War Online

In a dim-lit cave, six people wearing red robes were standing in a circle with each of their feet were on the vertices of a six-pointed star drawn on the floor.

All six of them look frail and old. They were having red irises, and identical red wings and horns.

In the middle of the star stood a well-built old man with a barrier created around him. 

Punching a barrier with all of his strength, he roared in anger. Cracks appeared on it but then, one of the elder dragons raised his hand and repaired the barrier almost instantly. "It's useless, Owen. You have caused enough trouble for our world. It is time for a new ruler to emerge and bring the changes. Give up on escaping."

"Hmpf, how long do you old geezers can hold me? One week? One month? One year? One day, I will return to the Imperial city and reclaim my throne. The only way for you to stop me is to kill me. I don't think you lot even possess the strength to do that.

Six of the last surviving 11 pure dragons. You lot ashamed our ancestors by using such a cowardly tactic." The Dragon King tried to provoke them by insulting their pride.

But, alas his provocation failed as they were incredibly thick-skinned and witted.

"First of all, the Dragon race itself is a race full of cowards who couldn't face the onslaught of humans and fled from the northern continent." An elder dragon named Kazom spoke.

After him, another elder dragon named Xagher spoke, "And the one who led to this migration is your direct ancestor, Owen. You are the direct descendant of a coward. I don't think you should speak such noble words."

"And don't think highly of yourself, Owen." A proud elder dragon named Oran, who was the great grand uncle of the dragon king, scoffed at him. "If not for possible casualties of the civilians, we wouldn't have resort to such methods."

"Hmpf, those slaves aren't deserved to even live, much less being protected." The more time he spent trapped within the barrier, the more he started to go insane.

Growling at them, he further roared, "Once I get escaped, I'll make sure to hang your dead bodies at the entrance of the Imperial city to show an example…"

Before his words finished, they heard a powerful roar within the vicinity. 

"Hmm, A wild beast?" Everyone turned their heads to look in the same direction.

As it wasn't the roar of a dragon, even Owen's attention was directed towards the source and he tried to sense the location of the beast.

Not only they sensed the location of the beast, they even gauged its level, which is equivalent to that of a Dragon Lord.

The elder dragons became serious as they wondered the beasts from the Endless Ocean are once again trying to invade the land.

After a few moments, they heard the same roar once again. The six old men looked at each other.

They couldn't leave from the spot as it would become a bit tougher for the rest of the five to maintain the Hexa-shield barrier.

Looking at the anxious look on their faces, Owen's lips curled up, "now, what will you do? Your precious civilians living in nearby towns and cities will die for sure."

The elder dragon Oran asked the fellow old men whether they can handle the matter of his great-grandnephew without his presence.

As everyone nodded, Oran left his spot, creating a little bit of pressure on the remaining five, and walked towards the exit.

Just as he reached the exit, he sensed two creatures, one is a level-300 and the other is a level-400, coming towards the very cave he was standing at the entrance.

Flapping his wings, he flew towards the incoming invaders.

Within ten seconds, he met the targets. 

As soon as Oran saw Wil and Leon, his eyes widened in shock, "A Eucliffe clan warrior is colluding with the beast? No, it seemed like he actually tamed this strange winged beast." 

Meanwhile, Wil ordered Leon to stop on the midway due to the interception of a humanoid Dragon.

He inspected the frail and old-looking dragon.

Oran Draconus

Description: The Great grand uncle of the Dragon King Owen and one of the ten elder dragons. 

Level: 500

Grade: Legendary+

HP: 100%

"Hmm, legendary+ means his hp would be around 450-500 Billion. The only issue is its damage reduction." As Wil fell into thoughts to plan the necessary course of action, Oran opened his mouth, breaking the silence.

"Who are you? How do you tame this beast from the Endless sky?"

The endless sky is referred to the skies above the ocean where some mutated oceanic beasts roam. Usually, when an oceanic beast consumes an adult dragon, it mutates. Some lucky ones ended up acquiring the ability to fly.

They were the ones that constantly invade Dragon Island from the sky. 

In response to the elder dragon, Wil looked at the elder dragon and calmly spoke, "It is of no importance to you. Move away from my path. Or else, you will pay for the consequences."

At first, Wil wanted to spill out the truth about saving the Dragon King as this guy before him is of the royal family and is even a relative but then, Wil felt suspicious of how he came from the opposite direction from the ground where his destination lies.

He then remembered the factions where the three princes and one princess are vying for the throne.

Adding on top of that, the quest description clearly mentioned that the Dragon King was trapped by the traitorous elder,s and the person who obstructed his path is also an elder.

It wasn't hard to connect the dots to realize the truth. So, Wil wasn't the least bit polite to him.

A proud elder-dragon like Oran wouldn't even stand Owen's accusation. How could he stand Wil's provocation? Since there are only level-300 and level-400s before him, Oran wasn't as defensive when he argued with Owen.

Instead, he went direct for an attack, strongly believing that the young man before him might have been a scout who was sent by the Eucliffe clan to confirm the Dragon King's whereabouts.

This clan of White dragons is neutral. So, he assumed that they might save the dragon king to stop the war.

At first, he wanted to capture him but after being offended by Wil's words, Oran decided to finish them on the spot.

"Okjhra kila jyre arbawah…."

Raising his hands towards Wil, he proceeds with an incantation in the language of dragons.

However, before he even finished with it, a lightning bolt struck his head, turning him into ash and leaving behind a 12 digit damage number.

"893,970,236,247"

As a rain of weapons and items started to fall towards the ground, Wil mumbled, "Overall damage is supposed to be above 2 trillion. I have 1100% pierce. So, their defense is out of the question. The result is around 900 billion, which means he must have around 60-65% of damage reduction.

Every elder dragon possibly will have the same amount of health and damage. It stated that he's one of the ten elder dragons. So, at the maximum, there will be nine more. Hmm…"

After thinking for a while to create a strategy, Wil ordered Leon to go down so that he could collect worthy equipment.

Meanwhile, within the cave, a look of surprise appeared on the elder dragons. Even the Dragon King seemed to be surprised. One of the Elders spoke, "I cannot sense Elder Oran anymore."

*Pfft* His comment made the Dragon King break out into laughter. "So many big words for someone who couldn't even last a few minutes when faced with a mere level-300 and level-400 beasts. And he dared to say that I was thinking high myself?

This incident clearly proves that all of you are far away from your peak. Hahaha…"

The Dragon King no longer attempted to escape like before. He sat on the ground with ease, thinking that they might have grown weaker to maintain the barrier. He decided to wait.

***

Somewhere in the kingdom of Talion, North Zalfari continent;

As the war is being finished with the neighboring kingdom of Sturin getting annexed into Talion, the kingdom was operated as usual.

Several guilds migrated from Gailzach because of 'One' and developed within this kingdom.

In one of the smithies of the Imperial city, Gynoid N12 was working hard to create the weapons.

*Ting* Ting*

*Ding! Level-300 Starcrug sword has been created.

*Ding! Congratulations on creating an Epic-grade weapon. You receive 100 fame points as a reward.

"Fuu…" letting out a sigh of relief, she looked at the weapon and nodded in satisfaction.