Elven cultivators

Anton was well aware that Dragon City had a blood-forbidden formation set up.

He even knew the entire defense system of Dragon City like the back of his hand.

After all, most of the defensive formations in Dragon City share similar underlying logic in their design, and they all follow the same fundamental principle despite variations.

So of course he wouldn't be foolish enough to rush headlong into Cressor Dragon City.

That's no different from voluntarily walking into the gallows.

In fact, he didn't need to do that at all.

The increased range of his divine sense after advancing to the Golden Core stage allowed him to lock onto Isaac from over two hundred kilometers away and directly unleash his sword light to attack the enemy.

There's absolutely no need to personally enter Cresol Dragon City.

Sword light is not a living, intelligent life form.

The Blood Forbidden Array's detection and suppression mechanisms, which target "non-dragon life forms," ​​are completely ineffective against it.

As for those automatically triggered defensive formations, their strength was simply insufficient to withstand the sharpness of the Xuanqi sword pellet.

By the time the dragonborn spellcasters inside the city finally realized that someone had invaded and began frantically activating the magic array at full power, the sword light had already pierced through the obstacles, rushed into the inner fortress, and slashed at the unsuspecting Isaac.

When Anton arrived in Cresolon, the battle within the city was already drawing to a close.

It was more like a one-sided mopping-up operation than a battle.

Faced with the incomparably sharp sword light, all the low-blooded dragonborn soldiers in Dragon City, from ordinary low-blooded dragonborn soldiers to pure-blooded gold-ranked dragonborn soldiers, were powerless to fight back.

Even with the all-pervasive divine sense, hiding became a luxury, and they were quickly found and killed one by one by the sword light.

As Anton slowly descended from the sky, the final sword light completed its mission, pulling out a dragonborn officer who was trying to escape through a secret passage from the city. With a flick of the sword, the officer was reduced to a cloud of blood mist.

Anton stood in front of the main gate of Dragon City, his gaze sweeping over this colossal structure that had dominated the Eldron Plain for thousands of years.

The walls of Krethoron City are hundreds of meters high, built from whole blocks of dark red granite, and their surfaces are covered with dense defensive runes.

Most of the runes were now dim and lifeless, with only a few scattered spots still retaining faint magical fluctuations, like candles flickering in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

Every few dozen meters along the city wall stood an arrow tower, its body inlaid with massive crossbows and magic projectiles.

Those fortifications that once instilled fear in countless attackers were now deserted, with only the whistling of the wind through the firing ports, like the sighs of the dead.

With a thought, Anton unleashed a burst of sword light around him.

The Northern Darkness True Water surged silently, crashing violently against the city gate with immense power.

At the same time, sixty-three sword lights shot into the sky from within the city, hurtling towards the same direction from the inside.

Under attack from both inside and outside, the defensive magic array, which was almost useless without the spellcaster to maintain it, shattered with a roar.

The sixty-four sword lights converged in the air, silently merging into one, and returned to Anton's side.

A flash of sword light enveloped his body, and he silently swept into the city.

After passing through the doorway, a bright and open space suddenly appeared before me.

Unlike the bustling, lively atmosphere of Azurewater Harbor, the interior layout of Cresolon City, like its city walls, exudes a cold and rigid order.

The architectural styles along the way were so uniform that they were almost rigid.

The square outline, thick stone walls, and narrow windows made it look like a military camp carved from the same mold.

There are no shop signs, no residents drying their laundry, and no children playing; only cold stones, silent eaves, and the ubiquitous dragon emblem carved on every cornerstone.

Everything here is more spacious and magnificent than Bishui Port, but it lacks any of the vibrant atmosphere of a city.

It doesn't resemble a place for people to live in; it's more like a huge monument built to demonstrate military power.

Along the way, one could see vassal tribes scattering and fleeing everywhere.

Anton ignored them.

His divine sense had already covered the entire Dragon City, and he easily found the warehouse where the resources were stored.

The sword light flashed through the city, passing through numerous corridors and passageways, and soon arrived at its destination.

The warehouse was located near the inner fortress, below the inner fortress where Isaac lived.

The so-called warehouse was actually an extremely vast underground space.

The dome hangs high, estimated to be over twenty meters high, and is supported by dozens of thick stone pillars.

The stone pillars were covered with reinforcement runes and anti-detection runes, densely packed and layered, isolating the entire underground space from the outside world.

The walls are inlaid with thousands of light-emitting stones, illuminating every inch of the space as if it were daytime.

Rows of metal shelves are neatly arranged, stretching from the ground to the ceiling, like bookshelves in a library, cutting the underground space into a network of crisscrossing passages.

The shelves were piled high with all sorts of items.

Magical metals, rare ores, magical plants, magical beast pelts, gems of all colors, magical scrolls, magical items... a dazzling array that is hard to look away from.

Deep inside, there were even small mountains of gold coins piled up, reflecting dazzling golden light under the illumination of the light source stone, like a miniature golden mountain range.

This is the accumulation of thousands of years in Kreisor Dragon City.

Anton stood between the shelves, his gaze slowly sweeping over his surroundings, and let out a long sigh of relief.

While I was overjoyed, I also felt a little helpless.

The amount of resources that Kreisoron City had extracted from the Eldron Plains over thousands of years was far greater than he had previously anticipated.

Even though he carried three Qiankun bags, they couldn't possibly hold all the things here.

The internal space of the Qiankun Bag far exceeds that of an ordinary dimensional ring, but it still seems inadequate in the face of this underground warehouse.

"It seems I need to learn a spatial technique."

Anton pondered to himself.

Shaking his head, he didn't dwell on it. He took out a communication talisman from his storage bag, activated it, and asked the clan to send someone over. Then he turned around, left the underground warehouse, and returned to the surface of Dragon City.

As he walked out of the city gate, he happened to see two figures riding on giant eagles coming from afar.

They were the two legendary powerhouses he had noticed on the battlefield.

The giant eagle slowly descended to the ground, and a human and an elf leaped off its back.

Grant's gaze lingered on Anton for a moment, then moved over his shoulder to look at Dragon City behind him.

Inside the city gate, the dark red bloodstains had not yet dried.

The air was thick with the stench of blood, mixed with the smell of sulfur and rust, wafting out from the city gate.

The interior was deathly silent, with no trace of the dragon's presence.

Looking at the scene before him, Grant knew perfectly well that his guess had come true.

Anton actually killed the Shining Dragon in Dragon City from more than 200 kilometers away!

Such a powerful and unbelievable method is simply unheard of.

Alicia's eyes also showed shock, and her gaze towards Anton was full of astonishment.

How did a small, weak clan, residing in a corner of the Eldron Plains, manage to cultivate such a genius?

"Since the Dragon Court suppressed all races and built Dragon Cities in various places, there has never been a case of a Dragon City being destroyed, or even the guardian dragon perishing."

Grant's voice carried a hint of emotion, but more than that, it was filled with an indescribable excitement.

He looked intently at Anton, his eyes filled with undisguised admiration and curiosity. "You are the first person I've heard of in nearly ten thousand years to kill a dragon."

He paused, his expression turning serious.

"My name is Grant Hayes, one of the five pillars of the Meteor Dragon Society."

Alicia nodded slightly to Anton, her voice clear yet polite: "Alicia, also one of the five pillars of the Meteor Dragon Society."

Anton's eyes flickered slightly, and he thought to himself, "Just as I thought."

In fact, from the moment he noticed the two on the battlefield, he had a vague idea of ​​their identities.

At this point in time, the legendary powerhouses who would appear on the Eldron Plains and harbor no ill will towards the Silvermoon Clan are extremely rare.

Add to that the iconic two-handed greatsword on Grant's back, and Alicia's elven identity, and the answer is almost obvious.

Looking at the human and the elf before him, Anton couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

In this era, the five pillars of the Meteor Dragon Society can be considered extremely crucial figures.

In some ways, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call him the protagonist.

They single-handedly created the Meteor Dragon Society, which has been a rival to the Dragon Court for hundreds of years.

Although it failed to inflict substantial damage on the Dragon Court, it sowed the seeds of resistance among various races, laying the groundwork for the later widespread rebellion.

The five of them came from five major races other than the Dragon Clan, and were also core figures in the top forces of their respective races.

For example, Grant.

He came from the Freedom Alliance and was mentored by Albert, the Alliance's renowned guardian.

Although he had no noble title, no family background, and did not hold any public office in the alliance.

However, his position in the Free City Alliance was exceptionally special.

His teacher, Albert, guarded the Alliance for four or five centuries, leaving behind a vast network of connections spanning politics, the military, business, and the Adventurers' Guild.

After Albert's death, these connections and resources naturally transferred to Grant.

He is the continuation of the legend of the previous generation, and a living legend in the hearts of countless young adventurers and warriors of the Alliance.

Needless to say, Alicia is another story.

She holds the most prestigious title in the Emerald Court, "Sacred Star," and is the youngest elf in the history of the Emerald Court to receive this title.

Although not a member of the royal family, her exceptional talent and pure pursuit of truth have led her to be regarded as one of the future leaders within the royal court.

Both of them wielded immense influence over their respective factions.

The other three pillars are in a similar situation.

In the original history, after Grant killed the dragon, exposing the weakness of the dragon race, it was through the tireless mediation of the Five Star Pillars that the five major races joined forces to form a coalition of all races and launched an unprecedented counterattack against the Dragon Court, thus setting the countdown to the Dragon Court's destruction.

They were the rebels, the pioneers, and the ones who ignited the flames.

They are also the true protagonists of this era.

Seeing the two "protagonists" appear in front of him, Anton's feelings were complicated.

Especially since he had just stolen Grant's first kill, changing the opponent's original fate.

Does this count as stealing the protagonist's luck?