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"Wow, you're so cool!" Link couldn't help but exclaim sincerely.

Look at its metallic, reflective muscle lines; every inch exudes power. Its deep blue eyes are like a profound lake, seemingly concealing endless secrets.

Handsome! He's so handsome you can't take your eyes off him!

But a thought suddenly popped into Link's mind: was this dragon male or female?

He looked at the steel dragon with curiosity, trying to find some clues from its appearance.

Just as Link was about to circle around to the back of the Steel Dragon to find out what was going on, a black-bladed assassin suddenly appeared behind him silently and handed him the information that Krend Garive had sent wolf bandits.

The black-knife assassin was dressed in a black bodysuit, his face covered by a veil, revealing only a pair of sharp eyes.

"Heh, wolf bandits, huh?" Link sneered, handing the letter back to the black-knife assassin.

Looking at the steel dragon in front of him, he suddenly became very interested: "Little dragon, are you hungry? I'll take you out for a big meal?"

"hold head high--?"

The steel dragon tilted its head, and a human-like look of confusion appeared in its blue eyes.

It didn't seem to understand what Link was saying, but it still let out a soft call, as if in response to him.

124. The Might of the Ancient Dragon

Beyond the North lies a vast plain and rolling hills, still quite a distance from the Sipplet River.

At this moment, a cavalry unit clad in black armor was advancing swiftly like an arrow, taking advantage of the fine, continuous spring rain.

The sound of horses' hooves echoed in the rain, breaking the tranquility.

They were no ordinary cavalrymen, for they rode not ordinary horses, but a kind of magical beast called a warg.

These dire wolves are enormous and exude a wild aura.

From their cub stage, they were assigned to their respective soldiers, who carefully tamed and fed them by hand.

The soldiers developed a deep bond with the war wolves; they trained and fought together, like inseparable comrades.

Adult dire wolves are more robust and aggressive than ordinary horses.

They are like loyal warriors, able to accurately obey their trainers' commands, pouncing on their enemies like tigers descending a mountain, delivering a fatal blow.

Turning our attention to these cavalrymen riding on their dire wolves, a closer look reveals that their equipment is extremely sophisticated.

The armor, like tightly stacked fish scales, shimmered with a cold light in the rain; the sharp blade in his hand reflected the cold light, as if it could cut through all obstacles in the world.

Most strikingly, a lifelike wolf head is carved on their right chest, as if to signify their status and honor.

This is undoubtedly a high-quality set of armor and weapons!

It should be noted that on the continent of Statira, iron smelting technology was still in a relatively backward stage, far from being comparable to the technological level of the previous life. Even the dwarves and goblins, who were known for their superb skills, could not gain a significant advantage in this regard.

Therefore, skilled craftsmen, whether blacksmiths or armor makers, became valuable strategic resources.

As long as their skills are decent, they can live a wealthy and stable life in the castles of the top nobles or in prosperous cities.

However, at this moment, in a place not far from the northern border, such an elite wolf rider legion has appeared, which obviously hides an unknown secret.

"Brother, are we really going to the North this time? I heard that Link is no ordinary person; he has several powerful female knights under his command..."

At the very front of the wolf rider column, a burly figure lowered his voice and asked the leading wolf rider leader a question.

The burly figure rode a tall dire wolf, a hint of worry on his face.

The leader of the wolf cavalry was surrounded by a powerful battle aura, which even dispersed the dripping rain.

He was tall, with a stern face and an air of authority in his eyes.

He spoke slowly, his voice low and firm: "Zetton, you must remember, since we gained the support of the First Prince, we have had no other choice."

"But..." The burly figure known as Jetton seemed to want to say something more, but was ruthlessly interrupted.

"No buts. Never underestimate the nobility, especially the royal family. Even if we are the fearsome wolf bandits, in their eyes we are nothing more than worms that can be crushed at any time."

Holmes turned and stared at Jaden, his cold eyes faintly bloodshot, as if burning with flames of anger and resentment.

He was well aware of his own fate and that of his wolf bandits. Although they now possessed great strength and excellent equipment, in the eyes of those nobles, they were still just tools.

But in order to survive, they had no choice but to obey the eldest prince's orders.

“Don’t forget who gave us everything we have now. Since they can give it so easily, they can also take it back just as easily.” Holmes’s voice carried a hint of helplessness and sorrow.

"Yes, Brother Holmes." Jaden lowered his head and replied in a low voice, a sinister glint flashing in his restrained pupils.

He knew Holmes's thoughts perfectly well: before he had absolute power, he must not turn against those demons in human skin.

But he still felt resentful, because he clearly understood that no matter how much they struggled, they were ultimately just hyenas kept by others, and could never escape their fate of being controlled.

They are like chess pieces on a chessboard, only able to act according to the wishes of others, unable to control their own destiny.

As they talked and sped towards the northern border like a whirlwind, the sky suddenly darkened, as if shrouded in a huge black curtain.

The fine drizzle, which had been as soft as cow's hair, instantly turned into large raindrops that pelted down with a pattering sound.

A fierce wind howled all around, making the tree branches rustle wildly, as if trembling in fear at this sudden change.

The wolf bandits tightened their reins, struggling to control the dire wolves' movements. The dire wolves sensed this powerful force and became somewhat restless.

"What happened? How did it get so dark so suddenly..."

The sudden storm left Holmes and the others puzzled, their brows furrowed and their eyes filled with confusion.

They didn't know whether it was a natural phenomenon or the work of some powerful force.

But then, the dire wolves they were riding suddenly stopped galloping, as if they had been greatly frightened, and began to paw at the ground with their front hooves.

The dire wolves let out low growls, their eyes filled with fear.

"What's going on? Why aren't we moving forward!"

Holmes slapped the head of the dire wolf beneath him hard and shouted.

He was filled with anger and unease, not knowing what was going on.

However, the dire wolf beneath him did not continue forward; instead, it began to tremble violently, its limbs constantly moving backward, as if there was an incredibly terrifying presence ahead.

Its once fierce eyes were now filled with fear and despair.

"What's wrong with you, buddy?"

Holmes, as the leader of the wolf bandits, was filled with astonishment.

The dire wolf beneath him was the strongest and fiercest wolf king among all dire wolves, usually majestic and fearless even when facing high-level magical beasts. But now, it was trembling with fear and retreating repeatedly, which was extremely abnormal.

Some of the dire wolves in the group were so frightened that they urinated and trembled, seemingly unaware of what they were afraid of.

They seemed to feel a fear from the depths of their souls, unable to control their behavior.

What on earth is going on?!

Holmes was filled with doubt and unease, his brows furrowed tightly.

He looked around, trying to find the source of his fear, but to no avail.

However, Holmes's doubts did not last long.

Soon, what appeared before him made his eyes widen instantly, filled with fear and regret. He began to regret his journey to the Northern Territory.

That was a dragon, a creature that only exists in legends and myths!

It was enormous, exuding a chilling aura, with each scale shimmering with a mysterious and cold light.

The light seemed to come from another world, making it impossible to look directly at it.

"You are the wolf bandits?"

Link, standing atop the steel dragon's back, raised an eyebrow slightly as his sharp gaze, like a sword, fixed on the wolf rider formation emerging from the horizon. The lifelike wolf emblem on the enemy's breastplate was clearly reflected in his pupils.

His voice echoed in the gale, full of majesty and domineering power.

The Wolf Thieves are a well-known name in the human kingdom.

Rumors say they were incredibly audacious, committing arson, murder, and looting, leaving devastation in their wake, like a nightmare. They were like a group of demons, bringing endless suffering and disaster to the people.

"It seems the rumors were untrue! At least, you weren't bold enough."

Link squinted, clearly sensing the deep fear in the hearts of the wolf riders before him, a fear that spread like a tide.

Indeed, under the immense pressure of the ancient dragon, how many people could stand tall and remain calm?

He looked at the terrified expressions on the wolf bandits' faces, his heart filled with disdain.

"Little Dragon, kill them all, leave no one alive."

Link gently patted the steel dragon's big head, then gracefully leaped off its back and landed steadily on the ground.

"hold head high--!!!"

Having received the command, the steel dragon spread its enormous wings and let out a loud and awe-inspiring roar, as if it were about to tear the entire world apart.

Those deep blue eyes revealed a ferocious look, like a demon from hell.

"call--"

With a sudden flap of its massive wings, the steel dragon instantly created a series of tornadoes that swept towards the wolf bandits with overwhelming force!

The tornadoes resembled giant dragons, leaving sand and stones flying wherever they passed, as if the end of the world had arrived.

“Run—!!!”

Holmes shouted, his voice filled with fear and despair, then turned and ran for his life.

He knew perfectly well that they had no chance of winning against this giant dragon.

What a joke!

He clearly saw that there was a person standing on the back of the dragon just now, and that person, he had seen the portrait before, was none other than Link, the lord who now rules the entire Northern Territory, the one that the eldest prince wanted them to kill!

He never expected that Link would be a dragon knight; this was completely beyond his expectations!

"That guy is a dragon knight! Damn it!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the dire wolf's rear end was violently blown off the ground by the oncoming tornado.

The dire wolf howled in terror, its two sharp claws digging tightly into the trunk of the giant tree, trying to avoid being sucked away by the tornado.

In the end, the giant tree was uprooted and spun helplessly in the tornado.

The wolf bandits struggled in the tornado, trying to find a chance to survive, but all their efforts were in vain.

Where those tornadoes passed, only bare ground remained, as if a giant hand had ruthlessly wiped away all life.

In the eye of the raging storm, the steel dragon flapped its massive wings, like a king of the storm, looking down on everything before it, exuding a chilling majesty.

Its eyes were filled with disdain and indifference, as if these wolf bandits were nothing more than a bunch of insignificant ants.

The outcome of this battle was predetermined from the very beginning.

The wolf bandits were utterly powerless against the steel dragon's overwhelming strength. Their fate was like that of a leaf swept away by a tornado, left to the mercy of destiny.

Link stood aside, watching all this quietly, without a trace of pity in his heart.

He knew that in this dog-eat-dog world, only the strong could survive.

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In an instant, the steel dragon suddenly unleashed a powerful aura, with howling winds, like a ferocious beast roaring in anger, raging wildly across everything around it.

Where the gale swept through, the once lush forest was instantly leveled.

The sturdy trees were uprooted, their branches and leaves torn to shreds, leaving behind a scene of utter devastation, as if they had just survived an apocalyptic catastrophe.

The wolf bandits had no time to react to the sudden attack and were blown into the sky to be slashed by the wind blades.

Their bodies were scattered haphazardly on the ground, some mutilated, some mangled and bloodied, like wreckage left after a raging storm, a truly gruesome sight.

After circling in the air a few times, the steel dragon slowly descended and landed steadily in front of Link.

It gently shook its huge head and let out two low, soft cries, the sound of which seemed to carry a hint of pride, as if it were showing off to Link.

"Well done, Little Dragon!"