The Trickster

The Silver Dragon looked at each other, their massive heads glancing at one another, seemingly bewildered. One of the Silver Dragon explained, "This is what Elder Yinfei told us."

As the two sides went over the accounts in detail, Stacy felt as if she almost spat out a mouthful of blood—these Silver Dragon had actually come running over here to kill the "demon" Su Ming and "rescue" the "enslaved" Bay Owl!

"Pfft—Hahahaha!" The unicorn Qiluo, who had been listening in the entire time, couldn't hold back any longer. She laughed so hard she slapped the ground, jumping and rolling around on the spot. "Dragons so completely isolated from information, you're simply... deserving to be itchy to death! Hahahaha!"

Stacy crossed her arms, annoyed. "Bay Owl and Su Ming are very good partners! There's no enslavement involved at all! Besides, Su Ming saved her, so she—well, never mind, these two save each other all the time!"

"This sounds completely different from what Elder Yinfei said," a Silver Dragon lying on the ground, scratching its back with its claws, said in a puzzled voice.

According to Elder Yinfei's account, it was Su Ming who seized control of the White Bone Mark from Galio. Bay Owl failed to escape and once again fell into a state of enslavement.

Furthermore, under the coercion of the evil Bone King Su Ming, they attacked temples of faith in the light everywhere, causing countless deaths and injuries to devout believers.

Although as members of the Silver Dragon Guard, they should trust Elder Yinfei without reservation, standing before them at this moment were a pure unicorn and Indigo Kite, a healer who had saved countless races!

This inevitably caused their faith in Elder Yinfei to waver somewhat.

"Do you all usually live in the completely isolated Dragon Valley? Do you really not care at all about what's happening on the continent?" Stacy couldn't help but ask again, her tone filled with disbelief.

"The tedious tasks of dealing with human kingdoms and gathering intelligence have always been handled entirely by Elder Yinfei..." another Silver Dragon argued somewhat hesitantly.

Stacy suddenly thought, maybe we should just leave these idiots on this deserted island and let them itch to death!

She patiently recounted the entire incident in more detail.

Qiluo also got up from the ground, shaking the dust off her mane. "So, to put it simply, you were used as pawns, forced to aid and abet evil! Do you understand now?!"

The leader, Yin'er, remained silent, his massive head bowed, his molten gold vertical pupils gleaming with a thoughtful light, and he did not speak for a long time.

At this moment, General Tai'ao'duo, seeing that the Silver Dragon had not moved for a long time, sent another mage to the cave entrance to deliver an order, urging the Silver Dragon Guard to immediately attack and join the battle.

Before the poor mage could finish speaking, Yin'er suddenly turned his head, let out a low roar from deep in his throat, and spat out a breath!

The messenger was blasted out of the cave, landing awkwardly on the snow and sliding a considerable distance before coming to a stop.

"Indigo Kite," Yin'er's massive dragon head turned to Stacy after exhaling its breath, "This matter is of great importance, and there are still many doubts. Please allow us to observe for the time being and make a decision after we have investigated the truth."

He didn't completely trust Stacy. But Elder Yinfei would return sooner or later, Bay Owl was in the nearby sea. The truth would soon come to light.

The dragon race has long since developed this habit throughout their long lifespan. If something can be confirmed simply by waiting, then so be it! After all, time is the last thing dragons lack.

"It's up to you," Stacy said, shrugging. "Just don't attack us or cause us any trouble!"

Seeing that an agreement had been reached, the other Silver Dragon behind Yin'er could no longer contain themselves and crowded forward.

"Indigo Kite!" said a slightly smaller Silver Dragon, "Now, can you treat this damned psoriasis for us?"

"I'm sorry," Stacy said with a helpless expression. "I rushed here because my primary mission was to stop you from attacking our warships. Healing magic has negligible effect on viral skin infections. I did, however, concoct a special topical ointment for you..."

"The dosage of medicine prepared for you big guys is calculated by the ton!" Qiluo snorted from the side, kicking the ground with her hoof. "How can I possibly carry that!"

Seeing the massive dragon faces of the Silver Dragon instantly collapse, Stacy comforted them, "But don't worry, this battle will be over soon. Once they're done, I'll have someone bring the medicine over immediately. Then you can not only apply the medicine, but also have plenty of hot water prepared so you can take a comfortable hot bath!"

"Really?!" Upon hearing this, all the tormented Silver Dragon, even the usually composed Yin'er, suddenly had their huge, molten gold dragon eyes burst forth with an incomparably bright and hopeful light! It was as if they had heard heavenly music!

Stacy found a flat rock to sit on and pulled out her medical spellbook. "However, the Scholar Bay Owl specifically created soothing magic that can temporarily relieve skin itching. Although it's not very effective in curing the virus—"

Before Stacy could finish speaking, the Silver Dragon ' enormous heads surged toward her like a tidal wave.

Elder Yin'er was caught off guard and was pushed aside by them!

"Stop right there!" Stacy jumped to her feet, hands on her hips, pointing at each of the enormous dragon heads that were approaching, and scolded, "Dragons, my foot! Line up by age, one at a time!"

****

Pansy

As the magical warship "Scourge of Absolution" sank completely, an eerie silence immediately descended upon the battlefield.

The "Veil of Eternal Winter" that shrouded the sea lost its purpose, and its massive Magic Power structure began to disintegrate and dissipate. Without the continuous gathering and enhancement of power, the intensity of the originally violent blizzard decreased sharply, and the snowfall visibly diminished rapidly.

Before long, the snowflakes falling from the sky became sparse. Due to the accelerated consumption by the "Veil of Eternal Winter," this blizzard, which should have lasted for a long time, came to an abrupt end in a short period of time.

On the ship, all personnel without other duties rushed onto the deck to begin a comprehensive snow and frost removal operation.

"Beep beep beep--!"

The radar alarm sounded, and the screen clearly showed a large number of aerial targets approaching at high speed!

Su Ming immediately raised his binoculars and looked in the direction of the target. In his field of vision, he saw a group of Sea Eagle Beast flying rapidly in the newly brightening sky like a small patch of dark clouds, numbering about fifty. Further confirmation from radar information indicated that they had likely taken off from nearby islands in the sea.

The radar continued scanning, but no dragon was detected. It seems everything is going smoothly on Stacy's end.

At the very front of the flight formation, the leader was not human, but a green-skinned goblin!

He was short and somewhat hunched over, casually wrapped in a large piece of unpatterned brown linen. Most striking was his unusually large head, with a pair of long, pointed ears that drooped slightly and swayed in the wind. His nose, like a vulture's beak, occupied almost the center of his face.

"The enemy lineup is quite strong!" Su Ming guessed, "Saint Rank goblins?"

Although he didn't recognize the goblin, he noticed that two archbishops from the Temple of Light, dressed in magnificent robes, were respectfully following behind him!

"That's right, the sorcerer Saxon," Zijin immediately explained. "I guess he was temporarily hired by the Temple of Light at a high price." As she spoke, a smile played on her lips, and her tone carried a unique admiration, "He actually... truly worthy of being a sorcerer!"

"Are those forty-odd people behind all bishops?" Su Ming's gaze swept over the dozens of figures behind the archbishop, who were also dressed in High Rank clergy robes.

"It's a mixed team of high priests and bishops," Zijin explained.

"That's quite a number," Su Ming couldn't help but remark. "The Temple of Light was able to muster such a substantial core fighting force in just one naval battle!"

"After all, the Temple of Light is a behemoth that rules over eighty million believers." Zijin's tone carried a deep sense of apprehension. "The current naval situation severely limits their organizational and mobilization capabilities. If the battle were on land..." She paused, "We would be facing dozens of times more High Rank clergy than we are now, plus tens of thousands of elite paladins!"

"... Understood." Su Ming nodded.

Size is an indispensable part of strength. If we simply rely on a war of attrition to completely defeat such a deeply rooted and powerful behemoth, it will be an extremely difficult and costly endeavor.

Fortunately, their strategy is not to destroy the entire Temple of Light, but to target the Divine Covenant Faction within it. This presents the possibility of a breakthrough from within. At the same time, they will adopt a combination of methods, rather than relying solely on brute force.

****

Before Su Ming and Zijin, the green-skinned goblin sorcerer Saxon stood steadily on the smooth back of the giant Sea Eagle Beast. His murky yellow eyes, sunken deep in their wrinkled sockets, appeared unfathomable against the backdrop of a cloudy sky, revealing no emotion whatsoever.

"Good day, Bone King, and Bay Owl!" Saxon's voice was thin and wavering in the howling sea breeze.

The other manned Sea Eagle Beast had their powerful muscles bulging beneath their feathers, revealing their strenuous flight. But the one ridden by the trickster Saxon was incredibly relaxed, its wings beating powerfully and calmly, as if its back were completely empty.

On the decks surrounding the Pansy, the necromancers who had been clearing snow had all stopped what they were doing. They quickly and silently gathered and lined up, gripping their staffs tightly.