great-warnovel Chapter 481 Battle of the Seven Dragons
Chapter 481 Battle of the Seven Dragons
Chapter 481 Seven Dragons Siege
"As everyone knows! The Vesuvius Dragon Breeding Grounds supply dragon raw materials to wizards all over the world!"
The passionate voices of the commentators echoed through the air.
As he spoke at lightning speed, the gates of the seven stone fortresses were opened one by one, and then the iron chains inside were loosened one by one. The dragon-breeding wizards inside also took to the air, and the dragons were no longer restrained.
"Due to changes in Earth's environment, during the breeding process of numerous dragon species, some mutated or variant dragon species often emerge!"
"They may not be able to reproduce and form a stable population, but their fighting power is often stronger than that of normal dragons, and their temperament is more ferocious!"
Before the words were even finished, seven fire dragons of different colors, shapes, and sizes emerged from the bunker with heavy steps. The small stone building felt as cramped as a snail's shell to them, and the more irritable ones even smashed through the stone walls and rushed out.
"The seven dragons brought to New Paris this time were carefully selected by Vesuvius—the seven most ferocious and difficult to subdue! It usually takes dozens of wizards working together to subdue them!"
The commentator held the official information sheet and read it aloud.
"Look! That's a ferocious tree bee dragon! A variant of the Hungarian tree bee!"
Emerging from the stone fortress to the south was a fire dragon that wasn't too long, but had bloodshot eyes, was covered in thorns, and was constantly panting heavily.
"The Hungarian Horned Beetle is already one of the most dangerous dragons, and also the one with the longest fire-breathing range. But this ferocious species is even wilder than its close relatives! Its maximum fire-breathing range has reached 300 meters!"
"Oh my god, I strongly urge the organizers to move the commentary booth further away; it's too dangerous here!"
While cracking a joke, he quickly gave a general overview of all the information about dragons.
Stonebelly is the same dragon for which the Dragon Heart is used in the Draco Dragon Offering Ceremony. It was also brought here. Although it does not have the ability to fly, its enormous strength and size, as well as its petrified skin, give it a significant advantage in ground combat.
The Acid-Etched Venomous Fang is a variant of the Peruvian Venomous Fang Dragon, whose breath has become a corrosive liquid. It is smaller in size and flies faster.
The Phantom Protein Lizard is a variant of the Australian Protein Eye. Its wing membranes have degenerated into a translucent crystalline membrane covering its body. Although it has lost the ability to fly, it possesses excellent magical invisibility skills, and its dragon roar has an effect similar to a stun spell.
The Black Death is a variant of the Hebdiri Islands Black Dragon, a dragon species that reigns supreme in aerial combat. Its maximum flight speed can even exceed the speed of sound, and the sonic booms generated by its wings alone can tear a wizard to shreds.
The Wells Fungus Dragon is a pica-addicted creature born from the common Wells Green Dragon. In a life lacking meat, it began to devour moss, fungi, and mushrooms, leading to abnormal mutations. Its body is highly fungalized, and ordinary lethal injuries are nothing more than a tickle to it. It can generate a large number of mushroom spores through warm, putrid breath and rely on these fungi to quickly heal its own wounds.
The Frostthroated Longnose Dragon is a variant of the Swedish Shortnose Dragon. Originally a dragon that could breathe super-hot blue flames, its snout was abnormally elongated, and its breath became a cold, liquid, low-temperature substance. Those chosen by it to be its prey often died in an extremely gruesome manner.
Seven eerie dragons stood in a circle in the dragon arena, their fierce, murky eyes fixed on the seven dragon-hating wizards beneath the Arc de Triomphe.
"They all look tough to deal with!" Ron said with some concern from the stands.
Draco, however, stretched out with great interest, wanting to get a closer look at these strange dragons.
"No problem! Trust Harry!"
"The professors have explained as much about dragons as possible to him, and I've also helped him analyze a lot of information."
As the friend who loves dragons the most, after learning the theme of the first level, Little Dragon volunteered to act as Harry's strategist. He helped Harry sift through a huge pile of dragon books to find the most useful ones, which really provided him with a lot of help.
He even used his experience as a dragon to help Harry figure out which features dragons might have that humans hadn't yet discovered.
"The key question is, which one should we choose?" Neville asked.
Sitting next to him were Ginny, Luna, Colin, Newt's grandson Rolf, and the swamp witch child Hermione had rescued a few days earlier—Hogwarts had given all the students a day off so they could come over here through the fireplace to watch the game.
Behind them, of course, were James, Lily, Sirius, and a host of other adults.
"There's an art to choosing which dragon to pick," Professor James, the Transfiguration professor, analyzed with an air of importance.
"Although they are all dragons, the strength of different dragon species varies. In the judges' minds, the score should be different for hunting different dragons."
Lily nodded: "There are multiple parties involved in this game. Weaker dragons, like the Wellsfungus Dragon, are less dangerous, but they are very resilient. It's difficult to kill them completely, and it's easy for someone to steal the kill at the last moment. Even if you manage to take them down, the score probably won't be high."
"The most powerful ones, such as the ferocious tree bee and the black death god, are extremely difficult to deal with. They will definitely score a high number of points, but it is possible that they will still be locked in a fierce battle until everyone else has finished their kills."
With a fierce expression, Moody said in a deep voice, "The warriors of each school need to have an extremely quick ability to judge the strength of themselves and their enemies, choose the right enemy, or cooperate with their opponents when necessary, in order to gain the greatest benefit."
His magical eye swept over the group: "As Harry's Defense Strategy Professor, I'm not worried about his abilities. As for the students from the other schools, they may not have the means to brute force their way to kill dragons. They'll likely choose to cooperate in slaying the dragons first, sharing some of the guaranteed points, and then compete for the final kill of the other dragons!"
In the center of the dragon arena, under the vast shadow provided by the Arc de Triomphe, the warriors stood back to back in a circle, observing the seven dragons slowly approaching from all sides.
"How so? One for each person?" Talon Storm of Ifamoni chewed on his energy gum, appearing somewhat nervous.
"It's terrifying to have seven dragons attacking at once. We must reduce their numbers first!" Furong offered another suggestion.
"How about we start fighting for the extra final kill once we have a safe number left?" As an alchemist, going it alone is not a wise choice.
"I think it's good," Zuberi Mfarme of Vagado nodded. As a girl herself, she felt a natural affinity for Furong.
Yara Yaguri of Castrobushes was somewhat reluctant; she had never been a sociable person and preferred to be alone in the rainforest.
However, given the current situation, she lacked confidence that she could surpass others in progress by working alone, so she hesitated before nodding in agreement.
Of the seven brave warriors, four chose to team up, leaving three boys of vastly different ages.
Seeing everyone's gaze, Harry gave a confident smile: "I don't need to team up. Leave the most troublesome ferocious wood wasp to me, you guys take care of the rest."
These words shocked the others. How could a fourth-grader be more confident than them, the seventh-graders?
"Senior Sister Furong, although we're close, we're competitors now, so don't blame me for being ruthless." He scratched his messy hair, and she shook her head, indicating that she didn't mind.