"This attack on the gem mine is still a bit risky, and the benefits are not large enough to warrant the risk."
"In fact, you shouldn't take such risks just for the sake of temporary convenience."
"It was too impulsive. I should have been more cautious, I should have been more cautious."
Red Iron Dragon silently reflected.
But then another emotion surged up.
When Thunderflame Breath blasted the first ballista, and when the bodies of No-Fly Pillar and Golem collapsed under his claws, that long-lost, pure, almost brutal sense of joy was like biting the throat of a saber-toothed tiger for the first time when he was a child.
Over the years, I have deliberately suppressed myself in order to survive.
Got a moment of relief today.
He never liked the cautious lifestyle, it was just a necessity for survival.
Red Iron Dragon suddenly accelerated to tear apart the clouds and rushed higher into the sky, allowing the heavy rain to completely wash away the smell of gunpowder smoke on the scales.
In the brief sunshine above the dark clouds, he stretched his scarred body.
"I can't forget to be cautious and can't be too impulsive and take risks."
"But!"
"Only the weak have many worries. One day, I will no longer need to be cautious. I will be able to live without any scruples and no taboos!"
Garos Inhale the thin high-altitude air flow deeply, letting the cold oxygen fill your lungs.
He left all his hesitation and regret in the clear sky behind him, and dived into the deep wind and rain with firmer determination.
A few days later.
The heavy rain gradually died down, and the heavy rain curtain that blocked the sky turned into a light drizzle.
South outside Ser Wilderness, Raymond Duchy, Thorn Territory.
There is no rain here and there are no dark clouds in the sky.
The moonlight was as bright as ever, but in Ironthorn Viscount's eyes, it looked cold and melancholy. Two moons, one real and one fake, hung in the sky, like a pair of eyes, casting a sarcastic look at him.
He stood on the terrace, with a layer of stubble on his chin and bloodshot eyes.
He doesn't look like a noble noble viscount, but rather an incompetent middle-aged man who lost his son.
This is also true.
Anger burned in Ironthorn Viscount's chest, like an unquenchable flame. His son died, under the claws of several dragons.
The proud, young Edmund, who should have inherited everything from him and made his family proud of him, now only has a blur of flesh and blood left, no, not even a blur of flesh and blood is left, no bones remain.
The Viscount's teeth clenched loudly, and the veins on his forehead popped out, as if they were about to explode.
His breathing was heavy, and every time he took a breath he felt like he was trying to swallow all the anger in the air.
"A few beasts. A few damn beasts!"
His voice was low and hoarse, like a curse squeezed from the depths of his throat.
He hated those dragons, hated their arrogance, hated their cruelty, hated them for daring to take away his son.
But.
What makes him hate even more is himself.
Regret wrapped around his heart like a poisonous snake. He regretted letting Edmund collect taxes. He regretted not sending stronger guards. He regretted that he did not do a complete reconnaissance. He regretted that he failed to discover that there were several Evil Dragon behind those monsters!
Those damn dragons.
Not giving up after killing Edmund, he even attacked Raymond Duchy's mine site, causing serious damage and taking away a large number of gems, and named him as a reward.
This brought big trouble to Ironthorn Viscount, causing questioning and dissatisfaction from the family.
But Ironthorn Viscount no longer cares about this.
His fingers dug into his palms, his nails pierced the skin and blood seeped out, but he felt no pain.
He remembered Edmund's nonchalant look before leaving, and his son's smile as he said, "It will make the monsters kneel down and offer their treasures."
And now, his son will never come back.
The moonlight was still bright, shining on the Viscount's face, reflecting the hatred and pain surging in his eyes.
"Blood for blood, tooth for tooth!"
"I will skin and rip you all apart! No one will be left alive!"
He slowly raised his head and looked in the direction of Ser Wilderness, his eyes like knives.
Soon after.
Ironthorn Viscount put on the armor he used when he led the army at the border, and brought along the professional Dragon-Hunting Order team he recruited by selling off his property. The average number of Life Level members is more than 12. They are rich in experience and have a glorious record of Hunt Adult Dragon.
Their weapons, combat skills, spells, and armors are all centered on dragon hunting and are extremely targeted.
To save time.
Ironthorn Viscount spent a high price and brought Dragon-Hunting Order directly to Ser Wilderness through the magic teleportation array. He traveled day and night towards Scale-Earth Rift Road.
Three days later.
Dragon-Hunting Order of Ironthorn Viscount arrived at the first destination in the hazy drizzle.
--Where the private army was destroyed.
The leader of the team, Conjurer, squatted down and brushed the black marks on the ground with his fingertips.
"Remnants of Dragonflame."
"I need all the residue related to Dragonkin," he said.
The other members quickly dispersed, searching for clues like hounds.
The result was nothing.
Standing in the Dragonkin camp in the wilderness, the torrential rain washed away the traces of the battle.
The corpses left here were also cleaned up by the ferocious beasts of the wilderness and Magic Creature, leaving only some broken and twisted armor, broken weapon blades, and metal remains.
As for the traces of Dragonkin.
There is only the scorched earth formed by Dragon Breath, and nothing else.
Conjurer Picked up a handful of ashes, rubbed it on his fingertips, and said, "Dragon Breath Scorched earth is almost the worst medium, and it is difficult to use for tracking."
Ironthorn Viscount was silent, his eyes gloomy.
Immediately afterwards, Dragon-Hunting Order came to the second key location.
--Conifer Valley.
The attack on the mine station is no small matter.
Moreover, some noble private soldiers were attacked and killed.
This is no longer an ordinary incident.
After Lothern Federation's wilderness defenders received the news, they immediately started taking action, believing that a large-scale cleanup was needed.
Through magic and Alchemical Constructs, they started a sweeping sweep with Scale-Earth Rift Road as the center, sweeping away those powerful beasts and Magic Creature.
When the powerful legions get serious.
The territories of the Molten Iron Clan distributed in the wilderness were discovered one by one, and even Conifer Valley was dug out and determined to be the core territory where Adolescent Dragon once lurked.
Ironthorn Viscount is the party involved in this incident and he was informed of this information.
When arriving at Conifer Valley, Ironthorn Viscount held on to the last hope. However, except for the scorched earth, there was still nothing else here.
Long before the attack began.
Flame Dragon Breath completely destroyed this place.
"They were well prepared and launched a premeditated attack. They erased their own traces before the attack to prevent tracking."
Conjurer, the leader of Dragon-Hunting Order, looked solemnly and said, "Adolescent Dragon is arrogant and conceited."
"After winning the victory, he decisively abandoned his territory as soon as possible. This surprised me. I didn't expect that he could cover his whereabouts so carefully."
The voice paused for a moment, and Conjurer pondered, "It should be the special Hybrid Dragon among them. It has a nature different from that of a pure-blood dragon. There is no doubt that it is the leader."
Ironthorn Viscount slowly drew out his sword and pierced the tip of the sword into the soil, as if it could penetrate the earth and hit the fleeing enemies.
"Keep looking." His voice was colder than the blade. "Look through the entire Ser Wilderness - dig them out too."
Conjurer looked at Ironthorn Viscount and said quietly, "Those dragons are very cautious, conventional methods are ineffective, but as a professional Dragon Hunters, I still have unconventional methods."
"What is it?"
Ironthorn Viscount asked eagerly.
"Using the blood of ultimate hatred as a guide, we constructed a tracking spell. Although we still cannot determine the specific coordinates, it can guide us in the general direction."
Conjurer said unhurriedly.
"Then cast it quickly."
Conjurer shook his head. "This is an evil spell that will cost you at least ten years of your life. Are you sure you can pay such a price?"
The Viscount fell silent, feeling a little hesitant in his heart.
He is nearly fifty years old, already middle-aged, but his body has not yet aged, and he is still a high-level warrior. It can be said that he is at his peak and can continue to have children. He does not necessarily have to fight Dragonkin because of the death of Edmund.
However, after some ideological struggle.
The desire for revenge still defeated reason.
Ironthorn Viscount said with an expressionless face, "As long as I can kill those dragons, I will sip their Dragon Blood and eat their flesh and bones raw. This price is nothing."