Chapter 308: Chapter 231: Anti-Red Dragon Alliance
When the applause gradually subsided, someone finally began to consider the actual problem of confronting the enemy.
Under the covert instigation of the Duke of the Carter Family, Count Nal stood up from his seat and politely gave a slight bow.
“But… Your Grace, how exactly are we supposed to deal with that Red Dragon?”
“It is said he has become even more terrifying than before, completely beyond what mortals can handle. Even the mighty Frost Giants of the Everfrost Tribe were destroyed by that Red Dragon as if by a great scourge, let alone us ordinary humans.”
“Indeed.”
“Even the armies of Boske will be unable to withstand it.”
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“The Allied Forces of yesteryear were all annihilated by that Red Dragon alone.”
“Alas, that’s the King of Ashen.”
“We also wish to put forth our efforts against the forces of evil, but we fear that the painstakingly cultivated army will become cannon fodder.”
Many nobles echoed these sentiments and engaged in fervent discussion.
Count Nal was not only inquiring about the strategy but also probing the bottom line of the Boske Duchy, trying to see where their resolute confidence lay.
Duke Leo showed no sign of panic, merely stroking his gray-white beard, straightening his chest, and laughing heartily.
“Ha ha, Count Nal, your question is excellent.”
“That Red Dragon may be powerful, but when facing an evil force of this scale and magnitude, our allies are far more than mere mortals—”
Duke Leo gave a signal, and Count Trischka, standing beside him, immediately understood and hastily stood up.
“With the intercession and mediation of the Harpist Alliance, we’ve found many extraordinary beings who are very willing to provide us with assistance, helping us jointly uphold justice and order in the North.”
He cleared his throat deliberately and spoke solemnly:
“Allow me to introduce to you, with great honor, the Elder of the southern Melwood Clan, revered as the ‘Wings of Silver,’ the esteemed and mighty Ancient Silver Dragon—Lord Osedro.”
Count Trischka turned around and bowed slightly towards an empty space.
Before countless eyes, the space there began to gradually distort.
Soon after, a magnificently ornate silver portal appeared out of thin air in the hall, slowly opening with shining magic runes.
“It seems…”
“I’m not too late.”
A strange voice rang out.
An elderly figure holding a magic wand stepped out from the portal.
He appeared to be about seventy or eighty years old, his hair and beard immaculate white, and his deep eyes like the most pristine mercury, filled with a glimmer of wisdom.
He wore a robe adorned with stars, and his magic wand was made of mithril, inlaid with a bizarre magic stone resembling the void of the star realm.
Silver Dragons often used humanoid forms, usually appearing as kindly elderly humans or beautifully young Elves, spending most of their time in this form to more easily interact with humanoid creatures—Ancient Silver Dragon Osedro was clearly the former.
As this elder appeared, the nobles present immediately erupted into a commotion, standing up to greet him.
“By the Gods, Duke Leo has invited a Silver Dragon!”
“An Ancient Silver Dragon at that!”
“Splendid!”
“We finally have hope of defeating that Red Dragon!”
Seeing the elder stand calmly, Duke Leo quickly stood up, slightly bowed, and personally went forward to greet him.
“Lord Osedro, your timing couldn’t be more perfect.”
“Please, have a seat.”
Duke Leo directly escorted the Ancient Silver Dragon to the main seat, while he himself stood to the side. Osedro did not refuse and sat down directly.
Silver Dragons were known to be the friendliest and most approachable of the giant dragons towards humans, even among the metal dragons.
However, no matter how amiable the other party appeared, Duke Leo was not foolish enough to truly believe he was on equal footing with a dragon, whose pride was deeply ingrained and etched into their very bones.
Osedro slowly began to speak:
“I am already aware of your situation.”
“Ha, the filthy progeny of Tiamat, you can even smell that sulfur scent from here.”
As he spoke, a magic image appeared before everyone, a prized intelligence report on Cassius submitted by Trischka, casually reproduced by this Silver Dragon proficient in spells.
“Roar—”
The Red Dragon was seen flapping its wings amidst a sea of fire, countless people wailing as they were burned to ashes.
Witnessing such a scene, all the nobles present couldn’t help but swallow.
Osedro gently waved his hand, effortlessly dissipating the magic image: “At least Grandmaster Level spellcasting ability, far beyond the size of his age stage, that Red Dragon is indeed a troublesome adversary, potentially becoming a multiverse-level scourge in the future.”
He paused, a hint of undisguised pride in his eyes.
“Unfortunately for him, he has met me.”
“You only need to deal with those troublesome retainers, while I will confront the Red Dragon head-on.”
“Out of respect for Emperor Aiu, I might banish or even imprison this misguided creature, but if he crosses my bottom line… I will show no mercy.”
The elder’s eyes narrowed, and a gleam flashed in his mercurial pupils.
“Will Olivia be in your hands?”
“If she is harmed in any way… I will not forgive you, Red Dragon.”
He did not speak further but thought this silently to himself.
Duke Leo quickly led the applause, praising: “Lord Osedro, your righteous act commands my admiration, and you will earn the highest respect of the entire North, indeed of all of Anzeta.”
“Yes, Lord Osedro.”
“We will always remember your grace.”
“That Red Dragon is no match for you!”
Listening to the flattering words of the assembly, Osedro nodded slightly, indifferent.
Such words of excessive praise, he had heard countless times over his millennial life, to the point of numbness.
Having witnessed countless dynastic cycles, he was no longer the enthusiastic young Silver Dragon rushing to dispense justice; now, he appeared more as a guardian of world order, an observer of the Material Plane’s balance, and an Elder of the Silver Dragon Clan.
Presently, he needed to maintain the order of the North and find the junior to whom he had entrusted high hopes.
However, the arrival of the Ancient Silver Dragon did not mark the end of the council. Several more portals opened under the astonished eyes of the nobles, bringing the Divine Descendant Count from the Empire of Fadlan, Asmo from the Heavenly Mountain, the Druid Elder from the Mystic Woodland. Hundreds of superhuman beings of the justice faction gathered in the hall, rallying against their common enemy.
Duke Leo had not yet called upon the “Bloodstained Seam Blade” Legendary Adventurers, who would serve as his trump card in delivering a fatal blow to the Red Dragon.
Seeing the atmosphere growing increasingly fervent, Duke Leo raised his silver goblet high and shouted:
“For the Order of the North!”
“For fairness and justice!”
Thus, amid the clinking of goblets and thunderous applause, a coalition was formed, spanning the entire Fianso Continent and composed of various races and forces—historically known as the “Anti-Red Dragon Alliance.”
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“That was the North’s most hopeful moment. The Hero Leo Boske was full of valor, and righteous men from all over the world were resolute; they were confident in defeating that Red Dragon, yet they remained unaware—this was merely the beginning of the nightmare.”
— “Secret History of Anzeta: The Second Lionheart Alliance,” Duke Luton.
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