Chapter 77: The Aftermath

Chapter 77: The Aftermath



There was a moment of silence in the grounds of the Great Forest of Arendel as Elara looked up to the sky and saw a small silhouette of what appeared to be a metallic bird with wings that didn't flap. From its belly, there was a spark, and a projectile shot out with a trail of smoke, heading straight for the Flame Dragon.

Elara's eyes widened in awe and confusion. "What is that, Father?" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the chaos of battle.

King Thandor, equally astonished, squinted at the sky. "I do not know, Elara. It is unlike any creature or weapon we have seen before. The Flame Dragon is falling."

The two saw the Flame Dragon crash into the ground with a thunderous impact, sending up a cloud of dust and debris. The once-mighty beast lay motionless, its body riddled with wounds from the relentless assault.

"Its powerful!" Elara exclaimed as she still remained fixated on the flying metallic beast. "How can it easily defeat one of the strongest creatures in this world?"

Before King Thandor could respond, the metallic beast fired again. Another projectile shot out, trailing smoke, and struck the ground near the fallen Flame Dragon. The explosion that followed was immense, rocking the Great Forest of Arendel.

Elara and King Thandor were thrown back by the shockwave, struggling to maintain their footing. The elves around them were similarly affected, some knocked to the ground by the sheer power of the explosion.

Vincent and his team, who were closer to the epicenter, shielded themselves from the debris. The M-ATV Oshkosh shook violently, but Vincent maintained control, keeping the vehicle steady.

[Emergency Mission Completed!]

[You have received: 2,000,000 gold coins & 800,000 experience points.]

[Host: Vincent Stryder

Level: 24

Gold coins:

Eamon nodded, gesturing towards the remains of the dragon. "The scales of a Flame Dragon are incredibly tough and heat-resistant. They can be used to craft armor that is nearly impenetrable and can withstand extreme temperatures. The bones are also very strong and can be used to create powerful weapons. Even the dragon's blood has magical properties that can be harnessed for various purposes."

Vincent considered this information, scanning the scorched and battered remains with a new perspective.

"Alpha 1, Alpha 3, start collecting samples. We need to take advantage of any resources we can get from this thing."

Alpha 1 and Alpha 3 nodded, moving towards the dragon's corpse with equipment to gather the valuable materials.

Alpha 5 looked at Vincent, curiosity in his eyes. "What about the entrails and other remains? Is there anything useful there?"

Eamon nodded. "The organs of a Flame Dragon can be used in various alchemical concoctions. The heart, in particular, is said to contain immense magical power. The liver can be used to create potions that enhance strength and vitality."

"Eww...I'm not going to touch that," Alpha 5 grimaced, shaking his head.

Vincent chuckled. "Don't worry, Alpha 5. We're not equipped to handle the entrails and organs right now anyway. We don't have the necessary tools and containment units to extract and store them properly. We'll focus on what we can collect and leave the rest for another time."

Eamon nodded in agreement. "It's a wise decision. The scales and bones alone will be a significant boon. If we need the other components, we can always return with the proper equipment."

Vincent turned to Alpha 1 and Alpha 3. "Concentrate on gathering the scales and bones. Make sure to secure as much as you can carry. After that, we'll head over to the Great Forest of

Arendel."

As Vincent and his team focused on collecting the valuable materials from the Flame Dragon, the atmosphere grew tense. The sound of approaching footsteps alerted them to the presence of others. Vincent looked up to see a group of elven warriors and archers emerging from the forest, their weapons drawn and aimed directly at him and his team.

"Hold your fire!" Vincent called out, raising his hands to show he meant no harm.

The elven warriors, led by a stern-faced captain, kept their bows drawn and swords ready. The captain stepped forward, eyes narrowing as he assessed the situation. "Who are you, and what are you doing here?" he demanded.