Elden: Ring of Calamity

Chapter 380: Polished
"How much do you know about that dragon, Lucia Sanx?"

In the middle of the ice field, in the city of Saint Oronia, the former Northern Garrison and today’s temporary palace of the Giant King, a low, magnetic and slightly gloomy voice was heard.

The speaker was a burly man with red hair, two meters tall.

He had a thick, long beard that extended from his chin to his temples and hung down to his chest. On his angular face were a pair of magma-colored eyes that shone brightly. Under his simple and somewhat tattered cloth robe were muscles that bulged like mountains and hills. At first glance, he looked like a lion in its prime.

"The son of my Lord's old friend Heraris and Platon Sanx, the current master of Fam Azra, is said to be as powerful as Godwin the Gold. There are also rumors that the priest of Lance Sanx, Rani of Kalia, and Marenia of the Golden Tree all have a close relationship with him."

On the man’s left, an old man with closed eyes, a solemn face, and dry red hair answered.

"A mistress who relies on women to get to the top is himself a hostage sent by the dragon clan to Rodel—" On the right hand side, a burly man with a naked upper body chuckled.

"The information from the high priest may be outdated. Who knows, maybe this guy is having an affair with Marika? Otherwise, how could that bitch offend Alpha and risk her own life to save him?"

The old man opposite was not angry, but said calmly: "I don't work with idiots."

"When he first arrived in Rodel, he overthrew the Duoris family under pressure from both parties, and defeated the third generation demigod of the Golden Family, Greg, under the watchful eyes of the public. Just three years later, he was able to kill the divine messenger Beta first, and then beheaded the evil god Esti who had left the entire Star-Moon Civilization helpless."

"The most terrifying thing is that under his command are not only the dragons and storm knights loyal to the ancient dragon royal family of Fam Azra, but also the Scorching Sun Legion, the Knights of the Kalia Royal Family, the Seria Night Mages, and even any forces to the south of the Rhea Lukalia Origin School. Any elite force in the world can be used by him. Even people like Marica and Carter Pella are willing to hide behind the scenes and pave the way for him."

"Such a person is, in some ways, more dangerous than Godwin, whom we have been preparing to face—" The old man opened his eyelids, and there were two dark holes in his dry eye sockets.

"I can accept the stupidity of any of my companions, but if the stupidity of some people makes us underestimate such a powerful enemy, causing our great cause to suffer losses that should not be suffered, haha."

He grinned, revealing a cold and terrifying smile, "No matter who that idiot is, I don't mind killing him."

The shirtless burly man stepped back to show politeness, but the mocking smile on his face remained unchanged. He laughed and said, "Why should the high priest be so fierce for an outsider? No matter how capable he is, just give him your orders. As long as the opportunity is right, I will personally twist off his dragon head and give it to you!"

The old man said nothing, but closed his hollowed-out eyes again.

Until this moment, the giant king who had been watching quietly, that is, the red-haired man on the main seat, smiled faintly and raised his chin towards the six subordinates below him, "What do you think?"

There were six people, three on each side, three men and three women, with different looks and figures. The only thing they had in common was that their hair color was red to some extent.

The red symbolizes the extinguished fire on the top of the Giant Mountain, and the red symbolizes the inextinguishable ambitions of the Giants for millions of years.

"Don't underestimate a strong enemy."

"Not as good as Godwin, but still worth the effort."

"Three second-generation Titans leading thirty third-generation Titans are enough to defend."

"No, for the sake of safety, it would be better to send a founding Titan to lead ten first-generation Titans to kill them."

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The six people expressed their opinions one after another, but after the high priest made the final decision, the general opinion was that they should be cautious. "Your Majesty," the high priest turned his serious face to "look" at the giant king. His old and decayed body was like a long-lost puppet in front of the king at his peak. "The three dynasties are attacking the royal court in three directions. The most urgent task should be to identify Lucia's specific direction of advance."

The Giant King nodded slightly and said with a smile: "As the High Priest said, please discuss it again."

"At present, we have directly discovered two enemy forces—" The high priest walked to the front of the sand table and pushed the chess pieces representing the armies of the three dynasties. "They are the 50,000 people led by the ancient dragon priest Fulsanx from Lord Fortress, and the large fleet on the ancient route of the Storm Sea in the Far East. It is difficult to directly determine the specific number of the latter, but judging from the size of the fleet, it should be more than 80,000."

"In addition, our friends in Rodel sent back news that Lucia's confidant, the Ancient Dragon Knight Christopher, secretly borrowed 10,000 Scorching Sun Troops, carrying three months of food and fodder, and is marching towards the Rodel portal at night. At the same time, we cannot rule out the possibility that the other party has deployed troops at the Yatan portal in Kalia."

On the left of the high priest, a gentle-looking red-haired man wearing gold-rimmed glasses smiled and said, "As long as we are sure that the three dynasties have the intention to go through the portal, it doesn't matter whether they go through Yatan or Rodel. Anyway, both sides can set the two portals in the north as the landing point coordinates. We just need to determine whether their target is Thor or Oti."

"Vikia is right. If the ancient dragon quasi-king had one-third of the talent as rumored, he wouldn't be stupid enough to deploy the main force on the two wings." A charming woman on the opposite side said with a giggle.

"I heard that he had mobilized 300,000 troops in the Battle of the Eastern Star Shattering. He should know the difference between the Arctic Ice Field and Gaileid better than ordinary people. If he still wants to act like a god and mobilize hundreds of thousands of troops to force his way north, the Lord Line and the Sea of ​​Death alone will be enough to break our kid's head."

"Stop talking nonsense. What we are discussing now is whether to focus our defense on Sol or Utina!"

Beside the woman, the shirtless man looked impatient, but his pupils were gleaming with cruelty and excitement. "I want to peel his skin off and taste the dragon's bone marrow to see if it's as delicious as our ancestors described."

"Oh, I'm so impatient"

The woman licked the tip of her tongue seductively. "Even if I catch him in a few days, I can't let you eat him so hastily. You have to wait until I have had enough fun first."

She sucked her fingertips, and said with an intoxicated expression, "I really want to experience it myself in the next second. What is it like to be a man who is favored by the most outstanding women in the three dynasties at the same time?"

Seeing the woman's behavior, the people below showed a hint of disgust. As the "ancestors", they were very familiar with the woman's habits.

The "playing" she mentioned had nothing to do with the word "erotic".

Everyone's eyes were once again focused on the sand table. The locations of Sol and Otina were both carved with perfectly replicated city models by skilled craftsmen, and the areas surrounding the two important towns were covered with dense red dots.

Each red dot represents a third-generation giant. If their fighting power were converted into humans, they would be what they call a "hero."

In fact, everyone felt that even if they had estimated Lucia's strength to the maximum, no matter which side the other party chose to break through, it would ultimately be a dead end.

The only difference is where they have to place the decapitation troops so that they can chop off the head of the dragon king-to-be as soon as possible.

The feast that had been prepared for years failed to attract the expected guests, and the host had long lost interest in entertaining them, so he would just kill them quickly and wait for the next more valuable guest.

At the end of the long table, the new giant king Calerius stared at the sand table intently, with a mysterious and intense interest emerging on his handsome face.

"Let me guess, where are you going to choose?"

(End of this chapter)