A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

“I can only say that your understanding is very superficial,” Nicol Bolas sighed helplessly.

He thought Bray would ask something, but he didn't expect it to be such a whimsical question.

"All the stars are merely reflections of light from the small world outside of Kapras."

“There’s no point in explaining it to you in detail. You just need to understand that reaching for the stars is impossible,” Nicholas said earnestly.

While everyone believed that Kapras was the only world, Nicol Bolas knew that countless other worlds existed.

Those expelled golden races were living in these small worlds.

Of course, this small world is different from the planets we understand, and not only that, the entire system is different.

More specific details require further research by Nicola Pola.

However, He did not intend to discuss this topic with Bray, since Bray would certainly know nothing about it.

Is a single star a world?

“You can understand it that way,” Nicholas responded.

"That idiot's demands are really high..." Bray muttered.

He asked that question because some guy told him he wanted a star.

Bray had thought Nicol Bolas would have a way to retrieve the stars, but now it seems that this goal is unattainable.

Since that's the case, then I won't bring the souvenir from the infatuated woman.

"Could it be that you actually took Naruko's words to heart?" Nicol Bolas easily guessed the reason why Bray asked this question.

Nicolas still remembers Naruko's joke.

I didn't expect Bray to take it seriously, and even be so serious about it.

“Well, I thought there would always be a way,” Bray remarked.

If even Nicol Bolas doesn't know what to do, then only the Gold Saints could possibly achieve something like plucking stars from the sky.

"Wait a minute." Bray's expression suddenly turned grim.

He turned his head to look at an airship flying close to him and Nicol Bolas, and was speechless.

"What's wrong, my ally? Do you have another difficult question to ask?"

"No, are we flying like this so openly and honestly?" Bray looked at the airship and wiped non-existent cold sweat from his forehead.

“It’s alright, the Black Iron race can’t detect our figures.” Nicol Bolas dispelled Bray’s concerns.

Anyone would be astonished to see a guy riding a dragon flying in the sky, and it might even become a rumor.

If it becomes just a regular rumor, that's fine. But if it's propagated as something like a monster, then Bray will also be labeled as a villain who associates with monsters.

“As expected, as a mortal, you still have too many things to worry about.” Nicol Bolas shook his head regretfully.

In fact, what Bray was worried about was something that Nicol Bolas would normally ignore.

However, Bray is also an ally, so he has to take care of him.

Anyway, hiding one's figure is just a piece of cake.

Of course, no matter how simple the spells Nicol Bolas used were, they were not something that normal people could understand.

“Before you go see Naruko’s parents, go and meet with our allies first,” Nicol Bolas said to Bray, then suddenly accelerated.

With a whoosh, the surrounding clouds were shaken apart, and Nicol Bolas's body shot out like an arrow, a speed completely different from his initial steady pace.

"!?!" Clearly sensing the acceleration, Bray grabbed the decoration on Nicol Bolas's body.

Nonsense, Nicholas isn't a mount, so why would he have reins or anything to hold onto?

Bray could only make do with the decorations for now.

Although you can't feel the airflow, the rapid changes in the scene are still quite frightening.

"I remember I said I came to the Eastern Continent for a fixed-point mission, didn't I!?"

“As I said, I’m here to introduce you to our allies,” Nicholas said matter-of-factly.

"Don't worry, this is for the good of this Black Iron race nation."

“My ally, you may not be big enough to care about everyone, but you wouldn’t want Naruko’s parents to meet with misfortune, would you?”

Nicolaes knew how to persuade Bray, and of course, he also knew that even if he said nothing, Bray would eventually take some action.

“…” Bray frowned, sat cross-legged behind Nicol Bolas, and said nothing more.

He took a deep breath and closed his right eye.

He admitted defeat.

As Nicol Bolas continued to accelerate, the surrounding scenery began to distort.

A joyful dragon roar came from Nicol Bolas, penetrating the distorted landscape.

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A cave came into Bray's view, a pale blue cave, with every rock in a light shade.

The thick rock layers were dented by the water droplets dripping from above.

The color of the water blends seamlessly with the cave, becoming indistinguishable from it.

The Silver race cannot dwell in places that are too obvious, so they each have their own territory.

“I’ve come to visit you, old tortoise.” Nicol Bolas transformed back into human form mid-air, then caught the falling Bray with one hand.

"Hmm!" Nicol Bolas lightly tapped his jade-like foot on a rock, casually tossing Bray aside nearby.

"Hmm...hmm...it's you, Ancestral Dragon." A deep voice followed. The giant tortoise slowly walked over, with a rockery behind it.

His body occupied most of the cave, making it very inconvenient for him to move around.

However, He seemed to move very slowly to begin with, so it didn't matter that it was inconvenient, since being flexible wouldn't be of any use here anyway.

Just like His movements, His tone of voice was slow and leisurely, so slow it could put you to sleep.

"The treasure that guards the mountain" is Zhiming, the ally that Nicopolis is bringing Bray to meet.

This old tortoise rarely moves, so finding it is a very simple matter.

However, this tortoise doesn't participate in various matters, and it took a lot of persuasion from Nicolas to get him to join them.

"Um...I wonder what brings you here?" Zhi Ming asked slowly.

The language system among Silver species is too complex, making communication between different Silver species very difficult.

Therefore, the Silver race later borrowed the language of the Bronze or Iron races to communicate.

Having a common language makes communication much easier.

Moreover, learning the language of a lower species is not difficult; it only takes a little time, which is negligible compared to the lifespan of a silver species.

Of course, there are also those Silver-class beings who are so arrogant that they disdain learning about civilization, and talking to such Silver-class beings is the most difficult thing to do.

In short, Bray can understand the conversations between Zhiming and Nicolaes, thanks to the fact that they are currently communicating in a common language.

"Let me introduce you to one of our special allies, and we'll also talk about Fu Qing," Nicol Bolas said, swinging his legs as he casually found a place to sit down.

The petite girl stood in stark contrast to the enormous tortoise.

Unlike Nicol Bolas, the giant tortoise did not transform into human form and remained in its original form.

It's worth noting that many silver-tier items disdain transforming.

Of course, Zhiming doesn't transform into human form because it's too difficult for him.

The most relaxing thing is to be true to yourself.

"About Fu Qing?" Zhi Ming squinted, his tone slow but serious.

"So it's about you and the dragons, right?"

"Correct."

"Hmm...hmm...the ally you mentioned, is this human?" Zhi Ming seemed to be in a daze for a moment, stretching his head over to examine Bu Lei.

Zhiming didn't show any obvious disgust, but he also didn't pay much attention to Bray's presence.

His gaze was casual, as if he were casually looking at wildflowers by the roadside.

However, this attitude is considered very good among silver-level players.

That's why Nicol Bolas recruited Zhiming into his alliance.

Because this family is lazy and disorganized, He doesn't bother with things like whether He dislikes the Black Iron race.

A fairly neutral stance, which is very much in line with Nicola Porras's requirements.

"..." Bray took a few steps back. Such a big turtle indeed had a very long neck when it stretched out.

A little...disgusting? No, it's really disgusting; that neck seems capable of coiling several times.

Bray's face was expressionless, but his dead fish eyes were full of disgust.

“Hmm…our allies seem to dislike me a bit.” Zhiming said to Nicolaes after noticing Bray’s actions.

“You can beat him up.” Nicol Bolas shrugged, looking indifferent.

"Hmm... never mind then." Zhi Ming pulled his head back and shook his head, indicating that he had no interest in fighting Bree.

“A real human, a complete and utter human.” Zhi Ming’s tone was somewhat incredulous.

He was also of the Silver race and was aware of the abilities of the Iron race.

“However, this sword… well… it certainly qualifies as an ally,” Zhi Ming said, shaking his head.

He could feel his power being suppressed by that inconspicuous sword.

It's a strange thing. He's always the one suppressing others, but one day he himself will be suppressed.

“He is our ally this time,” Nicol Bolas said.

"?" Then several question marks appeared in Bray's dead fish eyes.

Helper? Bray seemed to have heard some words he shouldn't have.

Was he hallucinating, or had he been sold again?

“Not enough, it won’t work… well, even if he has the ability to fight a Silver-ranked being… it still won’t work.” Zhi Ming said in a helpless tone, which, combined with his slow and deliberate manner, was quite tedious.

"You should know just how many dragons have come."

“Fu Qing… um… He plans to summon at least a dozen dragons to descend; He intends to claim this continent for himself.” Although Zhi Ming didn’t know exactly how many dragons there would be, it would be no more than ten.

"And we have no way to stop them."

Fu Qing descended with the dragon horde, and nothing could stop him.

There are no complicated rituals here; anyone who wants to come can come.

Even if they manage to stop them this time, they can still come again next time.

There's no point in trying to stop it.

Therefore, what Zhiming and Nicol Bolas need to do is defeat the dragon horde.

However, this is extremely difficult. Even a silver-level dragon would find it a headache, as there are more than a dozen dragons of the same high-level species.

Even the weakest among them are still Silver-ranked, not to mention the presence of Fu Qing. At the same time, Fu Qing might also invite other even more terrifying characters to help him.

Therefore, Nicol Bolas and Zhiming need some really good fighters to help them.

Although Zhiming was also unable to interfere with the world of the Black Iron race due to the influence of the "World Wall", he was also unable to show himself to the public.

But this meant nothing to Him, as He was used to living in the cave.

Sleeping soundly for hundreds of years is the most comfortable thing.

He quite liked the Eastern Continent; it was a suitable place for Him to recuperate.

Therefore, the Dragon Clan planned to turn the Eastern Continent upside down, which Zhi Ming was unwilling to do, so he agreed to become an ally of Nicol Bolas.

"Do you think this human, with this sword, can slay ten dragons?" Zhi Ming questioned.

It was obviously inappropriate to bring up dragon slaying in front of Nicol Bolas, but since it was a matter of great importance, Zhiming spoke up directly.

“He can.” Nicol Bolas nodded emphatically.