Chapter 292 Communication

"You mean - that's a young red dragon with the body of an extremely old red dragon and the ability to cast nine-ring spells?"

Although his face could not be seen, Dex's voice was full of doubt.

No wonder Dex was so suspicious. This experienced dragon slayer had hunted more than a dozen five-color dragons, including three red dragons. His footprints had spread all over the continent of Fianso, but he had never encountered such an exaggerated dragon.

"Boy, are you kidding us?"

Lanor next to him stared at Trishka who had just finished reading the information. He clenched the giant axe in his hand and spoke in a rather unfriendly tone.

Even the gentle-looking female priest Ingrid Garces gently tapped the ground with her scepter, making a crisp sound.

"If the information you provide does not match the facts for some reasons, then we will not complete the commission."

Their words were aggressive, and they obviously did not want to waste time in this remote place.

Under the focus of several eyes, Trischka looked nervous, sweat oozed from his forehead, and his hands holding the paper trembled slightly, but he still maintained the most basic calmness and reluctantly said:

"The information provided by the Principality of Bosk is absolutely correct."

"I dare to guarantee it with my reputation, and even dare to swear in front of the statue of Amaunator."

Grand Duke Leo looked solemn, and spoke in a firm and sonorous tone.

"We still have evidence."

As if he remembered something, Trischka took out a magic crystal from his pocket and twisted it carefully - it was the relic of "Grey Eagle" Schlaude, and it was also the only precious image of the "Trier Massacre".

With the flickering of the faint light, a not very clear magic image appeared in the air.

Everyone looked over.

All they saw was billowing smoke covering the sky, and the fire was burning the sky and the earth.

The red dragon slowly flapped its wings in front of the hundred-meter-high fire tornado. Every time he flapped his wings, the fire tornado became more vigorous and larger. The sea of ​​fire blocked tens of thousands of troops in the Trier Valley.

"God, how could we be enemies with such an existence."

"Flames! Flames everywhere!"

"It's so hot."

"I, I can't breathe."

"Impossible, this is impossible!"

The image contained the soldiers' painful wails, rapid breathing, desperate cries for help, and Schroeder's crazy words.

When this video ended, the faces of the members of the "Blood Blade" were no longer high and mighty, and their expressions became solemn. Even the hot-tempered barbarian Rano was thoughtful.

The atmosphere in the hall became stagnant for a while.

Finally, the mage in a blue-black robe who had been silent all the time spoke and broke the tense atmosphere.

"If I'm not mistaken, it should be the eight-ring spell [Weather Control], and it is more powerful than ordinary spells. Under normal circumstances, only the silver dragon in the ancient dragon stage can awaken this innate spell, but this 'young' red dragon can cast it."

"We usually call this kind of existence a heteromorphic dragon."

"I once heard from my mentor that their greed is endless. They are no longer satisfied with the dragon's own talents and will pursue more powerful power through various means. The most terrifying heteromorphic dragons will even create multiverse-level disasters."

Desk looked into the distance and said in a deep voice: "Klein, if the target this time is really this kind of thing, then we have to make more preparations."

He turned his head again, glanced at Grand Duke Leo behind him, and said word by word:

"Also, this commission will cost more money."

Under the extraordinary charm of the legendary paladin, this voice seemed irresistible.

Suddenly, Grand Duke Leo's face was covered with a thick haze, but he gritted his teeth and finally said nothing more.

After all, his life and property depend on others, so he has to lower his posture, even if he has to face unprecedented humiliation.

Be patient, you must be patient.

This is for the thousand-year-old foundation of the Principality of Bosk.

In the Burning Kingdom, on the outskirts of North Wind Castle, the Iron Dragon Wing Palace.

The ogre magician was half-kneeling in front of the steps like a mountain of meat.

"Master, I really admire your foresight."

"The hidden chess piece you casually laid is the half-elf ranger of the Harpist Alliance, and it can actually have such a great effect."

Rumple's flattery skills have become more and more sophisticated, and he even grasps the key points subtly, so naturally that Cassius will not feel corny.

"Oh?"

"What important information?"

Cassius is naturally a little curious about the information that even Rumple attaches so much importance to.

The flattering smile on the face of the Ogre Mage instantly turned serious, and he said in a deep voice:

"According to the information provided by Richard, the Harpist Alliance is making connections. They have contacted the Silver Dragon Clan Melward, hoping to use the power of those silver dragons to fight against the Burning Kingdom. The elder of the Melward Clan, the ancient silver dragon Osedro, seems to be about to wake up. He has been sleeping for more than 30 years."

"Osedro"

Casius repeated. He had heard this name from Olivia. It seemed to be her grandfather.

"Have they noticed Olivia's disappearance?"

"But. This is only a matter of time."

Silver dragons often form loosely knit family units or clans, presided over by an older dragon known as an "elder." Elders provide advice, resolve disputes, and coordinate any activities the clan may undertake as a collective. A clan of silver dragons may be spread across an entire continent, but individual silver dragons may not have direct contact with other members of the clan for decades.

But even if the ancient silver dragon came in person, Cassius was not afraid.

"Go on, what else?"

"The Harpers Alliance has also contacted Duke Fabric Navarro who guards the northern part of the Fadland Empire, the legendary mage Trafallano of the Arcane Monastery, and the Druid Elder She of the Ranger Guild. Erzod Saba, and even contacted some special beings in Paradise Mountain."

"Although they don't pay much attention to it, they may send a certain amount of force to assist the northern countries."

Trump spoke out the names of these forces as if they were naming dishes.

Cassius couldn't help but sigh:

"Tsk, this Harper Alliance is indeed the famous troublemaker of Erezgei, and it can actually find so many backers."

"Looking at it this way, it does feel like we are the enemy of the whole world."

"But now, no one can stop me from unifying the entire Anzeta, not even the gods."

Cassius whispered, looking into the distance, as if there were flames burning in his pale golden pupils.