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Chapter 408 War Has Arrived!

“The boy with the split armor has no fear of dragons,” the elder said in Igor. “You cannot threaten him; the boy will rebel.”

“This will benefit him. Once I enter the pass, I will be able to lift the siege of Plenty.” Alex stroked his thick beard with his fingers.

He wore a horned crown and a wide royal cloak. His face was neatly groomed, and his features were striking and beautiful.

The Iron King once offered him the title of King of the North, a position second only to the Iron Throne, second only to the King himself. Given time, he could even receive the title of Lord.

But Alex disagreed, because he believed that he would ultimately gain far more through his own hard work than through the gifts of others, and that fate was on his side.

This has now been proven true.

The Iron King collapsed, and he became the rightful King of the North, without any official appointment. He will one day become King of the Earth, achieving even greater honors than the Iron King… his achievements may rival those of the Conquerors.

Will the future really be so smooth?

Alex was deep in thought.

The conquerors marched from the Black Iron Lands to Ego.

There is only one person who can emulate his journey from the land of Igor to the Black Iron.

“We can tell that the boy is very proud, unwilling to be subservient to anyone, and that’s just his nature,” Idene said.

Ironflower County is the gateway to the Cracked Armor and even the Black Iron Lands. It was built during the conquest period. If the attackers were to launch a strong attack on the fortress, they would inevitably suffer heavy losses and face a great risk of failure.

Alex planned to coordinate an attack from both inside and outside the valley forces to launch a pincer attack on Ironflower County.

But the result was obvious: the latter not only refused, but even dared to fight back.

The attitude was firm and decisive, without the slightest hesitation. It was astonishing.

They used to trade, exchanging steel for slaves.

But all of that changed after the Battle of Tianma Plain.

Now they are enemies of each other.

“I think the Cracked-Armor Boy is a hedgehog; you have to go along with him to avoid getting pricked. Idne, you’re such a fool; you’ve messed things up,” another old witch cursed. But Idne didn’t respond. The Egos were straightforward and simple in their ways, and no other witch could have been much better than her.

……

The sun is much stronger this year than in previous years.

Summer has ended, but temperatures have actually risen again.

Dry smoke and dust rose, forming cloud-like particles in mid-air, like the parched breath of the earth.

The Igor people believed that the gods would fall once every summer.

Countless summers have passed, and countless gods have fallen.

They called this phenomenon the twilight of the Chinese.

Everything perishes at this moment, except for the eternal world created by the Dragon King.

It was a world more vast and mysterious than the earth itself, and the spiritual home that countless warriors sought on the battlefield.

Dragon King's Palace.

The weather outside was hot, but the hall was very cold, as the stone pillars were inlaid with many pieces of ice jade, which quietly emitted a chill.

Alex sat on the throne, with seven Ego priests and elders, both men and women, seated on one side below him. They were all unkempt and disheveled, yet highly skilled Ego sages.

Idne was not prominently featured among them.

Idne had a wrinkled face and a gloomy demeanor, much like an old witch in a story who brews poison, but in her tribe, the wise priest held a very high position.

Cassandra sat elegantly on the other side, her eyes narrowed, her expression a half-smile.

Selin's eldest daughter had smooth black hair and fair skin. She wore a soft hat adorned with feathers, a thin veil hanging down to slightly obscure her beautiful and radiant face, a tight-fitting velvet dress with narrow sleeves and pleats, padded at the chest and sleeves, and white embroidered leather gloves. Her attire was entirely aristocratic, the complete opposite of Elder Ego's slovenly style.

“Now the Valley King has won again, and the boy’s territory is impregnable,” said Priest Ego. “If we want to cross the wall and reach the land behind it, we cannot do without the boy’s iron warriors.”

“How stupid!” Cassandra said.

“Girl, don’t put on that attitude. Tone it down, you’re not a dragon,” the wizard Gion told her. “Even a living dragon wouldn’t talk to us like that. We only respect the Dragon King, not all dragons.”

Cassandra understands Ego, and the elders understand Dark Iron.

The language of Old Sinnoh spread throughout the land during the Conquest, and also became known in Ego. "The Blasphemer won't send troops; he's conserving his strength," Cassandra pointed out incisively. "Now is not the time for him to come out—at least that's what he thinks. He's not going to risk losing territory to open a path for us; it won't make a difference who goes."

“I think you can go. Alex knows you have two relatives visiting in the valley.”

“They hate me to the core,” Cassandra laughed, a hearty laugh as she introduced herself with smug satisfaction. “Just like my father hates me.”

She abandoned Selin on the icy land of Igor, thus continuing the pact between Ionus and the dragons through blood ties.

The conqueror's treasure trove is never gold and silver or extraordinary armor.

It is power, the power to speak with dragons.

“If the girl goes with more dragons, we can go too; the boy will have nowhere to escape.”

“That’s even more foolish!” Cassandra scoffed mercilessly.

Her words were sharp and unpleasant.

"Elders, my prophetic teacher is no pushover. Even though she is in Cangyue, if something gets too big, she will have already dreamt of our future before we even set off, and the ending will be predetermined! Haven't you seen the tragic state of Lord Bertrid?"

"What does it say in Igor? Cough cough, you see the blasphemers as boys, and Isabella sees you as children... a bunch of children nearing the end of their lives. Believe me, your wisdom is futile before her!"

“We don’t believe it, otherwise the good girls wouldn’t come to us.” The wise man Igor said that the good girls all came from the witch forest.

When the Holy City Incident broke out, they had nowhere to escape but to join the pirates. Now, some have been tortured to death, while others are barely surviving.

But no Black Iron witch who defected to the pirates has ever been able to stand in this hall.

Cassandra stood up.

"Then go ahead, but don't expect me to get dragons to help you. My prophetic abilities have failed in that land; the future is uncertain, and I can't see it. So, I don't fight battles I'm not sure I can win. I'm sure Lord Valehar won't agree to you contacting the descendants of the Cracked Armor, because... dragons will die."

“War can kill dragons, and all things must eventually die,” said the wise man Igor.

Alex asked, "What insight do you have, witch who is never blind?"

Cassandra is never blind.

She was always goal-oriented, selfish, and power-hungry.

As agreed, Ego and the dragon would conquer the land together, with the land belonging to him and the sky to the dragon, while Cassandra would be the Holy See of the Dragon Clan, holding a position equivalent to the Pope of the Holy City.

Dragons are her foundation. She will not invest dragons in an operation that yields no benefit.

When he sent Idne and Betried to the valley, Cassandra had openly opposed it.

'I have dragons, capable of conquering Iceland. I have warriors, an army of tens of thousands. I have dragonsteel, incomparably strong. I have magic, and the tribal priests of Ego serve me…'

Fate is on my side, Alex thought to himself.

The wise man Ego once told him that the Dragon King's wrath was an inevitable trend, which would spread across the land and recreate the world at the end of all things.

But now he is blocked in the north by the believers of the gods and cannot go south for a long time.

Could it be that the gods are not completely dead and are opposing him? Or is it simply not the right time yet?
This is a battle of faith. Alex didn't believe he would lose, nor did he believe the Dragon King would lose to the gods.

The witch, skilled in prophecy, pondered, and hesitated.

She frowned and told the Lord of the North.

"War has broken out... and... the castle is destroyed from within..."

Skilled wizards possess the ability to foresee the future, observing the underworld to divine, deduce, interpret, and predict it.

Most wizards do not see the full picture of fate.

The more things involved, the more variables will arise.

As the Dark Ages approached, this ability also became ineffective.

Cassandra presented an unverifiable and uncertain future.

When will it happen? How exactly will it happen? Who is being referred to?

Alex knew nothing, and that was all Cassandra knew.

Undoubtedly—

Summer is over! All of summer has passed!
War has come! War has come!
(End of this chapter)