A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

Bray could see people talking animatedly at the stalls, and he could also see people singing and dancing.

He pulled a cigarette candy from his fanny pack and lit it with a melancholy expression.

Fortunately, Naruko gave him this thing back then, otherwise he might have really become addicted to smoking.

No matter how lively the surroundings were, Bray was all alone.

There was no one else on the rooftop except for Bray's shadow.

The light emanating from Bray was from lanterns in the distance, carrying a slightly reddish hue and conveying a festive atmosphere.

"The great Lord Nico Bolas is looking for you." Little Nick suddenly landed on Bray's shoulder, breaking Bray's thoughts.

Bray quickly bit off the tobacco candy, then looked down at little Nick.

"And what about Him?"

"Where the 'mountain-guarding object' is located," Little Nick answered truthfully.

“I can’t go to that place,” Bray said casually, waving his hand dismissively.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of getting you to the great Lord Nico Bolas," Little Nick said in a cold voice.

“Now?” Bray stood up from the edge of the rooftop and took a deep breath.

I don't know if it was just my imagination, but the air felt a bit chilly at night.

He stretched, looking utterly dejected, as if he were about to be crushed by the two swords on his body.

“Yes, I hope you can go as soon as possible,” Nick continued, his tone like that of a butler.

It would be even more authentic if we used "you" instead of "you".

However, Nick only uses the formal "you" (formal) with certain people, such as Levy.

Anyway, Bray is not qualified to let Nick use the formal "you" (您).

"Teleportation?" Bray asked tentatively. If there was any way to get to Nicol Bolas's location the fastest, it would be teleportation.

“That’s right, this is the fastest.” Little Nick said, flapping his little wings, and small circles began to light up in front of his claws.

“…” Bray felt a little desperate. Another teleportation, but he didn’t say anything more.

That's it, I'll be there in the blink of an eye.

Although he envied others' ability to teleport anywhere, Bray himself really didn't want to be teleported.

Bray panicked, especially if he was teleported by Nick, because he had a psychological trauma.

"Hurry up," Bray said to Nick with his eyes closed.

“It’s all done.” Nick answered the next second.

"Really?" Bray was a little doubtful, so he didn't open his eyes immediately.

He didn't even have the real feeling of being moved.

“My ally, why are you closing your eyes?” But Nicholas’s voice dispelled Bray’s suspicions.

"I'm sleepy," Bray said casually, opening his eyes.

When Bray opened his eyes, he found himself in a deep blue cave.

Bree remembers that this cave was where Zhiming lived.

That giant tortoise is here too, it hasn't moved an inch.

Little Nick flew respectfully to Nicol Bolas's side, awaiting His next command.

"So, have you finished your trivial matters in the Eastern Continent?" Nicol Bolas, of course, couldn't believe Bray's nonsense.

“That’s it.” Bray nodded. He had already met Naruko’s parents and explained what needed to be explained.

Throughout the process, Bray remained so calm that he seemed completely unaffected by any impending disaster.

"The dragon horde is almost here," Nicol Bolas said after a half-minute silence.

As for Bray, He didn't bother with any preamble; it was best to get straight to the point.

“You can sense it.” Nicholas knew that Bray possessed the ability to capture the flow of the world, although he wasn’t entirely sure what Bray’s ability to sense the world was.

"Looking too far ahead can be exhausting."

“It’s alright, it’s just for you to experience it for a moment.” Nicol Bolas shrugged.

Bray casually sat down on a rock, exhaled, and closed his right eye.

The range that the Mind's Eye can perceive should be infinite, but since Bray is not the perfect state of the Mind's Eye, the farther away one tries to perceive, the faster one's spirit will be depleted.

Of course, if Bray, like the founder of the Mind's Eye, were stripped of all intuition, then the Mind's Eye would be in its perfect state.

With such insight, perception can extend infinitely, and the holder possesses a great sense that transcends sight, smell, touch, and other senses.

But Bray had no intention of making himself look like that.

Close your eyes.

Everything around seemed to be fading away, and the sounds became blurred.

The vibrant world has turned dark, but Bray can "see" even more dazzling "colors".

The flow of all things becomes substantial, touching his perception.

He could sense every speck of dust and every breath.

Then, he "saw" it.

More than twenty giant dragons, blotting out the sky, flew majestically toward a city.

The dragons' breathing was like thunder, and the air currents generated by their flapping wings were like hurricanes.

They flew so high, above the clouds.

Therefore, their terrifying forms were shrouded in clouds and unknown to the mortals below.

However, once they land, it will be a disaster.

Under the cover of night, the shadows of the dragons blended into the landscape.

In every city of the Cloud Capital Kingdom, every person enjoyed the celebration under this shadow.

The dragons made no warning to mortals, nor did they give any omen. They flew in leisurely and majestically, led by a giant dragon that resembled Nicol Bolas.

“…” Bray wiped the sweat from his forehead and slowly opened his right eye.

This is not cold sweat caused by fear or panic.

The dragons were terrifying, but not enough to make Bray break out in a cold sweat.

Those dragons were still far away. In order to sense the distant dragons, Bree spent a lot of energy, and even broke out in a cold sweat.

“You see they’ve come, haven’t you?” Nicholas glanced over, and from Bray’s eyes, he read the gravity.

“It’s not just the dozen or so you mentioned,” Bray said.

“At least twenty or so,” he said in a deep voice.

"If the dragon invasion goes smoothly, even more dragons will come to join us."

“There will be more than twenty by then,” Nicol Bolas said, holding up a finger to his lips.

“Looks like I won’t be getting any sleep for the next few days,” Bray said to Nicolaes as he stood up.

"Give me some work; I'm ready to work overtime," he said. The sky is so vast, it doesn't belong to anyone.

The sky never belongs to anyone; anyone can be here, anyone can roam freely.

As long as you can fly, the sky will embrace you, without exception.

"Roar—" The boundless sky was filled with overlapping dragon roars.

The awe-inspiring roar of the dragon was enough to make the weak creatures below tremble.

A vast and mighty dragon herd soared through the sky, venting their discontent with the constraints of cause and effect they had been under for so many years.

Admittedly, the sky should not have a master, but there will always be creatures that claim to be the overlord of the sky.

For example, the dragon race.

These dragons, now freed from the cycle of cause and effect, arrogantly proclaim themselves the rulers of the sky, soaring freely.

Birds dared not approach, and would not even appear in the dragon's sight.

"It's been so long since I've felt this way (in dragon language)." Fu Qing, the "Dragon King," sighed as he sensed the surrounding air currents.

Yes, His ability to fly has not been taken away for thousands of years, but His opportunity to soar has been taken away.

For those of the Silver race, being suppressed is a great humiliation.

Why can't higher species interfere with the world of ants? Why do ants become the rulers of Kapras?

He could not accept that every Silver race could not accept the fact that the Iron race had taken over Kapras.

“This is nothing more than reclaiming the rights that we rightfully possess (in dragon language),” Radonka scoffed.

Despite this, Ladonka was just as pleased as Fuqing and the other young dragons.

The dragons' destination was the Kingdom of Yundu.

The reason why Yundu Kingdom became a target of the Dragon Group is simple: it is close by.

This country is quite close to where Fu Qing is hiding, so it naturally became the target of the dragons.

After all, the organizer was Fu Qing.

The city that would be hit first was not Anjing City, but another city on the border – Shouzhang City.

If a normal person wanted to attack Yundu Kingdom, the city of Anjing would indeed be the place they would consider.

However, what is now planning to invade the Black Iron race nation is a group of dragons, not lower species.

To the dragon, the capital of Yundu Kingdom was no different from any other city.

Equally fragile, equally insignificant.

So instead of looking for a city that's far away, it's better to go to a nearby one.

This logic is simple and straightforward, but equally reasonable.

Because they don't need strategy, they don't need tactics, they just need to sweep through.

“It seems we have guests (in dragon language).” Fu Qing suddenly stopped flying and hovered in mid-air, speaking in a subtle tone.

After Fu Qing stopped, the surrounding dragons also stopped, no longer flying forward, but instead circling around him.

The dragons circling in the air, from a distance, look like a vortex that would crush everything around them.

"Roar—" The sound of dragons roaring could not be heard, becoming the background music at this moment, welcoming the new guests.

“Guests, huh (Dragon language)?” Ladonka squinted, looking straight ahead.

There happened to be a hill near the dragons.

Directly above the mountaintop, a dragon covered in golden scales was soaring through the air.

The dragon's appearance was very similar to Fu Qing's, and they probably belonged to the same category of dragons.

Fu Qing was very familiar with the guy in front of him, so familiar that he could even say his name off the top of his head.

“Nicholson Bolath (Dragon Language).” Fu Qing uttered the name of the giant dragon in front of him in Dragon Language, his eyes filled with hostility.

“Fu Qing, it’s been a long time since we last met.” Nicol Bolas didn’t speak to Fu Qing in Dragon Language, but instead chose Common Language.

“Nicholus, have you even abandoned the Dragon Language?” Fu Qing looked at Nicholas with disdain.

“I simply don’t like this old-fashioned language. Since so few people use it, why should I use Dragon Language for everyday communication?” Nicol Bolas said quietly.

He will never forget his mother tongue, but since there is no need to use it, why insist on having the dragon language on his lips?

“Nicholson Bolath (Dragon language).” Radonka looked at Nicol Bolath and murmured.

He naturally recognized the dragon, which was about the same age as himself.

Scholars among dragons—though many dragons are unwilling to admit it, it is a fact.

A wise dragon, a knowledgeable dragon, and also a rebellious dragon.

Despite being a Silver race, he didn't delve into the origins of his own concepts, but instead learned useless spells.