470: Chapter 440 The Protection of the Deford Dragon 470: Chapter 440 The Protection of the Deford Dragon The sunlight bathed the golden wilds, the distant river shone like a silver thread, mirroring the dazzling brilliance of the sky above.
The area where Ian was situated was at a small basin to the south of the Golden Prairie; these kinds of basins had abundant water flow.
One could occasionally see stretches of tall forests on either side of the roads and around the riverbanks, the scenery was quite uniquely beautiful.
Watching Sio and Lubeck approaching him, Ian felt, to be honest, a little amazed.
He seldom felt surprised.
After all, being a prophet, if he were genuinely surprised, it would be out of shock or alarm—pleasant surprises were all too rare.
He patted the cal beast on its head, coaxing it to turn around gently, and Ian asked, “What brings you two here?
Have you taken the ti to chase after ?
Is there sothing else you need to take care of?”
“Yes, but also no!”
Ian seriously doubted Sio’s surprising proficiency in horsemanship, suspecting that he could actually talk to the horses.
Horses on Terra Continent were essentially a kind of sub-dragon; this fellow seed to have a bloodline advantage over them.
The cheerful dragonkin of the Mountain People said, “We have so business to attend to in the Western Plains.
Originally, our paths were different, but Anfa asked to bring you a ssage.”
Sio paused, his brow furrowing slightly, his expression becoming solemn as if mimicking Anfa’s deanor at the ti, “He said, ‘I understand.
Thank you very much for your notification, I will attempt to catch up with you in three days.
If I have not missed you by then, leave the Purple Maple Knight to .’
“That’s pretty much the gist of it.
He spoke eloquently and there was a long string of thanks that followed—I can’t be bothered to repeat it all, but in short, it ans he’s thankful to you.”
Ian nodded slightly; he had no intention of asking what business the other party had with the Western Plains.
The young man turned his head to look at Lubeck.
The two exchanged glances, both sowhat embarrassed.
“Uncle Lubeck…
I rember you—I an, you joined the Embrace Light Church, nearly considered to have converted, to beco a monk, didn’t you?”
Ian asked with so confusion, “That was big news in Harrison Port, wasn’t it?
I’m not mistaken, right?
How co you suddenly are with…”
He glanced at Sio, who also had red hair and green eyes, and then it clicked, “The mission of your tribe?”
“That’s the question I should be asking…”
Lubeck, who had slimd down again, watched the familiar interaction between Ian and Sio, shocked, but he also had no intention of asking.
As a forr rcenary leader, he knew very well what he should know and what he should not.
“Actually, it’s mainly to deal with Fiery Fla Land.”
But before Lubeck could regain his composure, Sio by his side straightforwardly exposed their mission, “Recently, people from Fiery Fla Land have shifted a lot of manpower deep into the Bison Mountain Range, seemingly planning to provoke sothing big that will enrage the Beast Kings under my mother’s command.”
Sio spoke freely, prompting another exchange of looks between Ian and Lubeck, who then remained silent while he continued, “It is said that they intend to disrupt the ecosystem within the Bison Mountain Range, forcing those Beast Kings to launch assaults on human towns in South Ridge and the Western Territory…
they are entering the Bison Mountain Range from the Western Plains.”
“My mother has been too busy lately to take care of these minor issues.
So she dispatched and a few followers of the Dragon Worship Cult to find out the exact location of the special forces camp of Fiery Fla Land.
Next ti she passes by, she’ll just extinguish them in passing to avoid trouble.”
“Wow.”
Ian emitted a sound of surprise, “Fiery Fla Land being so bold?
Is it that their intelligence work was incomplete, or do they have a thod to deal with your mother?”
To dare strike at the territory of a Fourth Level True Dragon?
It seems that this piece of news is not in the future within the Dao Path of the Swarm…
“It should be the intelligence work.”
After thinking for a mont, Sio then nodded, “To my knowledge, the vast majority believe that The King of the Mountain is actually a giant Golden-Winged Thunderbird.”
“Apart from a few tribes that serve my mother, other Mountain People also lack clarity on the deeper parts of the mountain.”
“Ha ha.”
Ian instantly understood, shaking his head with a smile, “As I thought.”
Lucky for them.
Presumably, this batch of Fiery Fla Land’s special forces were wiped out so swiftly that there was hardly any major reaction in Harrison Port on Dao Path of the Swarm.
Ian looked at Lubeck, who now also understood why this familiar figure had suddenly beco involved with the Dragon Worship Cult.
After all, he was not an official Embrace Light monk, just a mber of the Mountain People; of course, he would defend his holand.
“I wish you a smooth journey, and until we et again.”
Being a Southern Ridge resident himself, he naturally welcod any action against Fiery Fla Land.
After thinking it over, Ian gave Sio several special alchemical bombs and potions, “If soone detects your reconnaissance and pursues you, drink this bottle of anti-poison potion and internal breathing potion, then use these poison fog dispersal bullets afterward.”
“This kind of ointnt can block the transmission of scents; I usually use it to ambush Magical Beasts.
Even Great Forest Wolves with their keen sense of sll can’t detect it, effectively avoiding various investigative thods.”
“And this is high-performance alchemical explosive, a Glorious Bullet ant for mutual destruction.
Uncle Lubeck, would you like one as well?”
The young man held up the bomb with a smile, his pitch brimming with enthusiasm, “If you don’t like the spherical ones, I also have bullet-shaped ones.”
“No, I’ll pass.”
Lubeck’s head shook like a rattle drum; seeing the excitent on Sio’s face as if he’d gotten a new toy, a sense of alarm imdiately went off in his heart, “I’m not like the adults who can entrust their souls to their bodies…
Be careful when you make an adult self-destruct, so I can stay far enough away!”
Despite his words, Lubeck was still forced to accept it.
It wasn’t that Ian insisted on giving it away, but rather that Sio wanted to take the one belonging to Lubeck to play with as well.
After receiving Ian’s gift, Sio also happily presented Ian with a black Dragon Scale Amulet.
“It can ward off quite a few negative ntal states—like the impact of spirit energy and worry stones to the mind, anything at the First Energy Level can be immunized against.”
With a face strikingly similar to Anfa’s, he revealed a completely confident expression that Anfa would never show, “Wait a while, and you’ll hear our big news in the Imperial Capital!”
“Then I shall await with great anticipation,” Ian sincerely wished them success from the bottom of his heart.
Leaving behind such spirited words, Sio and Lubeck turned toward the Western Plains.
And Ian watched them leave, disappearing behind a range of hills.
Then, he turned his gaze to the Spirit Energy Jewelry in his hands, made of black dragon scales.
Speaking of which, apart from the ‘Silent Voice Ring’ gifted by Master Gossay, was this not the first piece of Spirit Energy Jewelry he had received?
Unfortunately, the Silent Voice Ring had been overworked in the South Sea Great Labyrinth and was already damaged.
[Protection of the Mishaped Dragon]
[First Energy Level·Accessory·Elite·Not Edible]
[Bred over many years by a wounded True Dragon, its only offspring still contains the latent venom of an ancient extraterrestrial entity.
The blood of the Deford Dragon causes the limbs to atrophy, the wings to deteriorate, and even the tail blade, which should lash the earth and thunder, to beco a rigid joint.
rely moving slightly brings endless pain, leaving only an overly developed brain still pondering in the dark]
[Accessories crafted from the scales of a Deford Dragon serve to protect the mind.
As long as the ntal interference is no greater than the pain the Deford Dragon entrusted to the scales, the interference will be absorbed]
[When its pain is greater than your pain, you will no longer feel pain]
[Contained Primordial Essence: 188.7483 Standard Units]
Ian suddenly looked up, staring in astonishnt in the direction Sio and Lubeck had left.
“Deford Dragon…”
He murmured to himself, suddenly understanding why Sio walked among humans in human form, and why he was so eager, almost naively, to communicate with others and mimic their appearances and gestures.
Because…
Sio’s true form was not as he had imagined, a True Dragon’s heir, kept safely in a nest for education, a normal descendant…
But rather a deford being, unable to appear in the sunlight.
Entrusting his soul to a human body was probably his only way to experience the world without pain.
Yes, why would the King of the Mountain, just for ‘safety’s sake’, confine his own offspring in a nest until reaching the Third Power Level?
In other words, was the King of the Mountain, a true True Dragon, joining the Dragon Worship Cult really just to break through the Fifth Energy Level?
He probably already had related inheritances within his own bloodline.
“So that’s how it is…
No wonder Sio always looks so joyful.”
Shaking his head slightly, Ian finally understood many things that had puzzled him before.
If a person were in imnse pain simply by walking, then how could they not be overjoyed when they could walk freely upon the earth?
Keeping this information in mind, Ian continued on his way.
The appearance of Sio and Lubeck also signified one thing—that the powers who had noticed his departure were gradually catching up to his journey.
Whether it was Anfa, who would arrive later, or Magnetic Light and the Purple Maple Knights, it was the sa situation.
Turning around, Ian’s eyes shimred with a silver-green halo.
He nodded slightly, “As I thought.”
“They’re right behind.”
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