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Catalan had been worried before, wondering if this weird-looking Black Dragon would hide and not show its head.

If it sent more Undead Dragons, then Catalan’s plan could be declared a complete failure.

At that time, to save his life, it would be best to flee early.

As for the Dawn Legion fighting in the middle of the battle? Catalan didn’t have the time to pay attention to them, as even his own life was at stake.

Taking advantage of the fact that Otto hadn’t arrived yet, he urged his subordinates to start reloading arrows.

There were only three arrows left, which meant three chances.

With a smile on his face, Catalan thought that the possibility of success was quite significant.

But after waiting for a while and still not noticing any movement, he realized that the magic puppets were completely damaged, and there weren’t enough personnel.

Only two or three Elf Warriors remained in normal condition. Elves were never known for their strength, and relying on them for reloading arrows naturally slowed down the process.

The situation on Mentor’s side was not much better. His human knights had been attacked by the freezing breath earlier.

Now, their war horses had either been frozen to death or held fast on the frozen ground.

The knights couldn’t rely on their horses anymore. However, they had mostly managed to survive.

Unfortunately, their heavy armor made it impossible for them to walk over and help in time.

To ensure the reloading speed, Catalan and Mentor had to join the battle themselves, for their strength was far greater than that of ordinary Dawn Legion soldiers and they could do the heavy lifting.

After these two joined the fight, they put in a lot of effort and eventually finished reloading the arrows while sweating profusely.

At this moment, Otto happened to fly above them, proving that there’s no better time than the present.

Not even bothering to wipe off his sweat, Catalan slightly adjusted the position of the Dragon Hunting Crossbow, went forward, and pulled the trigger hard.

“Bang!”

With the sound of the shock, the Dragon Hunting Arrow loaded on the crossbow was instantly fired.

Watching the arrow leave a brilliant trail in the air, Catalan’s mouth began to curl up slightly.

Although things had not gone smoothly after leaving the Dawn Forest, as long as they achieved the final victory, no problem would be a real issue.

Nobody cared about the process; they only cared about the result.

However, the smile on Catalan’s face soon froze.

What did he see?

The Dragon Hunting Arrow he had placed his hopes on had been easily caught by Otto’s front paw before.

Although the material used in making this arrow was highly toxic to dragons, it looked like there was no big difference between holding it and holding an ordinary Fire Stick from Otto’s perspective.

“How… how is this possible?”

Catalan’s face was full of disbelief, and Mentor’s expression wasn’t much better.

He had seen the Dragon Hunting Crossbow in Dawn Forest before and had checked many documents and literature after returning to his own country.

Every written record he could find spoke of the terror this weapon posed to dragons.

But looking at Otto now, it was clear that he wasn’t affected at all.

As for Otto himself, he didn’t have the time to care about what people below were thinking. His attention was completely drawn to the huge arrow in his paw.

Although he had nonchalantly caught the arrow in his front paw, his keen senses had been warning him of its danger from the very beginning.

If it weren’t for the protective layer on his body that was unrelated to his own body, this thing might have already affected him.

The material that made up this arrow seemed to be harmful to dragons, but Otto couldn’t quite pinpoint it.

Moreover, the arrow kept moving back and forth in his paw, like a living creature trying to break free from his control and stab deeply into his chest.

Looking at the arrow, Otto suddenly had a daring idea.

Although this thing was lethal poison to most dragons, but if he swallowed it and combined with his own poison resistance, would he truly become immune to all poisons?

Otto always had strong initiative, and he would immediately put his thoughts into action.

Soon, Otto’s paw clenched, crushing the large arrow in his hand into pieces to prevent it from cutting his throat.

To be on the safe side, a wisp of cold air emerged from his paw, freezing the fragments into a round ball.

Then, he swallowed the round ball like a small pill directly into his stomach.

Down below, Catalan, seeing the Dragon Hunting Arrow easily caught by Otto, was already feeling desperate.

But when he saw Otto unthinkably devour the arrow like an ice slush, his heart suddenly filled with hope.

After all, no matter how strong it was, it couldn’t possibly be powerful within its stomach, right?

However, his hope was quickly replaced by despair.

From the moment Otto swallowed the Dragon Hunting Arrow to now, a lot of time had passed, and he looked as lively as ever without any signs of being affected.

Moreover, from the expression of the damned Black Dragon, it seemed as if he were savoring the taste of the Dragon Hunting Arrow.

And indeed, to Otto, the arrow, when frozen into an ice ball, felt like a sugar pill.

Just as he predicted, the strange arrow had been swallowed by the Light Ball Boss and provided him with a large array of resistance against various materials.

He could even attach these dragon-poisoning materials to his body, greatly enhancing his dragon-specific attacks.

This unforeseen surprise was a delight.

Thinking of this, Otto felt quite pleased and squinted at the people below who had given him this gift.

Wait, where are the people?

Seeing the mess caused by the bombardment of undead dragon breath on the ground below and the lone Dragon Hunting Crossbow amidst the corpses, Otto’s expression became awkward.

As for Catalan and Mentor, they had disappeared without a trace…