Karl suddenly spread his wings, his massive body soaring into the sky, instantly transforming into his Dragon form.
He roared towards the Snow Wolf Cavalry, who had just formed their ranks and were preparing for their final charge.
At the same time, he opened his mouth, as if accumulating Dragons Breath.
"There's another Dragon! He's accumulating Dragons Breath! Quick, defensive magic!"
The Snow Wolf Cavalry saw Karl suddenly appear and immediately panicked, abandoning their charge and converging towards the center. Simultaneously, countless magic shields rose, protecting all the Snow Wolf Cavalry.
The magicians' faces were pale.
The next second.
Karl lowered his head and spat a ball of saliva onto the magic shield; the Dragon's fluid slid down the shield.
"..."
The battlefield fell into a dead silence, and the strong individuals besieging Kasha were dumbfounded.
Karl was not in a hurry; he just looked down at the Snow Wolf Cavalry below.
They also dared not leave the magic shield, and this stalemate lasted for a full three minutes.
"I... I can't go on!" A magician's body went limp, and he fell backward.
Instantly, a gap appeared in the magic shield.
"Roar!" Karl unleashed a Dragon Flame directly through the gap.
"*#&* %!" The Snow Wolf Cavalry exclaimed.
Chapter 201: This Is My Master
Karl condensed the Dragon Flame into a beam, roaring as he forcefully poured it through the gap in the magic shield.
The Snow Wolf Cavalry inside the magic shield were like helpless maidens being violated, only able to watch as the black flames shot in unimpeded.
"Bastard! Despicable!" The Snow Wolf Cavalry had never seen such a shameless tactic.
Having just gone through a fierce battle, their stamina and battle aura were already close to exhaustion. Facing the incoming Dragon Flame, they could only forcefully squeeze their stamina to activate their magic to resist.
"How laughable." Karl, while spitting Dragon Flame, felt speechless at the curses coming from below. They were on a battlefield, yet these guys were still shouting about honor and such.
He found that these guys truly only had the magic shield transfer as a contingency plan against Dragon Flame.
He just found it very crude.
Without any more concerns, Karl took a deep breath and let out a Dragon's roar: "Roar!"
A thicker Dragon Flame, even larger than before, poured down.
Flames raged on the ground. The Snow Wolves beneath the Snow Wolf Knights, with the Knights' magic unable to attend to them, began to show their instinctive fear of fire.
They gradually became agitated and restless, disrupting the formation they had just arranged.
Karl's target, however, was not these Knights. His gaze turned to the magicians, who were forcefully maintaining the magic shields to resist Kasha's seventh-tier Dragon Flame.
After another battle, their magic power was already depleted.
Karl deliberately increased the splash of the Dragon Flame. In an instant, several magicians couldn't react in time, and their bodies were completely ignited by the black Dragon Flame.
Black Dragon Flame had a scorching effect.
They each turned into fire-men, letting out painful, piercing screams, desperately calling for help from their companions around them.
The strong individuals were all besieging Kasha, so naturally, no one could extinguish the Dragon Flame. The ignited teammates once again scattered the formation.
Karl's attack did not cause much damage, but the psychological impact was significant.
"Die!" The Snow Wolf Legion watched their companions scream and burn to death, their eyes splitting with rage.
They all launched attacks at Karl; sword qi, magic, arrows, and various ranged attacks mixed together, flying towards Karl in a rush.
Karl immediately stopped breathing, flapped his huge wings, and sharply ascended, skillfully dodging all attacks that could have hit him.
He hovered high in the sky, out of reach for most.
"Despicable!" The Snow Wolf Legion's vocabulary for insults was limited; they kept repeating the same few words. In their perception,
insulting a Dragon as despicable and without honor was already the ultimate humiliation.
Karl, however, didn't care. Using his Dragon vision, he specifically sought out the wounded on the battlefield and the magicians who looked utterly exhausted.
He would occasionally swoop down and spew small bursts of Dragon Flame.
Although the power seemed small each time,
the black Dragon Flame's powerful scorching ability made it very difficult to extinguish once it touched something. A small burst of Dragon Flame could burn off a hand, a foot, or injure a Snow Wolf.
It was impossible to guard against. Although the cavalry with missing arms and legs didn't die, their miserable appearance made their companions' faces pale.
Being crippled by burns was more painful than being burned to death.
It was a psychological blow.
After several repeated harassments from Karl, the Snow Wolf Legion's morale had dropped to rock bottom.
"Full retreat!"
The Commander of the Snow Wolf Legion also realized the severity of the situation. Their combat power and stamina had been too depleted in the previous battle. If they had pursued the victory, they might have barely been able to fight.
But Karl had worn down their sharpness three times, and morale had been exhausted. Continuing would only increase casualties.
The soldiers of the Snow Wolf Legion, whose spirits had been tormented to their limit, heard the retreat order and could no longer muster any will to fight, beginning to withdraw in an orderly fashion.
Many of the Snow Wolves beneath them had their fur burned, and they too ran faster than usual, their four hooves flying.
On the other side of the battlefield.
Kasha felt the surrounding pressure suddenly decrease, and the strong individuals besieging her were gradually retreating.
Kasha looked up, her golden pupils gazing at the figure controlling the Dragon Flame high in the sky. Her Dragon Flame had a wide coverage, like a raging flood, destroying everything.
However, Karl's use of Dragon Flame was like raindrops; for strong individuals, it didn't even break through their defenses.
"Hmph, a little cleverness."
Kasha's lips curled into a sneer, but she had to admit that on the battlefield, against weaker opponents,
this relentless, constant harassing style of fighting was undoubtedly a cruel torment for the enemy's spirit.
Karl saw the Snow Wolf Cavalry retreating, but he had no intention of pursuing them.
He didn't want to be ambushed, and his joining the battle was only to ensure Kasha wouldn't be easily defeated.
Karl's gaze locked onto Kasha's position, and he suddenly opened his throat and roared: "Master Kasha! I'm here to help you!"
At the same time, his twenty-meter body soared into the sky, flying rapidly towards Kasha's direction. This posture made it seem as if he had given up pursuing the retreating Snow Wolf Legion to help Kasha.
The atmosphere on the battlefield suddenly solidified, and most people's eyes turned to Karl.
A Black Dragon, such an extremely arrogant creature, would actually call another Black Dragon its Master. This completely subverted their understanding.
For a moment, their eyes, looking at Kasha, held a bit more resentment.
Indeed, all of this despicable Black Dragon's actions were at the command of this woman.
A flicker of surprise, followed by disdain, flashed in Kasha's huge pupils.
The strong individuals who had been besieging Kasha, seeing this situation and Karl flying over, had no desire to continue fighting and quickly chose to retreat.
They casually dug up the unconscious White Pheasant from the dirt, carried her, and left together.
Kasha also had no intention of pursuing. When Karl landed beside her, she gave him a faint glance, then turned around, flapped her wings, and soared into the sky:
"Let's go back."
"Yes." Karl immediately flapped his wings and followed behind her.
He was twenty meters long, flying beside the forty-meter Kasha, like a mother with her Young Dragon.
Only corpses remained on the battlefield, the air filled with the heavy scent of blood and the scorched earth from the Dragon Flame.
Kasha's massive body cut through the sky, landing with a crash in the center of the camp, kicking up dust from the ground, like a war god descending.
The surrounding Ogres, Lizardmen, and others let out cheers like a mountain roaring and a sea raging.
There was no shadow of defeat in their eyes; instead, they were in a state of exhilaration due to Kasha's invincibility on the battlefield, with only admiration for the strong.
Karl's gaze swept around.
Although most of these magical beasts were injured, with simple herbal applications and without even needing bandages, they quickly regained their vitality, each one lively and energetic.
"What a waste."
Karl felt that these guys' powerful strength was not being fully utilized.
After sighing, he obediently returned to the wooden house, behaving extremely docilely.
Inside the main tent, Kasha sat in the center. After the leaders of each race had paid their respects, only she and Furan remained in the tent. She spoke: "Call Karl."
Furan, hearing this, frowned slightly: "Lord Kasha, Karl called you Master on the battlefield. He has ulterior motives, wanting others to misjudge his relationship with you, or perhaps to use your reputation for his own gain, and he might even attract unnecessary enemies for you."
"It's fine." Kasha waved her hand: "Since he called me Master, I will grant him protection."
After speaking, Kasha's eyes narrowed slightly: "I also need to exercise my Master's authority."
Chapter 202: Only Ten Days Needed
Karl sat quietly in the wooden house, pondering how to deal with Kasha. He had deliberately called Kasha Master on the battlefield.
She would definitely come looking for him.
At that time, it would be the moment to display his linguistic artistry, to persuade Kasha to continue fighting Grand Duchess Sophie, preferably to normalize the war here.
This would create development time for his San Marino City and Wind Chime City.
Only when his influence was strong enough would he have the opportunity to approach various powerful women, try new positions, and increase his strength.
Sure enough, Furan's footsteps sounded outside the door. This fox-girl walked lightly, making her easy to identify.
Furan opened the wooden door, looked at Karl, and a subtle curve appeared at the corner of her lips: "Lord Kasha wishes to see you. Come with me."
"Thank you." Karl stood up, smiled politely, and followed behind her.
He was currently portraying himself as a Dragon well-versed in human military tactics.
This way, he only needed to gain Kasha's trust to provide some tactics, ensuring Kasha wouldn't be defeated too quickly.
The two arrived together outside the main tent.
Furan stopped, with no intention of going inside, just looking at Karl with a half-smile: "Please, Lord Kasha is waiting for you inside."
Karl nodded and entered the tent. This tent was clearly custom-made for Kasha, over five meters high.
Kasha sat on the throne in a posture almost like a ruler of the world, in her half-Dragon form. Her skin was surprisingly fair, unlike the softness of a female.
One could clearly see the muscle lines on her skin; she was a fit woman.
Her golden vertical pupils stared down at Karl.
"I am very sorry, Ms. Kasha," Karl lowered his head and took the initiative to admit his mistake: "Calling you Master on the battlefield today was truly due to circumstances."
These were all the excuses he had prepared.
Kasha's eyes held a hint of playfulness, and she did not reply, just looking at him: "Surrender to me."
"Ah?" Karl was momentarily speechless, stunned for a moment, then reacted, nodded, and bowed naturally: "Alright, I surrender to you, Lord Kasha."
Although the process was somewhat unexpected, it didn't matter.
His goal was to blend in with Kasha. As for superficial surrender, he felt no psychological pressure at all.
Karl's gaze then fell on Kasha's long legs. In her half-Dragon form, Kasha's legs were over two meters long, long and straight, with clear muscle lines, sleek overall, and not thick.
Black scales wrapped around her jade feet, forming battle boots.
It was a pity they weren't high-heeled.
Karl was thinking, should he kiss her toes when surrendering?
Kasha, hearing him directly agree to surrender, also had a momentary flicker of doubt in her eyes. Karl's action truly stumped her.
Kasha looked down at him, and after a few seconds of silence, her voice was low: "Interesting, what exactly did you encounter?"
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