Yes, we ran away.
While it's true that match-fixing can happen with anyone, this team's seamless coordination is truly unique so far.
[ Practice More If You're Bad ] naturally knows this too. From the previous [ Aluode ] to the current [ Western Sharpshooter ] and [ Ginseng Rooster ], the two sides' match-fixing cooperation has become very tacit.
In another world, match-fixing is always associated with crime, but in World of Disorder, what does match-fixing even mean?
After much deliberation, [ Practice More If You're Bad ] finally let [ Ginseng Rooster ] know that they could try to expand their sphere of influence towards Riel Valley.
They also promised that if they could meet again, they would have a great fight to show the bumpkins from another world what a challenge.
Of course, it was still a fixed match.
Upon receiving the message, [ Ginseng Rooster ] silently opened the map of the Skeleton Alliance's territory and spent a great deal of effort to find the location of Riel Valley.
Beside that strategically important valley was a very obvious fortress marker, and not just any fortress.
Good heavens, a Bastion Lord is actually in charge here. It seems that place is indeed extraordinary.
Moreover, that's the territory of another Bastion Lord, and given Colin's current rate of development... it's really hard to say when he'll have another chance to be promoted.
However, we can't be too absolute—what if the Empire launches a full-scale attack on the Skeleton Alliance right now?
Chaos is a ladder to ascent; the more chaotic the place, the more ladders there are.
Thinking this, [ Ginseng Rooster ] pressed the logout button in the assigned room.
Imperial border, central military camp.
[ The Great Wei Boxing Champion ] has watched many war films, ancient and modern, domestic and foreign...
But all those films that touted their meticulous research and ample funding didn't provide him with even a fraction of the excitement he felt today.
Just a glimpse of the massive camp from a great distance was enough for [ Great Wei Boxing Champion ] to feel that dying here would be worth it.
Wisps of smoke rising from chimneys, densely packed soldiers, orderly tents, and layers of defenses like a hedgehog...
Just one glance was enough to trigger a surge of dopamine in him.
With the player's enhanced vision, the information he received in that instant was far beyond what a simple glance could provide.
Just before being blindfolded, [ The Great Wei Boxing Champion ] murmured to himself:
" World of Disorder " is truly amazing.
The half-dragon messenger naturally had no idea that the [ Great Wei Boxing Champion ] had memorized almost everything about the entire military camp with just a glance.
He was merely a Dragonborn of a Green Dragon, and the ability to "take a screenshot" was not among the bloodline powers bestowed upon him by the Green Dragon lord.
So the Dragonborn, thinking he had done a good job, led [ Great Wei Boxing Champion ] all the way into the camp, winding and turning like a taxi driver with a meter, until finally taking him to their destination—
The Green Dragon Loxor, the camp of Grand Marshal and Master of the Seals of the Empire, Luokenuosuos i.
The despicable outsider was handed over to the Dragonborn soldiers guarding the camp entrance for safekeeping. The messenger informed them and soon received permission to enter.
He lifted the tent flap and entered, where he saw a tall, middle-aged man with long, dark green hair sitting in the very center.
At that moment, he was stroking his small mustache, looking quite smug.
If it weren't for the inner armor that accentuated his already tall and imposing physique, he would probably resemble a classic villain.
Upon meeting the person in charge, the messenger did not bow or perform any imperial rituals, but instead knelt on the ground and addressed the messenger as "Master."
Luokenuosuos i, seated in the main seat, frowned slightly. He had repeatedly ordered his dragonborn Dragonborn not to reveal their true identities in the military camp. This messenger Dragonborn had always been very useful, so what was going on today?
All I did was send him to deliver a message.
The Imperial Marshal's tone had become somewhat unfriendly:
"How many times have I told you, in the military you must be addressed by your rank!"
"Yes, Grand Marshal!"
The messenger kneeling on the ground changed his address, but still didn't dare to raise his head:
"Grand Marshal, I brought back a man from Alfonso Lange. He claims to have something very important to tell you personally."
Luokenuosuos i was taken aback by this and instinctively asked in return:
"You brought him just because he told you to?"
The messenger immediately replied:
"Reporting to the Grand Marshal, this person possesses a dragon scale as a token and is aware of your true identity."
"I then brought him outside; whether he should be seen is a matter for you to decide, sir."
"Dragon scales?"
Luokenuosuos i was taken aback and instinctively pressed for an answer:
"What kind of dragon's scales?"
"This subordinate is unaware."
The messenger answered readily:
"All I know is that it's crimson in color and feels warm to the touch."
Upon hearing this, the Imperial Marshal already knew what was going on:
"So it was Red Dragon."
He stroked his beard again and muttered to himself:
Who could it be?
" Kailanzhuosi? Probably not. He's been missing for over four hundred years. He's probably dead somewhere."
" Ashardalon? Probably not. She attempted to explore the end of the world less than two hundred years ago when her lifespan was nearing its end."
" Imuwana? That's even more wrong. He set fire to the capital more than a hundred years ago and was then relentlessly hunted by human hunters. If he were still alive, he should have flown straight in to find me."
"As for Qiaolakesi... oh, I think I killed him."
Could it be that...?
Luokenuosuos i paused for a moment, thinking of a somewhat eccentric junior, not even recalling her name at first, and in his astonishment, he tore off a beard.
He recalled that he seemed to have met a younger generation member once when they were young more than a hundred years ago.
At the time, neither of the two people, no, neither of the two dragons, were in their own territories, so the dragon race's fine tradition of fighting to the death upon meeting was not triggered.
The kind-hearted Loxor even offered the other party some advice, since it could be seen from many of the unique characteristics of dragons that the younger generation seemed to be the last child of the once-glorious Red Dragon Ashardalon.
If you calculate the incubation and growth time, it seems to match up.
Although he didn't quite understand some of the young dragon's thought processes, Loxor didn't take it to heart.
Now, having exhausted his memory, he finally found the name of his almost forgotten friend, no, the descendant of the dragon, in a corner— Seraphina.
Having received no orders for a long time, the Dragonborn messenger cautiously glanced upwards with some doubt.
Just then, Luokenuosuos i's voice reached his ears:
"Let that man in to see me."
The Dragonborn messenger, who was prepared, immediately jumped up and ran out of the tent to bring [ Great Wei Boxing Champion ] in from outside.
After handing him a small stool, the Dragonborn messenger saluted and left the tent, leaving the place to his master and the outsider with dragon scales.