"Or have you already beco accustod to submitting to him, with the entire Ice Dragon Clan being his vassals, and even you have beco a dog he raises."
Roger said coldly.
Devour’s face stiffened.
"It’s not like that, I endure these things because..."
"Because you want them to survive?" Roger spoke again.
"I understand your sacrifice, but have you ever thought about why you were the only one who chose to submit back then."
"One person fears death, two people fear death, but does that an every male mber of the Ice Dragon Clan is a coward clinging to life?"
Devour’s face was almost transparent, as if he realized sothing.
"You made a great sacrifice, but perhaps your mother and sisters, they just wanted to die quietly."
Roger’s last sentence pierced through all of Devour’s psychological defenses.
"Death is the best choice." Devour murmured, as many visions appeared before him.
His hands stained with blood, the pity in his mother’s eyes, and the hateful eyes of the clan mbers who barely survived.
They had already beco the leverage through which Ares controlled Devour.
Wanting to die, yet unable to.
Living like livestock.
"Hahaha, so that’s how it is..."
"I am indeed the most pathetic one."
"They must wish for my imdiate death to be free."
"What have I been struggling for all these years, and what have I been living for?"
Just monts ago, even as death lood, Devour still retained the dignity and pride of a strong warrior.
But now, the beliefs he had held onto for years crumbled, leaving him only with desolation.
"But you can still choose to help us one last ti."
Roger’s voice was deep, "Don’t you want revenge on that man?"
In a strange rhythm, Devour’s expression changed drastically, he slowly lifted his head, and all his buried negative emotions erupted.
"Ask , I will tell you everything I know!"
Snowflakes danced and spilled down, quickly covering the frozen ground with a layer of snow, adding a hint of white even to the distant tinges of green.
Kenneth exhaled, turning back to look behind.
The heavy snow buried everything, seemingly including that person’s past.
"I thought you would kill him, to keep secrets." Kenneth said.
"I promised him." Roger replied without looking back, his footsteps making crunching sounds on the snow.
"Moreover, that person is already dead."
"What?" Kenneth was slightly stunned.
"The circle has broken, his beliefs have collapsed, he can’t continue living."
Their figures gradually faded away, leaving Devour’s body growing stiff at the snow-covered center, as he looked up at the gray sky.
"So, I was simply afraid of death."
In that mont, he faced his own heart and admitted the cowardice of past years.
Then maintained a smile, freezing into an ice sculpture.
In the flourishing and greenery-filled Bisal, a peculiar scene erged, eternally layered with snow, with a solitary ice sculpture at its center.
No one knew that the one who died here was the king of the Frost Giant Dragon Clan.
"Mr. Roger."
As they walked out of the snow-covered area, Kenneth stopped in his tracks.
"About the thod you ntioned..."
"Lacking confidence in yourself?" Roger glanced at Kenneth.
"Completely lacking." Kenneth said bitterly, "I know my father, even if I’ve rged with all of Uncle Emil’s blood and essence, when facing him..."
"I don’t stand a chance."
"But you have my help." Roger emphasized.
"But..."
"Don’t forget I will join you in returning to the Ancestral Land, I wouldn’t gamble with my life, would I?" Roger interrupted Kenneth.
"Alright!" Kenneth’s fighting spirit was kindled.
"I will give it my all!"
"If we can miraculously succeed, even if it violates the ancestral oath, I will retrieve the secret Dragon Canon to let you gain the knowledge you seek." Kenneth promised.
"We will succeed."
Roger nodded.
With the assistance he received from Emil and Kenneth, it was only right for Roger to reciprocate by helping Kenneth save his mother.
Nonetheless, besides this, he also hoped Kenneth could seize the opportunity to advance further, gaining enough power, and then reveal to him information about the Lord of the Mist.
So, after obtaining so information from Devour, Roger began to form other thoughts, with a plan gradually taking shape in his mind.
They crossed forests, climbed over mountains, and arrived at a tranquil lake.
Here, with its unique terrain, dozens of lakes gathered together, as Kenneth approached, one of the lakes split apart, revealing a hidden underground space.
"The entire world is indeed blocked, but my father doesn’t know that, as the Dragon Saint, Uncle Emil held a unique passage unknown to anyone else."
"After all, the importance of the Dragon Saint is above that of the Dragon King, if it weren’t for rging with that part of the blood and essence, I wouldn’t have unlocked the information he left ." Kenneth sighed.
"Perhaps this is destiny."
Roger walked up from behind, placing a hand on Kenneth’s shoulder, seemingly imbuing him with supre confidence.
"Let’s begin."
The Ancestral Land.
The entire city was in an uproar, for those living here, whether Silver Dragons or their affiliated races, nothing was more grand than witnessing the Dragon Saint ceremony.
Amidst the anticipation of all, Ares walked step by step to the temple at the city’s summit.
There was where the Dragon Saint t with the other eleven Dragon Envoys, Ares had been there many tis.
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