Alien world

Chapter 1321 243. The Price of Growth

"Uh ah ah ah ah!"

Joan roared and climbed up, enduring the severe pain in her abdomen, grabbed the iron sword in the vomit, and rushed towards Ali again.

But mindless anger would not play any role in a battle. Ali easily blocked the iron sword that Joan was swinging like a shrew in a fight. The heavy axe was more flexible in his hand than the iron sword.

It seemed that he had had enough of this game. After blocking Joan once again, Ali grasped the axe with both hands, twisted his body, and chopped it out with force while roaring.

Joan's few remaining wits allowed her to raise her sword to block her chest, which saved her life. The heavy axe hit her chest directly, the iron sword broke instantly, and the axe hit her leather armor heavily with the remaining power.

Joan flew backwards instantly, her leather armor and chest caved in, and she vomited blood mixed with pieces of internal organs.

Ali walked up to her and said, "You are too weak... Go and be buried with Rama!"

When the two imperial officials who were watching were about to take action, a strong wind suddenly blew up in the mine for no reason, and then a terrifying dragon's might descended, freezing them in place.

With fear gripping his heart, Ali could only roll his eyes, staring with wide eyes as a girl in a blue dress walked up to Joan and placed her white, soft hands on her chest.

With her chest fractured and her internal organs shattered, Joan, who was nearly dying, quickly recovered from her injuries.

The sunken chest cavity returned to normal, and a healthy wheat-colored complexion was revealed behind the broken leather armor, rising and falling with the breathing.

"Ilimoyas...?"

Joan regained consciousness, and the first thing she said anxiously was, "Don't worry about me, go save Harold and the others!"

“Those people are dead.”

Joan opened her mouth: "...Why are you so late?"

The beautiful blue vertical pupils fell on Joan: "Are you blaming me?"

"I don't."

Facing the peaceful eyes of Elimoas, Joan's surging anger dissipated.

“Actually, I’ve always been here.”

Joan was stunned: "Then why did you..."

"For your growth."

"I don't...understand..."

"You humans need to experience stories to make yourself stronger."

"Not everyone needs to suffer! Some people..." Joan couldn't help but said anxiously. She would rather they were still alive.

"You want to say Annan? You are not him."

Elimoas said, "Annan Reeves is a strange human. He is considered young among you humans, but like us dragons, knowledge seems to be innate in his mind."

"I still can't accept that those people died just because of my growth..."

"Joan, this is the price of growing up."

Ilimayas said something in dragon language, which translated means: An untrained young dragon is just a magical material for a wizard.

"We could have avoided the sacrifice..."

Joan stood up, holding her chest. Her attitude was very firm. It was the first time she got angry at Elimois.

The two imperial officials, however, agreed with the blue dragon.

All the kings of the empire were thrown to the front battlefield when they were young, trained for several years, and then sent back to receive etiquette education.

As for what happens if he dies? There is still a successor.

Ilimayas didn't explain any further, because that was not what a dragon would do.

She withdrew her dragon power and allowed the intruder to resume its activities - but only to speak.

"No...it shouldn't be like this. My brother and I came all the way here from the North to get away from the war and start a new life." Ali's eyes were red, and he looked at Joan with a look of desire: "It's all ruined by you! Why would a master appear here! Why!"

"You know what? You said something right..." Joan didn't want to answer his question. She picked up the broken sword, with the flame of revenge flashing in her eyes, and swung it at Ali who was like a target.

“This is a battle for survival!”

puff--

Blood gushed out, and the bald man from the North fell to the ground, staring at Joan with his last bit of strength.

"I curse...you..."

He was no longer breathing. Joan threw away the broken sword and took a deep breath.

She thought she would be so nervous that she would want to vomit, but it seemed to be okay...

As soon as the enemy leader died, Ilimayas put away her dragon power.

Ali's men had never seen a dragon, but the pressure was real. They just stood there trembling, letting the workers rush over and beat and kick them, not daring to fight back.

Joan let them beat the captives, and if Elimoas hadn't come, they would have died here.

She called a few people to treat the wounded.

The original large team of nearly fifty people was reduced to less than twenty in the short two minutes when the enemy rushed into the mine. Most of them fell before dawn.

Hahahaha, unlucky Rod, he almost survived...

The enemy killed people efficiently and most of them were killed with one blow. Only three workers managed to avoid fatal injuries. One died from excessive blood loss, and the other two managed to stop bleeding.

Continue to collect the bodies, both our own and those of the enemy.

Joan was a little numb, and so were her men. They even tried to strip the enemy's cotton-padded clothes, but when they took them off, they accidentally tore the cloth and found that it was not cotton inside, but was filled with hay.

"Why do we have to kill each other..."

Joan, who saw this scene, murmured softly and changed her mind: "Enough, don't kill them."

She walked up to the captive, who was squatting on the ground with a bruised face and nose, and asked, "Is he the Wolf King?"

Unexpectedly, Joan learned from them that they were not the Wolf Gang.

No wonder she felt that the bald man was not that strong...even though he almost wiped them out.

After asking about the situation, Joan said, "I can give you a chance to atone for your sins. We are going to seek revenge on the Wolf Gang, and you must be at the forefront. If you are lucky enough not to die after the battle... I will set you free."

"Of course, you can also try to defect."

The captives did not refuse. Their leaders were dead, so they had no choice but to agree.

After doing all this, Joan walked up to Ilimoyas, who seemed to not belong here, and said in a complicated tone: "...Will you help me?"

"Do you think I'm right?" Elimois asked her.

"I……"

Joan still felt that those people didn't need to die.

At this time, footsteps were heard outside the cave. Joan looked in the direction of the sound and saw Bores walking in with Jodi from the Osculas Mercenary Group and the female orc.

Gloria, carrying a battle axe, swept across a row of corpses in the corner.

"Are we late?"

"A little bit."

With blood all over her face, Joan managed to raise her lips: "The matter here has been temporarily resolved, but the mastermind has not been cleared yet."

She bent down to pick up an undamaged iron sword, and used it to neatly cut her long hair that was stuck with blood, letting the brown hair fall on her shoulders. Her face, covered in dust and blood, showed determination.

"We're going to destroy them!"

(End of this chapter)