Walter noticed Crassus's abnormality, hesitated for a moment, and asked tentatively: "Sir Crassus, do you not want to be his enemy?"

The gigantic ancient golden dragon remained silent and did not respond, as if it had tacitly agreed to this.

As the Archon, Crassus also knew everything that happened in the Prime Material Plane. He knew that if the Golden Dragon Clan tried to forcibly stop the Red Dragon, it might pay a heavy and irreparable price.
"Ugh"

Crassus sighed, twisted his long whiskers with his claws, then looked into the distance with a serious expression, and said slowly: "It's not that I don't want to help you, it's just that the identity of that red dragon is too special.

He is the only giant dragon with the potential to become a dragon king in the past ten thousand years. He is powerful enough to shake the fate of the dragon race. Both His Majesty Bahamut and the Five-Colored Dragon Queen are trying to win him over.

Crassus' words were extremely sincere and undisguised, and there was no need to lie.

Ancient golden dragons are often indifferent to mortals, viewing them as dust. After all, in Crassus's eyes, their lives are fleeting and will be lost in just a nap.

However, Crassus showed rare respect to this divine noble who had done favors for the Golden Dragon Clan and placed him on an equal footing.

Walter was not angry. He was silent for a moment, then said solemnly: "No matter what the identity of His Majesty Cassius is, in my eyes, he is just a brutal red dragon who wants to occupy my land and enslave my people.

I will never give up, whether you help me or not."

Hearing this, Crassus smiled bitterly and shook his head. He rubbed his whiskers and did not respond directly to Walter's words. Instead, he continued: "The red dragon is very smart, he is still very young, and he possesses extraordinary power.

Therefore, he did not take sides easily, but cleverly maintained the status quo, standing at the intersection of justice and evil, at the balance point between order and chaos, and became part of maintaining the power balance between metal dragons and five-colored dragons.

We have discussed this issue with several elders. Cassius is not as evil as rumored, but he is definitely not a good person either.

He is like a crying child, using himself as a bargaining chip. Any of our actions may tip the scales to the other side, causing him to fall into the arms of the evil dragon, which may cause greater disaster to the world. "

But after hearing these words, Walter raised his head, looked directly into Crassus's pale golden pupils, and said word by word: "Sir Crassus, I originally thought that the Golden Dragon would take it as its responsibility to stop all the Five-Colored Dragons from committing crimes. Now it seems that I was a little naive."

Hearing Walter's pointed and blatantly sarcastic words, the Ancient Golden Dragon did not get angry. He maintained a calm expression and tapped the ground lightly with the scepter in his claws.

Suddenly, a disaster scene with the sky burning and the earth cracking appeared in front of Walter, and the cries and screams of mankind echoed in his ears.

And in the sky, the shadow of a giant dragon with five different colored heads was smiling ferociously, its wings covering the sky and the sun.

"This is."

Walter was a little stunned.

"Walter, you are a hero. You should submit to His Majesty Bahamut and fight against the impending catastrophe that may affect the entire material world.

My friend, do not dwell on a losing war any longer. From that moment three years ago, the Holy Fadran you served was completely destroyed."

"Do not."

Walter gritted his teeth and said heavily.

"As long as I exist, as long as people still remember the glory of the past, Holy Fadlan will never perish."

“Wherever the sun goes.”

Hesitation flashed across his eyes, and he shook his head resolutely, firmly grasping the greatsword in his hand, with veins bulging on the back of his hand. "All of them are——empire territory!"

"Sir Crassus, I'm sorry, I still have to return to the material plane, back to North Ethel. The future you talked about is too far away. I only know that at this moment, I still have to fight for the people of Fadlan."

Crassus sighed helplessly and looked at Walter with pity mixed with a hint of awe.

In his opinion, the loyalty and bravery of this descendant of Fadlan were admirable, but he was too persistent and obsessed with pursuing the fleeting phantom light of the past.

This gigantic ancient golden dragon slowly stood up, spread its broad golden wings behind it, and looked down at Walter.

“Walter, your conduct is enough to satisfy the most discerning good god, and your kindness to the Golden Dragon Clan has always been remembered in my heart.

Although I do not support your actions, I will consider your request at the Golden Dragon Council and put it on the agenda of the meeting. Perhaps someone from the same tribe will lend you a helping hand."

Walter immediately showed a happy expression and bowed his hands to thank you: "Thank you very much, Mr. Crassus, then I will take my leave."

He also knew that mobilizing the power of the entire Golden Dragon Clan was obviously unrealistic. Even bringing in one or two golden dragons would be a great help. Crassus was able to do this, which was considered to be the utmost he could do.

Crassus simply turned around and said softly in a voice that only he could hear: "Walter, my friend, I hope that decades later
You can still live."

Northeast of Fianso continent, Ugo Prairie.

This is an endless expanse of vast grassland covered with the most simple gray-green. From time to time, cold wind blows, making the grass ripple like waves.

"Woo——"

The long howl resounded through the sky, mixed with the whistling wind, making people feel endless desolation.

In the distance, the figures of several wolves were looming in the wind. These terrifying beasts were galloping like ghosts on the grassland.

On the backs of the wargs are orcs holding short bows and spears and covered with wild beast furs. They are the most common light cavalry in the tribe - the warg cavalry.

Just then, a shrill sound came from a distance.

"Whoosh-"

I saw the shining arrows piercing through the cold wind, penetrating through a space of hundreds of meters, and heading straight for the wolf cavalry.

"what."

A short scream was heard, and a bloody hole appeared between the eyebrows of an orc cavalryman. He fell straight down from the back of his wolf and was silent since then.

On the hillside hundreds of meters away, Rhea looked calm and composed, as if the death of the enemy was just a trivial matter.

At this moment, the half-elf was wearing light armor and no helmet. He just tied up his long light golden hair neatly, looking quite capable.

"The seventy-eighth."

She spoke softly, then pulled out an arrow from her back, raised the silver longbow in her hand again, and casually aimed at the enemy in the distance.

"Whoosh-"

Another silver light broke through the air, accurately piercing the orcs' eyebrows and sending them to Gruumsh's Nishak kingdom.

"Boss, that's an elven archer! It seems she's alone, and she's killed quite a few of our brothers."

"Damn it!"

"Cowards! You are a bunch of cowards! A disgrace to Father God! You are worse than lowly goblins. You are frightened by a mere elf. We have hundreds of people, more than enough to chop her into paste!"

The leader of the orc cavalry was a little furious. He blew a bone whistle and began to gather his men to surround and kill the elf.

At this moment, the familiar voice sounded again. The orc who had just reported the news was caught off guard and fell off the back of the wolf, rolling several times on the ground.

"Be careful! Her arrows are accurate!"

"Follow me! Surround her from different directions, kill her, and sacrifice that guy's pointed ears to the Father God!" The orcs cooperated very skillfully. After the order was given, more than 30 wolf riders who were nearby surrounded her from different directions.

"Go to hell, pointy ears!"

"The orcs will take everything back!"

They raised their spears and roared loudly, making a noisy and chaotic sound.

"Oh, you actually delivered it to my door."

Rhea was not afraid at all. The expression on her face remained cold and she even showed a slightly sarcastic smile. She just slowly put away her longbow and drew the silver sword from her waist.

The half-elf's pupils sparkled. As a paladin of vengeance, she could see the sins entangled in these orc cavalrymen: they had burned, killed, looted, and wantonly destroyed a once peaceful dwarf village just for some bread.

From the orcs' perspective, they may be heroes who saved the tribe and brought back precious food, so that the pale and hungry women and the hungry children could fill their stomachs. But for the half-elves -

Evildoer, unforgivable evildoer.

Rhea's eyes flashed, she held the silver sword tightly horizontally in her hand, placed it on her chest, and whispered her previous oath: "Show no mercy to the evildoers!"

"Shh-"

In an instant, a silver light flashed in front of her, and a ring-shaped light blade rapidly spread out around her with her as the center, taking on the color of the afterglow of the setting sun, like a fierce storm.

Everything that stood in the way of the blade of light, whether it was grass, orcs, wolves, or even the dust in the air, was neatly cut in two.

Suddenly, the orcs' blood splattered in the air, and their broken bodies and limbs flew everywhere, staining the yellow-green grassland with bloodstains.

"Yes, it's her. It's definitely her!"

"Quick! Retreat quickly, that pointy ear is Rhea, the orc butcher!"

Looking at the tragic scene, the leader of the orc cavalry trembled all over, even the hand holding the spear was shaking violently, and he almost dropped his weapon.

When they heard the name "Orc Butcher", almost all the Orc cavalry screamed in fear. They turned their heads without hesitation and fled in the opposite direction one after another.

"go!"

"Do not look back!"

"Damn it, I'm so unlucky to run into her!"

For several months, this half-elf paladin roamed the Ugo grasslands, killing thousands of orc warriors and making them terrified.

Rhea earned the reputation of "Orc Butcher" with the silver sword in his hand, and the orc chieftain had no choice but to make a special exception that allowed people to escape if they met Rhea.

Rhea sneered and was about to continue chasing when a mixed whistling and roaring sound came from the distant sky.

Hearing the sound, the orc cavalry leader turned pale and trembled violently. Even the wolf under his crotch subconsciously retracted its tail and whimpered in fear.

"This is the Golden Death."

The orc uttered the forbidden name in a trembling voice, his face full of disbelief.

It is said that when such a roar is heard, things are already irreversible and the orcs' lives are about to come to an end.

He looked up in despair, only to see a golden figure appear in the sky, growing larger and larger in his eyes, even covering him.

"boom!"

The orc leader's vision was occupied by the blazing dragon flames. He lowered his head and saw that his body was also crackling and burning and was about to melt - and this was the last scene he saw before he died.

Just like that, the giant dragon that the orcs called the "Golden Death" swept across the grassland, swooped down at low altitude, and burned all the remaining orcs on the grassland to ashes with its scorching dragon flames.

The ancient golden dragon circled in the sky for a few times, let out a long and powerful roar, and then landed on the slope with a loud bang, causing even the ground to tremble slightly.

"Good day, Sir Titus, you are still as strong as ever."

Rhea put away the silver sword in her hand, bowed, and her tone was cold but respectful.

The huge golden dragon folded its wings behind it, looked at the half-elf with its pale golden pupils, and then nodded slightly: "Good day, Ms. Rhea, you have made quite a name for yourself on the Ugo grassland recently."

Rhea replied calmly: "Sir Titus, compared with your contribution, this is nothing. I am just doing my best to eliminate evil.

To be honest, without your help, we would have had a hard time dealing with the orc chieftain."

Jin Long walked over slowly with graceful and light steps, and said with a smile: "Rhea, there's no need to be too unfamiliar. We have been comrades fighting side by side for a long time."

Rhea also smiled and nodded gently: "I have to say, it is indeed my honor to fight alongside a being like Gu Jinlong and to gain your friendship."

Titus looked into the distance and asked meaningfully, "Rhea, where will you go when the orc matter is over?"

"Of course I'm going back to Serenia. Her Majesty Catherine is still waiting for me."

"You want to launch a coup and help the queen regain power?"

Rhea did not deny it, but said frankly: "The corrupt rule of the Senate has lasted too long and has long been shaky. They are just a group of leeches that rely on human nobles and suck blood from the sacred tree.

Only the Elf Queen can lead Serenia to establish a new order, restore the dignity of the elves, and move towards a brighter future. "

Titus turned his head, looked at the half-elf, and said seriously: "Rhea, if you need me, I am happy to help you. This world needs more rulers who follow the path of justice, such as Her Majesty Catherine."

Rhea raised her head and said solemnly, "Sir Titus, on behalf of Queen Catherine and the hundreds of thousands of elves in Serenia, I would like to express my sincere gratitude to you."

"Ow—"

At this moment, a familiar, slightly sharp dragon roar came from a distance.

Titus looked up and saw a slender and thin golden dragon flying towards him in an elegant manner - it was the young female golden dragon from Yongxu Realm, Aurora.

She panted and called out anxiously in Dragon Language.

"Senior Titus! Senior Titus!"

"The Golden Dragon Conference is about to be held. The teacher specifically asked me to inform you. You can't be absent this time."

Seeing the two golden dragons discussing clan affairs, Rhea tactfully said, "Titus, since you still have something else to do, I will take my leave first and not disturb your conversation."

"it is good."

After the half-elf left, Titus, or rather Cassius, looked at the young golden dragon flying over from a distance and said softly, "Golden Dragon Council..."

There was a hint of amusement in those pale golden vertical pupils. (End of this chapter)