The World Dragon's Heir - Chapter 631: To The Ridge

Chapter 631: To The Ridge

The Wistover Duchy Army, as Dominic was calling them in his mind, as he had forgotten what the official designation for the Governor’s force was supposed to be, quickly spread out into a spear wall and advanced on the Goblin forces.

“What do you say we go show the spearmen how to kill Goblins?” Amie suggested.

They had rifles, but they were both stronger as mages than physical combatants.

It was just practical, right?

Dominic winked at her, and then both of them were off and running at an inhuman rate, enhanced by [Monstrous Strength] and [Physical Enhancement] spells.

They raced past the spearmen, ignoring the shouts of the old General, and then both of them drew their pistols.

Dominic laughed as he realized that they had both picked the ones with additional fire damage so that they could channel fireball through them, but that gave Dominic an advantage.

He could also cast [Arcane Blast] as he fired, and it would give him a refreshing surge of energy and mana.

Not that most of his spells were coming from his own reserves, but it was faster to do it with stored energy than external mana. A marginal increase, but when you were going wild with two pistols, it was noticeable.

Colonel Wilkes laughed as he saw the bright orange glow and felt the heat wave from a dozen fireballs exploding in a second.

Dominic had run out of patience.

That sound was one that he would know anywhere, and if they gave it a few more seconds, there would likely be hand tossed mortars added to the mix.

However, it did sound like he had an assistant. Amie must be with him.

“Spearmen, move forward, don’t let them surround the Duke! Even if he’s on a suicide run, our duty is to keep him alive and in charge.

I swear to all the gods, if you bastards let him get injured, you’ll be doing my paperwork for a month.” Jack was shouting.

The soldiers roared in despair as they tried to chase after the explosive duo.

They were mere common soldiers, with a level five physical enhancement gem. How were they supposed to keep up with those two psychopaths?

And didn’t one of them have wings.

Jack was pretty drunk, but he was reasonably certain that he just saw Dominic vault a Hobgoblin to shoot it in the top of the head.

Dominic used a flap of his left wing to turn his body so he could barrage a group of Goblins that thought they could flank the battlefield, and then hit a Hobgoblin with [Arcane Blast] to refresh his energy.

The creature died in a single hit, and Dominic briefly wondered what level his innate magic was at now.

The monster was at level five, so it should take magic of at least that level to kill it in one shot, even with a lucky hit.

Dominic slowed as he got close to the ridgeline that the monsters were coming over.

There were still steady flows of monsters coming up the hill, but the hollow wasn’t large enough to hold the monsters that they had already seen. There had to be a portal down there, and with this sort of targeted monster group it was likely not a summoning, but a portal to somewhere else.

A spot where monsters had been gathered.

“Dave, make sure that we’ve got eyes on the Royals. If this is bait, the other Daves might get to fight too.” Dominic shouted, knowing that the Trolls would hear him from where they were fighting the Ogres.

His hesitation gave him and Amie time to clear the top of the hill while the spearmen caught up to them.

“Are we pushing in?” Jack shouted, trying to make himself heard over the sound of battle.

“No. There is a portal or summoning array down there, and we can’t see it through the trees.

Hold position up here, where they don’t have a direct line of sight until they’re almost up the hill. That’s safer, and we will still get through the monsters as fast as they come to us.”

The old General laughed as he realized the plan.

Dominic was just going to farm the enemy, and now he was standing close enough that he could fire artillery into the valley with impunity if things started to get overwhelming.

The current influx was almost all Goblins, with only a few more Ogres coming up the hill.

Slowly, the influx ended, and then a single human mage with his hands over his head walked up the hill.

“Barriers up. Hold your fire.” Dominic ordered.

Jack took a long swig of rum and laughed. If anyone was likely to summarily incinerate the man, it was most likely to be Dominic. Why was he giving them the warning when they were all holding spears?

Or perhaps he was simply reminding himself.

Alistair walked up behind Dominic and stared down at the horrified mage, who was struggling to walk up the hill without lowering his hands from the position of surrender.

“We get it already. Just get up the hill and we will accept your surrender.” Jack shouted, impatient to find out where this idiot came from.

The mage scrambled up the rest of the distance, struggling through the soft dirt after a constant barrage of fireballs and explosions during the brief battle. The hill had been a grassy slope, now it was a battlefield, all churned earth and craters.

The Mage bowed formally as he reached the top, and then fell to his knees.

“Dragon Lord, Mage Lords. I place myself at your mercy, and wish to deliver this letter.” He explained.

Dominic nodded, and Amie moved forward to take the letter from the mage.

She had a better chance at detecting curses and traps spelled onto the paper, but it appeared to be nothing but simple parchment, with an ornate and elegant script written on it, addressed to “His Royal Highness, Dominic Wavemates, Duke Of Wistover, Governor of Stansia Province, Rightful King of Wavemates, Emperor of the Trollish Alliance, Bane of Dagos”