A/N: Ladies and gentlemen, the time has come for armies to meet for an apocalyptic clash and for Hiccup and Drago to have their final encounter. This chapter, however, is mainly about the war between Kumandra and the Northern Alliance. Hiccup and Drago will have their final encounter in the next chapter. But anyway, I'm not going to keep you guys waiting, because you've waited long enough. Let's get right into it!

(Normal pov— Heart Nation)

Sleep had not come to Drago, the madman got a wink of sleep at the very least, he had been up for the majority of the night preparing on leading his army into this final conflict with Kumandra and Hiccup Haddock. Though total annihilation is what he excelled at, Drago knew that in the end, he was facing an opponent who had crippled his junta single-handedly, facing Hiccup Haddock with brute strength would not serve Drago well, he knew this. His young, zealous opponent possessed a keen mind, and the boy needed to be dealt with in kind on the field of battle.

But who was left in the Northern Alliance to challenge Hiccup Haddock in such a way?

All of his warlords, his closest allies were ruthlessly maimed by the boy, he had turned the Northern Alliance against each other causing disunity and fractures, and his aspiring champions were dead and gone. These grievous losses have done nothing but further weaken the Northern Alliance, those who showed promise to ascend to a rank of position were no better than dogs that were begging for the scraps at Drago's table.

With a roar of outrage that a boy has done so much damage to his army, Drago slammed his unnatural fist through the table within his chambers on board The Conqueror. The table split in two by the sheer strength of the war master's strike. As Drago huffed and puffed deeply, he knew that although his army was now without proper leaders to keep the various armies in line, he still possessed several advantages: the Dragon Flyers under Askari's command, his Hands which were former members of the Mongrel Tribe and had been trained since birth to become superior warriors as well as tactical minds, he possessed Kumandra's quintuple dragon champions who would serve as a hive mind and control the recaptured dragons and have them do whatever Drago desired. Finally, the war master possessed an egg of the King of Dragons, when Sisudatu and her siblings had served their purpose, they would be disposed of and Drago would once again have a Bewilderbeast under his thumb and use it to help him further his agenda.

The Bewilderbeast spawn had been found by Askari and his flyers within a mountain not far from the dragon nest that the Riders of Berk had fought his forces at what felt like a lifetime ago. In completing what Krogan had failed to do, Askari, who was a mere flyer was promoted to the leader of the Dragon Flyers for bringing Drago another King of Dragons who would one day grow and become his to control once again.

Reaching for a secret compartment underneath his desk, Drago pulled the egg out and examined it, he could see the silhouette of the Bewilderbeast in the candlelight illuminating his chambers. When the time was right, he would begin to make this dragon obey no one but him, but that was a concern for another time.

A sudden series of knocking at his chamber caused Drago to turn to his door in confusion. He then placed the Bewilderbeast egg back in the secret compartment beneath his desk and approached his door, opening it, revealing one of his Hands. "Master, Bayana has returned to us," the Hand then added. "He says he has knowledge of how Hiccup Haddock plans to fight you in this coming battle." Drago's curiosity was piqued. He was not oblivious to the fact that Bayana loathed him, but despite his evident hatred towards him, Bayana was one of the best Hands in Drago's arsenal. However, the madman only trusted a select few, and those he trusted were killed by Hiccup Haddock, he would give the absent Bayana the benefit of the doubt, but if he smelled the faintest stench of betrayal, Drago would reunite the long resentful Bayana with his kin and people in death.

"Take me to him."

As his Hand led Drago to the upper deck of The Conqueror, the warriors stood at attention as their leader stood in their sight, but the war master gave a dismissive wave and let them be. Finally, the entirety of Drago's Hands were near the front of the ship. As the Hands saw their master approach, they bowed their heads and made space for Drago to approach Bayana.

"He claims he was spying on our enemies, master," Nyack, Strong Heart, leader of Drago's Hands said while crossing his arms across his chest. "He also claims that he possesses knowledge on how to best your enemies." After taking in Nyack's words, the war master approached Bayana and towered over him. Bowing his head in submission, the former farmer now warrior held his breath and waited for what Drago would say or do.

Growling softly, the madman began circling Bayana before raising an eyebrow. "Is this true? You possess knowledge on how we can defeat Hiccup Haddock and Kumandra's armies?"

"I do," Bayana raised his head and continued. "Hiccup Haddock, though driven by his lust for revenge has tempered that passion with patience, he will not come after you and all of us alone and he certainly won't risk dragging Kumandra's armies into a battle based on base impulses and without a plan. Fortune, however, seems to favor us, many of Kumandra's armies have withdrawn from their coalition in fear of being annihilated by the forces you will bring to bear."

Narrowing his eyes at Bayana, Drago grunted before urging the young warrior to continue speaking. "I saw the nations of Spine, Talon, and Tail abandon the coalition, leaving only Heart and Fang to fight us," shrugging, Bayana smirked. "True, Fang may have the better warriors and greater numbers out of all of Kumandra's armies, but their numbers and skilled warriors will not pose a threat to us since their former allies have no abandoned them." The Hands looked to their master, awaiting his response to Bayana's words.

"You accompanied Aten, Serpent's Fang, and Mkali the Fierce, whilst she and the flyers who accompanied her were tasked to retake the spawn of the King of Dragons and the dragons that Hiccup Haddock had freed, they were also tasked with capturing Kumandra's quintuple dragon alphas— Sisudatu and her siblings. You and Aten, Serpent's Fang were tasked with assassinating one or more of Kumandra's chieftains to cause infighting amongst them. Your fellow Hand returned with the head Spine Nation's former chieftain, and you returned with nothing but "information," that may be of use to me?" Bayana felt his heart beating faster against his chest and he noted how the Hands encircled him, weapons at the ready.

"I have no reason to lie to you—"

Bayana held his breath when Drago's sword was pressed against his throat, cutting off his words. "Do not take me for a fool, boy," the madman snarled. "You have always harbored resentment towards me for the slaughter of your kin and people. The words you just spoke are nothing but a ruse to lead the Northern Alliance to ruin." Hissing in pain at the feeling of Drago's blade drawing blood, Bayana inhaled sharply as the madman leaned in and eyed the blood trickling down his neck. "Admit that you are lying to me, and your death will be quick."

"If you kill me, Hiccup Haddock and Kumandra will defeat you," Bayana stood tall, ignoring the blade at his throat while growling. "Believe what you want, but the knowledge I possess is paramount to obtaining victory here. Kill me, and everything that you have done to reach this point will have been for nothing." Giving Drago a daring glare, Bayana extended his arms out. "Go on, if you believe I am of no further use to you, kill me." The Hands watched with curiosity, though they were Drago's best warriors, even the best can make mistakes, and the sect of deadly warriors wondered whether or not Bayana's claim of possessing information was enough to stay Drago's murderous hands.

Removing his blade from Bayana's throat, Drago sheathed his blade and watched as the young warrior placed a hand around his throat while taking steady breaths. "You will stay by my side once the final battle has begun," the madman grabbed the front of Bayana's armor and seethed. "However, if your words are proven false, then I will kill you slowly, and painfully." The young warrior bowed his head in submission, causing Drago to grunt. "Now, go. Make preparations for battle." As Bayana made his way below deck, the war master growled lowly.

"I do not trust him,"

Turning to the leader of his Hands, Drago nodded. "Nor I. But when the time comes, he will be disposed of," he then turned to Nyack and gave him a firm look. "Watch him." Bowing his head, Nyack and the Hands cleared the deck and made sure to obey the will of their master.

Eager to know the outcome of this final battle with Kumandra's armies and Hiccup Haddock, the war master made his way to his sorcerer, Kofi, the man had served Drago for many years, and his practice of sorcery helped the Northern Alliance obtain monumental victories. Now, it was time to see if Kofi can see whether or not another great victory could be claimed. As the madman watched his sorcerer gut a goat and place its innards in a basin, he knew that he would have his curiosity satisfied soon enough.

"Armies will clash to decide the fate of this world. Only one force will emerge in triumph. Two great men will meet each other in one on one combat. One will win. One will die."

Kofi's words cause Drago to inhale sharply, the sorcerer had already foreseen his death by Hiccup Haddock's hands, but he dared not believe it. Looming over his sorcerer, the madman spoke coldly.  "Tell me, sorcerer, who dies?"

Closing his eyes, the sorcerer is suddenly overwhelmed as he sees the future battle enacted, all he can see is rain, blood, fire, smoke, and ravens feasting on tens of thousands of corpses. "T-There is too much confusion for me to see. I cannot—"

Running Kofi through with his sword, Drago watched as his sorcerer's blood flowed while looking into his shocked eyes, with a snarl, the madman removed his blade from his sorcerer's middle. As Kofi fell back, dead, the war master turned to the warriors on his ship while taking the handful of innards his sorcerer had used to help him perform his spell to take a glimpse of the future. "Make no mistake, it will not be me that dies in battle against Hiccup Haddock. For I am the Dragon God, and I will finish what I set out to do!" Discarding the innards in his hands, Drago then pointed his bloodied blade at the warriors around him, Drago bore his teeth. "Our enemies have gathered for one last, pathetic attempt to stop us from achieving our ultimate goal. Will you allow them to stop us when we're on the verge of conquering this world?"

"No!"

"Will you allow them to defeat us after all that we've suffered and lost?"

"No!"

"And will you allow the inferior people of these lands best you when you have conquered empires?"

"NO!"

Pounding his unnatural fist against his chest, Drago boomed. "Seize your glory! Today, we will reduce Kumandra to ashes and finally fulfill our destiny by claiming the world!" As the Northern Alliance roared, uplifted by their master's words, Drago murmured to himself. "And I will finally be rid of Stoick's whelp."

As Drago descended from his ship and onto land to marshal his army, Bayana, who had emerged from below deck heard the rousing speech Drago had made to the Northern Alliance, a futile attempt to fan the fires within their bellies. The young warrior smirked to himself, all he had to do was follow Hiccup's plan, and lead Drago and the Northern Alliance into the trap that awaited them on the battlefield.

Hiccup emerged out of his tent, fully clothed in his leather armor and armed with his weapons of choice: Inferno, Valkyrie's Fury, his Gronckle Iron shield, and the throwing knives strapped around his armor-clad thighs, upper arms, and around his right boot. As he inhaled the morning air and then slowly exhaled, the Viking knew that today would be his last day on Midgard. Not that that bothered Hiccup, on the contrary, he had been preparing for this moment for what felt like a lifetime, and now that the final battle between him and Drago would commence, he could hardly wait.

While starting a fire in the fire pit beside his tent, Hiccup sat on a crate and finished making preparations for the final battle ahead. In the time the dragons were still in their care, Hiccup was able to milk poison from Slitherwing dragons, and he laced the poison of those dragons on both the throwing knives strapped around his body. Not only that, but the crossbow bolts he'd use when he'd activate that feature for his shield were also laced with Slitherwing venom, because their venom took hold of a victim quickly, Hiccup knew his laced bolts and knives would kill quickly.

"Today is the day, H, you'll defeat one of the most ruthless villains in the world! How does it feel knowing you will fulfill your oath of vengeance and avenge us all?"

Hiccup turned to the memories of both Tuffnut and Ruffnut, both twins looked over him, eager for his answer, causing him to snort while smiling. "By killing Drago, I make amends for disregarding my father and mother's words of wisdom," he then sheathed one of his throwing knives in a slot attached to his arm. "And when Drago's head rolls, I will face a warrior's death and join you all in Valhalla."

"The day of days," Ruffnut said before adding. "Let us hope your end is worthy in the eyes of Odin, so that he may grant you entry into his grand halls."

Fishlegs and Snotlout's memory appeared and the former heir of Berk looked to his cousin and raised an eyebrow. "What? Nothing to say, or are you rendered speechless?"

Smirking, the memory of Snotlout crossed his arms across his chest. "I await your arrival in Valhalla, cousin," he gave him a firm look. "But you must kill Drago."

"You must," Fishlegs agreed with Snotlout before giving Hiccup an encouraging smile. "You've come a long way, we all watch from Valhalla and will fill you with fury and vengeance."

Hiccup looked in front of him to see his parents, both of them gave him smiles, though he hung his head in shame while tears swelled in his eyes. "I was a fool to not listen to the both of you, my disregard of your warnings only sped the destruction of Scandinavia and its people," looking back up at the memory of his parents, Hiccup felt the tears streaming down his cheeks while he gave them a firm nod. "But I swear to you, I rectify my mistake by ridding the world of Drago and his army."

"I know you will, son," Stoick's memory now loomed over him with a smile. "You have done the impossible and brought a supposedly invincible force to its knees. All you need to do is cut off the head of this serpent, and the body will fall."

Valka's memory stood behind him and voiced agreement with Stoick's words. "Without Drago, his army will be leaderless, they will be nothing more than sheep in the pen, ready for slaughter," the memory of Hiccup's mother smiled. "With Odin's help, you will succeed, this we know."

"I know you'll succeed, Hiccup."

Looking up at the memory of his beloved, Hiccup reached out, wishing he could caress Astrid's face and kiss her. Instead, all he touched was air, and a sharp pang of melancholy struck Hiccup's heart because of this. "I'm so tired, Astrid," he confessed. "Vengeance is eating me alive, and all I want is to reunite with you and those I love in Valhalla."

"Soon, babe, soon," she promised. "First, you have to finish this war with those who slaughtered the Viking people, only then, when you meet a warrior's death, will you be reunited with us in the halls of the Æsir." Hiccup soon noted the memories of his loved ones dissipated one by one, each of them giving him an encouraging smile. When Astrid was the last memory before Hiccup, she gave him a firm nod. "Until we meet in Valhalla, my love. You know what must be done." And then she was gone, leaving Hiccup alone once again. Tears threatened to spill down Hiccup's face, but he held them back, now was no time for tears, now was the time to prepare and do battle as a Viking.

With minerals and other materials to help create paint, if he was going into battle, he was going enter the field as a Viking. After creating crimson war paint, Hiccup dipped a finger inside the small bowl and formed what many would consider an upside-down L under each of his eyes and stopping under his jawlines. Inspecting his weapons, Hiccup reached for Valkyrie's Fury which was strapped behind his back, and inspected the beautiful, deadly weapon. Knowing that it wouldn't be his weapon of choice, Hiccup would wield it nonetheless, he recalled what his father had told him as a boy the last time he would be using an axe during Dragon Training.

"When you carry this axe, you carry all of us with you."

As a boy, those words didn't bear much weight. But now, as the last of his people, they bore great significance to him. Failure was not an option, only sending the last of the Northern Alliance and their insane leader to the afterlife was the only outcome Hiccup would allow, even if he had to kill every last one of his enemies by himself.

Gripping the axe tightly in his hands, Hiccup nodded to himself before strapping the axe behind his back and resuming making his final preparations. After ensuring his weapons were in order, Hiccup knew that the only thing left to do was make a sacrifice to the gods, and ask them to empower him to see the Scandinavian people avenged. Lowering his head and closing his eyes, Hiccup spoke Norse.

"Å, vise og mektige guder av aserne, i dag ber jeg bare om styrke til å beseire mine fiender. Jeg har vært trofast og vært lojal mot deg hele livet. Til gjengjeld ber jeg bare... gi meg styrke!"

"Hiccup?"

Opening his eyes and panting heavily after his simple, yet desperate plea to the gods for empowerment, Hiccup looked over his shoulder, laying eyes on Raya. Heart's princess radiated in dawn's light, making her seem like a gem. Her ebony hair was slicked back and done in a bubble ponytail style with three gilded cuffs to keep her hair in place. Strapped behind the small of her back, Raya kept two gleaming bo staffs and on her hip was her whip sword. The princess had a face mask around her neck that could place over the lower half of her face at any time, she wore dark blue clothing with light blue outlines, her dark blue leggings bore printed images of Sisudatu, and she wore black curved boots.

"Raya," Hiccup gave a nod in greetings while now loading a bola into his shield. The Viking knew his friend and companion wanted to have words with him, so he invited her to sit with him while he continued working. "If you wish to have words, now is the time." Making her way towards her friend, Raya sat beside him and watched as Hiccup finished loading the bola in his shield before preparing something quick and easy to eat. As he started a fire, Raya recalled many of the subjects she and Hiccup would discuss whenever they had free time, but there was one that irked her because she couldn't understand it, so she decided to get her answer from him.

"Hiccup, you've told me plenty of stories about your culture as well as your gods, and every one of your stories, Ragnarök is mentioned in every tale that you tell," Raya then cocked her head in curiosity. "What exactly is Ragnarök?"

Halting his actions, Hiccup looked into Raya's curious eyes, they reminded him of a child's curiosity regarding a subject they didn't fully understand. Reaching for a pouch strapped to his armor-clad leg, Hiccup pulled out leaves he had acquired from Gothi's hut prior to leaving Berk and Scandinavia. Crunching the leaves in his hand, Hiccup tossed them into the fire, and thick, white smoke lifted from the flames. A large raven suddenly descended from the skies and landed on Hiccup's armored shoulder before cawing loudly, tilting its head and staring into Raya's eyes. The princess felt uneasy as the raven's milky eyes bore into her own, she then turned back to Hiccup as he satisfied her curiosity.

"The twilight of the gods will happen like this: there will be three years of terrible winters and summers of black sunlight. People will lose all hope and surrender to greed, incest, and civil war. Midgårdsormen, the world's serpent will come lunging from the ocean, dragging the tides in and flooding the world," the smoke emanating from the fire filled Raya's nostrils and she could see all that Hiccup spoke of in vivid detail, "the wolf, giant Fenrir, will break his invisible chains. The skies will open and Surt, the fire-giant, will come flaming across the bridge to destroy the gods," she saw the wolf howling as its chains were broken and fire coming towards her, causing her to gasp, Raya turned back to Hiccup as he concluded. "Odin will ride out of the gates of Valhalla to do battle for a last time against the great wolf. Thor will kill the serpent but die from its venom. Surt will spread fire across the earth. At last, Fenrir's sons, Sköll and Hati will swallow our sun and moon. Our world will burn and the gods will die— Ragnarök. The end of the world of gods and men."

Raya snapped out of the trace, breathing heavily, placing a hand over her racing heart, and looking at Hiccup, whose face was devoid of any emotion. The fire illuminated his face, making him look menacing as he looked into Raya's dusky eyes. "I will burn down Drago's dream of conquering the world through genocide and tyranny, by any means necessary. Today, I end Drago Bludvist and the Northern Alliance," he then reached for the betrothal pendant wrapped around his neck. Clenching his fingers around the pendant, he brought it to his mouth and murmured softly against it. "Should I die well in battle today, I will be reunited with my beloved Astrid and all those who were taken from me."

"H-Hiccup, I don't want you to make reckless choices."

Looking up at Raya, Hiccup could see her face was twisted with concern and love for him. "You're the brother that I never had, Hiccup. And... I love you like you're my own flesh and blood," she confessed before reaching out to take one of his hands. "I understand that you've lost everyone you truly care for, but you have others that you've grown close to Sisu, Boun, Noi, Tong, Namaari, and me! I know that we can never replace the loved ones you lost, but that doesn't mean you have to ensure you die today—"

"Have you learned nothing about me and why I'm even here? If I don't meet a warrior's death, I will never be reunited with my loved ones in Valhalla!" Flinching at Hiccup's harsh tone, Raya relaxed when the Viking took a deep breath while murmuring an apology to her. "Only those who fight and are brave in battle will earn their place in Valhalla. I'm going to die in battle today, I'm fated to do so. And there's nothing you can say or do to alter the outcome."

"Hiccup—"

"This is my choice, Raya. If you can't respect my decision, then I have nothing more to say to you," he said firmly. "Whatever you say or do, it will mean nothing to stop me from exacting my revenge." Before Raya could object further, war horns sounded, waking the armies of Heart and Fang from slumber. The remaining nations and their armies were making final preparations at Tail Nation, where the battle would take place. Rising, Hiccup strapped his shield around his torso and placed Inferno on his hip before summoning Stormfly with a dragon call. When the Deadly Nadder was by his side, Hiccup climbed on her back and looked down at Raya, he gave her a nod and shrugged. "I care about you too, Raya, but my today will be the last day we see each other. My mind is made up, and you can do nothing to sway me from my path." Urging Stormfly to reach for the sky, Hiccup did feel a pang of guilt struck him in the heart for how he sounded towards Raya, but he would not let her or anyone try to seduce him away from meeting his fate.

While steering Stormfly to Tail Nation, Hiccup closed his eyes and inhaled the morning air, savoring it one last time before exhaling slowly. Today was the day he had long waited for, he had dreamed of this confrontation, and desired it more than anything in his entire life.

Worlds would indeed burn today, and Hiccup knew that today was the day he would die.

The time for glory and Valhalla had finally arrived.

Bayana skulked in the shadows of The Conqueror's lower deck, he was merely going through with Hiccup's plan, he was assigned with freeing Sisu and her siblings from Drago's grasp, quietly and without being detected. Once Kumandra's quintuple dragon champions were freed, they would command all the dragons under Drago's thralldom to turn on those seeking to enslave them and fight for their freedom or die trying.

The lower deck of Drago's warship contained crates full of supplies— weapons, treasure, food stores, black powder, as well as dragon traps and cages. Soldiers did their rounds as a precaution in case the Kumandran warriors were brazen enough to infiltrate the flagship of the Northern Alliance and attempt to destroy it from within or assassinate the junta's master.

As Bayana clung to the shadows and stayed clear of guards with lanterns in hand, he made his way to a large cage that held all five of Kumandra's champion dragons. Lifting up her armored head, Sisu growled lowly. "Unless you want me to render your flesh off, humans, I suggest you keep away from me and my siblings--"

"I mean you no harm," Bayana reassured while disarming himself and tossing his weapons aside. "I am here to see you and your siblings freed."

Pengu growled in pain as he sat up before giving the young warrior a curious look. "You would turn against your people?"

Scoffing, Bayana shook his head. "These are not my people, my reasons for associating with these murderers was an act born from necessity. Drago butchered my family and my people, I seek retribution," reaching for a pouch attached to the small of his back, Bayana pulled out a jar of Changewing acid. "Denying Drago to use you all as a collective hivemind to control the dragons seems like a good start to exacting my own retribution." After pouring the acid on the lock holding the dragons inside the cage, the young warrior opened the cage and slowly approached Sisu. "Easy, I will not hurt you." Bayana proceeded to remove the gilded armor from Sisu's face and body. When the last piece of armor was removed, Bayana backed away and extended a hand toward Sisu's snout.

"Thank you," pressing her snout against Bayana's palm, Sisu retracted before inquiring quietly. "How are we going to get out of here?"

While removing the armor along Pengu's body, Bayana reassured the water dragon's concerns. "Once you're free of this armor, I'll cut a way out for you and your siblings to slip into the waters and wait for Drago's armada to get out of range. Once they're gone, head to Tail Nation, Hiccup Haddock, Princess Raya, and all who oppose Drago and the Northern Alliance will do battle there," after Bayana had removed the armor off of each of the dragon siblings, he urged them to follow him until they reached the right side of the ship. The four siblings used their fire to form a large circle so that they could fit through and escape, Sisu kept watch while Bayana drew his blade and prepared to cut the dragons that were forming. When the dragons backed away, the young wave drove his blade into the ring they had formed, his blade cut through the weakened wood with ease. Once their way of escape was presented, Bayana turned to dragon siblings. "Now, quickly! Into the water, and wait until Drago's fleet is out of sight." As the dragons crawled down The Conqueror's side and into the water, Bayana could hear approaching footsteps.

"What is that?"

Pushing Sisu toward the way out of The Conqueror, Bayana shook his head. "No time! Go, get out of here!" He hissed in a hushed tone while watching the water dragon dive down into the water below and swim down to the bed of the water. Whirling around, Bayana quickly found cover as four guards gasped at the empty cage that held Kumandra's champion dragons.

"Sisudatu and her siblings have escaped!" The guard in charge of patrols below deck turned to his companions and barked out. "Inform Drago, now!" Bayana couldn't allow that, he quickly dove for his bow and quiver full of arrows and then nocked three arrows and let them fly. As the arrows struck the three guards down, the guard in charge gasped in shock before laying eyes on Bayana and putting the pieces together. "You released them, didn't you?" When Bayana assumed a battle stance, the head guard snarled. "Drago will reward me when I deliver your traitorous head to him." Drawing their blades, the guard lunged at Bayana, however, the young warrior moved fast and proceeded to spill the guard's belly open and then proceeded to decapitate them, shielding himself from the geyser of blood spewing everywhere, Bayana proceeded to dispose of the bodies and cleanse any trace of his encounter off of his skin, blade, and armor.

While making his way above deck, Bayana failed to notice a fellow Hand who specializes in stealth and saw everything the young warrior did. They then emerged out of the shadows and made their way to the upper deck and to the front of The Conqueror, where Drago was located. Approaching the war master, the stealthy Hand bowed her head before whispering in the madman's ear. "Bayana has just released Sisudatu and her siblings, he also killed the man in charge of patrols below deck as well as three other men," the Hand then inquired. "Shall I dispose of this traitor, master?"

"Not yet. Let Bayana believes he has the advantage of surprise for the time being," looking over his shoulder and seeing the young warrior play dumb by loading a ballista, Drago then smirked. "I will dispose of him myself, and in the act, finally be rid of a disloyal dog."

Beneath the waters, however, Sisu and her siblings emerged out of the water once they were sure Drago's armada had moved on. The dragon siblings began running along the sky thanks to their magical powers, they ran as fast as they could to Tail Nation and prepared themselves to fight for Kumandra and their dragon brethren.

(Tail Nation)

Once his armada had set out to Tail Nation, Drago's army disembarked from their ships, offloading thousands of warriors and terrible war machines to unleash upon Kumandra's forces, as well as releasing the armored dragons, because of Bayana's treachery, the dragons under their command would only tolerate their oppression for so long before eventually turning on them, Drago made sure that the leash around the dragons was tight. The sun hung high in the morning sky as the Northern Alliance marched along the sands of Tail Nation, once again, only this time, they were no longer the invincible force they once were.

Drago stood on a mobile command post, he was accompanied by those he deemed worthy to help him lead the respective armies in the junta, as well as warriors that manned a series of ballistas that circled the command post. Like his war machines, this command post had become mobile thanks to having armored dragons dragging it along the field. While his ground forces continued their march along the sands, the Dragon Flyers, led by both Askari and Mkali, would lead the Northern Alliance air troops into battle.

The march gave Drago and his chosen commanders time to plan for the imminent battle. In the center of the command post was a table that was littered with maps and charts, as he loomed over his table, Drago summoned his commanders to join him, Bayana was among them, with his ruse of loyalty exposed, the war master played dumb, allowing the young warrior to believe he was one step ahead. "My faithful commanders, as we push towards the final victory, soon, Kumandra and the insignificant people who live here will be wiped clean from this world," looking at each of his commanders, the war master continued. "If Bayana's word is to be trusted, then Heart and Fang are the only peoples who will make a final stand against us. They will be crushed, just as we have crushed all who have stood in our way throughout the decades." Slamming a fist against the table to emphasize his point, Drago then growled. "And finally, I will personally crush Stoick the Vast's boy."

"A much-deserved fate," Bayana said before smirking. "Hiccup Haddock and his allies will all be crushed under the boot of the Northern Alliance, they only delay the inevitable."

Suddenly, a distant, yet loud series of explosions caused Drago and his commanders to turn around, as did the entirety of the Northern Alliance. Thick clouds of smoke reached the heavens, telling the marching army that their ships were being destroyed. Feeling his breath hitch, as more and more explosions filled his ears, Drago summoned Askari. Once the leader of the Dragon Flyers landed his Singetail on the mobile command post, the madman approached the flyer. "Take a handful of men and retreat back to The Conqueror. Go to my chambers. There you will find a hidden compartment, under my desk that holds the spawn of the King of Dragons. Bring that egg to me."

"Yes, Drago." Bowing his head, Askari made his way back to his Singetail and urged the dragon to fly while also summoning six men to accompany him back to the ships.

A Mongol commander named Ghazan turned to Drago and hissed out. "If the enemy is allowed to destroy our armada, we will be trapped here! We must turn back and face them so that we can save our ships!"

Natalya, the Narcissist turned to Ghazan and shook her head. "No, assuming Askari and his flyers and fast enough to prevent the enemy from sinking our ships, we have to assume that they are lost to us," she then looked to the other commanders and continued. "The enemy has taken too much from us, now it's our time to destroy them all!" Many of the commanders grunted in agreement with Natalya, they then looked to Drago, who had the last word.

Before Drago could voice his desires, however, a series of barrels rolled down two sides of steep hills and into the formations of the armies marching. Confused by this, the armies investigated the barrels that were nothing more than an annoyance in their path. Noting how the armored dragons roared in panic and how they were able to break free from the bonds that forced them to heave the war machines, Drago was about to order Mkali and the Dragon Flyers to get those dragons back in line, but when he saw a series of flaming arrows struck the barrels, his eyes widened in horror and in realization.

"TAKE COVER!"

A series of violent, devastating explosions ripped through the ranks of the Northern Alliance like they were nothing. Warriors and war machines were reduced to pieces and flew in every direction, causing those fortunate enough to survive to raise shields and protect themselves from debris and fire. One of these barrels full of explosive properties struck the former mobile command post, the armored dragons tugging it had broken free from their bonds, leaving their oppressors to die. Before Drago could react, the following explosion sent him flying off of the command post and he soon tumbled into the sands beneath him. Groaning in agony, the madman slowly rose and spat out a mouthful of sand and blood before looking to his now obliterated command post. With his ears ringing loudly, Drago failed to hear the battle cries of Heart Nation warriors as they emerged from their hiding places and attacked from the ground and from the high ground.

Ripping off his burning cloak of dragon skin, Drago drew his sword and crouched down to retrieve his bullhook while also spitting out a mouthful of blood. Quickly taking a look at what his enemies were using against his forces, Drago saw Heart warriors manning Hwacha launchers, rockets soon blanketed the battlefield with fire and death, killing many of the warriors under the banners of the Northern Alliance. Those that weren't killed by the rockets were cut down by Heart Nation steel, their blood soaking the sands. Whilst the Hwacha launchers were being loaded with another salvo of rockets, Heart archers provided cover, killing a great many hostile warriors who attempted to scale the high ground and stop the Hwacha launchers from firing.

"Destroy the enemy's artillery! Do it!" Ghazan, who had survived barked out to the Mongol warriors under his command. These Mongols labored to turn the war machines to destroy Heart's rocket launchers.

"Heads up!"

The Northern Alliance warriors looked up to see a Catastrophic Quaken come down on them, the shock wave that followed sent warriors and war machines flying in all directions. On top of this massive Quaken was Princess Raya, she had managed to bond with this highly aggressive, as well as ridiculously large Catastrophic Quaken, and the two of them would now test their bond as a bonded pair on the field of battle. As Raya drew her sword and pointed her blade at the nearest enemy war machine, she patted her dragon's head. "Alright, Bullsong, let's take out these war machines!" Going into ball form, the large Quaken rolled through the field like a runaway boulder, it then smashed through a series of Mongol cannons that were about to fire on the high ground, which held Heart warriors manning the Hwacha launchers and the archers covering them.

Drago, who had seen enough, roared out to Mkali and the Dragon Flyers. "Destroy the enemy launchers!" Obeying their master's command, the flyers swooped down and forced their Singetails to fire on the Hwacha launchers. The following explosions ignited unused rockets and reduced the Heart warriors on the high ground to bloody pieces.

Gasping in horror at the sight of her brothers and sisters in arms being consumed by fire, Raya steered Bullsong deeper into Tail Nation's desert while barking out to her fellow warriors. "Fall back!" As the warriors under Raya's command fled, the Northern Alliance and its leader pursued them without hesitation, they were eager to spill the blood of their enemies, and killing Benja's girl seemed like a good start to beginning Kumandra's genocide.

Drago was killing off stragglers who believed they could defeat him, he wanted to laugh at their vain attempt. Leaping into the air with a loud grunt, the madman thrust his bullhook through one of his opponent's bellies before ripping the shaft out and using the hook to rip off another opponent's lower jaw. As both opponents fell dead, Drago charged into the final straggler and hoisted them up into the air before thrusting his bullhook to the sky and impaling them through their chest. Blood painted the war master's face before he retracted his bullhook from his opponent's flesh, causing them to splatter on the sand. "Is that all you have to offer, girl?" Drago boomed out to the retreating Raya and her warriors. "I have not yet had my fill of blood!" Turning to Ghazan and Natalya, the Narcissist, along with two other commanders that survived the initial ambush, Drago gave them orders to take command of the respective armies and chase down Heart's princess and fleeing warriors.

The skies suddenly darkened, thunder crackled in the heavens, and rain began pouring down on the desert of Tail Nation. Confused at first, Drago suddenly realized what was happening as the armored dragons in his army suddenly turned against them and began firing upon the nearest soldiers without pity or mercy. Blood-curdling screams filled the air as did the roars of very familiar dragons that he had tried to break. Looking to Bayana who was limping, Drago approached the young warrior and gave him a murderous grin. "Your treachery ends here, boy!" He then readied to run Bayana through with his bullhook, a sudden shadow from above caused the madman to look up to see a Deadly Nadder coming at him from behind. Crying out in surprise, Drago evaded the incoming dragon, he then gasped in shock and confusion when Bayana was no longer before him. That's when he recognized Hiccup Haddock on the back of the dragon while helping Bayana up. "HADDOCK!" Roaring out, Drago turned to the army and pointed his bullhook at the fleeing Viking. "After them!" Roaring out, the Northern Alliance charged while also trying to keep the dragons under their momentary control from rebelling against them.

While approaching a narrow slope, Drago and his army were greeted by Spine Nation warriors, both on the ground and atop their mighty war elephants. Tong, who was perched on his elephant parapet raised his axe and boomed out. "Kill them!" His elephant rose to its hind legs and released a series of thunderous trumpeting, encouraging the other elephants to advance and join their human companions in battle.

Drago snarled in outrage that the sight of Spine's hulking warriors and their war elephants engage his ground forces, when he got his hands on Bayana, he would make sure the boy's death was beyond excruciating. Raising his bullhook he began swinging it over his head while roaring out to the armored dragons under his thrall before pointing his bullhook at the elephants. The dragons that had been in captivity far longer than others took to the sky and obeyed Drago's desire, they then descended on Spine's warriors and war elephants like an angry swarm of hornets. While occupied with the armored dragons, Drago and his commanders led their troops into battle, killing disoriented Spine warriors.

Snarling as a large warrior swung his axe at his head, Drago stopped the axe with his sword and then bashed his head against that warrior's head, sending them back and tumbling to the sand. Drago roared out and drove his bullhook through their throat and whirled around to remove a charging Spine warrior's head off with one precise swing. Looking to the sky, Drago grunted as Mkali and the Dragon Flyers helped thin Spine's ground forces, however, the war elephants Spine's warriors rode carried archers as well as men manning ballistas, when the flyers started losing dozens of men, Mkali gave orders to scatter and get out of range of Spine's archers and ballista fire.

Suddenly, the warriors of Tail emerged out of trap doors that were hidden in the sand, their young, yet fierce leader, Chanthou, led the charge on horseback as her cavalry and warriors attacked the Northern Alliance from their rear flanks, catching them by surprise. With her moon-sickle swords in hand, Chanthou hacked and slashed her way through Slavic warriors as though they were nothing. Her people fought soiled and seeing as though the Northern Alliance would never fight honorably, there was no reason for them to either. Not only were Chanthou's warriors emerging underneath the sands like a colony of enraged fire ants, but they had unleashed packs of trained leopards that are docile toward them.

While steering her horse through the carnage, Chanthou decapitated nearby enemy warriors trying to remove her from her horse and she was able to evade incoming arrow and Singetail fire. Noting that the Dragon Flyers momentarily broke their engagement with Spine's war elephants, they then directed their attention to her and her cavalry. Cursing her breath, Chanthou steered her horse away from a flyer who was determined to shoot her down. Looking over her shoulder, Tail's leader could see that the flyer urged their Singetail to loom over them, Chanthou cried out while urging her horse to make a hard right as the oppressed dragon released a wave of fire from its belly and reduced the sand beneath her to glass. Knowing that if she didn't do something, this flyer would take her out. Chanthou then steered her horse past Spine warriors and made her way to the nearest war elephant that held a ballista.

"Enemy flyer approaching! Loose!"

As the warrior manning the ballista lined up their shot, their aim was precise, and the flyer was impaled through their belly and sent plummeting to their death while the Singetail flew away. Letting out a relieved laugh, Chanthou waved in thanks to her allies before returning her attention back to the battle and leading her people.

Drago and his surviving commanders led their respective troops against Spine's hulking warriors, the war master knew that their biggest priority was killing as many of the war elephants that were killing a great many of his Dragon Flyers and blanketing his ranks with arrow fire, striking many of his men down; for every Kumandran that they killed, over fifty of his men were killed thanks to Tail's surprise attack and Spine's war elephants. Raising his bullhook, Drago turned to see his warriors had labored to push many of their still-operational war machines to kill as many of the rampaging war elephants that were trampling his men underfoot. Once a line of cannons was in position, Drago pointed his bullhook directly at the lead war elephant, the one that held Tong. The warriors manning these cannons lit the fuses and the battlefield was suddenly peppered with cannon fire, killing Spine and Talon warriors alike, as well as bringing down many war elephants, including the one that held Tong.

"Kill the stragglers!" Drago boomed out to his men. "Kill them all!" As the Northern Alliance pressed their advantage now that a great many of the war elephants were shot down with cannons, they began pushing back the combined armies of Spine and Tail.

Tong, who was recovering from his fall groaned in pain while clutching his aching head. Laying eyes on the advancing enemy, he barked out to his warriors. "Fall back! Bring them to Talon!" As Tong gave the orders for his men to retreat, Chanthou gave similar orders to her warriors, those on horseback helped hull up those who lost their footing so that they could retreat and lure the enemy into Talon's hands next.

Before Drago and his warriors could pursue the fleeing Kumandrans, however, they were set back by the dragons that rebelled against them. Dragons of all shapes and sizes held nothing back as they tore into the humans that had tormented and oppressed them for so long. Among these dragons was a pack of Whispering Deaths, and the alpha of this pack was the Screaming Death. This monstrous dragon unleashed its rage by leading his pack underground, burrowing underneath the foot of the Northern Alliance warriors, and then popping out of the sand while releasing volley after volley of crimson spines that impaled their oppressor, ripping them to bloody pieces by biting down on anyone in their line of sight or reducing them to dust with their fire. The Screaming Death fired repeated fireballs, blanketing the battlefield in fire, and killing a great many of Drago's men.

Even now, this highly aggressive dragon refused to be oppressed. Despite his many methods of subjugating dragons, Drago had a difficult time breaking this Titan Wing Whispering Death. Like people, anyone, man or dragon, if they refused to submit to Drago and the Northern Alliance then they would die. This rare dragon that hatches even one hundred years would be made extinct as would its pack members.

Covering sand, blood, and gore that flung into his face, Drago grabbed the Screaming Death's attention by hurling a spear at it. Roaring in outrage, the massive dragon rushed Drago like an enraged bull. Standing tall, the madman waited until the Screaming Death got closer. With its jaws wide open, Drago sidestepped away from its gaping mouth and then proceeded to drive his bullhook under its jaw, and with all his raw strength, he was able to slam the beast down. Evading a wave of fire from its mouth, Drago then plunged his sword into one of the beast's eyes. Ignoring the creature's roars of agony, the war master would teach this defiant beast that it was nothing compared to him, he was the most dangerous predator on the battlefield. Many of Drago's men proceeded to fire razor netting which wrapped tightly around the writhing Screaming Death. With its pack of Whispering Deaths shot down by the Dragon Flyers and then finished off by the warriors on the ground, Drago finished the Screaming Death off by driving his bullhook through the back of the beast's skull and impaling its cerebrum.

Huffing and puffing heavily, Drago extracted his bullhook from the now-dead Screaming Death and pointed his weapons at the fleeing Kumandrans. "Men, advance!" Looking to the sky, Drago boomed out. "Mkali, lead the Dragon Flyers ahead, dispose of their reinforcements!" The flyers advanced and Drago turned to his commanders and urged them to follow him, they had men sound horns of advance, and the Northern Alliance pursued their fleeing enemies, eager to kill them all and be done with this doomed campaign.

A sudden commotion of terror suddenly came from the Mongols as thunder crackled in the heavens. Their terror escalated when a bolt of lightning came down on their ranks and destroyed a war machine that their brothers labored to tug through the sands. Smoke, crystallized sand, and gore flew in every direction and the Mongol ranks were thrown into disarray. Ghazan, commander of the Mongols tried to maintain order and balance, but it was no use as the men under his command scattered like roaches as lightning bolts came down from the heavens, as well as banshee-like roars. Emerging out of the darkened clouds was the Skrill, it unleashed an ear-piercing roar before firing another powerful bolt of lightning down on the Mongol ranks, the bolt struck another war machine that sent debris and men flying.

Spotting the storm dragon through the panic and rain, Drago sneered at his archers and thrust his bullhook to the heavens. "Bring that lizard down!" As the archers took their aim and let their arrows fly, the Skrill managed to dodge the incoming projectiles before narrowing its eyes at the archers and firing a jet of lightning in their direction. The lightning may have struck the sand but fire and tiny grains of sand that had now crystallized flung up to blind the archers, causing them to claw at their eyes and wail in agony. Drago roared out in frustration, the dragons that were once under his command were ripping the remainder of his army to pieces, it wouldn't be long before the Northern Alliance would fall and everything that they had worked for would have been for nothing.

"Master! We're dead if we stay here!" One of Drago's lowly commanders screamed through the chaos. "What do you command?"

The darkness and heavy rain made it seem as though the Kumandrans had vanished, not wanting to lose his enemies, Drago gave the orders to advance and chase them down. Unknown to the Northern Alliance and it's leader, they had ran headlong into a ravine that had no way out. Wiping the rain water out of his eyes, Drago released a shuddering exhale of horror, realizing he had led his army into a death trap. Before giving the order to withdraw, the way that came in was suddenly blocked thanks to explosives setting off and trapping them like rats.

With the horrific realization that he and his army were now trapped, Drago huffed and puffed in anger as well as fear. Those under his command were no better, they were desperately looking to see if there was any other way out of the trap they were led into, but there was none. Their defeat was now total and complete. Ignoring the clamor of fear and panic from his followers, Drago looked up to the top of the ravine's cliff, he could see Hiccup, and Talon archers and spearmen lined up on each side of the ravine, as well as thousands of dragons ready to unleash hell upon them all.

"You know, Drago, when your opponent is presented with the opportunity to wipe out all of his enemies at once, it's the one who's cunning that seizes the moment," Hiccup barked out over the rain with a smirk on his face. The young Viking then turned to the warriors under his command. "Archers!" While picking their targets, Hiccup narrowed his eyes at Drago and snarled out. "Loose!" Volley after volley after volley of arrows came raining down on the Northern Alliance, their numbers dropped in the hundreds. As the archers nocked their arrows and let them fly again, Hiccup watched as Drago used anything he could to evade the arrows raining down on him and his men— shields, boulders on the bed of the ravine, and even his own men. The sight of Drago scrambling for cover amused Hiccup, this seemingly invincible brute of a man was now acting like a fly trying to avoid being swatted dead. The dragons descended and began unleashing fire, magma, lava, and all that they had on their oppressors, holding nothing back without pity or mercy.

"We're trapped!"

"Return fire! Kill as many as you— AGHHH!"

"Find cover!"

As the warriors under the Northern Alliance tried to fight back, Kumandra's archers and the dragons were far too numerous and they held the high ground, picking them off from all sides. Drago used one of his men as a shield, he backed away when an incoming arrow struck his man through the face and was mere centimeters from his own. Inhaling sharply, Drago cast aside his human body shield and cried out when an arrow whistled past his face and cut him across the left side of his face. Ignoring the pain of the cut on his face, Drago rolled away from a spear that came down on him and he then jumped back as a Typhoomerang descended and released a wave of fire at him. Inhaling sharply at the sight of his own men were desperately tearing their armor off, which was soaked in a putrid looking fluid. Acid, he realised, looking up to see Changewings soaring overhead and spew acid at those who oppressed them.

Natalya, the Narcissist led the Slavic hordes to form several phalanxes, their shields were raised to protect themselves from arrows and spears while their own archers returned fire in an effort to kill as many of Talons warriors and the dragons that were killing them all slowly but surely. "Show these lowly people what happens when you provoke the Northern Alliance!" Natalya snarled out. "Kill them!" She narrowed her eyes through the heavy rain pouring down on them and spotted Hiccup Haddock, but before she could give orders to fire at him, a crossbow bolt embedded itself into her chest, knocking her off of her feet.

"Commander!"

"Natalya has fallen!"

"This battle is lost. Run!"

The Slavs under her command scattered as more dragons came down to reduce them to ashes, Natalya watched as her men were engulfed in fire or riddled with arrows or impaled with spears. Tears swelled in her eyes at the sight, here she was, lying dead on the battlefield and unable to do anything to ensure the ultimate victory of the Northern Alliance— world domination. That victory and that dream would die here in Kumandra, all because of Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III. Natalya tried pulling the bolt out of her chest, but she soon realized that it was a vain attempt, a dragon flew in her direction and breathed a wave of fire that engulfed her before she could even scream.

Now that Natalya was dead, the Slavs were now without proper leadership, it was as though they were chickens with their heads cut off. Before Drago could gain command over the Slavs, their numbers were reduced to nothing as multiple Typhoomerangs unleashed wave after wave of fire on them. The fetid stench of charred flesh filled Drago's nostrils, but he wasn't worried about that at the moment, his greatest concern was how he was going to escape this death trap. He could summon his Dragon Flyers, but most of them had to deal with their oppressed mounds that were rebelling against them.

Turning to the Mongols, Drago could see that Ghazan had fallen as well, he had been impaled by several spears, and his men were scrambling for cover or trying to surrender. Filled with shame and disgust, Drago knew that his only priority now was to escape and leave these warriors to die.

As Talon's archers and spearmen prepared to let loose again, Drago looked to the sky when he heard the thunderous roar of a Titan Wing Singetail heading right toward him. Grinning, Drago held his arm up, and soon enough, he was on the back of Askari's Singetail. Now removed and snatched away from the death trap, Drago breathed a sigh of relief and looked over his shoulder to see Mkali and what remained of the Dragon Flyers regroup with Askari and the flyers who accompanied him back to The Conqueror to fetch the egg of the King of Dragons.

"This campaign is lost, Askari, Hiccup Haddock, and his allies have bested us," he relieved his head flyer of the Bewilderbeast spawn before running a hand through his drenched dreadlocks. "What of the fleet?"

Looking over his shoulder, Askari barked out over the heavy rain. "Fang's army has war machines and dragons that are destroying a great many ships. The men left to ensure the armada's protection have engaged Namaari's army, but they have been overwhelmed," he then continued. "The only ships that remain are several trapper barges, six attack ships, and The Conqueror itself."

"Then there is no time to lose! If that girl and her army sink those ships, we will be trapped here. Return us to The Conqueror, at once!"

"Yes, Drago," Askari looked over his shoulder and roared out. "Dragon Flyers, fall back to The Conqueror!" They all acknowledged Askari and flew back to where the armada had been anchored.

After witnessing the miraculous rescue of Drago, the young Viking released a gasp of shock. "No. NO!" Hiccup huffed out disbelief, he then whistled for Stormfly. The Deadly Nader was by his side in minutes and once Hiccup climbed on the dragon's back. Bayana, who was aiding Talon's warriors joined Hiccup, but not before restocking his quiver of arrows. With his ally ready to lend support, Hiccup urged the Deadly Nadder to fly. "Go, Stormfly! Go!" Pumping her wings with all her might, Stormfly narrowed her eyes in concentration as she followed Askari's Titan Wing Singetail. Hiccup readied his shield by activating the crossbow feature, he then loaded a bolt and took aim.

However noting that a multitude of shadows loomed overhead, Bayana looked up and shook Hiccup. "Dragon Flyers, incoming!" Releasing an irritated cry, Hiccup urged Stormfly to glide back as a phalanx of enemy flyers who were able to keep their control over their rebellious Singetails now served as a means of slowing Hiccup down and buy Drago the time that he needed to escape the doomed battle and fall back to The Conqueror to sail away from Kumandra.

Knowing that if he didn't do something, Hiccup was going to lose Drago and his chance to exact his revenge.

Reaching for a canister of Zippleback gas, Hiccup pulled the clip and the gas began to disperse. With a grunt, he hurled the gas at the flyers and then barked. "Stormfly, fire!" With one precise shot, the Nadder's fire ignited the gas and sent a wave of fire that burned the first line of the flyer's eyes. As they clawed at their now seared eyes, they fell off of their Singetails, ultimately falling to their deaths and the Singetails flew off. Bayana nocked three arrows and lifted his bow, aiming at three flyers that were approaching fast, with a grunt, he let the arrows fly, and each arrow struck the flyers in their throats, sending them off of their oppressed mounds.

"Get them!"

Mkali led the flyers, crouched on top of her orange Singetail, her face twisted with concentration as she was set on finally ridding the world of Hiccup and the traitor, Bayana. As the flyers on Mkali's sides advanced and urged their Singetail's to fire, Hiccup urged Stormfly to accelerate away from the incoming fireballs. The Viking looked over his shoulder and saw the flyers fire at him and the agile Nadder ducked underneath the explosions, soaring up vertically as she met a cliff and looping the loop over her attackers. Hanging from the saddle, Bayana turned around and unloaded a duo of arrows at the flyers and they struck them right between their eyes, killing them, and allowing the Singetails to fly free.

Mkali yelled a curse and urged her Singetail to fire at the Deadly Nadder, the blast singeing the armor-clad arm of Hiccup but he steered Stormfly away from the incoming fireballs and after having enough of this, the Nadder let loose a volley of her spines at two more advancing flyers. Two fell dead and another lost his balance as one of the spines buried in his side, falling off of the four-winged yellow dragon he was mounted on, which urgently made its escape. Hiccup glanced across and saw Mkali and one more flyer on Stormfly's tail. They were firing steadily at her so Hiccup led the flyers on a chase through nearby cliffs, around the narrow canyons and up onto a plateau where the flyers tried to outmanoeuvre the experienced rider. Letting out a squawk, Stormfly fired furiously at the flyers, she managed to nick the Singetail with one of her spines, and the animal lost control, growing sloppy in its flight. In the window of opportunity, Bayana was able to hit his last two arrows in one of the flyer's chest and they fell off of their Singetail, crashing down on a nearby cliff hard, slumping unconscious. With its oppressor dead, the Singetail flew away, leaving only Mkali as the last line of defense.

"You won't be rid of me that easily, Haddock," Mkali sneered. "You and that traitor, Bayana, will die here!" Bringing a whip down on her Singetail's side, the dragon roared in agony while pumping its wings harder. Eager to be rid of Askari's lover, Hiccup urged Stormfly to duck and dive to try to avoid multiple Safire balls fired from the Singetail on their tail. Recalling everything about his previous encounters with Krogan and the Dragon Flyers back with the war with the Dragon Hunters, Hiccup and Stormfly worked in harmony to avoid Mkali and her Singetail, using their instincts to avoid the aggressive dragon on their tail. They were heading out toward cliffs, Stormfly then spun and accelerated directly up to the sky, with Mkali following. Hiccup knew that Singetails didn't like altitude and he could hear the Askari's lover roaring at her dragon, furiously driving the unwilling beast on until it finally gave a roar of refusal and opened its wings, gliding back down to an altitude it would accept, causing Mkali to cry out in rage. And in that moment, Hiccup made Stormfly dive after the Singetail and its flyer, narrowing her eyes, Stormfly fired a jet of magnesium at Mkali. The flyer didn't know what hit her as she was blasted off of her Singetail, falling to her death.

"ASKARI!"

Turning around to see his lover falling, Askari wanted to turn around and rescue his lover, but Drago wrapped a hand around his throat. "Your lover is no more, nothing can be done to save her," he then hissed in a cool tone. "Get me back to The Conqueror. Or don't. The choice is yours." Holding back curses, Askari roared out in rage while bringing his whip down on his Singetail's side, urging it to fly faster.

With the last of the Dragon Flyers gone, Hiccup narrowed his eyes and urged Stormfly to fly like the wind. "You're not escaping me," Hiccup growled to himself, his eyes fixed on Drago. "You won't escape the end you deserve, Drago!" Roaring out over the winds of the speed, Hiccup could see the tail of Askari's Singetail light up before firing a volley of reverse fireballs. As Stormfly barrel rolled away from the incoming volley of fire, Hiccup handed Bayana his crossbow, and the dark skinned warriors aimed at Askari, however, he couldn't get a clear shot because the Titan Wing Singetail kept firing at them.

"Watch out!"

Heeding Bayana's cry, Hiccup cried out in pain as one of the incoming fireballs grazed the skin of his neck. Hissing in pain, the Viking eventually shook off the pain and returned his focus on making sure he didn't lose Drago. "Make yourself useful back there!" Hiccup barked out over his shoulder. Gesturing to the crossbow, the Viking returned his focus on flying. "Take a shot at Askari!" Nodding, Bayana lifted the crossbow in his hands and took aim. Narrowing his eyes and steadying his breathing, the dark skinned warrior squeezed the trigger and the bolt whistled through the air, striking Askari in the back of the head, killing him instantly.

Drago quickly shoved the now deceased Askari off of the Titan Wing Singetail and took his place. The madman could see his burning armada come into view, and what remained of his army fighting Fang's, but the Kumandran's were overwhelming his forces. This campaign was lost, all that mattered now was fleeing these lands and rebuild his empire from the ground up. A jet of magnesium struck the Titan Wing Singetail's lower back, causing the beast to roar in pain and it soon began to lose control of its flying. Snarling in concentration, Drago jerked the metallic reigns around the dragon's maw, steering it to The Conqueror which had been boarded by Namaari and a clutch of her warriors.

"You have him!" Bayana grinned.

Looking over his shoulder, Hiccup returned his attention back to his prey. "Not yet I don't," he then sneered. "Only when his head rolls will I have him." As Stormfly neared the Singetail carrying Drago, the Viking watched as the war master was bucked off of the Singetail's back and then crashed into the deck of his ship.

Groaning in pain, Drago shook his head and then cried out while rolling away from a jet of Nadder magnesium. Releasing that the satchel that held the Bewilderbeast spawn had slipped from his grasp, Drago reached for it, only to back away as a throwing knife nearly embedded in his hand. Getting on his feet, the madman glared at the young Viking who had destroyed his empire. Taking the satchel that the future King of Dragons, Hiccup wrapped it around his torso while Bayana landed alongside the Viking, scoffing at the sight of the two young men who have him a challenging glare, Drago merely smirked before his Hands emerged out of nowhere and surrounded them. "The time to be rid of you fools has come," he then turned to Nyack, and gave him a nod. "Dispatch these fools."

"I think not!"

Namaari and the warriors by her side stood alongside Hiccup and Bayana, eager to fight. "You think a few more of you will make a difference?" Drago scoffed. "This is finished!"

"Sorry," Namaari gave Drago a coy smirk. "But your Hands won't be interfering with the business Hiccup Haddock has with you because they'll be too busy dealing with my Claws." While extending her arms out and slowly walking backward, the entirety of the Serlot's Claw assassins emerged out of nowhere and surrounded Drago and his Hands. Like all predatory cats, they ambush their prey, overpowering them from any angle, using their body size and strength to knock the prey off balance. Embodying a pack of predatory cats, Fang's assassins were ready to overpower Drago's Hands by attacking as one. Looking around to see these assassins coming to a halt Drago's Hands from interfering made Hiccup mirror Namaari's smirk.

Chuckling to himself, Drago then turned to his Hands. "Kill them all," he then turned back to the young Viking. "Hiccup Haddock, however, is mine." The Hands then charged, locking blades with Fang's leader, her assassins, and Bayana, intent on killing them all in the name of their master.

Whilst the remainder of Drago's followers fought Hiccup's allies, the two men glared at each other, ignoring everyone and everything happening around them. With his bullhook in one hand, Drago drew his sword with another and pointed the thick blade at the young Viking. "You have been a thorn in my side for far too long, boy," bearing his teeth, the war master snarled. "I would see myself finally rid of you, finishing the eradication of the Viking people."

Unfazed by the madman's words, the young Viking reached for Astrid's betrothal pendant around his neck and smiled at it. "Do you know what it is to love, Drago?" Hiccup approached, his face and voice devoid of emotion as he continued to stare at the pendant he gave to the love of his life. "To be filled with light and hope and to see that blessing returned in kind in the eyes of the only one that could ever know the true depth of your heart?" Drago bore his teeth and readied himself as Hiccup tucked the pendant back in his armor, he then ignited Inferno and pointed the blade at the madman while he sneered. "That is what you and your followers took from me when you and your men not only raped my betrothed to within an inch of her life but then proceeded to end her life by stringing her up like a piece of meat." He spat out in disgust while also reaching for his shield. "You butchered my family, my tribe, my people, and my culture. And make no mistake, Drago Bludvist, today, I exact retribution in the name of the Scandinavian people and my gods."

Eyeing the satchel that held the King of Dragon's spawn strapped tightly around Hiccup's torso, the madman snarled. "I have faced men ten times stronger than you, boy, they too believed that they could kill me, but they are now dust, as will you when I finish killing you," he then pointed his blade at the satchel and spoke through gritted teeth. "Give me that egg!"

"Come and take it," Hiccup dared while getting into a battle stance, Inferno and his shield were raised. "Like you took my family."

Drago glared murderously at the young Viking, however, he was all too happy to oblige the challenge of the young man. "Very well," a cruel, taunting grin crept across the war master's face. "But please, put up more of a fight than your blond whore did."

Unknowingly to the war master, he had dug his own grave as soon as those words left his mouth.

Throughout the entire battle, Hiccup, through sheer will had restrained himself from simply throwing himself at Drago, the man was surrounded by his army, but now that they were all dead and his Hands were occupied by his allies, Drago was all alone. With a cry full of raw rage, Hiccup saw nothing but crimson as he charged toward the genocidal monster that had robbed him of everything and everyone he loved.

At long last, he would exact his revenge and rid the world of Drago Bludvist and avenge those he lost.

A/N: "It has begun!" As Shang Tsung would say. The fight you've all been waiting for has arrived! It's gonna be emotional, gritty, and brutal. Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter and stay tuned for the final encounter between Hiccup and Drago!