Li An had never seen it before, but this did not prevent the Black Dragon Prince from feeling the threat of this raven. It was larger and more ferocious than the ravens above the Burning Plains.

"Click"

The strong and powerful wings of the Black Dragon Prince slapped the raven's head hard, but the latter's sharp claws also tore the scales of the Black Dragon Prince with great force. With an angry roar, the two behemoths fell on the Redridge Mountains.

A desperate struggle began in the clouds at the top.

After several minutes, Nefarian used strange dragon language magic to imprison the Death Raven in the air, then used his sharp claws to tear off its wings, and watched the unbalanced death beast hit the ground in victory.

The black dragon prince let out a triumphant roar. He took a deep breath, and the next moment, the hotter dragon breath hit the death raven struggling on the ground.

"Die! Burn to ashes! You bastard!"

But after the flames dissipated, the Black Dragon Prince discovered that the ferocious raven had not been killed. On the contrary, it was protected by a giant, dark green magic shield, and beside it stood a

A high elf wearing black armor, holding a moon-shaped sword in his hand.

Tyrion raised his head and looked at the black dragon prince hanging in the sky, a trace of anger flashed in his ice-blue eyes.
Chapter completed!