With the Gold Dragon dead, the Topaz Dragon's pupils contracted sharply. Seeing Wellington and the Dark Elf approaching, he hurriedly shouted, "I surrender! According to the war treaty, you must treat prisoners of war well!"
"Um?"
Yarwei was stunned. According to the records in the clan's ancient texts, weren't True Dragon all extremely arrogant creatures? Logically, they should have preferred death to surrender, like that Gold Dragon. How come this guy...
Could it be a scam?
Wellington didn't think much of it. The glorious era of the True Dragon Clan had long passed. Perhaps the Metallic Dragon Clan of Dragon Island still retained that glory, but for the Topaz Dragon and most of the Chromatic Dragon, surrendering was no longer a strange thing.
"Surrender immediately, lie down on the ground, and do not resist in any way!" Wellington shouted.
A look of humiliation appeared in Topaz Dragon's eyes, but now that his life was in someone else's hands, he could only obediently land on the ground, fold his wings, and dare not make any resistance. Even when Wellington cast layers of binding magic on him, he did not resist.
"Is this really True Dragon Clan?" Yarwei asked incredulously.
Wellington glanced at the graceful Dark Elf woman, nodded slightly, and offered no further explanation.
Seeing this, Yarwei didn't ask any more questions and obediently followed behind Wellington.
The latter took out the communicator and contacted Logo.
Before long, a beam of light shot out, transforming into a projection that appeared on Logo, clad in a crimson Sky Eagle Mecha, materialized.
"Greetings, Earl!"
Wellington instinctively straightened up, radiating respect from the inside out. Witnessing this, Yarwei's eyes flickered, her gaze widening as she curiously examined the projection in front of her.
"How is the war going?" Logo asked.
"Reporting to Your Excellency, the Dark Elf leader Yarwei, has defected to our side. Under siege, the Gold Dragon perished, and the Topaz Dragon surrendered."
As he spoke, Wellington turned slightly to reveal the Topaz Dragon lying prostrate on the ground not far behind him, its body covered in magical light.
Seeing this, Logo nodded slightly, then turned his gaze to Yarwei, saying in an unyielding tone, "Bring your Dark Elf tribe here immediately."
After saying that, Logo hung up the call.
Wellington slowly turned around. "Lady Yarwei, you have heard what His Excellency the Earl said. Now, let's act!"
Yarwei slowly lowered her head, "Yes, sir!"
At the front lines, the Dark Elf First Border Defense Army, under the supervision of a Gendaya warrior, was lining up to lay down their weapons, including high-ranking members such as Elder Windsor.
Lavier received the Windsor elder, exchanged a few words, and then instructed her to restrain her people and their families. He then mobilized 70% of his forces to attack the Basilisk tribe.
Unlike the Dark Elf ' sensibility, the Basilisk's brain was like a rock in a latrine—stinky, inflexible, and utterly clueless about surrender.
Even though Lavier had already sent people to inform the Basilisk's higher-ups that the Dark Elf Race had surrendered and hoped they would also give up resistance, the Gendaya People would definitely treat the Basilisk race well.
But none of it worked.
The stubborn Basilisk even turned the messenger they sent to deliver the message into a stone and threw him out.
This action enraged Lavier, who, after reporting it to Logo, decided to exterminate the entire tribe!
A large army was mobilized to surround the Basilisk from all directions.
Meanwhile, Yarwei, leading a high-level force of the Dark Elf Race, obeyed Logo's orders to take the old count's place and engage the leader of the Basilisk.
The old earl, finally free to attend to something, rushed off to Wellington.
Upon seeing the Gold Dragon's corpse, the old count was forced to wear a mask of anguish.
"What a tragedy!!"
The old count pounded his chest, nearly spitting out a mouthful of blood, and then proceeded to give Wellington, who had rushed over to greet him, a thorough dressing-down.
The latter didn't dare to talk back, so he just hung his head, as if to say, "Go ahead and curse me for as long as you want."
Wellington, of course, knew the reason for the old Earl's anger.
The core class skill of the Slaughter Knight, [Slaughter: Blood Soul Plunder], allows you to improve your physical potential and the quality of [Battle Soul] and [Slaughter Dou Qi] by personally killing sufficiently strong opponents.
Simply put, it aids in cultivation, helps with breakthroughs, significantly enhances Transcendent potential, and offers numerous benefits.
The improvement is even greater when hunting high-end prey such as Dragon Clan, Giant Race, High Elf, and Demon Race.
Such hunting must be carried out by one's own strength.
You can't fool yourself; the training of a knight demands a great deal from one's mind.
If your heart wavers, you cannot.
In short, the old count must personally kill his prey and act as the main force in the process in order to rely on [Slaughter - Blood Soul Plunder] to seize the prey's blood soul power and improve himself.
The quality and potential of the Gold Dragon's bloodline naturally far surpass those of the Topaz Dragon.
If defeating Topaz Dragon increases the probability of breaking through to Legendary status by 20%, then defeating Gold Dragon increases it by at least 30%.
Don't underestimate the difference of just one percent; in the process of breaking through to Legendary, every single opportunity is invaluable.
But for Wellington, facing Gold Dragon fighting desperately, he couldn't afford to hold back; otherwise, it would be irresponsible to himself and his Mage.
The all-out fight ultimately led to Gold Dragon's death, which was an unavoidable outcome.
But facing the old count, who had worked hard for the clan his whole life, he didn't want to explain. Letting the old man vent his anger was fine; he wouldn't lose anything.
After cursing for a long time, the old count waved his hand.
"Sigh, well, it seems this old man isn't so lucky. At least you didn't kill Topaz Dragon."
The old earl, who had fought his way through countless battles, understood Wellington's predicament. After cursing a few times to calm himself down, he turned his attention to Topaz Dragon.
At that moment, Topaz Dragon, who was lying on the ground, felt a tremor in his heart, and a bad premonition arose.
"Let him go!"
The old count held a heavy scythe in his right hand and pointed at Topaz Dragon with his left.
Wellington nodded, and with a wave of his hand, all the binding magic collapsed like a sanctuary, freeing Topaz Dragon.
But Topaz Dragon felt no joy whatsoever at this moment. To him, the old count who was striding towards him was like a vengeful ghost.
"What... what do you want to do? According to the war treaty established by the [Planet Oklo Joint Defense Council], prisoners of war must not be mistreated; otherwise, one will be subject to an international military tribunal."
The old count chuckled upon hearing this, glanced at Topaz Dragon, and said quietly, "According to Article 184 of the War Treaty, all alternate dimensions that have been out of contact with the main world for more than a thousand years are not considered core territories of Planet Oklo, and therefore are not subject to the War Treaty."
After saying this, the old count looked meaningfully at Topaz Dragon, whose face had stiffened.
The meaning is clear: you're still too green to talk about war treaties with a veteran like me who's fought on the battlefield for years!
"Come, die a glorious death like a True Dragon, and do not lose the honor that is in your blood!"
After saying this, the old count didn't give Topaz Dragon a chance to speak. He swung his scythe, drawing a blood-red crescent moon mark, like the Death God's Scythe, and slashed down heavily!
"Roar! You vile, despicable insect, I'll tear you to pieces!"
Driven to the brink of despair, Topaz Dragon's eyes blazed with a desperate madness as he lunged at the old count, baring his fangs and brandishing his claws.
A new battle to slay dragons has broken out!