Chapter 298: Chapter 221 Exchange
“You mean… that is a Red Dragon at a young adult stage but with the size of an ancient Red Dragon, capable of casting Ninth Tier Spells?”
Although his face was unseen, Dex’s voice was full of skepticism.
It wasn’t surprising that Dex was so doubtful. This experienced dragon slayer had hunted over a dozen five-colored dragons, including three Red Dragons. His footprints had traversed the Fianso Continent, but he had never encountered such an exaggerated dragon.
“Kid, are you playing with us?”
Beside him, Rano glared at Trischka, who had just read the information. He clenched the great axe in his hand, his tone menacing.
Even the gentle-looking priestess Ingrid Garses lightly tapped the ground with her scepter, making a crisp sound.
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“If your side, for any reason, provided information that doesn’t match the facts, we will not complete the commission.”
Their words were aggressive, clearly not wanting to waste time in this remote place.
Under several focused gazes, Trischka’s expression grew nervous. Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his hands holding the paper slightly trembled. Yet he maintained basic composure and spoke with difficulty:
“The information provided by the Boske Duchy is absolutely accurate.”
“I dare to guarantee it with my honor, even swear before the statue of Amanata.”
Duke Leo’s face was grave, his tone firm and powerful.
“We also have evidence.”
Trischka, as if recalling something, took out a magic crystal from his pocket and carefully held it—it was the relic of “Grey Hawk” Schroeder, the only precious image from the “Triel Massacre.”
With a flicker of light, a somewhat blurry magic image appeared in mid-air.
Everyone looked over simultaneously.
Thick smoke covered the sky, and the fires were blazing furiously.
The Red Dragon slowly flapped its wings in front of a hundred-meter-high fire tornado. Each wing beat made the fire tornado more intense and larger, the sea of flames trapping tens of thousands of troops in the Triel Valley.
“God, how can we fight such a being?”
“Flames! There are flames everywhere!”
“So hot…”
“I can’t breathe…”
“Impossible, this is impossible!”
The image was filled with soldiers’ agonized wails, rapid breaths, desperate cries for help, and Schroeder’s seemingly crazed words.
When the image ended, the members of “Scarlet Blade” no longer looked arrogant or disdainful. Their expressions had become somber, even the hot-tempered barbarian Rano appeared deep in thought.
The hall’s atmosphere turned stagnant.
Finally, the silent mage dressed in blue-black robes broke the tense silence.
“If I’m not mistaken, that should be the Eighth Tier Spell ‘Weather Control,’ and it has a stronger effect than usual. In normal circumstances, only Ancient Silver Dragons at the ancient stage can awaken such innate spells, yet this ‘young’ Red Dragon can cast it.”
“We generally refer to such beings as… Variant Dragons.”
“I once heard my mentor speak of them, their greed is insatiable. They are no longer satisfied with the innate abilities of dragons and will pursue greater strength by any means. The most terrifying Variant Dragons can even create multiverse-level disasters.”
Dex gazed into the distance and said in a deep voice, “Klein, if our target this time is truly such a being, we need to make more preparations.”
He then turned his head and glanced at Duke Leo, saying word by word:
“Also, for this commission… the price must go up.”
Under the Legendary Paladin’s extraordinary charisma, his voice was irresistible.
The Duke Leo’s face instantly clouded with a heavy gloom, but he gritted his teeth and remained silent.
After all, his life was now dependent on others, and he had to lower his stance even if it meant facing unprecedented humiliation.
Endure, he had to endure.
This was for the legacy of the Boske Duchy, inherited over a thousand years.
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Ashen Kingdom, outskirts of Northwind Castle, Steel Dragonwing Palace.
The Ogre Mage, like a mountain of flesh, half-knelt before the steps.
“Master, I truly admire your foresight.”
“The pawn you casually placed, the Half-Elf Ranger from the Harpist Alliance, has had such a significant impact.”
Ramp’s flattery had become more sophisticated, subtly striking the right notes, naturally making Cassius not feel repulsed.
“Oh?”
“What important information?”
Cassius was naturally curious about information that even Ramp valued so highly.
The Ogre Archmage’s face instantly switched from a fawning smile to seriousness. He said in a deep voice:
“According to Richard’s information, the Harpist Alliance is currently forming connections. They’ve contacted the Silver Dragon Clan Melwood to leverage their power against the Ashen Kingdom. The elder of the Melwood Clan, the Ancient Silver Dragon Osedro, seems to be awakening soon; he’s been asleep for over thirty years.”
“Osedro…”
Cassius repeated the name. He had heard it from Olivia, as it seemed to be her grandfather.
“Have they already noticed Olivia’s disappearance?”
“But… this was bound to happen sooner or later.”
Silver Dragons usually formed loose family units or clans led by an elder. Elders provided advice, resolved disputes, and coordinated any collective activities. A Silver Dragon Clan might be spread across an entire continent, but individual Silver Dragons could go decades without direct contact with other clan members.
Even if an Ancient Silver Dragon came personally, Cassius feared nothing.
“Continue, what else?”
“The Harpist Alliance also reached out to Duke Vabric Navarro of the Empire of Fadlan’s northern defenses, the legendary mage Trafalgar of the Arcane Priory, the druid elder Sherzod Saba of the Ranger’s Guild, and even some special beings on Heavenly Mountain.”
“Although they are not very committed, they might send some forces to aid the Northern Countries.”
Ramp listed these factions as if reporting dishes.
Cassius couldn’t help but marvel:
“Tsk, the Harpist Alliance truly lives up to its reputation as the notorious meddler of Airez. They’ve found so many backers.”
“It truly gives a sense of being enemies with the world.”
“But now… no one will stop me from uniting all of Anzeta, not even the deities.”
He said softly, looking into the distance, his pale golden pupils seemingly burning with flames.