A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

"So, what exactly is your 'Alliance of the Gods' pursuing?" Nicholas began to press aggressively.

If a lower species had said these words, Lazetu would never have listened.

But ironically, the person who said this was also a Silver-ranked individual, just like himself.

"This is no reason for you to betray the Silver Race!" the giant roared, sweeping his long sword toward Nicol Bolas.

Unable to out-argue Nicolaes, He could only resort to force to overpower him.

"Betray the Silver Race? When did we Silver Race become so united? We're not even even considered the same kind of people."

"At least, no matter how you look at us, we don't seem to be of the same race."

"Silver variety" is just a general term. Who exactly lumped together the vastly different Silver varieties?

Forget it, Nicholas knew without even thinking that he was referring to the Silver Race who created the "Alliance of the Gods".

This is like speaking only "we" and not "I," which is a fallacy of changing the subject.

But that guy did indeed gather a large amount of silver together and was indeed moving towards his goal.

However, this goal seemed utterly absurd to Nicolaes.

The collapse of the "World Wall" can indeed liberate Silver species, but what about Gold species?

Returning to the state of the First Age? That would be absolutely terrible for Nicholas.

Despite the "Alliance of the Gods" boasting that they could control the extent of the collapse, preventing the Golden Seeds from entering Kapras.

Nicol Bolas had serious doubts about this.

"I can accept being called a traitor to the dragon race, but I will never admit to being a traitor to the silver race."

For example, it's understandable for a human to betray an elf or orc of the Dark Iron race.

However, if the tone changes and the story shifts to say that the angels betrayed the devil, that's very strange.

Similarly, the idea that the dragon betrayed the giant is equally surprising.

The more advanced the species, the stronger its individuality and the weaker its sense of belonging to the group.

"Nicholson Bolas, no amount of nonsense will change your mind." Enraged, Lazetu slashed at Nicol Bolas's waist with his longsword.

He could not refute Nicolaes, but He did not think the dragon was right.

It's simply a matter of being unable to express himself linguistically; however, while he may lack linguistic prowess, his physical strength is more than enough to overwhelm Nicol Bolas.

"BOOM!!!!!!!" Before Nicol Bolas could even set up his defense, the blade had already struck him.

It was too fast; the speed it unleashed was simply unimaginable for someone of its enormous size.

In people's minds, huge creatures should be slow and clumsy.

But Lazetu's speed was not like that; it was swiftness that had nothing to do with "slowness." In that instant, the speed of his sword swing was so fast that it only left afterimages in the air.

"Buzz—" The magic circle that Nicol Bolas had set up around him beforehand weakened the attack, preventing him from being cut in two.

Even so, He was still knocked away like a toy and rolled several times on the ground.

Dust billowed up from the ground as Nicol Bolas was once again defeated in a single move, just like a few minutes before.

It got up, and then got instantly killed.

“That’s why I’ve always emphasized that I’m not a fighter,” Nicol Bolas said with difficulty, struggling to sit up.

He is indeed incompatible with this type of combat-oriented Silver Race. Why can't he explore the world properly instead of fighting and killing?

This kind of life is so primitive it couldn't be more primitive.

"Although I have also thought that a certain place could become 'Dragon Valley'."

"However, I'm just thinking about it."

“If you calm down a bit, you’ll realize this is impossible.” Nicol Bolas stared at Lazetu with weary eyes.

"Because other silver species won't allow the dragons to achieve this goal." His voice was weak, but still calm.

"So the 'Alliance of the Gods' helping the dragons 'strengthen' themselves must also have its own conspiracy, right?" "Foolish dragon, why do we Silver Race need such lowly things as conspiracies?" Lazetu walked up to Nicol Bolas, grabbed him by the neck, and lifted him up.

"Boom!!" Thunder rumbled in the night sky, seemingly responding to Lazetu's fury.

At that moment, everyone near the edge of Shouzhang City witnessed a shocking scene.

A giant as large as a mountain held a long, wingless dragon in its hand.

It was as if a scene from a legend had come into view.

And they could still hear the roar of the raging dragon in the distance.

It's like...like the end of the world.

A woman, clutching a talisman in her hand, knelt on the ground, repeatedly kowtowing in a certain direction.

She was a devout believer who worshipped the gods of the Kingdom of Yundu.

If the gods are still watching over these mortals, please tell them that this is not the end of the world; please tell them that there is still hope for them.

Whether they are religious or not, at this moment, they are all praying and longing for someone to save them.

Unfortunately, who could turn the tide? No one.

With a "whoosh," a young dragon swept past, and the entire street was annihilated.

Neither people nor buildings were left behind.

"Do you see them? Do you see those trembling people?" Lazetu shouted, his voice clearly audible even to those in the city.

Lazetu speaks the Common Language, though with a slight accent, which is incomprehensible to most people.

Before them stood a powerful being, and even more terrifying, one speaking their language.

The people in the city couldn't understand what this was... Was it a god?

Whether they are adventurers who have vanquished countless powerful monsters or generals who guard Shouzhang City day and night, they are as fragile as paper dolls in front of dragons.

And that giant dragon was held in the hands of a giant.

However, at this moment, some people had high hopes, hoping that this giant was a divine intervention to save them.

Look at their figures...aren't they just like them? And the words that giant spoke, weren't they the language of the Black Iron race?

Many people seemed to have lost their memory, forgetting the lines Lazetu had spoken just a few seconds earlier, and secretly began to identify Him as a savior.

“You have good eyesight; you can see them even when they’re so small,” Nicol Bolas said weakly, his throat being choked.

"..."

"What's wrong? Speechless now? This is a way of speaking that I learned from a Black Iron race."

Lazetu gripped Nicol Bolas's hand tightly.

Both sides have concepts, and therefore their concepts suppress each other, preventing either side from fully utilizing their concepts.

It is precisely because of this that Lazetu, who is skilled in combat, has an absolute advantage.

But Lazetu, who had the upper hand, couldn't understand why Nicol Bolas could remain so composed.

The dragon's life was in His hands.

“I just can’t figure it out, Nicol Bolas.”

"Are you planning to sacrifice yourself for those Black Iron races?" He looked like he was going to die a heroic death.

“How could that be?” Nicol Bolas narrowed his eyes and squeezed out the words.

"No matter what I say, I could never be so compassionate as to sacrifice myself for a lower species that has nothing to do with me."

“Besides… I never intend to do something as foolish as ‘sacrifice’.” Nicol Bolas’s power was growing weaker.

If Lazetu exerted just a little more force, he could snap off His dragon head.

But He did not do that; He wanted to hear what Nicopolis had to say.

"Thump!!!" Lazetu pinned Nicol Bolas to the ground.

"Why did you betray the Silver Race? Why did you help this insignificant Iron Race?"

"What are you thinking, 'Ancestral Dragon' Nicol Bolas?"

“You ask so many questions. Even I need to sort out my thoughts before I can answer you.” Nicol Bolas spoke as if he were still not a loser.

"However, I can answer one of your questions."

"All I did was for the sake of Capra's balance, for a comfortable life."

"I don't like the law of the jungle where the strong prey on the weak."

“The law of the jungle is natural selection,” Lazetu said dismissively, seeing Nicol Bolas running away.

This is the choice of the weak.

"You, who are called a rebellious dragon, are nothing more than this."

“Yes, I am indeed nothing special.” Nicholas did not deny it; he was not particularly powerful among the Silver Race.

He can use his brain to bully certain guys, but he is helpless against the overwhelming power of the Silver Being.

Now, Nicol Bolas can no longer shrink and escape as he did before.

He hasn't forgotten his teleportation ability; he's just unable to teleport.

Seriously...it looks like a sure way to die.

But is that really the case?

“But Lazetu, you’re completely wrong to say that the Silver Race doesn’t need conspiracies.”

"Whether or not to use open schemes, indirect schemes, or no schemes has nothing to do with strength."

Just then, Lazetu and the ground near Nicol Bolas swept across in an arc.

That arc... seems to be a small part of some huge circle.

“Well then, goodbye, Zeratul,” Nicol Bolas said in his almost hoarse voice.

"You're a fool (in dragon language)." With Nicol Bolas's last words in dragon language, the massive magic circle was finally completed.

Looking down from above, one can observe that the massive magic array encompassing the entire city of Shouzhang is already in operation.

A sharp, piercing sound suddenly rang out and then quickly disappeared.

Within the magic circle, everything except the dragons and Zeratul vanished without a trace.

“…” Lazetu stared incredulously at his empty hands.

He should have nipped Nicholas in the bud.

Zeratul knew that Nicholas knew the magic of the Dark Iron race, so he paid special attention to this aspect.

However, what He did not understand was that it was not Nicol Bolas himself who used the teleportation, but the magic circle.

The main targets are different; the target is Nicol Bolas, but the magic circle was not guarded against.

Earlier, Nicol Bolas had managed to complete the magic circle during the brief moment he broke free from Lazetu's feet.

Although the Black Iron race suffered heavy casualties in this area, it was still much better than being completely wiped out.

All Nicholas could say was that He did His best.

Zeratul roared, unable to understand the last dragon language uttered by Nicholas, but he could sense that Nicholas was mocking him.

Thunder rumbled incessantly in the sky, echoing the giant's fury.

"The Ancestral Dragon, Nicol Bolas!!!" The giant roared angrily as he cleaved the earth with his sword.

Unfortunately, even so, he could not change the fact that Nicol Bolas had taken the city with him when he moved away.

Even though this doesn't significantly impact the overall situation, the dragons are still able to invade this land, and the "World Wall" will still develop huge cracks.

Silver Seeds are clearly one step closer to freedom—

But Lazetu was inexplicably angry, as if he had lost to Nicholas. "Cough cough... This is really awful. Even I have a day when I cough up blood." Nicholas, who had shrunk into a blonde girl, covered his mouth and said weakly.

He is now resting against a tree.

He looked at the hand that had been covering his mouth and couldn't help but sigh, his ahoge (cowlick) going limp.

Those fair little hands were covered in dragon blood.