Ch. 37 - The Giant Dragon Odovic

Princess Windsor, who was standing behind the shields lined up by magic swordsmen, noticed the two handsome men, whose identities were unknown, exchange a quick glance. The black-haired man in the Chinese robe smiled and said to the blond man who had been ignoring him, "Although you and I don't know each other nor have we fought each other before, I have a feeling that these three sub-dragons will be suitable opponents for you to face. After all, this is also your family's business."

As soon as he said that before the major forces around him could react, the blond man wisely smiled. He nodded appreciatively and said, "Have you already seen through my origin, the fabled warrior lord?"

Hearing this, he black-haired man was taken aback for a moment. However, he then smiled and took a half step back. Expressing that he would not interfere.

Princess Windsor, who had been perplexed at first, was shocked to see this wise blond man take a step forward and look up at the three huge bitter water dragons that were swooping down. And those initially gentle eyes quickly transformed into an awe-inspiring and shocking gaze. His round pupils, the one a human being had, turned into a vertical pupil akin to a beast.

A miracle happened. The Bitter Water Dragons, which were about to break through the tower and crush these humans with their sharp claws and fangs, suddenly halted midair. They looked warily if they sensed a huge threat. Their flapping wings looked panicked. A subtle feeling of wanting to turn around and run away arose. If one looked carefully, they would notice that the initially ferocious eyes of these Bitter Water Dragons were filled with fear. They feared something that was among the group of tiny human beings below. The majestic aura of a king was coming from down there.

When he saw these Bitter Water Dragons, the blond man did not flee. His eyebrows frowned in displeasure. Suddenly opening his mouth, he let out a terrifying roar that scared all of the surrounding major forces. Making them fall onto the ground.

"Roar, ROARR!"

The mages, magic swordsmen, barbarians, elves, and Morris in the vicinity all felt a wave of terror. The powerful shockwave was enough to push them away. Even the shield of a strong person from the Inquisition like Morris' was instantly destroyed by the shockwave. He fell to the ground powerlessly.

One could imagine how violently the three Bitter Water Dragons were struck by this roar. They wailed and fell to the ground in unison. rashing into the surrounding towers and rolling together.

However, when facing these tiny human beings, the Bitter Water Dragons didn't have their previous ferocity anymore. They raised their heads and glanced at the blond man in fear. Sitting up reluctantly and burying their noble heads deep within their arms. They kept retreating in humility and fear, just like a commoner in front of the king. It wasn't until they retreated near the city gate that they let out a roar of joy because they survived the catastrophe. They quickly spread their wings and flew away, as if fleeing from something.

Dumbfounded. At the time, this was the most accurate portrayal of everyone. They all stared blankly at the blond man in the center who was straightening his collar. A thought flashed through everyone's mind, "The giant dragon lost in the mythology has reappeared!"

The first to react, surprisingly, were the mages of the Forest of Hellit. After all, these scholars spent their entire day in silence studying magic and arcane arts. They specialized in all knowledge. Thus, they were unrivaled in their knowledge of the continent. Before the others could react, these mages—who originally had a high and mighty demeanor—gathered around excitedly as if they had just seen a lost mystery of magic. One of them said, "I have researched magic all my life. To be able to see the dragon that represents the crystallization of the mystery of magic before I die, now I can die with a smile on my face! Hahahaha!"

"Tell me guys, will those instructors be envious of us when we return to the Forest of Towers? Oh Almighty God, this is a real living dragon!"

"Oh my, it's really a giant dragon, The illusion technique is so advanced, the details are so realistic you can even see the hairs! That's awesome."

A large group of mages gathered around the blond man, talking nonstop. Originally, they were wise. But now, they looked like lunatics who hadn’t spoken for thousands of years. Commenting about the giant dragon feared by the world.

Morris and Windsor were slightly stunned. They scolded these mages to quickly move, only for the dragon to be surrounded by other bootlickers.

The magic swordsman spoke first, "Oh great dragon, our Brotherhood of Magic Swordsmen is now the most powerful organization, I hope to invite you to the headquarters to rest for a few days."

As soon as he heard this, the barbarian was offended, "Your magic swordsmen are the most powerful? Our Rurukh Dynasty is in the northern land, ruled by the God of War! If Mr. Dragon visits us, he can ask for as many jewels and gold coins as he desires!"

The barbarians took advantage of the dragon's penchant for shiny things. When they were about to say the right things to convince him, Morris maintained his faithful and gentle manner while saying, "Holy Dragon, your clan once made allies with our Holy See in ancient mythology. Instead of going to these barbarians’ uncivilized dwellings, why not visit our temple and bask in the holy light of Enos?"

The beautiful and dignified Windsor couldn't keep her cool when it came to the giant dragon. Her long pointed ears were tensing. She immediately sneered, "Allies? In mythology, it was your pope who declared the dragons as heretics. Now you have the nerve to call them allies? Mr. Dragon, our people in the Dark Forest value peace; these humans are only interested in power and profit. Why don't you come and live in the forest for a while?"

At the time, these forces were shamelessly attempting to woo the dragon. They all knew that the appearance of the giant dragon meant that he would return to the mainland again. Now was different from the ancient times in the mythology. Nowadays, talents had withered. Strong people had died or retired. When would the opportunity of meeting the dragon who crossed the continent back then appear again? They didn’t know about that, but they did understand one thing. If one of the forces became a dragon knight or an ally of the dragon, the benefits would be so great, needless to say.

The domineering dragon smiled awkwardly and said, "Because you guys can't say my real name, just call me Odovic. I'm not here on behalf of the dragon clan, I just came here for fun."

Even after Odovic explained, these forces that were determined to curry favor with the dragon showed no signs of letting go. The Black Orcs, who saw the Bitter Water Dragon were scared away by the sudden mysterious dragon, realized that the situation was not favorable to them. When they were about to flee, the man in the black robe who had slipped under the radar suddenly raised his hand. There was a dagger. Soon, a series of cutting sounds were heard from the city gate.

Windsor and others instantly returned to their senses and turned their heads. Only to discover that the black-haired man had long since disappeared and had been standing at the far side of the city gates who knew when. What shocked them even more was that, with the exception of the leading orc, the heads of the other orcs had been severed. Their bodies limp, collapsed in a pool of blood.

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