Garen looked at the Duke of Thorns with half-smiling eyes, and then gently opened the dragon's mouth, revealing its snow-white dragon fangs that were as sharp as knives.
His actions caused the surrounding guards to change their expressions at the same time. Some of them moved their bodies to defend the Duke of Thorns from the next attack, while others raised their weapons and aimed at Garen, ready to attack.
At the same time, the Grand Duke of Thorns looked solemn, and a heavy scolding voice came from his thin body: "Stop!"
The Grand Duke of Thorns has a high prestige. The moment he gave the order, the nearby guards stopped what they were doing, but still stared at Garen with wary eyes.
When the Duke of Thorns appeared here and showed a calm attitude that was not afraid of the power of the dragon, the morale of these guards improved a lot.
The feeling of oppression originally caused by Garen's huge size has been eliminated a lot, as if he has found a backbone that he can rely on.
And this backbone is just an ordinary person who has no power to restrain a chicken.
This kind of trust comes from long-term accumulation.
There was no dangerous dragon's breath light brewing in Garen's mouth, which made the spellcasters who were preparing protective spells heave a sigh of relief.
They really couldn't imagine the possibility of resisting the breath of a super-large real dragon at such a close distance.
If Garen attacks, everyone present will definitely die.
In the current Principality of Mosha, there is not even a high-ranking mage of the seventh ring. The most powerful one is the first spellcaster who spoke to Garen, a sixth-level mage who has exhausted his potential and has no hope of high position.
How can we make the super-large true dragon fearful of it?
On the other side, under the nervous gaze of everyone, a subtle red light flashed from Garen's mouth, turning into a fiery red staff over one meter long, which he picked up lightly with his huge dragon claws.
As soon as the fiery red staff came out, the eyes of all the casters around him were attracted to him.
The exciting elemental energy, the extraordinary quality of the staff body, the dark red crystal stone that seems to contain fluid flames inside... It is like a candlelight in the dark night, making it difficult for the casters present to look away.
A staff of excellent quality is an item that all spellcasters desire.
Garen lowered his head and looked down at the tiny Grand Duke of Thorns. There was no emotion in his platinum dragon eyes, and he said in a cold voice: "I wonder if this red flame staff reminds you of anything."
The Duke of Thorns looked at the Red Flame Staff, thought for a few seconds, and then shook his head and said: "I have never seen it before. It looks to be of very good quality. It is a magic weapon that all spellcasters are eager to pursue. However, it can be used by powerful real people."
If the dragon gets it, it will be his luck."
His voice was sincere and did not seem to be fake.
Immediately afterwards, Galen's face darkened, his tone became a little more serious, and he said, "I came from the Far North Icefield."
When the Grand Duke of Thorns heard the word Arctic Ice Field, he was slightly startled at first, and then his face changed slightly, and there was more uneasiness in his eyes when he looked at Garen.
According to intelligence information, Moulton's friend is a silver dragon...
However, what makes the Duke of Thorns a little confused is that Morton's friend should be a female silver dragon. When entering and leaving human society, she transformed into a woman and walked with him.
But the silver dragon in front of me... doesn't look like a female.
Seeing the slight change in the face of the Duke of Thorns, Garen's expression was calm and he said slowly in a casual but extremely stressful tone: "One of my best friends fled to the far north ice field, but was forced to fight with the enemy on the way.
They died together, leaving only two descendants."
After a pause, Garen leaned forward, lowered his head and approached the Duke of Thorns. The hot breath from his mouth almost sprayed onto the face of the Duke of Thorns.
"After that, an elite army of two thousand people went to the far north ice field and was buried under the ice and snow."
"On their equipment are engraved patterns of thorn flowers."
"You don't recognize the red flame staff, but you should be familiar with the thorn flower pattern."
Garen examined the Grand Duke of Thorns and watched his expression gradually change.
He had previously speculated that the lava demiplane portal was obtained by the Principality of Mosha, otherwise he would not have sent people to a dangerous place like the Far North Icefield to pursue Moulton all the way.
After arriving at the city, Garen saw a large number of thorn patterns and similar styles of equipment on some guards, confirming his suspicion.
The Duke of Thorns' eyes changed, and finally he let out a long sigh, looked up at Garen, suppressed a trace of fear in his heart, and said: "Your Excellency Silver Dragon, are you here for Morton?"
The voice paused, then the Grand Duke of Thorns spoke calmly, and said slowly: "The Metal Dragon Clan has always upheld kindness and justice, helping the weak and fighting evil, but they will never interfere in normal battles between humans."
"Molton died in a dispute between countries. I actually have no grudge against him."
"If Your Excellency Yinlong wants to anger the Mosha Principality because of this, I have nothing to say."
"I just hope you don't vent your anger on the innocent people of the Mosha Principality. They have no idea about it."
Whoosh!
The cold light flickered, and the surrounding guards' expressions darkened at the same time, and the sharp blades in their hands shone with wisps of cold light under the cold night.
A low chant of a spell came from the caster's mouth.
The Grand Duke of Thorns did not say anything to stop him this time.
If Garen comes here seeking revenge, even if he is not his opponent, he will not sit still and wait to be killed.
Garen remained silent, looking at the guards who were facing a formidable enemy, he opened his mouth and smiled slightly.
"Little one, I'm not in the mood to kill today, but if someone wants to challenge the true dragon's bottom line, I don't mind letting this place become a river of blood."
The Grand Duke of Thorns showed a trace of doubt, and then asked: "Since it is not to avenge Morton, then why are you here specifically?"
Garen shook the red flame staff and said: "This staff is also a key. What I need is something that the key can open."
When he heard Garen's words, the Grand Duke of Thorns frowned slightly and hesitated for a moment.
He still had an unrealistic idea in his mind. If he could open a passage to the lava demiplane, even if the Mosha Principality was now at its lowest point, it would one day be able to return to its peak.
"As Moulton's best friend, I cannot allow his legacy to be left outside."
"Now, I'll give you two choices.
"The first is to take the initiative to hand over Moulton's relics to me, and the second is to turn this place into scorched earth, and then do it myself and find it among the ashes."
The red flame staff lit up slightly, and the surrounding temperature continued to rise.
The rising temperature made the Grand Duke of Thorns feel uncomfortable. He took a few steps back unbearably, his face flushed red by the firelight.
Almost in the blink of an eye, five or six small red light groups the size of peas appeared in front of Garen.
Jumping and floating in the air, like little red elves, but they are filled with the aura of destruction.
The pressure on the spellcasters suddenly increased, their expressions changed drastically, and they constructed defensive spells one after another. Galleon turned a blind eye to this and didn't take it to heart at all.