Thirty-seven years ago, the ’Mariti Catastrophe’ that nearly wiped out half of the young warriors of the clan had always been an unforgettable blood feud to Rosinde and the entire clan.
Unfortunately, at that ti, their own Dragon Lord received an invitation from Ephelomon, a vassal of the Chromatic Dragon Queen, to train at the Evil Scale Fortress training camp. Rosinde beca the only humanoid creature in the group to be trained as a dragon kin.
This was his honor, as well as his opportunity for revenge on behalf of his clansn.
And indeed, through his understanding and performance of Endless Rage, he earned recognition from the Red Dragon Ephelomon and beca a Dragon Knight personally acknowledged by a dragon, in addition to Sed Ponga, the Celestial Red Dragon Knight.
Although currently only Mofei, the White Dragon, agreed to and acknowledged him as her rider, their thirty years of tacit cooperation ant that now, as a Berserker Grandmaster, he and Mofei in their ’Barbarian Dragon Unity’ could confidently face any opponent below Legendary rank.
If they were to add his lover Monado, who was beginning to glimpse the path of Legendary Destiny, the trinity of a Barbarian, a Dragon, and an Ogre could possibly challenge even a non-Dragon Legend.
It was precisely this opportunity granted by the Dragon Lord, combined with over thirty years of life-and-death experiences, that gave him the confidence for his revenge.
He always rembered this hatred, ever prepared for the mont it could be addressed.
He believed that as long as his Dragon Lord’s plans in the new continent of Granyel remained unaltered, they would inevitably confront those Drow who had controlled Count Pablo’s territory back then.
But he never expected that this confrontation would co so quickly, nor for such a strange reason...
Yes, when Rosinde heard that the Dragon Lord David Uthos was summoning him, and was inford that the person arriving was Naferutali, the Drow mastermind behind the ’Mariti Catastrophe’ from all those years ago, he was sowhat baffled. But soon enough, his not-inconsiderable intelligence made him realize sothing was amiss. This forr Drow Matriarch must have sensed sothing and thus made an early concession to appease us and seek peace! Especially when I think of the two Drow already employed by my Dragon Lord... could it be?!
While Rosinde, despondent and resentful, his mind filled with lewd images of dragons and Drow, finally arrived at the unfinished Dragon Nest before David:
"Dragon Lord, your blood kin Rosinde has co upon your summons."
David, sowhat bored, lifted the tip of his tail and poked the forr Drow Matriarch.
"Here, Naferutali has brought your kinsn back, hoping to gain your forgiveness. This matter, I leave entirely to you to handle."
Arrogance
Such an arrogant display, treating a Legend so casually, only made Naferutali even more cautious.
After all, if I had such divine favor, I probably would have already subjugated all the Legends of Elariya, converting them to my side and then strutting across the Continent with impunity.
But the first thing Rosinde saw when he looked up wasn’t that ’despicable Drow bitch,’ but rather a few Barbarian elders who were clearly aging.
And those Barbarian elders also saw him at that very mont. They imdiately knelt on one knee, their faces filled with excitent and trepidation, as they swore their undying loyalty, "Young Chieftain!"
"You... you’re still alive?" Rosinde considered a possibility, yet still found it sowhat unbelievable.
Nearby, Naferutali imdiately and patiently recounted the past grievances once more.
Only then did Rosinde notice the hundreds of dark-skinned humanoids whom he had mistaken for so special Drow guard unit...
This group, who should be considered half-Drow Barbarians, then dared to speak cautiously, "Uncle!" / "Big Uncle..."
For a mont, Rosinde went through a cycle of disbelief, astonishnt, shock, anger, and indifference, until finally, his face etched with dejection and sha, he kowtowed to David, saying, "My Lord, this is the sha of my Rosinde clan! I... I truly do not know how to express my remorse to you, my Lord..."
It was not until this mont that he realized it wasn’t his Dragon Lord who couldn’t control his lower body, but his own damned Rosinde kinsn! And the thought that he, a re mortal, had dared to speculate about the Dragon Lord’s draconic character and lifestyle... This is blasphemy! I deserve to die!!!
David made a sound of confusion, "Huh?" Then, under his sowhat stunned gaze and the disbelieving stares of everyone present, the Barbarian drew his dragon tooth blade and swiped it across his own neck. He was attempting to send his soul directly to the side of Pafila, Goddess of Strength, to wash away his sin of blasphemy through countless deaths in a divine war.
"Chieftain!" / "Uncle!" / "Big Uncle!" A group of Barbarians were utterly flabbergasted and rushed forward, attempting to wrest the blade away.
Naferutali, who witnessed this scene, was almost frightened to the point of wetting herself. If this dragon kin died here on the spot because of this, wouldn’t I be completely screwed?! He’s clearly just a Barbarian, so where in the world did he get such a damned moral compass and sense of sha from?!
She didn’t know that this Barbarian before her was an undeniable eccentric even among all the Barbarians of Skanis. After all, what other Barbarian would fall in love with an Ogre and remain faithfully devoted to her?
Fortunately, she was ultimately a Legend. Using Shadow Instant Step, she instantly arrived by Rosinde’s side.
However, Rosinde, now a Master-level Barbarian, was incredibly formidable. The blade had already sliced halfway into his neck, and blood was gushing out. A regular person would have already died; without Naferutali’s intervention, his head might have flown off.
But when Rosinde saw that it was Naferutali—the very enemy he despised—who had saved him, he instantly flew into a rage. This triggered both his Endless Rage and his Barbarian Master innate feat, Tenacious Survival, and he stubbornly refused to die.
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