A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

Even though you know you might have a chance to escape, no one would feel good being beaten up, let alone being beaten to death.

Blood flowed uncontrollably from the corner of the dragon-transformed girl's mouth.

Even magic cannot heal damage that goes deep inside.

He acts in this form not because the dragon form is harder to heal than the human form, but because the dragon form is too conspicuous.

Transformation is merely a change in appearance; the essence remains the same. Nicol Bolas is still a dragon and has not become human, so the difficulty of treatment will not be much different.

It's simply that there might be young dragons around, so Nicol Bolas needs to hide for a while.

He is no match for any Silver Race member now; any young member of his race could easily kill him.

“Hoo…” Nicol Bolas took a deep breath, mimicking the gesture.

Although it was completely useless, I seem to feel much more relaxed.

The fact that Fu Qing and La Dongka have not yet shown up proves that Bu Lei and Zhi Ming have successfully held back these two powerful dragons.

Time has already dragged on until the city is relocated.

It would be even better if they could delay a little longer, because moving the city was only the minimum goal that Nicol Bolas had set out to achieve.

To prevent the Black Iron race of the Eastern Continent from being driven to their deaths by the dragons, Nicol Bolas still needs to do more.

These things all take time, especially now that the "Alliance of the Gods" has sent out a giant, He needs even more time.

It was inevitable that the dragons would take over this land, but Nicholas could temporarily limit the dragons' initial range of movement.

Centered on this open space where Shouzhang City was originally located, He could build some more walls to block the dragons' advance, giving the Black Iron race more breathing room.

Of course, I doubt anyone will have a good time celebrating the Qingming Festival in the Eastern Continent tomorrow.

In a life-or-death situation, no one would care about holidays.

Everything happened overnight.

No one could have imagined that the disaster for the Black Iron race of the Eastern Continent would arrive the very next morning.

"I really hope this can be resolved before dawn." Nicol Bolas clutched his stomach and struggled to his feet.

He could already sense that a dragon was flying towards them.

However, it wasn't that He was found by those young dragons; it's just that those young dragons happened to be flying this way.

These were the things that Nicol Bolas was most worried about; he wouldn't accept being killed for no reason.

"Cough cough cough... I, this old dragon, have done so much, but in the end I haven't received any reward at all."

"I got humiliated again," Nicol Bolas muttered to himself before disappearing into the forest.

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Meanwhile, under another starry sky, the dragon and the giant tortoise remained entangled.

"Hmm...hmm...you're really tough to deal with." Zhi Ming shook his head and said slowly to the giant dragon with the blue scales.

"Heh." Fu Qing, who was pressed to the ground, sneered, "You actually have the nerve to say that, Zhi Ming."

After fighting for a long time, neither Zhi Ming nor Fu Qing had any injuries.

These two guys are fighting entirely based on concepts.

Although Zhiming seems to be the type who only uses physical combat, that's not actually the case. He uses concepts more frequently, at most stepping forward to kick Fuqing.

Then that foot usually misses its mark.

Although neither of them was seriously injured, Fu Qing appeared to be in a more disheveled state.

"Zhiming!!!!" Fu Qing, with his heavy body, stood up unsteadily and roared at the giant tortoise.

"Hmm...you're not young anymore, don't be so hot-tempered," Zhi Ming said quietly.

Fu Qing is about the same age as Him, so it's time for him to learn to be calm.

He couldn't understand why some of the older Silver Race members could still maintain such a strong fighting spirit.

He's getting old, he should be living a leisurely life.

"You've stalled for time enough, haven't you?" Fu Qing said abruptly.

“It has indeed dragged on for quite a while,” Zhi Ming said.

His battle with Fu Qing lasted for about two or three hours. By now, Nicol Bolas should have finished what he needed to do.

"How about we end our battle here?" Fu Qing suggested to Zhi Ming.

"I will fight you to the very end, and neither of us will be able to defeat the other."

"In the end, it's all a waste of effort," Fu Qing said slowly. He had no patience to continue fighting with Zhi Ming in this narrow space.

He was completely unaware of the state of the Eastern Continent outside, and was therefore extremely anxious.

Inside this narrow crevice, He receives no information from the outside world.

Did their own people successfully occupy the land, or did something else happen?

Fu Qing was eager to know these things.

Nicol Bolas is no pushover dragon; give Him time, and who knows what he'll do next.

“What you said makes a lot of sense,” Zhi Ming paused and replied.

Then He retracted His legs into the tortoise shell, leaving only half of His head sticking out, as if He was about to take a good rest.

Zhi Ming was indeed exhausted, and so was Fu Qing.

The old tortoise had long wanted to rest, and it had already done more than enough to help Nicol Bolas get here.

It should be noted that Zhi Ming was not a fool; he understood that the Eastern Continent could not escape being dominated by these dragons.

However, considering that Nicholas had promised him something, He made a little effort.

Nicol Bolas promised that even if the dragons descended, He would still have a period of peaceful leisure.

That can be considered the motivation for His efforts.

"Thank you." Seeing that Zhiming did nothing, Fu Qing breathed a sigh of relief and then prepared to fly up.

"..." But He suddenly stopped, then glared at Zhiming.

The gratitude I had just felt vanished completely.

"What are you doing?!" Fu Qing shouted angrily, feeling the weight on his body.

"Hmm... I didn't do anything," Zhiming said, huddled in his turtle shell.

"Fly as you please, I won't stop you." He indeed did not intend to continue the pointless battle with Fu Qing, but He had not said that He would withdraw His conceptual influence.

Everything around still bears the weight brought by Zhiming.

"..." Fu Qing wanted to unleash a dragon's breath, but quickly gave up.

The other party has already retreated into its turtle shell, what else can it do?

At least Zhiming did nothing except maintain the concept.

Fu Qing raised his head and poured his power into every part of the narrow crevice.

"Crack." A small crack appeared in the space, and then the crack continued to expand.

That vast starry sky was shattered.

Soon Fu Qing will be able to break free from this damned crevice and return to the real world.

"Ladonka... he must have been ambushed by Nicol Bolas as well," Fu Qing murmured.

A giant dragon soars in the endless sky.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha!" Ladongka, who was being nagged by Fu Qing, was now bursting into this maniacal laughter.

A frenzied dragon hovered in the sky, relentlessly ravaging the land below with its breath.

Now, it's completely unrecognizable what this narrow crevice should have looked like.

Except for the starry sky above, which remains unchanged, the ground has long since been transformed into a hellish inferno.

How long did the battle last? Ladonka didn't quite remember.

He only knew that the human standing on the ground was exhausted, and that He had been defeated three more times after falling the first time.

Including the first time, He was killed by a Black Iron being four times in total.

This is something that no Silver rarity could possibly imagine.

Despite the sword suppressing this concept, there is still a huge difference in quality between silver-grade and iron-grade swords.

This black iron-type swordsman made up for the gap solely through his swordsmanship.

What is swordsmanship?

Yes, what is sword skill?

Is it a technique for wielding the sword? Or is it the ability to create special effects by flicking the sword?

Probably not.

At least Ladonka felt that the swordsmanship of the human in front of him was not limited to these things.

With just the slightest carelessness, two human swords could slice through His dragon scales and deliver the most fatal blow.

Just seeing the cold glint of a sword blade would subconsciously give rise to a premonition of impending death.

Unfortunately, humanity will never be able to transcend His concept.

Although Bray is incredibly strong, there is still a limit to his power – the limit of the Black Iron type.

The concept of "giving trials to others" applies to the weak and to all beings who are not much stronger than Him.

Unless one is several times stronger than Ladonka, so strong that one cannot be considered a worthy candidate for the trial, it is impossible to defeat Ladonka.

However, as a combat-oriented dragon, Ladonka's strength already ranks among the top of the Silver race, and there is simply no one who can be several times stronger than him.

The gods can.

But not this human in front of me.

So even if He is defeated, He can become stronger and rise again to roar to the sky once more.

The current Ladonka looks quite different from the previous one.

The deep red parts of its body gradually faded, and black began to occupy most of its body instead.

The black dragon scales resembled volcanic rock, while the red patterns looked like flowing lava.

He looked more weathered and mature, and the scars on his dragon scales were marks of countless battles he had fought.

The mere flapping of its dragon wings would send a muffled explosion of flames echoing through the sky.

This is the attitude that Ladonka should truly have.

The previous appearance was what it looked like after its strength was reduced during the first stage of someone else's trial.

This is probably the biggest drawback of this concept.

However, the power of the concept of Ladonka outweighs this minor drawback.

No matter how He is defeated, He will rise again, stronger than ever.

Whether defeated by the Silver race with concepts or torn apart by their claws.

None of this could stop the next trial from proceeding.

"Humans!!! Prepare for the next trial!"

"Get up quickly and prepare for your next trial!!!!"

"Roar!!!!!" The invisible dragon breath, like an air bullet, slammed directly into Lei, who was standing on the ground holding a sword.

"BOOM!!!!" The shattered ground was subjected to the impact once again.

The earth groaned in agony, and countless fragments of rock scattered everywhere.

"Cough..." Bray dodged the direct impact, but he still couldn't avoid the aftershocks.

He coughed a few times, and blood rushed to his throat with each cough.

He supported himself with his left hand, which was still able to wield the sword, and looked up at the high and mighty Ladonka.