Chapter 672 - Dragon Slaying Trap
Chapter 672 of "Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God" begins with suspense: Casar gritted his teeth and stomped his foot, saying, "The following words are that evil... Donât stop reading!
Casar gritted his teeth and stomped his foot, saying, "The following words are that evil Half-Elfâs meaning, and have nothing to do with me. I am extremely opposed to them...""I told you to speak."
"He said, my lord is just a lousy fake, just an oversized wild chicken with Dragon Wings attached. When it sees him, all it can do is flee in panic. He assured those Horse Farm Owners that if my lord appears before him again, he will definitely not let my lord escape..."
"Shut up!" Swift Roc let out a tremendous roar, the feathers on its neck and Dragon Scales all stood on end, trembling and rubbing constantly, emitting a buzzing sound.
This was its display of extreme anger.
As the saying goes, one is most sensitive about what one lacks. Swift Rocâs physique, which resembles that of a bird more than a Giant Dragon, is their most taboo subject; they are also famously prideful.
Every sentence Casar said hit it right in the "lungs," making its rage soar to the heavens.
If it didnât teach those damned Half-Elves a lesson, they might really think it feared them.
Swift Roc bellowed, "Take them back to the nest. Before I return, nobody is allowed to leave."
After speaking, it flapped its wings and took to the sky, furiously heading in the direction of Anfield Village.
However, it hadnât flown far before Swift Roc changed direction, heading towards the Stone Bridge Hills instead.
Although a bit blinded by rage, it hadnât completely lost its reasoning.
Attacking Anfield Village was too risky; there were quite a few powerful individuals stationed there.
And since it didnât have Giant Dragon Breath, it couldnât inflict massive damage and thus couldnât cause the enemy any significant loss, failing to satisfy its desire for revenge.
Just now, this Gnoll said that it had gathered a bunch of Gnolls at the abandoned quarry to enslave them for stone mining.
If it went over there, wouldnât those Gnolls just bow their heads in worship as these before it have done?
Later, it could lead this group of Gnolls to attack Anfield Village.
That would be killing two birds with one stone.
Even if those Gnolls were wiped out by the people of Anfield Village, it wouldnât feel a shred of pity.
The one who should be grieving would be that damned Half-Elf.
The more it thought about it, the more Swift Roc felt delighted by this idea.
It was already looking forward to seeing these Gnolls and the Humans of Anfield Village slaughtering each other.
Of course, it knew where the abandoned quarry was.
This was its hunting ground; it knew not only where the abandoned quarry was but also that a group of despicable deformed monsters lived there.
Even from several kilometers away, Swift Roc could confirm that the Gnoll had not lied; the abandoned quarry had been restarted, and a large number of Gnolls were busily coming and going there.
But there wasnât just the smell of Gnolls here; there was also the smell of a Giant Dragon, the scent of a not particularly powerful Red Dragon.
As Swift Roc sensed the presence of the young Red Dragon Roderick, Roderick also became aware of it, roaring as he rose into the air from the quarry, charging furiously toward Swift Roc, bellowing, "This is my territory, you damned bastard, get out of my land!"
The word âbastardâ instantly ignited Swift Rocâs short fuse, and it shrieked furiously, "Youâre the bastard; your whole family are bastards! This is my territory, you pathetic invader. Iâm going to skin you, pull your bones out, drink your blood, eat your flesh..."
"Still claiming youâre not a bastard? Just listen to your own cries â do you sound like a Dragon or a chicken? Iâve seen plenty of bastards claiming to be Dragons, but one that looks like a chicken, this is a first for me," the young Red Dragon, who had endured the chatter of Aivensa for years, although only learning one-tenth of her skill, wasnât someone Swift Roc could compete with.
The bickering had just started, and Swift Roc was already infuriated beyond measure.
If it had been a young or fully-grown Red Dragon, it might have had to keep a respectful distance.
But a young Red Dragon, whose ferocity wasnât even unleashed, daring to be arrogant in its presence, then it was time for it to taste the ferocity of its own claws and see who the true Giant Dragon was.
Swift Roc didnât bother with more words; with a piercing shriek, it half-encircled its wings and dove face-first towards the young Red Dragon.
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Giant Dragons are the epitome of this concept.
In terms of flying ability, they definitely canât compare to Giant Rocs.
In terms of swimming, they canât match Dolphin Sharks.
And when it comes to running, theyâre no match for quadrupedal animals.
On the flip side, except for those specialized skills, they outclass their counterparts in other aspects.
In flying, Swift Roc combined the advantages from both Giant Dragon and Giant Roc, and even its other parent tribe, the Giant Roc, was slightly inferior to them, which is where their name originated.
When the two sides narrowed the gap to one hundred and eighty meters, Swift Rocâs Twisting Halo began to take effect.
The young Red Dragonâs body suddenly sank, its speed was further reduced.
With such a huge body, a Giant Dragonâs aerodynamics is not optimal, yet it still has an astonishing flight speed, which is not solely reliant on its wings.
Magic also plays a certain role, providing buoyancy and thrust, making their flight easier.
Swift Rocâs Twisting Spell Aura completely twisted this aspect, forcing the young Red Dragon to fly with just its physical strength in front of it.
Though it could still fly, its speed was significantly impacted.
This reduction was anotherâs gain.
This made Swift Rocâs advantage in flight even more apparent.