"Roar!" A pillar of fire rose from the bottom of the big mine, and even Cardo subconsciously dodged it.

"The Fire of Udun! The Fire Demon of Moria!" Roland's face became serious.

"Prepare for battle! Everyone prepare for battle! Be ready to take the ice blue potion at any time! The fire demon is coming!" Kaslo shouted anxiously. Although Omsk and the dragons were the main force in the battle, ordinary soldiers also had the possibility of being affected by the aftermath.

"Ang!" Cardo raised his slender dragon neck, and the angry dragon roar echoed in the abyss!

"Ang!" The Smurf, not to be outdone, let out a clear and passionate dragon roar.

"Roar!" Even from a distance, Roland could hear the contempt and provocation in the Fire Demon's roar... Roland couldn't help but twitch his lips. How brave must this fool be? Was he asleep? He even dared to challenge the dragon clan?

“…”Caslo.

“…”Omsk.

"It's provoking, right? It's challenging the dignity of the dragon clan, right?" The Smurf bared his teeth as if he was furious.

"...Roar! Calm down!" Cardo was a little overwhelmed by the Fire Demon's trick. He held down the impulsive Smurf. If he didn't hold her down, who knows if this guy would dive in and fight the Fire Demon to the death in the next second.

"Damn it..." Omsk shook his head. He had already foreseen the fate of this poor Balrog. He had finally escaped the War of Rage, so why not play dead? Wouldn't it be better to stay alive? Roland had no earth dragons under his command. If this Balrog had simply retreated, there would have been no way to stop him. And now...this guy dared to challenge two dragons?

"Can't it tell the difference between a real dragon and a sub-dragon?" Caslo, already a fifth-rank dragon rider, laughed in anger. If he were still a flying dragon rider, he would have accepted the Balrog's taunts and provocations. After all, there was no comparison in life force. But he was now a real dragon rider! He rode a giant dragon! This trick made Caslo think he was riding a fake dragon.

"Don't be careless! This thing is an antique that has existed since the War of Fury. We don't know how many cards it has! Kaslo, find a way to irritate it! Lure him out!" Omsk thought for a while and said to Kaslo.

"How did I irritate it?" Kaslo was at a loss.

"Order your dragon to attack the Balrog furiously! Regardless of whether or not it can injure it, at least make it angry!" Omsk said. After all, proud races like Balrogs and dragons would never allow others to provoke them so brazenly. What he had Kaslo do was like dancing on the Balrog's ancestral grave and then taking a dump...

"I understand!" Kaslo smiled evilly and summoned his dragon.

"My knight! What's wrong?" Cardo was in a bad mood and felt that his self-esteem was insulted.

"Of course we have to deal with it! Let's do this..." Kaslo and his dragon began to communicate with each other through telepathy.

"Will this work?" Cardo tilted his head and looked at Caslo in confusion.

"Just try it and you'll know." Caslo shrugged.

"Ang~Roar!" Cardo roared to the sky and inhaled a large amount of air.

"Whoosh~" The next second, several meters thick green dragon breath was ejected into the large mine.

"Dragon's breath? Will it work? It may not reach the Fire Demon! The range is too short!" Roland shook his head and was not optimistic.

"This is not an ordinary dragon breath! It's the ultimate breath of skill! The range is over ten thousand meters!" Kaslo shook his head and laughed silently. The Storm Dragon sucked in a large amount of air and compressed it. Even a certain area could be sucked into a vacuum before the skill was activated!

"Dragon God!" Roland watched as the dragon's breath, emitting a faint green light, illuminated the stone walls of the large mine and extended all the way to the ground! After hearing Kaslo's words, Roland no longer had any doubts about the lethality of this thing...

"Boom~" After a long while, a loud roar came from the big mine.

"It must be that a certain rock layer was washed away!" Omsk stuck his head out to take a look.

"Smurf, are you sure the coordinates you provided are correct?" Omsk's face looked unhappy. There had been no movement for a long time. Could it be that there was a big problem?

"Are you questioning the spiritual power of the elven dragon?" The Smurf said with a bad look on his face.

"No, no, no! I'm not questioning the elven dragon! I'm just questioning you." Omsk shrugged.

"Ah~" A faint howl floated up from the abyss.

"Hit!" Roland waved his fist excitedly.

"It's not enough! Maybe this is not enough to irritate it and make it lose its mind and attack us! Kaslo, give it another hard blow!" Omsk shook his head and said to Kaslo.

"Got it! Cardo is in your hands!" Caslo patted Cardo's thick back.

"Hu~" Cardo opened his huge mouth and frantically inhaled and compressed...

"Ang!" Another green dragon breath sank straight into the Moria mine.

"Ah!" This time the fire demon's cry was very miserable.

"Wow!" The Smurf quickly wagged her tail, but what's the difference between her current size and pigtails? Roland immediately hid away.

"You've broken its defense! His blood is spilled! I can feel it!" said the Smurf solemnly.

"Be careful!" Omsk quickly reminded.

"Get out of the way!" Kaslo quickly called out to his dragon.

"Boom!" A column of scorching lava shot up into the sky, almost brushing past Cardo's body. If a dragon got hit by something like that, while it wouldn't kill him with its vitality, it certainly wouldn't feel good.

"How dare you! You actually fight back? Kaslo! Smurf! Deal with it! Beat it so hard that even its mother won't recognize it!" Roland was still frightened as he looked at the terrifying pillar of lava and fire. He almost died with it just now, and then he started cursing at the fire demon.

Balin fell silent as he watched Roland, who seemed to be standing on the moral high ground at the edge of the cliff, as he hurled curses at his eighteen generations of Flame Demon ancestors, wishing them good health. What had turned a polite king into this? Was it the darkness of human nature? The decline of morality?

Bahrain vaguely remembers a great man saying that when someone curses for wealth, that person is guilty! When someone curses for bread, society is guilty! When someone curses for dignity, the world is guilty! (Manual dog head)

"Alas..." Balin shook his head, looking at the Storm Dragon and the Elf Dragon who were fighting with the Fire Demon, and sat silently on the cold stone slab.

"Dragon God! Are you planning to destroy the entire Moria Mine with this firepower?" Omsk frowned as he watched the Balrog and Cardor unleash their abilities. When he saw the Smurfs spewing out various elemental breaths like a turret, his head immediately drooped in disbelief...

"Stop making things worse! Are you setting off fireworks? Do you think your breath can really hit anything?" Omsk said to the Smurf, pointing at a skill that had lost its power mid-strike. It seemed only Cardo and the Balrog were engaged in a real fight, while the Smurfs were like mascots lighting up the mines...