"Let me go, please forgive my ignorance and offense."
When Red Iron Dragon approached, Edmund saw that he was the backbone of the place and knelt down to beg for mercy, without any trace of his previous elegance and pride.
The once arrogant face was now twisted into a humble smile.
This so-called son of a nobleman.
At this time, it looks like there is not much difference from the Kobold under Garos.
"Your Majesty the Dragon, there are seven tons of Northern Ice Stone, three boxes of Mithril, and many magic scrolls in my father's vault. As long as you ask, I guarantee that he will bring them all."
Edmund said flatteringly.
No matter what, try to save your life first.
He still has a bright and vast future, and he vowed in his heart that when he becomes the Legendary Realm mage in the future, he will hunt Dragonkin everywhere to wash away the shame at this time.
Sorog and Samantha's eyes flickered, and they couldn't help but feel a little moved due to their instinctive greed. However, they did not agree directly, but looked at Red Iron Dragon in tacit understanding.
Garos's face was as cold and hard as iron, and he was indifferent to this plea for mercy.
Using Edmund's life to blackmail the viscount would certainly have a chance of getting a large ransom, but there would inevitably be a dangerous game behind it.
He didn't believe that the other party would honestly offer the ransom without doing anything.
Garos also has an instinctive desire for wealth, but compared to his own life safety, this desire was suppressed in an instant.
Stay alive and get stronger.
This is Garos's greatest desire, and nothing else can compare with it.
"Next time you want to tax Dragonkin, remember to bring a coffin."
Garos said, looking at Iron Dragon.
Under the signal from his eyes, Iron Dragon showed a cruel smile and raised its claws as if made of steel.
Young Spellcaster looked pale.
In desperation, he had a bit of quick wit, thinking of Dragonkin's arrogant character, hiding his fear, and shouted, "Killing me will only prove your cowardice!"
His voice suddenly rose. "You Evil Dragons are neither brave nor glorious!"
Iron Dragon's sharp claws paused in the air.
Edmund took the opportunity to stand up. Although his legs were still shaking, he forced himself to straighten his back. "I am destined to become the mage Legendary Realm. I am a rising star of magic. You know it very well. As long as you let me leave alive."
His eyes swept across the three giant dragons.
"One day, I will make you pay for what you did today!"
Samantha let out a low roar, "Humble reptile! Even if I give you a hundred years."
"Then let time prove it!"
Edmund interrupted, with a desperate determination in his voice. "Look who will kneel down and beg for mercy in the end!"
Garos's vertical pupils narrowed slightly, looking at this suddenly hardened human being.
In his eyes, this so-called son of a nobleman was just a pathetic gambler who placed his last bargaining chip at the critical moment of life and death, and was very cruel and cruel.
And in his impression.
This person did not cast even a single spell in the entire battle and had no actual combat experience, so much so that Garos almost forgot that he was Spellcaster.
"Human, you are very interesting."
Garos smiled half-heartedly and said, "Run away, I'll give you a chance to live."
Edmund was slightly startled at first, and then his pupils dilated slightly due to the sudden forgiveness, and incredible ecstasy appeared on his pale face.
His steps back were cautious and slow at first, as if he were afraid of disturbing the sleeping beast.
But when it was confirmed that Garos was really not pursuing him, the young mage suddenly burst out with his survival instinct.
The way he turned around and ran wildly was so embarrassing, and the sound of his expensive mage boots sinking into the mud and being pulled out was like a dying prey.
"I asked you to run away, but did you really run away?"
The cold whisper pierced Edmund's spine like an ice pick.
The young noble froze on the spot and turned around slowly, with a look of ridiculous hope on his face.
That expression reminded Samantha of a frog being stared at by a snake.
The moment the dragon's claw fell, Edmund's lips wriggled, as if he wanted to recite a protective spell, but until the last moment of his life, the spell could not be formed.
In the face of absolute power, the flesh and blood body is only a fleeting and fragile existence after all.
The heavy rain washed away the radiating blood stains and washed the minced meat mixed with broken bones into the soil.
Iron Dragon Sorog fiddled with the half piece of gold embroidered clothes with his paws and laughed, "He said he would become Legendary Realm."
Samantha grinned and said, "Now he has become Legendary Realm--" Red Dragon added maliciously, "Spellcaster, who died the stupidest person in history, just like a mortal."
At the same time.
The sounds of killing and fighting completely disappeared, but the howling of the wind and rain remained.
Without the need for a few dragons to take action, the remaining knights were all strangled by the monsters, and no one was left. The heavy rain poured down, washing away the traces left by the battle.
"Kalu, lead the troops to move north immediately, go to Quenching Heights first, and join up with People of Molten Iron who went there first."
Garos issued an order to Glutton Demon.
As for the scattered weapons, the remains of Alchemy Golem and Frost Giant, just in case there are tracking marking spells mixed in, and since we don't have time to check them carefully now, Garos doesn't plan to let his family members pack them up and take them with them.
The monsters that had just finished the battle did not stay where they were. They set off immediately and began a large-scale migration in the rain to Quenching Heights.
The people here are all elite soldiers.
Although they set off late, they might arrive sooner than the family members who had packed up their territory and passed by earlier.
"Samantha, Sorog, come with me."
Garos flapped its wings and soared into the sky against the rain.
Red Dragon and Iron Dragon followed closely.
The three soar among the dark clouds together.
"Aren't we going to Quenching Heights?"
I noticed that the current direction was not towards Quenching Heights, Iron Dragon was a little confused.
Garos lowered his eyes and glanced at the sleepy earth, and said, "After this battle, we will be exposed immediately and enter the sight of the Trail of a Thousand Snakes defenders. We cannot stay here any longer."
Don't give in anymore and kill the enemy who offends you.
This feels good.
But after all, you have to pay a certain price, and you have to give up the territorial foundation that you have been operating for many years. Compared with a behemoth like Lothern Federation, the current Adolescent Dragon is still too weak to face it head-on.
"However, since we have decided to migrate."
"Before that--"
Red Iron Dragon showed his long fangs and said in a low voice, "Let more people understand that we, Dragonkin, are not the ones who can be bullied at will, even if we are just Adolescent Dragon!"
I tolerated it for many years.
At this time, it broke out and showed its edge to the world.
Garos was still feeling a little agitated, so he decided that since he had been exposed, he would simply carry out another big wave before the army could react, trying to recover the subsequent losses caused by the territorial migration.
"What are we going to do next?"
Samantha followed Red Iron Dragon to the right and asked.
"This direction."
Iron Dragon was thoughtful, his eyes brightened, and he said, "Do you want to raid Sky Moorstone Mine?"
Sky Moorstone, this is not an ordinary ore, but a type of wind magic gem.
The Sky Magic Academy of the Holden Empire is formed from a massive amount of Sky Moorstone supplemented by magical structures. It is a Magic Academy suspended in the sky, standing among the flowing wind and floating clouds.
It has been here for many years.
Garos would observe the ground every time he soared in the sky and knew the distribution of the surrounding mineral veins very well. Iron Dragon also knew the importance of understanding the distribution of the surrounding mineral veins and had a general understanding.
This Sky Moorstone Mine is a micro scale and belongs to Raymond Duchy.
Through the clothes of Edmund, the tax collector, and the knights, the patterns and marks on Golem's body, etc., Garos can determine what country they belong to.
Now that you've already made a grudge, you might as well offend a little deeper.
Because it is a micro gem mine.
Although there are garrison guards, the scale is not very strong. At least, with the mobility of Garos, the garrison of the gem mine cannot kill him as long as he is not willing to fight.
The heavy rain at this time also provided them with good protection.
"Robbery, robbery!"
"I want to rob! I want to set fire! I want gems!"
Samantha became excited, and flames came out of his nose.
As a pure Evil Dragon, it certainly doesn't hate the act of robbery, it just doesn't like being targeted for robbery.