Chapter 871: A Tragic Past
Only after seeing the indifferent expressions on both Leonidas’s and Orion’s faces did Neil finally relax and continue.
"Next is the matter of the dragon itself. We have provisionally set two plans for slaying it. The distribution of spoils will differ slightly for each plan."
"..."
Following this, Borg and Neil worked in tandem, one explaining the plans while the other added details, laying out two combat strategies for Leonidas and Orion.
It was quite simple. The two plans revolved around two main tanks: one with Commander Borg in the lead, and one with Leonidas in the lead.
To put it plainly, it was a dual-tank strategy. Whoever took on the main role would receive a larger share of the spoils in the end.
Neil spoke for a long ti, ticulously going over the distribution of the dragon’s corpse. From the dragon scales, hide, blood, and bones, he confird every type of material with Orion and Leonidas.
After Borg and Neil had left, Orion couldn’t help but let out a long sigh.
This kind of thing was so troubleso.
"Heh, I’m just afraid that after we kill the dragon, they won’t be alive to collect those materials," Leonidas scoffed.
He had no interest in the materials from a Legendary-level dragon. And he had absolutely no confidence in this Dragonslayer’s Lance rcenary Corps.
They were too self-assured, and they understood far too little about dragons.
...
In the Titanion Realm, on the Serpent Isle.
"My lady, my apologies. Our identities have been exposed, and the camp’s location may have been as well."
A Gorgon stood behind Lysinthia, trembling with self-reproach.
Lysinthia didn’t speak. She crouched down, examining the serpentfolk captive her subordinate had brought before her. This was the culprit, the one who had tailed them all this way and sent signals to the other serpentfolk on the island.
"What a pity," Lysinthia murmured. "You originally had the qualifications to be transford into a Gorgon."
As the captive serpentfolk stared in surprise, a strand of Lysinthia’s hair began to writhe.
A black snake erged from it, slithered down her arm, and then, opening its jaws to an unnaturally monstrous size, swallowed the captive whole.
Then, Lysinthia stood and walked to the edge of the city wall, gazing out at the dense jungle in the distance.
"Our identities being exposed was only a matter of ti. It’s no big deal," she said, turning back. Her cold gaze held a trace of warmth reserved only for her own kind, the Gorgons.
"As for the camp being exposed, that’s even less of a problem. The Warden is here. This beacon of Jynx will not be extinguished or fall."
She turned again, looking toward the tall Mage Tower beside the Serathar Spire.
"This place is under the protection of the wind elentals. No outsider can enter here," Gustalon’s confident and powerful voice echoed from within the tower.
He was a Legendary-level expert. In truth, Gustalon’s presence had given the newly converted Gorgons imnse courage—the courage to fight back, to contend for their own territory.
"Prepare yourselves," Lysinthia commanded, her voice ringing with authority. "The war between the serpentfolk and us Gorgons has officially begun."
...
In the Uynting Realm, in an unknown forest.
A campfire is the most indispensable thing when camping in the wild. Its existence not only drives away the cold and the dark but also allows rcenaries to find a sliver of comfort and reassurance in the face of the unknown and the fear it brings.
At this mont, Orion, Leonidas, Yala, and Alilien were sitting around a campfire. They watched the beast at sizzle as it roasted over the flas, and the sense of unfamiliarity between them gradually began to fade.
In reality, the two young won, Yala and Alilien, had co over on their own initiative. No one knew what brand of honeyed words Leonidas had used, but they had convinced Alilien to drag the half-reluctant but very sexy cat-woman Yala over to Orion and Leonidas’s fire.
"Life is short. While you’re young, you have to be reckless and romantic," Leonidas was saying, feeding Alilien another dose of his cringey philosophy. "Darling Alilien, do you know? Romance isn’t a montary passion, but a lifeti of a fluttering heart. And you... you make my heart flutter."
As Alilien looked on with a mixture of curiosity and admiration, Leonidas slowly took the greatsword from his back. It was Alexander’s spirit sword avatar.
"Alilien, do you know? I used this sword to slay a dragon. The blade is stained with dragon’s blood, making it indestructible, able to cut through anything."
As he spoke, Leonidas plucked a hair from his mane and blew on it gently. The hair fell upon the sword’s edge and was instantly severed in two.
"See? It can cut a falling hair. Nothing can stand in its way."
To Alilien’s astonished gaze, Leonidas casually handed the spirit sword avatar to her, allowing her to hold it and look at it.
Orion, sitting to the side, silently prayed for Alexander.
Good brothers exist to be used to impress girls, he thought.
Of course, he was also praying that Alexander would get angry enough to just manifest and kill Leonidas. Leonidas’s showboating was making him look very plain, especially with a sexy cat-woman sitting right there.
"Did your big brother really slay a dragon?" Yala’s voice was soft, not timid, but with a sweet, almost deliberately cute lilt.
"Mm, what my bro says is true," Orion said, turning the roasting at and adding a little fuel to fire.
"I believe you... you all. You’re so strong," Yala said.
Orion turned his head and looked at her. The young woman’s pretty face was slightly flushed from his comnt.
He tore off a piece of roast at, placed it on a wooden plate, and handed it to her.
"What about your family?" Orion asked.
He didn’t bother asking if she had a boyfriend or a lover; the fact that she had co over with Alilien to hang out with them ant they were both single. Of course, under Leonidas’s prodding, Alilien had already spilled all the details about Yala’s situation. But while they didn’t have official boyfriends, they certainly didn’t lack for pursuers.
"They’re all gone," Yala said, and her gentle voice suddenly dropped.
In the firelight, her fluffy ears drooped slightly.
Just as Orion was about to offer so words of comfort, Yala began to tell her story.
"A few years ago, there was a beast tide. It crashed against the City of Lube, and the city was attacked by flying beasts."
"My father died fighting on the walls."
"My mother... she died trying to save my younger sister, who had been snatched away."
"And as for my sister... my sister..."
It seed a tragic mory had resurfaced. Yala gradually curled into a ball, burying her head in her knees. The sight was pitiful, enough to make anyone’s heart ache.
In this world, with the exception of the dragons, all the other civilized races lived under oppression and in a state of constant unease.
There were no nations here, no great hordes. The only large-scale factions were organizations like the rcenaries’ Guild.
Because of the harsh environnt, the people here were divided, governed by their individual cities. The main body of these cities was made up of the strongest males of the various races—in other words, the rcenaries.
Cities like Lube were generally controlled by a few large rcenary corps. The Dragonslayer’s Lance, for instance, held a prominent place here.
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