Orion's eyebrow twitched, his gaze sharpening.
He surged his internal transcendent power, directly expelling that thin, strange energy from his body.
Sizzle! Crackle!
Streaks of electric current flashed from Orion's body, crawling over his physique, repelling the strange energy.
Only then did Orion have a mont to observe the others.
The white dragon Frostsire sat enthroned in the main seat, basking in that strange energy with a look of utter enjoynt.
Grand Duke Richard, Dain the Dwarf, and Grand Elder Lireesa were all using their transcendent power to force back the energy.
"Frostsire, aren't you going to explain yourself?" Orion's tone was extrely blunt and unfriendly.
If the white dragon Frostsire didn't give a reason, he truly felt he might erupt in violence.
"It's a curse mark! A Sea Race curse mark!" It wasn't the white dragon Frostsire who cried out, but Lireesa the Blood Elf, her face flashing with shock and anger.
"Hahaha... A re curse mark, nothing more!" The white dragon Frostsire let out a wild laugh, and the Sea Race curse mark that had invaded his body disintegrated into nothingness.
"Everyone, a curse mark of this level poses no threat to you whatsoever."
This was the truth, as they had all managed to dispel the strange energy on their own.
"What about the warriors we brought?"
"And our kinsn who entered the Dragon Nest?"
The voices of Grand Duke Richard and Dain the Dwarf Prophet rang out simultaneously, both filled with accusatory questions.
"Everyone, I guarantee that the opening of the Dragon Nest this ti will allow your kinsn to advance by a small level, and it will also enhance their potential to varying degrees."
"However, as you all should know, for everything gained, sothing must be lost."
"This ti, we Dragons prepared a very substantial sacrificial offering." As the white dragon Frostsire spoke, there was a hint of madness in his voice, and a smile that suggested a successfully executed sche.
"For this sacrifice, the Dragon race ventured deep into the sea, expended great effort, and captured an upper-Legendary level rfolk lord."
"I can tell you all, that rfolk lord is this offering."
"With an upper-Legendary level rfolk as the sacrifice, all your kinsn will reap benefits."
Under the astonished gazes of Orion, Richard, and the others, the white dragon Frostsire finally revealed the truth.
For these past few days, he had delayed the conference, waiting for this very mont.
"Of course, this Sacrificial Grand Ceremony has one minor flaw: your subordinates, those below Legendary level, will all be marked by the Sea Race curse, becoming mortal enemies of the Sea Race."
"But I believe these are trivial matters. As long as they don't appear before the Sea Race, such a mark is of no consequence."
Fuck you! Orion cursed inwardly. Only at this mont did everyone understand: the white dragon Frostsire intended to drag all five races into this ss.
He wanted to force the Humans, Dwarves, Blood Elves, and Giants into the sa camp as the Dragons. The white dragon Frostsire wanted to secure a safe rear for the Dragon race.
Furthermore, the white dragon Frostsire's thod of winning allies was forceful and rife with conspiracy.
With the Sea Race curse upon them, the kinsn Orion had brought from the Stoneheart Horde would all beco enemies of the Sea Race.
This was just a small part of it. More importantly, the previously moderate attitude of the Sea Race towards the Stoneheart Horde would change instantly. It was highly probable that their coastlines would face a Sea Race invasion.
It was even possible that their coastal territory would suffer the impact and devastation of tsunamis.
"Frostsire, you truly are cunning and tyrannical!" Orion exclaid, not mincing words with the white dragon Frostsire in the slightest.
Under normal circumstances, for the Dragon race to win over the other four races, they would need to pay a considerable price and likely sign so unequal treaties to create a stable rear for themselves.
Now, after the Sacrificial Grand Ceremony orchestrated by the white dragon Frostsire, they had all been forcibly made enemies of the Sea Race.
The most crucial part was that the Dragon race had paid no price at all.
Even the sacrificial offering belonged to the Sea Race.
As for whether the Dragons would incur the hatred of the Humans, Dwarves, Blood Elves, and Giants, the white dragon Frostsire couldn't care less.
Once the divine war ended and the white dragon Frostsire arrived in his true form, he would fear no enemy aside from demigods.
"Respected Dragon Emperor, Your Majesty, there are so matters we can discuss properly. There's no need to make things so... difficult." Grand Elder Lireesa hadn't finished speaking when the white dragon Frostsire shot her a look, simultaneously releasing his oppressive aura.
Lireesa imdiately trembled all over, enduring imnse pressure.
"There's nothing to discuss. If you're dissatisfied, you're welco to challenge ."
"Whoever it is, I'll take you on!"
Utterly domineering, and filled with contempt.
At this mont, both the Dwarf race and the Blood Elf race chose silence. They were in no position to voice objections.
Then, Orion, Lireesa, and Dain all looked towards Grand Duke Richard.
As the forr rulers of this continent, and a Human Kingdom that still possessed a Saint, what would their attitude be?
"Respected Dragon Emperor, Your Majesty, the Sea Race curse mark has already been inflicted. We have nothing more to say on that."
"However, we can choose silence. We can choose to avoid the Sea Race."
Grand Duke Richard's words caused Lireesa's and Dain's gazes to dim; they seed to have lost the will to resist.
"Of course, we can also send envoys to the Sea Race, spread word of today's events, and apologize to them."
"In any case, the territories of our four races are not in the sea. We have little to lose there."
"Compared to a stable internal environnt, those coastal territories... we can do without them."
Grand Duke Richard's tone then shifted, becoming resolute, and also rather grim.
His aning was clear: if the Dragons could forcibly drag their four races into this, then their four races could also forcibly disassociate themselves from the Dragons.
And because of this animosity, their four races could even backstab the Dragons.
It was just that the word 'backstab' couldn't be uttered at this mont; to say it would an openly breaking off all relations, and whether they could even leave this place would beco questionable.
"Your Majesty the Dragon Emperor, what we want to know now is, what benefits can we gain from this war?"
Just when everyone thought Grand Duke Richard would continue to challenge the white dragon Frostsire, the man's tone changed, and he began asking about benefits.
Orion stared at Grand Duke Richard, ntally categorizing him as a dangerous individual.
Then, Orion looked at the white dragon Frostsire. He too wanted to know what this Dragon Emperor might promise.
However, what they received was silence.
Thump!
Just then, a loud noise rumbled from the distant deep sea. The shockwave traveled extrely far, and the few individuals at the Sacrificial Grand Ceremony all sensed it.
"The Sea Race has reacted!"
"Sothing's about to happen!"
"War is coming!"
"This is bad!"
These were their reactions: so remained composed, others' expressions changed drastically, and so were struck with fear.
Three minutes earlier, in the deep sea.
The sacrificed Reverse Whale, in its final wail, had not only unleashed the Sea Race's curse mark; it had also used its life to transmit a ssage to its kin.
"Chthonius has been sacrificed!"
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