Elven cultivators

Chapter 108 Canglan Must Die

Orion's dark golden vertical pupils were as calm as an ancient well, revealing no emotion.

His gaze swept over the assembled consuls, finally settling on Walto to his left.

"How's the investigation into Canglan's background going?"

Walto bowed slightly, his tone remaining calm and unhurried.

"We inquired in other parts of Dragon City, and without exception, we had never heard of this person in any of the local branches of the Meteor Dragon Society."

"Logically speaking, given Cang Lan's strength, if he had joined the Meteor Dragon Society before, we should have some information about him."

Walto slowly stated his judgment, "Therefore, I guess he is most likely a native of Eldron Plains, who was recruited by the Meteor Dragon Society after they established a branch here."

"Natives?" One of the governors frowned. "If that's the case, why haven't we heard a single word about Canglan before?"

"That's the most puzzling part." Walto shook his head. "The appearance of a peak Gold-level combatant couldn't be without warning, unless... he had been deliberately hiding his strength or disguising his identity."

The officials all looked thoughtful.

The Eldron Plains are home to many factions, and even with the power of Dragon City, it is difficult to gather complete intelligence on the top combat forces of each faction.

Especially given that these forces are very wary of Cresol Dragon City and are deliberately concealing their intentions.

As for disguising one's identity, that's not impossible.

There are countless ways to conceal one's true face, and even face-to-face, one might not be able to crack them.

Not to mention that Canglan is elusive and his whereabouts are a mystery; to this day, Longcheng has not been able to catch him.

Aurelion did not participate in the discussion between the two, his gaze lowered and fixed on the stone table in front of him.

On the table was a miniature map of the Eldron Plains, complete with mountains, rivers, towns, and passes.

His gaze slowly moved across the map, finally settling on the location of Biyue Port.

Marcus is dead.

He died on his way to report for duty in Huilongcheng.

With the garrison at Azurewater Harbor losing its supreme commander, the activities of the Meteor Dragon Society within the harbor are bound to become even more rampant.

Due to frequent attacks from Canglan, the military outposts along the Dragon Fang defense line have developed several breaches.

Smuggling, illegal immigration, intelligence gathering... all sorts of chaotic phenomena are breeding and spreading on the plains.

Originally, the various forces were already stirring with anticipation because of the city lord's sudden departure.

The frequent actions of the Meteor Dragon Society are like a sharp knife, gradually eroding the prestige that Dragon City has built up in the hearts of its vassal races over thousands of years.

Although the major powers still outwardly submit to Dragon City, they are making more and more underhanded moves behind the scenes.

In order to curb this situation, Dragon City took timely action to wipe out the Fallen Dragon Society's forces, which was initially quite effective. However, Marcus's death wiped out all their achievements over the years.

It is foreseeable that as news of Marcus's assassination by the Meteor Dragon Society spreads, those vassal races will inevitably start to have ulterior motives again.

Of course, with the current strength of Kreisor Dragon City, it is still more than enough to suppress the entire Eldron Plains.

But this is not a good sign.

We must launch a strong counterattack as soon as possible to show everyone who is the true master of this plain.

Especially Canglan.

This person must die!

Otherwise, as long as he lives, Longcheng's prestige will be damaged.

......

Despite the city of Crestor's best efforts to blockade it, news of Marcus's death quickly spread throughout the Eldoron Plains thanks to the machinations of the Meteor Dragon Society.

The news caused a huge uproar, especially when it was learned that Marcus had advanced to the peak of the Gold Realm and died at the hands of Canglan, who had not yet awakened the power of the laws.

It should be noted that there has not been a case of a peak-level Gold Saint dying in battle on the Eldron Plains for many years.

The key point is that the person who killed Marcus had not yet awakened the power of the laws.

This is beyond the comprehension of many people.

Many people questioned the authenticity of the news, but many more confirmed its veracity through various channels.

As a result, in the following days, the entire Eldron Plains was like a lake tossed with a giant rock, creating ripples upon ripples.

In towns and cities large and small, taverns and adventurer camps, everyone is talking about the same topic.

Speculation about Canglan grew wildly like weeds.

Someone confidently claimed that he came from Green Highlands and was the leader of a famous mercenary group there.

Some say he came from a more distant place across the sea, a survivor of a kingdom destroyed by dragons.

Some say he is a native of Eldron Plains, but has been living in anonymity and secretly accumulating power for many years.

However, neither of these claims has conclusive evidence.

Cang Lan's identity and origins, like his name, are shrouded in mystery, and no matter how much people investigate, they cannot see clearly.

There is only one thing that can be confirmed.

That means Canglan is very strong.

It was strong enough to cause Kreisel Dragon City to suffer repeated setbacks against it.

Even the overlords who had ruled this plain for thousands of years were helpless against him.

In an instant, the name Azure Waves resounded throughout every corner of the Eldron Plains.

......

Silvermoon Forest, Eternal Tree area.

In the treehouse backyard, Roman sat cross-legged on a stone stool, holding a piece of roasted Ridgeback Beast meat in his hands, munching on it with relish, while telling Eleanor across from him the news he had heard that day.

"Canglan's name is being spread everywhere now."

"If you ask me, he's really amazing. He hasn't even awakened the power of laws, yet he managed to kill a peak Gold Saint. He's too strong."

Eleanor sipped her honeybell juice and nodded slightly upon hearing this.

It is truly astonishing that someone of Gold rank could kill a Gold-level expert.

This is the first pure-blooded, peak-level Gold Dragonborn to be assassinated in the Eldron Plains in nearly a century.

Even for the city of Kreisor Dragon, the Golden Peak members are extremely valuable combat power.

If it weren't for this incident, that pure-blooded dragonborn named Marcus would probably have been promoted to governor very soon.

The fact that such a valuable talent was killed by the Meteor Dragon Society must have greatly angered and resented the city of Cresol.

Thinking of this, a sense of pleasure welled up deep within Eleanor.

Her father died at Long Cheng's hands, and as a result, she hated Long Cheng to the core.

She wholeheartedly supports everyone and everything that causes Longcheng to suffer setbacks.

"It's a pity that Canglan is so elusive, nobody knows where he is." Roman sighed with some regret. "Otherwise, I really would like to meet him and see if he has three heads and six arms, that powerful."

She heard the phrase "three heads and six arms" from Anton.

According to the latter, it is a very powerful supernatural force.

That is, the power of laws.

"I wonder who is more powerful, Canglan or Anton?" Roman suddenly wondered.

Eleanor smiled upon hearing this.

Although Anton was also very powerful and had even killed Gold-level peak beings like Zhuogu and Rockhorn Dragon, both of those battles were fought in conjunction with the elders. Compared to Canglan, who single-handedly killed a Gold-level peak being, Anton was still somewhat inferior.

Knowing Roman's admiration and worship for Anton, Eleanor did not argue with her about the matter, but subtly changed the subject to talk about the recent changes in the clan.

After a ten-year hiatus, the Silvermoon Clan has recently begun to recruit new members of the Elven race.

After the previous population expansion, nearly one-third of the elven population on the Eldron Plains had been integrated into the Silvermoon Clan.

The clan's goal this time is to absorb as many of the remaining elven races as possible, so that the population can double again.

Although Roman was usually carefree and didn't care much about clan affairs, he knew the importance of population to the clan.

For a clan to become powerful, population is fundamental.

The Silvermoon Clan's rapid development in recent years is largely due to the absorption of a large number of foreign elven groups, in addition to Anton's contributions, resulting in a population explosion.

"I heard there are quite a few newborns in the clan this year?" Roman asked.

Eleanor chuckled, "It's all thanks to Anton. The number of newborns in the clan has been increasing year by year for the past ten years. Although the increase is not very obvious, it is indeed slowly increasing."

When Anton was mentioned, both of them looked towards the treehouse on the west side.

Anton has recently gone into seclusion again.

I wonder what they're busy with this time?

......

In fact, Anton is not in Silvermoon Forest.

He's currently in the Misty Tavern in Azurewater Harbor.

With Marcus dead and before a new commander of the Dragonborn garrison has taken office, the operation to capture the Fallen Dragon Society in Azurewater Harbor has become a mere formality.

Scott and his entourage swaggered in and out of Bluewater Harbor, and even arranged to meet in the city.

A room on the second floor of the tavern.

Scott, Summers, and Anton sat around a table.

Both of them looked much better than when they last met.

Barzel and Vaughn, who usually followed Scott, were nowhere to be seen.

"This is the magic core you requested."

Anton took the bag, probed it with a wisp of his divine sense, and quickly checked the contents of the bag.

Three hundred magic cores were neatly stacked in the space of the dimensional bag.

He remained outwardly calm, but inwardly he was somewhat surprised.

Magic cores are difficult to manufacture, and whether it's Dragon City or other major powers, they are all kept as strategic resources and are not easily given away.

Even for an organization like the Meteor Dragon Society, it would be difficult to produce three hundred at once.

The Meteor Dragon Society has really gone all out this time.

It's probably not just about compensating him, but also about trying to win him over.

"Thanks." Anton nodded and put the dimensional bag into his pocket.

Seeing this, Scott and Summers both smiled.

Summers then took out a palm-sized metal badge and pushed it in front of Anton.

The badge is dark gold in color, with a burning star pattern engraved on its surface and fine runes engraved along the edges, emitting a faint magical aura.

"What is this?" Anton asked, raising an eyebrow.

"The Torchbearer Badge." Summers' expression became more serious. "The branch has decided to promote you to Torchbearer."