Lord Game: I Have 100 Million Talents

Chapter 394 - 88: Damn It! There’s No Way to Fight

Hearing the foreign player’s words, everyone looked at each other in dismay.

Although they were reluctant to let their precious Extraordinary Long-range Soldiers be lost here, the other player’s words rang true. If they didn’t find a way to deal with that monstrous, Divine Gift Ancient Fire Dragon, all the Lord Players who had set their birth point here would eventually be annihilated by its terrifying Flaming Dragon Breath.

"Damn it!"

"We’ll risk it!"

"All archer soldiers!"

"Advance!"

"Attack that Ancient Giant Dragon!"

After all, these foreign players weren’t Qin Feng. They didn’t have his Heaven-defying Riding and Cutting Talent.

Therefore, to cultivate high-level Extraordinary Soldier Types, they had to strictly adhere to the basic game settings that all ordinary players had to mind, such as the "potential for Native Soldiers to change Profession," "weapon proficiency," and "Combat Level."

This led to one result.

The number of Extraordinary Long-range Soldiers under the command of the foreign players, whether they were Divine Chosen Soldiers or Native Soldiers, was extremely low.

They were far outnumbered by the Extraordinary Close Combat Soldiers wielding swords, spears, and axes.

Even if Lord Players could use Divine Chosen Farmers and an Extraordinary Camp to directly promote a batch of Extraordinary Long-range Soldiers, those Divine Chosen Soldiers still had to invest a great deal of time in training. They could only be trained into a small number of long-range Extraordinary Soldiers after raising their proficiency with ranged weapons to the required standard.

Therefore, to these foreign players, their long-range Divine Chosen Soldiers were incredibly precious core damage dealers. They absolutely could not be sacrificed as casually as the frontline tank units.

"Kill!"

"Take down that dragon!"

"VMMMM—"

The muffled thrum of hundreds of thousands of powerful bows being drawn at once echoed through the canyon like a deafening tremor.

Amidst a cacophony of shouts and the twang of bowstrings, the front rank of archers knelt, their arrowheads angled toward the sky. The faint runes engraved on their fletchings lit up as the bowstrings grew taut. The Longbowmen in the rear ranks stood on their toes and fired upward, their arrows tracing precise parabolic arcs straight toward the Ancient Fire Dragon circling 500 meters in the air.

Before the first Arrow Rain could even touch its Dragon Scales, the Ancient Fire Dragon, Wales, let out a roar so powerful it sent pebbles rattling down from the canyon walls.

It whipped its thick neck, and a waterfall of orange-red, sulfur-scented flames poured down, instantly scorching the ground black and causing it to crack.

The several thousand archers at the very front had no time to Dodge. Their armor and flesh were instantly consumed by the flames, and with a few short screams, they were reduced to Ashes.

"Disperse and evade!"

"Aim for the joints of its Dragon Wings!"

One of the foreign players roared, adjusting their tactics.

The surviving archer units immediately split into three teams. The left and right teams fanned out to flank, avoiding the front of the Ancient Fire Dragon’s flame-breathing range. The central team, seizing the moment when the dragon tilted its head back to inhale, precisely fired arrows imbued with Ice Runes at the weak points where its Wing Membrane connected to its bones.

SHLK!

Thanks to the cover from countless ordinary archers, the advanced arrows loosed by the Legendary Archers finally pierced the Ancient Giant Dragon’s tough Wing Membrane. Droplets of deep-red Dragon Blood rained down, sizzling and smoking as they hit the ground.

However, the pained Ancient Fire Dragon, Wales, merely furrowed its brow and had no other reaction, as if these supposedly fatal attacks had only caused it slight discomfort.

However, it was affected to some extent.

It actually stopped its wide-area flame breath and instead switched to the more powerful, large-scale Fireball Technique, accurately hurling them toward the locations of the Legendary Archers.

The Fireballs exploded the instant they hit the ground. The scorching shockwave sent the surrounding soldiers flying. Many who managed to avoid the initial blast were still seared by the intense heat, their skin splitting open, and the Longbows in their hands snapped on the spot.

But the Divine Chosen Archers, 100% loyal to their Lord, did not retreat.

One of the foreign players, who had specialized in the most difficult archer Profession to Control, drew a short blade from his waist, sliced off his flame-singed sleeve, and drew his bow once more, shouting:

"Don’t stop!"

"Its scales may be tough, but its eyes are a weak point!"

Following his cry, dozens of special Armor-Piercing Arrows simultaneously took aim at the Ancient Fire Dragon’s lowered head. The instant it spat out another Fireball, the arrowheads shot through the glare like meteors, heading straight for its amber, vertical pupils.

Unfortunately, the predictive abilities of these Legendary Archers were ultimately no match for Qin Feng’s Wood Elf Army.

Their arrows failed to hit the eyes of the Ancient Fire Dragon, Wales. Instead, they all slammed against its iron-hard Dragon Scales, bouncing off with a series of CLANGS and CLINKS without leaving so much as a white scratch.

The next second, the Ancient Fire Dragon Wales’s frenzied counterattack arrived as expected. Several massive, scorching Fireballs, like meteors, erupted from its mouth, trailing long tails of flame as they crashed toward the ground.

Those Legendary Level archers didn’t even have time to perform an evasive maneuver. The Fireballs slammed into the ground, and the high-temperature shockwave, carrying with it shattered rocks, instantly engulfed them, leaving behind only a patch of scorched black earth.

Just as the archers were so suppressed by the Fireballs that they couldn’t even lift their heads, a sharp screech suddenly tore through the sky.

Several thousand lightly armored Griffin Knights and Winged Demon Hunters dove down from behind the clouds. This was the foreign players’ ace-in-the-hole Flying Soldier Type.

The Griffin Knights wielded Enchanted Spears, diving straight for the unscaled folds on the Fire Dragon’s back.

Meanwhile, the Winged Demon Hunters skimmed low, firing their Poisoned Crossbows with precision at the Fire Dragon’s eyes and nostrils in an attempt to disrupt its actions.

"Now’s our chance!"

"Concentrate fire on the Dragon Wings!"

The ordinary archers and Legendary Archers on the ground seized the opportunity, and a second wave of Ice Quenching Arrow Rain soared into the air.