Elven cultivators

Kreisoron, at the inner gate of the fortress.

Aurelion and six consuls stood on one side of the doorway, their gazes occasionally drifting towards the horizon.

They had been waiting here for over an hour.

"With the city lord's intervention, wiping out an elven clan shouldn't take long. Judging by the time, they should be back soon, right?"

One of the officials couldn't help but speak up.

Walto glanced at him and said casually, "What's the rush? Is it any of our business to interfere with the city lord's actions?"

The governor laughed and said, "I'm just in a hurry to send troops to clean up the battlefield."

"I hope the city lord won't go too far. The Silvermoon Clan's Tree of Eternity and Fountain of Life are both valuable items; it would be a great pity to destroy them."

The other officials nodded in agreement.

With the city lord personally taking action, success is assured.

It's just that he often strikes too hard.

The Stonefist Tribe, Grayfin Fishing Town, and Windmill Valley were all reduced to ruins. Dragon City gained almost no spoils afterward, which was a real shame.

The governors chatted amongst themselves, and the focus of their discussion had shifted from the destruction of the Silvermoon Clan to how to maximize the plunder of spoils.

Orion did not participate in the discussion, but the slight upturn of his lips betrayed his current state of mind.

The destruction of the Silvermoon Clan was just the beginning; two more forces are set to follow in its footsteps.

After this, the other factions on the Eldron Plains should fully understand the dire consequences of offending the majesty of Dragon City.

"It's a pity that the Meteor Dragon Society went into hiding and couldn't find Cang Lan's whereabouts. Otherwise, killing Cang Lan would have had a better deterrent effect on those vassal races."

As Aurelion was pondering this, his expression suddenly changed.

At the same time, the other officials also sensed a familiar presence rapidly approaching.

They perked up and all looked up at the same time.

On the distant horizon, a massive, dark red figure was flying rapidly toward Dragon City.

Those familiar silhouettes and scorching aura—it was none other than their long-awaited city lord.

"The city lord is back!"

"It seems the matter is over."

"We can send troops to clean up the battlefield later."

The officials instinctively took a few steps forward, their faces beaming with welcoming smiles, ready to rush forward the moment the city lord landed and offer their carefully prepared compliments.

However, as the figure drew closer and became clearer, the smiles on their faces froze.

The scene that came into view was completely different from their imagined triumphant return.

The city lord looked extremely disheveled, with large patches of dried blood on his body. The dark red scales that once covered his entire body were now torn and missing pieces.

The most shocking part was the area around the heart.

A large patch of scales had peeled off, revealing the withered, gray flesh beneath, its edges charred and curled, as if some force had drained all life from its insides.

Upon closer inspection, one can also see that his right eye is cloudy and grayish-white, empty and blank... as if he were blind.

Where is that majestic and invincible Shining Dragon?

He was clearly a stray dog ​​that had been beaten half to death!

"Lord City Lord?!"

Aurelion gasped in shock, the color draining from his face in an instant.

The other officials stood frozen in place, staring wide-eyed at the approaching figure, their minds blank, unable to believe what they were seeing.

boom!

Isaac's massive dragon body crashed heavily onto the plaza in front of the inner fortress, shattering the hard basalt slabs with a resounding crash, and spiderweb-like cracks spread outwards from his limbs in all directions.

His body swayed violently, barely managing to stand, his breathing like that of a broken bellows, each exhale mixed with dark red sparks and a thin mist of blood.

"Lord City Lord, what's wrong? The Silver Moon Clan..."

An official stepped forward in disbelief, exclaiming in surprise.

So shocked was the sound that the voice became distorted, sharp and almost piercing, standing out starkly in the empty square.

This statement is like a spark falling into a barrel of boiling oil.

Isaac suddenly looked up, and in his only remaining left eye, the crimson flames suddenly intensified to their peak, unleashing a torrent of emotions—savagery, shame, anger, hatred… in that instant.

He didn't even give the governor time to react. His dragon claws shot out like lightning, grabbed the governor's body, and then pulled back sharply!

Crack.

The archer's superhuman armor crumbled like paper, the scales beneath quickly losing their luster, cracking, peeling off, and turning into grayish-white powder that scattered in the air. His flesh shriveled and collapsed, curling and crumbling like withered leaves.

In the blink of an eye, a living, breathing, peak-level Golden Blood Dragonborn was reduced to a cloud of grayish-white ashes before everyone's horrified eyes, drifting away in the wind, leaving not a trace of flesh or blood behind.

The square was deathly silent.

The consuls, including Aurelion, were stiff and their breathing seemed to stop involuntarily.

"A bunch of useless trash!"

Isaac's roar was like a thunderclap, shaking the walls of the inner fortress and causing dust to fall.

The dragon's might poured out like a tangible force, forcing Orion and the others to stagger back several steps. Their chests felt as if they had been struck hard by an invisible hammer, and their faces turned deathly pale.

"I almost lost my life because I didn't even get a proper understanding of the Silvermoon Clan's situation!"

"What use are you to me if you can't even do basic intelligence work properly?"

With each roar Isaac uttered, the dragon's might grew heavier.

The officials were so overwhelmed that their knees went weak, and cold sweat trickled down their foreheads and down the gaps in the scales.

But they couldn't care less about that anymore; they were completely stunned, as if something had exploded in their minds, making a buzzing sound.

Judging from what the city lord said, his current state... was actually caused by the Silver Moon Clan?

Not only did he fail to destroy the Silvermoon Clan, but he also suffered a great loss at their hands and almost lost his life.

But how is that possible?

The city lord is a legendary dragon!

What in the Silvermoon Forest could threaten his existence?

The officials were utterly shocked and bewildered, unable to understand it at all.

Isaac then came to his senses from his outburst of rage and realized that he had said too much.

He shut his mouth, his vertical pupils coldly sweeping over his subordinates.

For a fleeting moment, he almost wanted to tear all of this trash to shreds.

But his remaining rationality stopped him.

Kreisor Dragon City is a large and powerful city. With each death of a governor, there are fewer and fewer governors. There are already six gone. If the killing continues, Dragon City will soon become an empty shell.

Isaac took a deep breath, suppressing the surging rage in his chest.

Listen up!

His voice was deep and cold, like a chilling wind coming from the depths of hell.

"Immediately mobilize all troops to attack Silvermoon Forest and raze it to the ground!"

In Isaac's view, he had completely suffered from the magic circle this time.

Without that strange magic array, Canglan would never have brought him to his current predicament.

With just a little effort, he'll definitely be able to deal with that damned elf.

Since that's the case, let's deal with that magic circle first.

Even the most powerful magic array needs energy to function.

Kreisor Dragon City may not have much else, but it's overflowing with cannon fodder.

He would first use his army to wear down the magic array, ideally breaking through it directly, and then he would strike to avenge himself by killing Canglan.

He wanted to raze the Silvermoon Forest to the ground, turn all those damned elves into charred remains, and hang Canglan's head on the walls of Dragon City to vent his hatred!

After giving the order, Isaac ignored everyone and turned to enter the inner fortress.

He urgently needs to recover from his injury.

Boom!

The heavy stone door slowly closed.

A deathly silence lingered over the square for a long time.

The officials stood there dumbfounded, still reeling from the shock.

They were startled awake when a series of hurried footsteps came from outside the archway at the other end of the square.

A dragonborn soldier rushed into the square, his face filled with shock and panic. He stumbled as he reached the bottom of the steps, fell to one knee, and gasped as he reported:

"M-Sir! There's urgent intelligence from the Silvermoon Forest..."

Before he could finish speaking, Orion interrupted him abruptly.

"Bring it here."

Orion was now completely bewildered and desperately wanted to know what had happened.

The dragonborn soldier quickly handed over a roll of parchment.

Aurelion grabbed the parchment, quickly unrolled it, and scanned the dense text on it.

His face first showed an expression of utter shock, then quickly turned ashen, and finally transformed into a violent emotion mixed with horror, humiliation, and disbelief.

Walto and the other consuls could no longer contain themselves and, disregarding etiquette, crowded forward.

One of the more impatient consuls simply snatched the parchment, unfolded it, and read it with the others.

A moment later, several gasps of astonishment rang out in the square.

"Canglan...is an elf?!"

"Has he been hiding in Silvermoon Forest all along?"

"Was it Canglan who severely injured the City Lord? And forced the City Lord to..."

The governor abruptly stopped speaking halfway through his sentence, glancing fearfully at the tightly closed stone door. He dared not continue, lest he suffer the same fate as his unfortunate colleague.

However, the disbelief and horror on his face lingered.

The expressions of the other officials were not much different.

They never expected that it was Canglan who severely injured the city lord and forced him to flee in disarray.

Before today, if someone told them that a Gold-tier being could defeat a legendary dragon and make it flee in disarray, they would have scoffed and thought it was the most ridiculous joke in the world.

But they had just witnessed the lord's miserable state.

The irrefutable facts are right in front of them, leaving them no choice but to believe.

Canglan's strength is actually this great!

The officials' faces were extremely grim.

Not long ago, they were chatting and laughing in the council chamber, discussing with great enthusiasm which three forces they would destroy next.

Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, a resounding slap landed hard on their faces.

Even the city lord suffered a crushing defeat, and was even defeated by Canglan.

They could already foresee the devastating blow that Dragon City's reputation would suffer once news of this battle spread.

The silence in the square was like solidified lead, weighing heavily on everyone's hearts.

After a long silence, a governor spoke with a strained voice: "What...what do we do now?"

All eyes turned to Orion.

The supreme governor's face turned ashen. After a moment of silence, he gritted his teeth and said, "Do as the city lord orders. Immediately send troops to attack Silvermoon Forest."

Now, only by destroying the Silvermoon Clan can Dragon City salvage its precarious reputation.

There is no other way.