The Blue Dragon was Soaring high above Golden City, Clouds drifting past her.
The magnificent city looked like a miniature model on a giant sand table. Everything seemed so small, so insignificant.
Countless people had fought over countless years, all for that tiny patch of land... They came and went, leaving nothing behind...
Annan shook his head, casting the sudden melancholy from his mind. His gaze fell on the Outskirts of Golden City, where two swarms of "ants" were locked in battle.
Thanks to the Wanderer's intelligence, the Grand Lord had acted ahead of time.
"Should we go help?" Annan asked.
"Help whom?"
"The Ratfolk, of course."
But they might not know who he was, much less appreciate the help. Besides, he had more urgent things to do.
Annan abandoned the idea and patted Illymoyas's Dragon Scale. "Forget it. Let's go to the Broken Mining District."
Illymoyas turned and flew Northeast.
At the Dragon's flying speed, they reached the Broken Mining District in just an hour.
Compared with the chaos they had seen along the way, the district was unusually calm. Or was it the calm before the Storm?
Only after landing at the Freedom Gang did Annan learn why it was so quiet. With the captives absorbed into its ranks, the gang had grown to a full ten thousand people, including more than two hundred Professionals, over a dozen Elites, and one Master Level fighter. That did not even count the workers in the Mine Tunnels.
Could all of them together stand up to the Grand Lord?
Annan was not sure. The Wealth Church was on the Grand Lord's side too.
The Broken Mountains were becoming a Mire, slowly dragging him deeper. Annan knew it was time to prepare a retreat.
In the end, Annan had been too arrogant...