The fire dragon is a creature that has resistance to magic. In addition, his immune system is also high. The only way to make the creature die is to stab its head and between its eyes. "But how do you do it?" Hannah asked. "Your weapon can't penetrate dragon scales either." I paused for a moment. "Actually you can." "I've been thinking about it for a long time and made it design. But the problem is in strength, I can increase its strength by increasing its size, but ... " "Why don't we just do that?" Asked Demian. "Because, our target is the dragon's head. I have to shoot from a height if I want to hit it. "From there I began to draw an academy plan." That's how I plan..."
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I divided into 3 groups. Right now I'm going to the center of the commotion, the dragon and the teachers are fighting in the castle courtyard. To save 'where', we decided to run rather than fly. After a while, we arrived at a tree and hid behind it. A hundred meters in front of us is a big monster that rages in the middle of a circle of magicians. Without hesitation Demian began to do her role, I took out my voice and pointed it at the dragon's head, then shot it. When smoke covered the monster's eyes, Demian flew towards the teachers. Demian used the opportunity as well as possible, he chatted with a teacher, namely the Head of the Academy Professor Hovey. Seconds later, Professor Hovey tapped his tongue with a stick, then his voice was heard throughout the academy. "Don't let him enter the duel arena!" Then the dragon fell and made a lot of magic beneath it carried by the wind. A few minutes later, the teachers changed their formation, they lined up and blocked the dragon in one direction. The monster then shouted loudly, vibrating in the air, piercing the ear. His chest emits light like Lava. Not long after, a fire came out of his mouth, sweeping away the teachers. Even so, the teachers survived because of protective magic. They climbed the broom, then flew around the dragon's head like a fly, trying to attack his eyes. I took out an anemometer (a box-shaped device to calculate wind speed), and did some calculations, then started aiming. My target is dragon eyes.
"Bang!"
The bullet shot and hit the dragon. Then, I shot him again.
"Bang!"
There was a scream of a dragon that was in pain because a foreign object entered his eyes. "It works!"
Count Blackwoods came to Roftor's Academy of Magic to steal the power of the Policy Tree while destroying the institution. Viktor and I flew towards the arena. On the way, we saw a dragon that landed in the middle of the arena. We arrived at the dueling arena in a few seconds. In the VIP room Anna and Hannah were waiting for me. They stood while staring at the dragon in the middle of the field. "It's done?" "I will try, but the shape is the same as you want or not." I told Anna to repair the shape of my Aperture using Iron-Forming magic. Now, the weapon has a longer shape. "Fayo fast!" Cried Hannah. "Wait a minute!" I pulled the gun and put a bullet in it. Currently the shape is different. From research, I know that steel has a very high tensile strength. Then, I think. Steel tends to be soft when heated. So, if I shoot it when the dragon spits fire, maybe this bullet can penetrate it. I hope this can penetrate it. A second later, the dragon opened its mouth. When the fire coming out of the dragon's mouth began to rise above the tower, I would immediately shoot it.
...BANG!
I pulled my rifle, an explosive sound that echoed and was very loud. The bullet slid, then stuck on the dragon's head. The fire stopped coming out. The dragon tried to straighten up but couldn't, the dragon screamed very loudly. Accidentally the tail hit the tower. I lost my balance, I screamed hysterically, not long after I almost fell. But someone who rode a broomstick caught me. I saw the dragon again, he looked wilder. However, for sure, the creature is getting weaker. He could not stand, his wings stopped moving, his head fell to the ground, and in the end ... a red light that appeared from his chest faded. His heart stopped. The dragon is dead. For a moment I didn't believe it, but the roar of those who tried made me realize. The teachers (along with their brooms) popped up in the sky. In the end, that joy appeared in my chest. When I planned to join in cheering, there was a hoarse voice from someone who was not expected to be present.
"Fafner ..." Count Blackwoods. He returns.
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