Red Dragon, but chosen by all four gods

On a hill, three beautiful young women, dressed in gorgeous clothes, gathered together. They sang in unison, but no sound came out.

At the foot of the hill, the black dragon Lucius encountered the blue dragon Edmund. The two exchanged a glance and then hid themselves.

The former arrived here with two of the women, while the latter found it following the instructions in the letter about "The Silent Song".

When the two dragonborn met, their dragon lord was naturally not far off.

On another hill in the distance, the black dragon Faldom and the blue dragon Magron sat side by side, gazing at the situation in the distance.

"We weren't very lucky. If someone else had been in charge of contacting the Mortal Dragonborn, we could have captured people from both outposts at once," Faldom said.

Maglen flicked his tail in agreement: "Yes, my dragonborn was chasing the 'Silent Song,' originally to coordinate with Morthal's side, but unexpectedly it directly overlapped with your side's clues."

"The 'Silent Song' is what those three mortals are singing? What is it?"

"The so-called 'Silent Song' is a kind of magic with weak magical fluctuations. It's somewhat like musical magic passed down from memory. Bards in the Golden Age would use this method to attract attention. It's not a powerful magic."

Maglen explained.

"It's not exactly powerful magic, but there are still some differences."

Furdom sensed it carefully. Although she was not good at magic, her unique "gift" made her mental senses more acute.

"This magic is very effective at disrupting the mind; mortals should be easily affected."

"Furthermore, this spell contains too little magic power; it seems to be performed by directly consuming mental energy, and even mortals can use it."

Ferdom pondered deeply.

"Mortals... The group of little girls that the Mortal dragonborn encountered may have been bewitched by them."

"What?" Maglen didn't expect Ferdom to suddenly bring this up.

The black dragon is more fond of scheming and plotting than the green dragon, so when faced with any information, she will put herself in the enemy's shoes and think about what they would do if they were the enemy.

Her first thought was to let mortals use this magic.

It's difficult to find, and there's hardly any trace of it yet.

At this time, Faldom was unaware of the situation on the rebel side.

But she instinctively felt that this deduction should be quite important, and perhaps it could help her win back some ground in front of her brother.

"It's nothing, it has nothing to do with the current situation. Look, the dragonborn of Mortal has arrived."

Maglen shifted his gaze back to the distant hills and saw a small figure climbing towards the summit at the foot of the hill.

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Corleone walked nervously toward the top of the mountain.

He was a little nervous.

He knew very well that he was no match for the other dragonborn.

He was not good at fighting, and even undergoing modification surgery was a difficult task for him.

However, Corleone's nervousness stemmed not from fear, but from excitement.

Four or five years have passed since his family died and he left Ridholo village with a sickle.

Although he was engaged in production and planting work within the Golden Dragon Court, he had always performed exceptionally well.

But deep down, he always believed that he was a dragonborn warrior and that he had to kill all the enemies who threatened his family!

This was his first opportunity to appear on the battlefield as a dragonborn warrior.

Therefore, he gripped the scythe at his waist with all his might, and the images of watching the Red Dragonborn's training techniques during his spare time kept replaying in his mind.

Soon, he reached the top of the mountain and saw three beautiful women singing.

The three women were somewhat puzzled when they saw Corleone arrive.

The leader, Melly, asked, "You are a dragonborn warrior of the Azure Dragon Lord. Has the Azure Dragon Lord arrived yet?"

As she spoke, she looked around at the night sky surrounding the hill.

Unfortunately, the enormous figure she had hoped for did not appear.

Little Corleone declared loudly, "I come on behalf of the Dragon Lord. You can explain your cooperation methods to me!"

Upon hearing this, all three women frowned slightly.

They were already somewhat uneasy because their letter had been returned by the Dragonborn without any reply, and they didn't know what the Green Dragon was planning.

They assumed that the green dragon was afraid of being discovered by the golden dragon, which was why it dared not leave any traces. They comforted each other with this thought and eagerly began sending signals that very night.

As it turned out, only the dragonborn of the green dragons came, which disappointed them somewhat.

So, Mary crouched down and spoke to Corleone at eye level:

"I deeply regret that the Azure Dragon Lord cannot come, but we have a way to remove the shackles from the True Dragon. Could we please invite the Azure Dragon Lord to come and meet us?"

Instead of answering her directly, young Corleone continued, following Morthal's instructions:

"What price do you want?"

Upon hearing this, Mary hesitated for a moment, then a look of joy immediately appeared on her brow.

Unlike the violent red dragon, the green dragon often makes various evil deals with mortals as long as it can achieve its goal.

Since you asked about the price, it means you agreed.

Melly knew that at this moment, she couldn't say anything about no cost, even if they really disdained the price a young dragon could pay.

Green Dragon is inherently suspicious; he cannot gain the trust of others through transactions that come without any cost.

However, the Green Dragon would never agree to a price that is too direct, such as directly rebelling against the Golden Dragon.

Therefore, the price must be very reasonable for the deal to succeed.

And these areas not described in the "script" are the tiny blank spaces where she can "create".

Behind her, Maib and Miriel also understood this and cast envious glances at her.

"Our goal is to overthrow the Golden Dragon's hypocritical justice and restore freedom to this land."

Meryl carefully chose her words, saying, "Three days from now, a rebellion against the Golden Dragon will break out in this region, but there are still many stubborn people who would rather remain slaves to the Golden Dragon than be free."

"Could you please ask the Azure Dragon Lord to plant seeds of deadly poison, nipping these people in the bud before they rebel?"

"Of course, this rebellion will also serve as cover."

"Our masters will be mixed in with the rebellion. As long as the Azure Dragon Lord can show himself, we can meet with our masters during the rebellion, remove their shackles, and regain our freedom."

Having said that, Mary awaited Corleone's reply.

Little Corleone touched the scythe at his waist with some disappointment, then nodded without saying a word and turned away.

He then descended the mountain and left.

The three of them, including Meili, exchanged glances, feeling somewhat uneasy once again.

They had no idea what the green dragon was thinking.

After some thought, they unanimously agreed that the green dragon had accepted their proposal.

The script for "harpists" is almost always correct; they only need to follow the steps and "dance".