Sovell no longer cared what the messenger went on to say about "whoever beheads this man."
Only one thought remained in his mind-
While he still had his reason, he had to carve as much of a path as possible for Lia and the others behind him!
Sovell stopped concealing the power of the white dragon within him. Twin horns grew from his forehead, and a dragon's tail gradually appeared behind him as his blood surged.
A generous reward would always draw brave men.
However bloody Sovell's earlier deeds had been, however deeply the terror of his Dragon Roar had sunk in, he was not a true white dragon after all.
Spurred on by the enormous reward, soldiers began edging forward.
They leveled their spearheads, sword tips, and blades.
All at Sovell, whose face was now twisted in pain.
"Look, look at these vile humans. Tempted by a little money, they dare bare their fangs at a noble dragon. Hahahaha."
A voice echoed through his mind, but Sovell paid it no heed.
As far as nobility went, he was hardly noble himself;
as far as baseness went, he was little better than they were.
Had it not served his interests, he would never have come here with Lia.
Likewise...
Had it not served their interests, these soldiers would never have pointed their spears at him.
Hiss-haa-
Sovell drew a deep breath, resolve returning to his eyes.
Whatever happened, he could not let this battlefield become that valley from that day!
The boy raised his sword high and slammed it into the ground.
A violent storm blasted the surrounding soldiers away.
The next moment, as Sovell charged forward again, he no longer carried a golden blade, but a spear more than two meters long!
He swept the shaft around, raising waves