"Damn it! Retreat! Retreat!" Elder Blum witnessed the scene and nearly burst into tears.
At this moment, it felt as if his heart was bleeding.
Because the dwarven squad operating the giant crossbows before him were all the kingdom's elite, but in almost an instant, they were mostly slain by the suddenly appearing Blue Dragon.
Looking at the Blue Dragon hundreds of meters in the air, Elder Blum's grey-white beard and hair stood on end in anger, yet he was helpless.
The distance was too far, too high, and he couldn't possibly attack.
But the opponent could use this weather to attack them with ease.
If they didn't retreat, they would be waiting for death.
In contrast, the Blue Dragon Kazryan.
It slightly lowered its enormous vertical pupils, looking down at the chaotic dwarven camp below with a hint of pleasure on its face.
Although that last strike consumed a lot of energy, the thunderstorm above would soon replenish the electricity it expended.
