Elven cultivators

Chapter 91 The Mindset of Looking Down

Azure Harbor, Misty Tavern.

In an inconspicuous room on the second floor.

Scott sat by the window, sipping a glass of cloudy ale and peering through the crack in the window at the street scene outside.

Beside the wooden table, the orc Bazel was engrossed in devouring a whole roasted lamb, its skin glistening with golden oil.

Beside him, Hydravorn's three heads were also busy with their own tasks.

The head on the left was intently gnawing on a roasted lamb leg, the head in the middle was dealing with a plate of fried fish, and the head on the right would occasionally peek over Bazel's plate and steal a piece of meat, its movements so practiced that it was clearly not the first time it had done this.

The three heads had a clear division of labor and worked together seamlessly, making them even more efficient at eating than Bazel.

After a hearty meal, Barzel and Vaughn wiped their mouths contentedly and slumped in their chairs, rubbing their stomachs.

"Speaking of which, Scott, when are we going to get out of here?" Vaughn asked lazily from the left side of his head.

"Yeah, I've been in this room for almost a month now, and I can't leave even for a moment. I'm about to suffocate," the head on the right chimed in.

"I want to bask in the sun." The middle head tilted its head back, looking up at the ceiling, as if trying to see the sky outside through the wooden planks.

Scott put down his glass, glanced at Vaughn, and said irritably, "Hold on. Things are getting tense outside. If you run out now, you'll just be asking those dragonborn to catch you."

Ever since that dragonborn officer named Marcus arrived at Bluewater Harbor, the winds of change in the city have shifted overnight.

The Dragonborn took over the city's defenses, and the Dragonborn garrison and guards were mobilized in full force, searching for members of the Fallen Dragon Society like mad dogs.

The search and arrest efforts are far more intense than before.

Despite their best efforts, several of their companions were still arrested.

In light of this, orders were given from above to have everyone lie low for the time being and only resurface after the storm had passed.

So for the time being, they have been hiding in the Misty Tavern and rarely go out.

Although Vaughn wasn't the brightest, he still knew what was important and shut up reluctantly upon hearing this.

Just then, a commotion suddenly came from downstairs, as if many people were making a fuss.

Scott frowned and looked at the floor.

The Misty Tavern is certainly not a quiet place, but it's usually only this noisy at night. It's still broad daylight, so not many drunkards would come here to drink and cause trouble.

What happened?

"There seem to be a lot of people downstairs," Vaughn said first, his left head full of curiosity.

"It sounds lively." The right ear of the head perked up, trying to catch the sounds downstairs.

"I'll go take a look!" The one with the most straightforward head in the middle said, and was about to jump off the chair.

"sit down."

Scott reacted quickly, grabbing Vaughn by the shoulder and shoving him back into his chair.

"What's wrong?" The three heads simultaneously showed displeasure. "I just went to take a look, I'm not going to cause any trouble."

Scott pointed expressionlessly at Vaughn's body: "Going out looking like that is no different from walking into a trap."

"I only have three illusion scrolls left. I don't have any extra scrolls for you to waste. You stay here and I'm going downstairs to check."

The three heads looked down at their bodies covered in dark green scales, then at their thick, serpentine tails, and reluctantly agreed.

Because of his very distinctive appearance, he is quite "famous" in Bishui Port.

If they were to appear openly in the outside world, it wouldn't be long before they attracted the attention of the security forces or the Dragonborn army.

Previously, I had used an illusion scroll to change my appearance in order to successfully infiltrate the tavern.

"Fine," Vaughn said sullenly, "then go down and check it out, then come back and tell us."

Scott ignored him, stood up, straightened his coarse cloth coat, opened the door and went out.

His appearance is relatively unremarkable; with a simple disguise, he becomes inconspicuous, making him the most suitable person in the team to go out and gather information.

These days, he's been the one gathering information outside.

As I pushed open the door and stepped outside, the noise from downstairs suddenly became clearer.

Scott descended the narrow staircase, his gaze sweeping discreetly across the hall. Finding neither dragonborn nor guards in sight, he breathed a slight sigh of relief.

As a Gold-ranking individual, he naturally wouldn't be afraid of mere low-blooded dragonborn or guard soldiers. However, if a battle broke out, it would inevitably attract Marcus and the guardian of the Azure Water Council.

He had no confidence in winning against either of the two.

If such a terrible situation were to occur, it is very likely that even Bishui Port would not be able to escape.

After calming himself down, Scott sat down at the bar, ordered a beer from the bartender, and then, while drinking, subtly eavesdropped on the conversations around him.

The lobby on the first floor of the tavern was much livelier than usual.

The dozen or so rough wooden tables and chairs were all occupied by people.

Adventurers, sailors, and merchants of all kinds gathered in twos and threes, their faces showing obvious astonishment and excitement, discussing something animatedly.

As he listened, Scott's expression gradually became extremely strange.

A moment later, he finished the rest of the beer in one gulp and turned to go back upstairs.

The moment he pushed open the door, Vaughn's three heads turned around at the same time, and all six eyes stared at him.

"How is it? What happened downstairs?" the middle-headed man asked impatiently.

Scott closed the door, walked to the table and sat down, his expression somewhat complicated.

"There was an attack on Anvil Keep." Scott said gravely. "The entire military outpost, from the sentry to the ordinary dragonborn soldiers, along with the vassal soldiers, was wiped out."

A brief, deathly silence fell over the room.

Bazel's eyes widened in surprise.

Vaughn's three heads started yelling and screaming.

"Attack a military outpost? Who's so audacious?"

"Exactly, even we've never done something like this before."

"Damn it, someone beat me to it."

Bazel quickly regained his composure and asked in a low voice, "Could it have been someone else in the organization?"

Scott pondered for a moment, then shook his head and said, "It shouldn't be. There are no similar plans from above recently. If there were, they would definitely inform me beforehand."

"Then who could it be?" Bazel scratched his head, looking puzzled.

"I don't know." Scott shook his head, but a figure involuntarily surfaced in his mind.

Vaughn shared the same thought: "Do you think it might be Cang Lanqian?"

Bazel paused for a moment, then slowly nodded.

If it were Canglan, she might actually do something like that.

That night, Canglan left a very deep impression on them.

It wasn't just because of his immense strength and unprecedentedly bizarre fighting methods, but also because of the disdain for the Dragonborn that he revealed in his words and actions.

In this era where dragons rule the continent, the numerous dragon cities scattered throughout the land are like a mountain weighing down on all intelligent races.

The Dragonborn, who are backed by the Dragon Clan and responsible for managing Dragon City, are also objects of fear and dread for all intelligent races.

Even the Fallen Dragon Society, whose goal is to hunt down dragons and their descendants, feels not only hatred and disgust but also deep apprehension when facing dragon descendants.

People like Canglan, who can treat the Dragonborn with a "normal mindset," are extremely rare.

Scott considered himself quite accurate in judging people.

Canglan clearly didn't take the Dragonborn seriously, and he probably didn't even have much fear of the Dragon Clan.

I wonder what his background is that allows him to look down on the Dragonborn in such a way?

"If it really was Canglan who did it," Scott stroked his chin, "then this is very likely just the beginning, and he may very well make another move."

Neither Barzel nor Vaughn refuted this statement.

Given the power Canglan displayed that night, almost no military outposts on the Dragon Fang defense line could withstand him.

If he really did target the military outpost, it's unlikely that he would simply destroy one outpost and call it a day.

In any case, we'll see how things develop from here.

Scott got up, went to the window again, and looked at the somewhat gray sky outside.

After that night, he reported Canglan's information to his superiors and included a suggestion to invite Canglan to join the organization.

However, no response has been given so far.

It's unclear whether they're investigating Canglan's origins or for some other reason.

......

News of the attack on Anvil Keep spread like wildfire throughout the Eldron Plains, causing a huge uproar.

While the previous attack by the Meteor Dragons on the Dragonborn garrison in Azurewater Harbor attracted considerable attention, it was far less shocking than this attack.

After all, Azurewater Harbor is not Dragonborn territory; it is merely an "autonomous" port.

The Dragonborn Garrison is essentially a stationed security force and is not directly related to Dragon City's core defense system.

The military outposts along the Dragon Fang defense line are different.

The Dragonfang Line is a military barrier controlling access to and from the entire Eldron Plains from the city of Kreisor, and is one of the lifelines of the city's ruling system.

Attacking military outposts is tantamount to directly challenging Dragon City's blockade and control over the plains.

The outpost itself represents the deterrent power of Dragon City. Once this deterrent is broken, other oppressed races may see hope for resistance.

This is something that shakes the very foundation of the regime.

Because of the Meteor Dragons' past record, most people subconsciously felt that they were also responsible for the destruction of Anvil Fortress.

Kreisor Dragon City was furious about this and ordered Marcus to deal with the Meteor Dragon Society members in Azurewater Harbor as soon as possible. At the same time, it began to put pressure on all vassal races, demanding that they assist in capturing the Meteor Dragon Society members.

The manhunt for the Meteor Dragon Society gradually spread throughout the entire Eldron Plains.

However, just a few days later, another shocking piece of news arrived.

Following Iron Anvil Fortress, Eagle's Nest Outpost, located in the southern part of the plains, was also completely destroyed.

The deaths of the Dragonborn and vassal race soldiers at the scene were exactly the same as those at Anvil Keep.

Before people could recover from the shock of the news, a third, a fourth, a fifth... military outpost after another were attacked, and the garrison troops were completely wiped out.

In an instant, everyone could feel the impending storm.