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Ferocious energy rapidly gathered in Otto’s mouth.

Accompanied by a high-pitched dragon roar, the terrifying Thunderflame Breath burst out of Otto’s mouth.

Naturally, the target was those Torsion Ballistae that were reloading their arrows.

Under the terrifying breath mixed with flames and thunderstorms, more than half of the lined-up ballistae were instantly shattered.

The Halflings or Dwarves who were previously struggling to load arrows were burnt to charcoal by high temperatures and electric shocks, along with the fragments of the ballistae.

Then, with a dull, heavy boom, Otto’s massive dragon body descended from the sky, flattening several Halflings and ballistae.

Slowly emerging from the smoky ruins, Otto glanced at the few intact ballistae nearby.

He sneered, sweeping everything around him with his sharp-bladed dragon tail, dealing equal destruction and annihilation to both the ballistae and any other living creatures.

In no time, all ballistae and the slaves operating these war instruments had been crushed by Otto.

In Otto’s view, Koru, who was in charge of commanding the battle, had made a

huge mistake, as he shouldn’t have let these few ballistae that could hurt him

run out of ammunition at the same time.

After a round of attack, these ballistae, which required a long time to reload, seemed powerless against Otto, as if completely defenseless.

These war instruments from human craftsmanship had been utterly destroyed by Otto. Now, he could rampage across the Thunder Legion with impunity.

Perhaps all he needed to do was deal with the annoying blue-headed birds in the sky, as the ground battle situation for the Soaring Dragon Legion was favorable.

Link led his more than thirty wolf pups to the bottom of the Arrow Tower, followed by tying one end of a rope to a pillar of the tower and the other to a Dire wolf.

As an essential pillar was pulled apart, the crudely-built Arrow Tower began to collapse.

The Monster Longbowman on top screamed as they fell from the sky with chunks of wood. Those with bad luck were impaled by the broken building materials.

Some lucky ones landed on their companions, but even so, if they didn’t die, they were left crippled, rarely able to maintain some fighting power.

At this moment, in a pile of wooden ruins, a thick wolf claw violently reached out from below.

In no time, Warwick, covered in sticky blood and flesh, struggled out of the ruins.

Although he seemed miserable, the wounds on his body had mostly healed.

He had been buried under the ruins for so long because of a large wound on his abdomen, but luckily, he was buried alongside other monsters’ corpses.

By devouring these monsters, Warwick could quickly replenish the energy he had lost and use it to heal himself.

Spitting out a bone spur stuck between his teeth, Warwick had a crazed smile on his face as he leaped onto another tall Arrow Tower.

With the efforts of Warwick and Link, the Arrow Towers that caused the Soaring Dragon Legion great trouble from the beginning were finally destroyed.

Without the suppression of the Arrow Towers, and with Sofia killing hundreds of Blue Storm Ogres and Angry Horn Minotaurs with a fireball earlier, the pressure on the Soaring Dragon Legion was instantly reduced.

After all, the number of core monster species in the Thunder Legion was not large, and the mixed-species monsters on the periphery had mostly died.

No matter how tenacious the Ogre Berserkers and Minotaurs wielding lightning weapons were, they had to retreat when surrounded by enemies many times or even more than ten times their number.Surrounded by Little Fatty and Wuga, the Angry Horn Minotaur leader Bloodhorn was extremely anxious, as he had seen the Thunder Legion retreating in defeat.

“Damn it, what the hell is Koru up to?”

Just as he thought this, Wuga in front of him raised the giant wooden mace in his hands and swung it fiercely towards Bloodhorn’s head.

This Dragonborn Ogre with two-colored scales was no ordinary opponent, so Bloodhorn dared not be negligent, and hurriedly blocked Wuga’s attack with the totem pillar in his hand.

But behind him was Little Fatty, wielding the Serpent Lizard Bone Hammer.

Without looking back, the urgent sound was enough to feel the presence of another Dragonborn Ogre approaching.

Bloodhorn gritted his teeth, forced Wuga back with strength, and turned to face Little Fatty’s attack.

But when the Dragonborn Ogre was still some distance away from him, he swung the Serpent Lizard Bone Hammer in his hand and finally used the not-so-small bone hammer as a thrown weapon.

Meanwhile, Little Fatty rummaged in the pocket and then charged at Bloodhorn empty-handed.

On the other side, Wuga persistently lifted the giant wooden mace in his hand. At this critical moment, Bloodhorn couldn’t care about Little Fatty’s previous actions.

He directly used his sturdy horn to deflect the thrown Serpent Lizard Bone Hammer and held the totem pillar with one hand to fend off Wuga’s mace, while grabbing Little Fatty’s fist with his other hand.

Violent electric arcs jumped rapidly and spread from the lightning rune-engraved totem pillar onto Wuga and Little Fatty’s bodies.

This close-range electric shock might paralyze them even with their physical resilience if they don’t withdraw in time.

Even a short time would be enough for Bloodhorn to take their lives.

So, Wuga hurriedly withdrew his mace, but Little Fatty’s fist was firmly in Bloodhorn’s hand.

Obviously, the Minotaur would not let Little Fatty leave easily.

But in fact, Little Fatty never intended to leave in the first place.

Seeing Bloodhorn’s assured expression, Little Fatty immediately raised his other hand and blew a breath towards him.

Accompanied by the stench of the Dragonborn Ogre’s breath, a cloudy particle-filled black mist covered Bloodhorn’s face directly.

It was the same barbecue spice blend as Mega Fatty’s, and it was also a boon from Sofia.

Usually, only the two Ogres, Little Fatty and Mega Fatty, who had followed Sofia from the beginning, were eligible for such precious items.

In fact, this despicable tactic came from Gaz, the strong Goblin who always advocated for the most effective and efficient way to win a battle, regardless of the means.

Before the spicy spice mix appeared, Gaz always recommended using sand found everywhere.

Even within the Thunder Legion, this fiery spice that removed the smell was a

very precious item.

Bloodhorn never thought his opponents would use such a valuable thing like gold so recklessly.

But at this moment, he couldn’t care about how wasteful the usage was when faced with the intense spiciness that left his eyes and nose heavily battered..