"3,000 people. That's enough, right?"
His Majesty Sakamento didn't appear in Odietore's territory. On the contrary, he was in a relic inside the Azura Forest.
This relic wasn't the trace of the Elven Temple, but the troll's.
The giant troll tribe had a sizable number of houses and basic facilities. However, these had already become temporary barracks for the abyssal army. The so-called tribal elders and other such trolls had long since died.
War was always crueler than one could imagine.
Even the trolls, who had never participated in worldly battles, became victims in this situation. Perhaps when they faced the Abyss Army that rushed into the village, they still wondered why these guys treated them this way. But the next moment, the butcher's knife was raised, and there was no time to react.
This world left too few choices for the weak, and even fewer for the strong.
Rubbing a skull that looked like some kind of magic beast in his hand, Sakamento lifted it up curiously. There were sharp and slightly curved nails on his huge palm. In the eyes of trolls, the skull of a rank 9 magic beast was the pride of their elder. It was also the symbol and proof of identity for this elder to become the tribe leader. However, this sturdy skull that couldn't be broken by any trolls was crushed into pieces by Sakamento in the next moment as if he was inadvertently pinching it.
"Fragile race."
The pale-faced Monarch didn't have any interest in the battle prowess displayed by this primitive Troll village.
A faint light flashed, and the crushed pieces in his hand were disintegrated into powder by an even more powerful and obscure force, scattering all over the ground.
The huge house that symbolized the tribe leader's identity didn't seem spacious with his broad bat wings. Sakamento squinted his eyes and thought about something. Just as the force in the air faded, his body suddenly dodged to the side!
He didn't even swing his huge claws. It could even be said that he was too lazy to attack with his arms. The huge bat wings suddenly spread and blocked the attack of a sharp sword. The sharp blade slashed on Sakamento's wings, but it didn't cause any wound at all. Instead, it suddenly bounced back in the opposite direction, and even left a big cut on the edge of the blade!
The bat wings didn't stop moving. It simply and decisively passed in front of him. The figure that hadn't appeared in the air had become the owner of a pool of blood on the ground with a horrible tearing sound.
"Plop."
The corpse fell to the ground. With a trace of unwillingness, Sakamento gently dusted off the non-existent dust on his body. He was stingy with superfluous words.
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"I'm here. Should I be counted as a guest?"
The person who spoke was wearing a tight and capable robe. He looked like the most orthodox aristocrat of the human empire, and he was a great aristocrat with a unique temperament and self-restraint.
But if you looked closely, his clothes were mixed with many strange traces. The cuffs of the jacket belonged to the style of the human empire three thousand years ago, and the whole jacket was the style of the Empire of Saint Reims today. The collar had the emblem of the Lambas Church when it was first established, which was the symbol of the clergy's clothes.
Similarly, a pair of trousers and a pair of leather boots belonged to different human empires in different eras. However, these accessories that didn't appear in the same era and region formed Augustine's current attire and didn't look weird or out of place at all.
No one could tell what kind of feeling it was. The clothes were not a set, but they were very harmonious and did not make people feel unnecessary at first glance.
Of course, if people knew how long this guy in front of them had lived, maybe they wouldn't be so amazed.
Augustine stood tall. He was now in the mountains in the easternmost part of the Empire of Saint Reims, the southernmost part of the Azura Forest, the territory of the Red Dragons.
The undead appeared in front of the door of the residence of the World Elemental Guardian, but he was treated as if he was facing a formidable enemy.
In front of him was an ordinary mountain wall, but at this moment, there were figures floating in the air on this straight cliff. Countless red dragons appeared at the entrance, looking at the uninvited guest in front of them. The elements in front of them gathered at an unusually fast speed, ready to attack at any time.
They were waiting for the patriarch's order.
Augustine, who stood in front of these red dragons, looked at the scene in front of him with great interest. He didn't seem to realize that he was going to be killed at all. Instead, he crossed his arms and asked the guy who stood in front of him who was the closest to him.
A young dragon wearing a fiery red robe stood in front of Augustine. His body was enshrouded in powerful waves. It wasn't strange for the dragon race to have level-10 strength, but this terrifying wave that could make even mortals tremble was no more pressuring to Augustine than a breeze.
"What?
Do you want to fight with me? "
Augustine looked like an ordinary human, but it was impossible for an ordinary human to come here on foot and accurately find the territory of the red dragons.
"Tell me why you're here."
No one who could come this far was a fool. As one of the strongest descendants of the dragon race when Carolina wasn't around, Tuck naturally stood in the first row.
The dragons' fearlessness came from the passion in their hearts. As one of the races that had existed for the longest time in this world, they wouldn't be timid and cowardly.
Facing Augustine, who seemed to be unarmed and at ease, Tuck vaguely understood the huge gap in strength between him and Augustine. The more powerful one was, the closer their body was to the origin of this world.
As for what exactly the origin of the world was like, Tuck had no idea. Such secrets weren't things and concepts that could be recorded or taught in books, but experiences and lessons that could only be learned through understanding and practice.
The confrontation didn't last long. When the gate of the dragon territory appeared on the cliff, all the red dragons, including Tuck, retreated to the side respectfully. They slightly bowed in a humble manner, waiting for the figure that was about to show up behind the gate.
"Augustine, I told you that I don't want to see you again."
Evelyn's voice came from the spacious cave. Then, the Red Dragon Patriarch, who was a demigod powerhouse, stood at the edge of the entrance of the Dragon Clan. However, she did not take a single step forward.
It was as if this was the boundary between the Dragon Clan and Augustine.
"You're still the same. You're not willing to step out of your nest."
Augustine put down his arms that were crossed in front of his chest and performed an elegant noble bow. He glanced at Evelyn who was wearing a crimson robe in a gentlemanly manner and stared at the red dragon patriarch who had a perfectly proportioned body in front of him with his ocean-blue eyes. He glanced at the gorgeous and beautiful dragon horns on her head and stopped at her delicate face.
Neither of them seemed to have an intimidating aura, but their temperament was unrivaled.
Tuck, who was considered an outstanding talent among the dragons, was standing aside humbly with his head lowered, not daring to disobey Augustine at all.
However, the pride of the dragons was far more stubborn than one could imagine.
Augustine's words made Evelyn frown slightly. If it were anyone else, even the lords of the Abyss or Cridill, Evelyn wouldn't have hesitated so much. That was because those camps and the dragons were like natural enemies, and there was no room for negotiation. However, Augustine was different.
He was very different.
To the dragons, the name "Augustine" was gradually forgotten in the long river of time, just like what happened to Shawei to the elves. He appeared about 300 years after the Roslorian Continent was invaded by the Abyss, but only the dragons … or rather, only the red dragons knew that his existence had been recorded in the history of the dragons before the long-lasting war.
However, this history wasn't recorded on any paper or any other medium. Instead, it was forever buried in the mind of the red dragon patriarch, Evelyn.
"At times like this, your appearance is always an irresistible coincidence."
Evelyn narrowed her eyes, and her colorful pupils constricted slightly. Then, she took a step back gracefully, hesitated for a few seconds, and continued, "The red dragons don't welcome your arrival like before, but we won't reject your entry."
This was the first time the dragons heard such contradictory words. Before this, Evelyn had never said something like this. Helplessness and hesitation were not something a red dragon should have.
Augustine's smile was unusually magnanimous. He didn't look as if his scheme had succeeded. He shrugged and took a few steps forward. "The Red Dragon is still giving such a complicated answer. But I can't hear the other dragons' answers now. What a pity."
This sentence made Evelyn frown even deeper. Her expression made some juniors who didn't know the situation unable to hold back.
Before he reached the stone door where Evelyn was, Augustine turned his head casually and looked at the figure that was more than 100 meters away from him. It was a level-9 dragon girl. Her fiery temper seemed to be a characteristic of the red dragons. She didn't care about anything else and released a series of magic at Augustine!
Evelyn didn't have a binding force on the red dragons like Sakamento did. She was a kind teacher, not a strict officer. Therefore, she couldn't stop this at all. The pride of the dragon race would always be touched by sensitive things, and a hot-tempered woman would always be more emotional than rational.
The flaming wheel saw transformed into a terrifying red beam of light that rumbled straight towards Augustine!
However, all of this seemed to be a flashy illusion. The moment the elemental approached Augustine, the blazing light disappeared instantly. There wasn't even a trace left. The scene that was distorted by the high temperature shook for a moment and then returned to normal. The extreme heat didn't even last for more than half a second.
The elemental was destroyed.
"Tsk, tsk. If you want to catch up to me, you still have to wait for a few thousand years."
Augustine looked at the figure in the sky as if he was mocking her. He didn't do anything else and continued to walk forward. In the distance, Evelyn didn't seem to care about the sudden incident at all. In her opinion, apart from herself, no dragon in the entire Dragon Territory could pose any threat to him.
Even if they attacked together, it would be hopeless.
This unruly figure left the entire continent with an unspeakable mystery. He disappeared in the shadow of the stone door and entered the forbidden area of the red dragons with Evelyn — the Dragon Territory.