Elven cultivators

Chapter 86 Exile

It was late autumn in the year 9310 of the Dawn Calendar.

On the official road leading to Bishui Port, a convoy was slowly traveling south.

Merchants and caravans along the way who saw this convoy hurriedly moved aside to make way for it, fearing they might offend the other party.

Simply because this is a team from Cresolon.

At the head of the convoy, four dragonborn cavalrymen rode side by side.

The horses they rode were not ordinary horses, but a type of dragon beast called "Firemane Beast".

The Firemane Beast is nearly three meters long and over 1.8 meters tall at the shoulder, making it larger than even the most robust warhorse.

These dragon beasts possess an extremely thin bloodline of dragons, making them stronger and more enduring than ordinary horses. They also have a natural resistance to blood and fire, making them the most beloved mounts of the dragon race.

Of course, because of that trace of dragon blood, the Firemane Beast is much more irritable than an ordinary horse. Apart from dragons who have a natural advantage in bloodline suppression, other races find it difficult to control.

Following the four dragonborn cavalrymen were two lines of vassal soldiers advancing on foot, all of them Greyscale people.

These creatures, covered in gray scales and with long, thin limbs, are the main infantry force of Kresol Dragon City.

In the center of the convoy, a black carriage moved slowly.

Inside the carriage, Marcus leaned back on the soft animal skin cushions, closing his eyes to rest.

He was tall and robust, towering over the average person even when sitting.

Dark red scales spread across his cheekbones, extending all the way to behind his ears. On his head were two short, thick dragon horns that extended diagonally backward from the sides of his forehead, their horn dense and fine.

These are all proof that he has an extremely high concentration of dragon blood in his body.

In fact, Marcus himself is one of the rare pure-blooded dragons.

It was precisely because of this that he was able to climb to the position of a high-ranking dragonborn officer in Cresol Dragon City.

Of course, this is also inseparable from his Gold-level strength.

The carriage suddenly jolted as its wheels rolled over a protruding rock, causing the carriage to tilt slightly and interrupting Marcus's closed-eye meditation.

He opened his eyes, a hint of irritation flashing in his vertical pupils.

He hated this job.

The thought of Biyue Harbor, a place where inferior races lived together, made him want to vomit.

He, a noble descendant of dragons, was actually going there to deal with a group of inferior races.

This is an insult to him.

But he had no choice but to obey the orders of the consuls.

His situation in Dragon City has become delicate since that incident eight years ago.

Even though quite some time has passed, Marcus still can't help but feel a surge of anger when he recalls that memory.

In Kreisor Dragon City, it is common for high-ranking military officers to mobilize vassal armies. As long as it does not affect the overall defense of Dragon City, the governors usually turn a blind eye.

The problem is, he messed things up.

The Stoneskin Troll army sent to support the Molten Thorn tribe was completely wiped out; not a single one returned.

The Molten Thorn tribe was also wiped out by the combined forces of the Silvermoon Clan and Grayrock Fortress.

Those pointed-eared and short-statured individuals joined forces to uproot the chess pieces he had cultivated in the wasteland for decades.

All the resources he invested in the Molten Thorn tribe, including the precious extraordinary magical item, the Sun Emblem, went down the drain.

Marcus was shocked and furious upon hearing the news.

If Zhuogu hadn't already died in battle, he would have torn that guy to pieces.

They had such a huge advantage, yet they still lost to the Silvermoon Clan. They're utterly useless!

The losses suffered by the Stoneskin Troll army cast a shadow over Marcus's otherwise bright future.

In Kreisoron, although vassal armies are not highly valued, they are still military resources that cannot be easily lost.

Given Marcus's position, he was unlikely to be severely punished, but the officials' opinion of him inevitably declined.

He originally had a good chance of being promoted to consul, but now he's just glad to keep his current position.

Those who had initially favored him turned their attention to others, and his former colleagues, who had once fawned over him, began to distance themselves from him.

Due to covert attacks from competitors, his situation in Longcheng has not been good in recent years.

Now he has been assigned to Bishui Port.

Officially, it was to "investigate the Meteor Dragon Society's attack and take command," but in reality, everyone could see that it was exile.

Thinking about this, Marcus was filled with rage.

It's all that damned Silvermoon Clan's fault!

And there's Gray Rock Fortress!

If it weren't for them, I wouldn't be in this situation now!

However, considering that the officials were already dissatisfied with him, creating further complications at this time would only worsen his situation.

Moreover, the city lord's sudden departure has caused some chaos throughout Dragon City.

At this critical juncture, any rash action could lead to unpredictable consequences.

Therefore, he could only suppress his hatred for the time being and wait for the right opportunity to take revenge.

"Let you be smug for a while."

Marcus took a deep breath and suppressed the anger rising in his chest.

Once he has established himself in Biyue Harbor and properly handled the affairs of the Meteor Dragon Society, he can slowly deal with those pointy-eared and short guys.

Let them know what it means to offend a pure-blooded dragon.

The rumbling sound of the wheels on the road suddenly changed rhythm, from a dull "rumble" to a crisp "clatter," indicating that the convoy had moved from the dirt road in the wasteland onto the stone-paved road on the outskirts of Bishui Port.

Marcus lifted a corner of the curtain and looked outside.

In the distance, the city walls of Bishui Port are already faintly visible.

A large crowd seemed to have gathered in front of the city gate, with flags fluttering and orderly ranks.

Marcus sneered and lowered the curtains.

Those inferior races, however, know how to put on a show.

......

Bishui Harbor, South Gate.

The midday sun peeked through the gaps in the clouds, gilding the city wall with a layer of gold.

The area in front of the city gate had been cleared, and the long queues that should have formed to enter the city were nowhere to be seen. Instead, there were rows of soldiers in full gear standing in formation.

At the very front of the line stood more than ten people.

Apart from three dragon-blooded officers clad in armor, the rest were middle-aged or elderly men dressed in either luxurious or proper attire.

If anyone familiar with the Blue Water Council were here, they would find that, apart from the deceased Everett, all eleven remaining members of the Blue Water Council are present.

These big shots, who usually wield great power in Bishui Port, now stood respectfully in front of the city gate, with perfectly measured smiles on their faces, their eyes fixed on the north, awaiting the arrival of distinguished guests.

No one complained, and no one showed any dissatisfaction.

At least not on the surface.

Speaker Aldrich stood at the front. He was over seventy years old, with gray hair and a thin face, but his back was still straight and his gaze was calm and steady.

As the Speaker of the Council of Bluewater Harbor for more than 30 years, he has seen too many Dragonborn officers come and go, and has experienced too many similar "welcoming ceremonies".

Each time is pretty much the same.

The dragonborn officer arrived with an air of superiority, followed by a period of "cooperation" that could be long or short, and finally ended with the dragonborn officer leaving with his achievements.

The only difference is that this time, a pure-blooded dragon descendant has arrived, and he is a high-ranking military officer.

This means that things won't be easy for Bishui Port for some time to come.

Aldridge sighed inwardly, but remained outwardly calm.

Before long, the convoy arrived at the city gate.

The three dragonborn officers immediately stepped forward, ready to greet their future superiors.

They approached the carriage, bowed slightly, and acted respectfully.

Marcus drew back the curtains and whispered a few words to the three dragonborn officers, his face expressionless.

Then, the curtains were drawn, the carriage started moving again, and it went straight through the city gate and into Bishui Harbor.

Marcus did not get out of the car from beginning to end, nor did he even glance at the members of parliament who had been waiting for a long time in the cold wind.

At the city gate, all was deathly silent.

The lawmakers had various expressions.

"Speaker, this..."

A younger member of parliament looked at Aldrich, his tone clearly showing displeasure.

Aldridge raised his hand to stop him, took a deep breath, and put on a smile again.

"Lord Marcus must be tired from his journey, it's understandable that you don't want to linger at the city gate," he said calmly. "Let's go straight to the city hall."

After saying that, he boarded the carriage that was parked not far away and headed into the city.

The congressmen looked at each other, remained silent for a moment, and then followed.

When Aldridge arrived at City Hall with the councilors, Marcus was already seated in the second-floor reception room, unceremoniously occupying the head seat at the long table.

Several dragon-descended officers were seated to the lower seat.

Seeing this, the councilors dared not say anything more and took their seats.

The reception room fell silent.

Marcus leaned back in his chair, his gaze sweeping over everyone present, and spoke coldly.

"Have you caught the murderer who killed the three of us high-blooded beings, as well as Everett?"

Aldridge hesitated slightly before speaking cautiously, "Lord Marcus, the attackers are acting very cautiously, and we are still investigating with all our might..."

Marcus scoffed coldly, interrupting him.

"Go all out to investigate?" Marcus looked coldly at Aldrich, his vertical pupils full of sarcasm. "Chairman Aldrich, the Meteor Dragon Society has launched attacks more than once over the years, but so far you have only captured a few useless henchmen, and gained nothing else."

"What exactly are you investigating with all your might?"

Aldridge quickly explained, "Lord Marcus, those people from the Meteor Dragon Society are indeed very cunning, we..."

"Alright."

Marcus raised his hand to interrupt him, his tone tinged with impatience.

"I didn't come here to hear your explanations."

"From today onwards, I will personally oversee Azurewater Harbor until the Meteor Dragon Society is completely eradicated."

"During this period, I will take over all defense of Bishui Port. Your council's job is to cooperate with my investigation and provide all the resources and manpower I need."

He stood up, looking down at the assembled members of parliament, his gaze sweeping around them.

"Does anyone have any objections?"

The reception room remained silent.

No one dared to speak.

Aldrich sighed inwardly, but was the first to express his support: "Rest assured, sir, the council will fully cooperate."

Other members of parliament echoed these sentiments.

Marcus observed everyone's reactions and sneered inwardly.

He knew, of course, that some of these people were unwilling.

But so what?

Faced with absolute power, one has no choice but to endure it, even if one is unwilling.

Marcus said no more and turned to walk out of the reception room.

Several dragon-descended officers quickly got up and followed.

After leaving the reception room, Marcus headed straight for the garrison camp in the port area.

He wanted to take over the forces stationed at Biyue Port as soon as possible, and then take the initiative to expose the treacherous rats of the Meteor Dragon Society who only dared to launch sneak attacks from the shadows and dared not confront them head-on.

Once he has completely eradicated the Meteor Dragon Society, he can return to Dragon City in glory with his achievements.

At that time, the rulers will regain their trust and appreciation for him.

As for the Silvermoon Clan and Grayrock Fortress...

A cold glint flashed in Marcus's eyes.

It's not too late to deal with them slowly after the matter of Bishui Port has settled down.