A Dragon against the Whole World

Chapter 813: Chapter 445: Wild Elder Dragon: I Just Took a Nap, and You’re Telling Me There’s an Owner Here? (2)

From the advanced alchemists and various craftsmen of Lothern, the Ola Kingdom has learned and mastered much cutting-edge knowledge.

In the future, if Lothern’s assistance is lost, the pace of construction in all areas may slow down, but it will definitely not come to a standstill.

”The problem is, the Saint King who was resurrected... his state is not right. Over time, he can no longer suppress the ambitions of the various countries that have surged again. They are not willing to pay so much cost but receive no benefits.”

”The flames among the Southern Countries have a tendency to rekindle.”

”I am closely tied to the Lotheren Kingdom, and in time, it will be unavoidable to be bound to its chariot.”

The Red Iron Dragon raised its mighty dragon head, its gaze seemingly piercing through the palace, casting towards the southern sky, pondering deeply.

Ever since the Saint King appeared, quelling the civil war with thunderous means, the Southern Countries have maintained a superficial peace for over twenty years, setting aside disputes for the time being to heal the wounds left by war and recover vitality.

But now, the strength of each country is gradually recovering.

They have begun to stir, attempting to challenge the existing order.

About three years ago, there was a duel between unidentified legendary powerhouses in the airspace near Lothern Royal City, causing quite a stir.

They were eventually driven out by the stationed legendary force of Lothern.

However, the Saint King did not appear.

And actions similar to testing Lothern’s bottom line and the Saint King’s state have become increasingly frequent lately.

Galos, with his keen sense of smell, has already detected the increasingly unruly atmosphere in the air.

He senses that unless the Saint King can once again display overwhelming power to truly make the countries feel pain, a second even more extensive great war involving the countries would be inevitable barring any major variables.

Since the former Lothern Federation has already disbanded, this time it will no longer be internal strife.

Once it breaks out, the flames of war are bound to be fiercer and more intense than the first civil war, affecting a broader range.

”War is a gigantic whirlpool.”

”Once it truly begins, even far away in the Sel Wilderness, this emerging Giant Dragon Kingdom of mine could never remain unaffected, and it will inevitably be involved.”

”And in such high-level camp confrontations, any side that attempts to sway might instead be the first to be settled and eliminated.”

”Maintaining a close relationship with Lothern strategically poses no problem, and there’s no need to change it lightly. Besides, even if I choose to align myself with Ripos, they cannot let go of their guard against me, and I cannot trust them either.”

The Red Iron Dragon prepares ahead, making judgments in his heart.

Immediately, he slowly stood up, left the Royal Palace, and went back to the mountains for training again.

It was nighttime.

In the sky over the Sel Wilderness, two differently sized moons hang high, shedding cool and bright light, with countless shining stars embedded in the deep night sky, flickering unsteadily.

The Red Iron Dragon looked up at this vast and familiar night sky, then withdrew his gaze.

As usual, he took out and used the Eye of True Sight, evolving his eyes on one hand while assisting his training with it for better effects.

But it wasn’t long before, focusing his gaze and looking towards Red Flame Royal City.

The Red Iron Dragon’s pupils contracted for a moment, and his expression became serious and heavy.

In his extraordinary vision, countless light points representing life, like stars reflected on a lake, flickered in every corner of the Royal City.

Among them, one light point was particularly large.

In its tiny humanoid outline, the claws and fangs of a dragon were hidden.

”An uninvited legendary dragon, arriving without prior notice... Friend or foe?”

”Is it a Dragon Witch Demon sent by the Path of Scales? Or a legendary giant dragon from the Bronze Dragon lineage seeking revenge? Or some other situation?”

Galos locked his gaze on that special presence in the Royal City, pondering its possible identity and intentions.

He immediately halted his training plans for the night and soared into the sky.

Meanwhile, in Red Flame Royal City, on a bustling street.

Though it was nighttime, it was still brightly lit, and the noise was deafening.

Creatures from different races jostled each other, various magic lamps and traditional torches and oil lamps intermingling, illuminating the neatly paved stone street as if it were daylight, full of vitality.

A ”youth” with a tall, slender figure clad in a deep purple robe strolled leisurely amidst the bustling crowd.

He had a handsome face, his pupils a deep purple, appearing very young, yet an aura of calmness that could only be owned by those who have experienced the long passage of time naturally surrounded him, causing some perceptive creatures to instinctively keep a certain distance from him, not daring to easily approach.

He was a legendary giant dragon who had been in slumber for nearly a hundred years and, upon waking not long ago, discovered the dramatic changes in the wilderness, prompting him to investigate.

— Ithelamas.

He had resided in the Sel Wilderness for many years, merely due to a dislike for conflict and a character inclined towards observing the world’s changes quietly, he had left behind no prominent reputation, remaining unknown.

”Interesting...”

Ithelmas muttered softly, scanning his surroundings with interest.

He saw an ogre vendor handing a roasted meat skewer to a human child with tongs; a dwarf warrior and a giant warrior clinking their mugs and laughing loudly about their day’s adventures outside a tavern; a centaur patrol team marching in unison, maintaining order among the diverse residents without favoritism.