A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

“I can’t,” Bray said, firmly denying his words.

Who said he could slay ten dragons?!

“My ally, you should be more confident. Now that you’ve managed to take down two weak Silver-ranked ones, you should raise your target. This time, let’s kill ten,” Nicol Bolas said.

When Bray first accepted the multiple silver-type commissions, he looked distressed, but in the end, he still had to cancel them.

Nicolas thought Bray could definitely kill ten dragons, as long as he didn't kill himself.

“I’d be crippled from the neck down after taking on two of them.” Bray stared at Nicol Bolas with his lifeless right eye.

Noticing Bray's gaze, Nicol Bolas chuckled awkwardly.

"Don't worry, this time it doesn't necessarily have to be a bloody battle," Nicol Bolas said.

“Besides, I don’t want so many of my own kind to die. After all, every young dragon is a beloved descendant.” Ultimately, Nicopolas himself was a dragon and didn’t want things to escalate beyond control. “Having so many dragons is indeed a very troublesome matter,” Nicopolas said quietly.

“However, I never thought I could defeat them in the first place.” He said something that was very demoralizing.

However, Zhiming somewhat agrees with this statement.

Although they are all Silver Dragons, their strength varies, and there are also powerful dragons among them, in addition to the weaker ones.

Therefore, relying on the few currently available, they are unable to match the opponent's total combat power.

"The dragons will first choose a place to descend upon, and then spread out within a short period of time."

"So the first city to suffer was a certain city, and that city also had the most Dead Iron races," Nicholas said truthfully.

"No, it's not just about death; it wouldn't be surprising if it became a death trap."

After all, that's just a concept. If it's used carelessly, how could the Black Iron type possibly survive?

"Where will it descend?" Bray asked after sitting down on a rock.

That's a very important question. If we could know where the opponent came from beforehand, the battle would be much simpler.

However, if it's too simple, it might not be able to win, just as Nicol Bolas said.

“I don’t know,” Nicol Bolas answered Bray’s question succinctly.

Indeed, Nicholas didn't know where Fu Qing intended to descend from.

He was unable to obtain detailed information from Fu Qing's side.

There was no way around it; Fu Qing was also on guard.

“…” Bray pondered for a moment.

"But you can rest assured that I can move you there as soon as I know the location."

"..." After hearing this, Bray became even more uneasy. He really didn't like teleportation.

"The core issue is whether you and Zhiming can stop the two most dangerous dragons," Nicol Bolas said.

He chose to ignore Bray's silence and continue the conversation.

But who is Zhiming? Bray looked at the giant tortoise with some curiosity.

“Zhiming is me.” The old tortoise slowly replied after seeing the look in Bray’s eyes.

After all that talk, it turns out this little human ally doesn't even know his own name.

“Oh,” Bray responded, then listened to Nicol Bolas speak.

"The other junior dragons are nothing to worry about. They can indeed wipe out the entire country of the Eastern Continent, but they are not difficult for us to deal with."

“…” Bray wanted to offer more suggestions, but seeing that Nicolas was talking so enthusiastically, he refrained from speaking.

He thought that even someone like the Silver Rank, whom Nicol Bolas considered a weakling, would be difficult for him to deal with.

"At the same time, our ultimate goal is not to kill as many people as possible or to protect the Black Iron race's nation in the Eastern Continent."

"It's just to protect the last chance for life on the Eastern Continent." Nicol Bolas's tone was somewhat serious.

This battle was never going to be won from the start.

Since Bray cannot be in two places at once, even if he wins in one place, he cannot reverse the decline in other places.

Zhiming can contend with a powerful dragon, but that is his limit.

So what should be done with the remaining dragons?

Even Nicol Bolas couldn't defeat so many dragons by himself, especially since they were all his own kind, and he couldn't bring himself to kill them.

“Buy me time. I will transfer all non-Silver races in the entire region to another location on the Eastern Continent,” Nicol Bolas said in a deep voice.

What He needs to do is to remove everything when the dragons descend, so that casualties will be minimized.

Everything, of course, refers to the entire city, including the various villages surrounding it.

Move everything to undeveloped wasteland.

"And then what?" Bray asked, frowning.

“It depends on the fate of the Black Iron race,” Nicol Bolas said.

"By avoiding the sharpest edge of the dragon pack, the other black iron species will also have time to react."

"What needs to be done is not something that our Ancestral Dragon would interfere with." As a neutral party, Nicol Bolas was already biased enough towards the Dark Iron race.

Nicolaes had already sensed an irreversible tide approaching.

"A coalition of the gods"? Or rather, the Silver Race no longer needs the unification of a "coalition of the gods" to act freely, just like this time.

"Move?" Bray murmured, a sense of foreboding creeping into his heart.

Even Nicol Bolas couldn't provide the optimal solution. The Eastern Continent... no, the entire Kapras seemed to be caught in some kind of vortex, unable to escape.

Nicol Bolas did a good job, as this was enough to preserve the Black Iron race's flame and prevent it from being extinguished by the dragons.

The arrival of dragons is something that people can hardly imagine until they have experienced it firsthand.

If you think about it roughly, even if a single dragon is as big as a skyscraper, a dozen or so dragons together don't seem particularly scary.

But when these entities start to act and cause destruction, the nightmare begins.

You should know that a powerful Dark Iron race can wipe out a village in a single day.

"Hmm...hmm...in the end, will the Eastern Continent still be occupied by the dragons?" Zhi Ming sighed regretfully, his sigh as strong as a mountain wind.

What Zhiming wanted was an Eastern Continent where He could live peacefully for hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of years.

However, it seems unrealistic to expect complete stability now.

"This was inevitable."

“But I imagine there are other Silver Races also vying for this land,” Nicol Bolas sighed.

"The power of the dragons will eventually be limited."

"However, it will always be the Black Iron race that suffers."

Just like the Black Iron species, the Silver species will also compete for territory, thus creating an invisible balance of power among various factions.

However, the black iron type will be innocently affected.

"..." Of those present, only Bray truly understood the fate of the Dark Iron race.

"I see, I think I understand now." Bray put away all his expressions.

"In other words, no matter what we do, the fact that the one standing on the continent is not a Black Iron type has been confirmed." Bray's hand unconsciously rested on the hilt of his sword.

“That’s right.” Nicol Bolas nodded.

“But you still need to wield your sword, Bray. You must wield your sword.”

"Because you are on the side of the Black Iron race, you must wield your sword."

Even after this battle, the Black Iron race will still be in dire straits, but Bray still has to wield his sword.

Nicolaes jumped down from the rock, put his hands behind his back, and stood in a row with Zhiming.

"We are Silver race, and our position is ultimately different from yours. Don't expect us to go to great lengths to save the Iron race."

"I can only do what I can, but I will not do anything that goes beyond my limits."

“I know.” Bray lowered his eyelids.

So that's how it is... Behind the ordinary facade, the world has already begun to collapse.

Nicol Bolas went off to chat with Zhiming, leaving only little Nick by his side.

Of course, for Bray, Nick is better; the all-powerful Nick is one of the things Bray envies the most.

"Please don't look at me with such fanatical eyes," Little Nick said solemnly, floating beside Bray.

To others, Little Nick is probably just a magically powered toy; they might be curious, but not surprised.

“…” Bray looked away and continued walking down the street with little Nick.

He is now walking in Anjing City.

What is Anjing City? It is the capital of Yundu Kingdom, where Naruko's parents live.

Naruko's father is, after all, the current prime minister, so of course he lives in the capital.

Along the way, Bree looked at the foreign scenery and kept sighing with emotion.

Although it wasn't my first time here, I'm always inexplicably astonished every time I come.

The houses, the clothes, and everything else were different from what Bray had imagined.

However, it does have a certain ancient charm.

Even after countless years and with great technological advancements, this ancient charm etched deep in our souls will likely never disappear.

No amount of culinary innovation can erase this unique flavor.

The houses overhead were connected by ropes, with red lanterns hanging from them.

The lanterns are not lit yet, but they will probably light up at night.

Tiled roof, wooden beams, red lanterns.

“…” Bray imprinted the scene in his mind.

But Bray didn't mention this decoration when he came before, which means that these were only recently put up.

“Little Nick, what’s going on?” Bray asked Invincible Little Nick.

Little Nick, flapping his chubby wings, gave the answer without even thinking.

“It’s a celebration in Anjing City,” said Nick.

"In another week, it will be the famous Fenqing Festival in Yundu Kingdom."

"What do you mean by distinguishing festivals?"

"It is a day to commemorate the scholars and generals of the Eastern Continent, and the entire Yundu Kingdom celebrates it."

"The main activity is to hang red lanterns to create a celebratory atmosphere, and there will also be people performing traditional programs."

"On this day, you can eat the famous tea cake and tea rice," Little Nick explained in detail, as if he wanted to introduce the festival clearly.

However, Bray didn't actually intend to know that much detail; he just needed to know roughly what the festival was about.

But it must be said that after Nick's brief introduction, Bray did have some idea of ​​the festival.

Of course, it's possible for him to be as festive as the locals.

"Is this what you mean by 'clear tea cake'?" Bree saw a translucent, emerald-green treat on a roadside stall and went over to examine it.

"Yes, this is one of them, made from green tea."

"There's another shade of blue, made from butterfly pea flower tea," Nick continued, explaining.

"This is the core type."

"In addition, there are many modified versions as well."

"Boss, how much is this?" Bray asked the shop owner.

"Five 3G phones, all genuine products," the shop owner said, rubbing his hands together with a sly look on his face.

"Little Nick, really?" Bray thought the other person was a shrewd businessman.

“Yes, it’s true,” Nick replied emotionlessly.