Chapter 292 Communication
"You mean - that is a red dragon that is in its youth, but has the size of an extremely old red dragon, and has the ability to cast nine-ring spells?"

Although he couldn't see his face, Dex's voice was full of doubt.

It was no wonder that Desk was so skeptical. This experienced dragon slayer had hunted more than a dozen five-colored dragons, including three red dragons. His footprints had spread all over the continent of Feanso, but he had never encountered such an exaggerated dragon.

"Boy, are you kidding us?"

Rano, who was standing next to him, glared at Trischka 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, tapped the ground lightly with her scepter, making a crisp sound.

"If the intelligence you provide does not match the facts due to some considerations, we will not complete the commission."

Their words were aggressive and it was obvious that they didn't 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 composure and reluctantly said:
"The intelligence provided by the Principality of Bosk is absolutely correct."

"I swear it upon my honour, even before the statue of Amaunator."

Grand Duke Leo had a solemn expression on his face, and spoke in a firm and powerful tone.

"We still have evidence."

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

As the light flickered, a vague magical image appeared in the air.

Everyone looked over.

I saw thick smoke covering the sky and flames scorching the sky and the earth.

The red dragon slowly flapped its wings in front of the hundred-meter-high fire tornado. Every time it flapped its wings, the fire tornado became more vigorous and stronger. The sea of ​​fire trapped an army of tens of thousands in the Trier Valley.

"God, how could we be enemies with such a being?"

"Flames! Flames everywhere!"

"So hot."

"I, I can't breathe."

"Impossible, this is simply impossible!"

The images included the soldiers' painful howlings, rapid breathing, desperate cries for help, and Schroeder's own insane words.

When this video ended, the members of "Bloody Blade" no longer had those arrogant and dismissive looks on their faces. Instead, their expressions became serious. Even the hot-tempered barbarian Rano seemed to be thinking about something.

The atmosphere in the hall became stagnant for a moment.

Finally, the mage in blue-black robes who had been silent all this time spoke, breaking the tense atmosphere.

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

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

"I once heard from my mentor that their greed is endless. They are no longer satisfied with the dragon's natural talents and will use various means to pursue even more powerful strength. The most terrifying alien 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 need to make more preparations."

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

"Also, this commission will cost you more money." Under the extraordinary charm of the legendary paladin, the 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 depended on others, so he had to lower his posture, even if it meant facing unprecedented humiliation.

Be patient, you must be patient.

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

In the Burning Embers Kingdom, on the outskirts of Northwind Castle, the Iron Dragon Wing Palace.

The ogre mage was half-kneeling in front of the steps like a mountain of flesh.

"Master, I really admire your foresight."

"The hidden chess piece you casually placed was the half-elf ranger from the Harper Alliance, and it turned out to have such a great effect."

Trump's ability to flatter has become more and more sophisticated, and he even grasps the key points subtly, so naturally that Cassius does not feel embarrassed.

"Oh?"

"What important information is this?"

Cassius was naturally curious about the information that even Trump attached so much importance to.

The flattering smile on the ogre wizard's face instantly turned serious, and he said in a deep voice:
"According to the information provided by Richard, the Harper Alliance is trying to make a connection. They have contacted the Silver Dragon Clan Melward and want 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."

"Oszedro"

Cassius repeated that he had heard the name from Olivia before, and it seemed to be her grandfather.

"Have they noticed Olivia's disappearance?"

"But, this is a matter of time."

Silver dragons typically form loosely knit family units or clans, presided over by an older dragon known as an "elder." The elder provides advice, resolves disputes, and coordinates any activities the clan might undertake as a collective. A silver dragon clan might be spread across an entire continent, but an individual silver dragon might go decades without direct contact with other members of the clan.

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

"Go on, what else?"

"The Harper Alliance also contacted Duke Fabrice Navarro, who guards the northern part of the Fadlan Empire, the legendary wizard Trafaranlo of the Arcane Hermitage, the druid elder Sherzod Saba of the Rangers Guild, and even contacted some special beings in Mount Heaven."

"Although they don't take it very seriously, they may send a certain amount of forces to assist the northern countries."

Trump named these forces like calling out the names of a dish.

Cassius couldn't help but sigh:
"Tsk, the Harper Alliance is indeed the troublemaker in Erezegei. It can actually find so many backers."

"It seems like the whole world is our enemy."

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

Cassius whispered, looking into the distance, with flames seeming to burn in his light golden pupils.

(End of this chapter)