Tide of Hell

Hell Tide

Whoosh~

As the blazing light receded, Zhang Sanxian quietly descended onto a desolate stretch of hills.

He discovered that the air here was suffused with a restless aura utterly unlike that of the Central Plains.

From even farther away came intermittent, unsettling growls.

"The western lands..."

Zhang Sanxian murmured, about to spread his senses and investigate the surrounding area.

But just then, a shadow suddenly fell from the dim yellow sky.

Looking up, he saw a Western dragon over ten meters long, its scales pitch-black.

Flapping its wings and spitting sparks of flame, it was flying with all its might in a certain direction, its destination seemingly quite clear.

Zhang Sanxian raised a brow, curiosity stirring within him. With a slight movement, he silently rose into the air.

He followed far behind the dragon, his aura so thoroughly concealed that the creature noticed nothing.

Before long, the man and dragon arrived at a barren valley.

Within the valley stood a rough-hewn castle built from gray stone.

This castle was called White Stone Castle, and it belonged to an elderly count—Otto Heinrich.

At this moment, the old Count Otto, supported by his still-charming mistress, Lady Irene, stood in the middle of the open space before the castle.

On either side of them stood several dozen soldiers in light armor, along with maidservants of varying ages whose faces were plain, even ugly.

Directly in front of Count Otto and Lady Irene stood a sturdy mercenary, respectfully holding a beast-hide bundle. His hair was a tangled mess, and his mouth was full of black teeth.

"Esteemed Count~" the mercenary said fawningly, "I have completed the bounty you posted."

"Oh~" Count Otto glanced at him. "You killed that dragon?"

"Yes." The mercenary nodded respectfully. "My lord Count, I did it."

"Cough, cough~"