Ashen Dragon Chapter 740

Chapter 740: Chapter 113: Scheming and Invitation Chapter 740: Chapter 113: Scheming and Invitation Walter noticed Crassus's abnormality, hesitated for a moment, and then ventured to ask: “Lord Crassus… You, do not wish to be his enemy?”

This massive Ancient Golden Dragon remained silent, offering no response, seemingly conceding to this point.

As a Governor, Crassus was also aware of everything that had occurred on the Prime Material Plane, he knew–if they were to forcefully stop the Red Dragon, the Golden Dragon Clan might pay a heavy, irreversible price, not to mention…

“Sigh…”

Crassus sighed deeply, twirling his long beard with his claw, then looked into the distance with a grave expression, and spoke earnestly: “It's not that I don't want to help you, it's just… the identity of that Red Dragon is too special.

He is the only dragon with the potential to become the Dragon King to emerge in nearly ten thousand years, capable of shaking the future fate of the dragonkin, be it His Majesty Bahamut or the Five-Colored Dragon Queen, they are both trying to win him over…”

Crassus's words were especially sincere, unguarded, without the need for deception.

When dealing with mortals, the Ancient Golden Dragon often appeared indifferent, treating them as mere dust, for their lives seemed to him to vanish in an instant, merely the time taken for a nap.

However, for this Divine Descendant Noble who once graced the Golden Dragon Clan with favors, Crassus showed rare respect, treating him as an equal.

Walter did not feel angry; after a moment of silence, he solemnly said: “No matter what His Majesty Cassius's status is, in my eyes, he is just a cruel Red Dragon who wants to occupy my land and enslave my people.

Whether you lend your help or not, I will not give up.”

Hearing this, Crassus chuckled wryly, shaking his head. He stroked his beard but did not directly respond to Walter's words; instead, he continued: “That Red Dragon is very clever; he is still young and has control over an extraordinary strength.

Therefore… he hasn't easily chosen a side, but cleverly maintains the status quo, standing on the boundary between good and evil, the balancing point of order and chaos, becoming part of what maintains the balance of power between the Metal Dragons and the five-colored dragons.”

We have discussed this issue with several Elders; Cassius is not as evil as the rumors suggest, but he is definitely not purely virtuous.

He's like a whining child, using himself as a bargaining chip, and any of our actions could tip the scales in the other direction, pushing him into the embrace of Evil Dragons, which could bring greater catastrophe to the world.”

Upon hearing these words, Walter lifted his head and looked straight into Crassus's pale golden vertical pupils, and spoke word by word: “Lord Crassus, I originally thought… Gold Dragons took it upon themselves to stop the misdeeds of all five-colored dragons, it seems I was somewhat naive.”

Hearing Walter's pointed words, almost sarcastically laid bare, the Ancient Golden Dragon was not angered. He remained calm, lightly tapping the ground with the scepter in his claw.

Suddenly, a scene of disaster with the burning sky and cracking earth emerged before Walter, the cries and screams of humans echoed in his ears.

In that sky, the phantom of a giant dragon with five differently colored heads laughed ferociously, its wings covering the sun.

“This is…”

Walter was a bit shocked.

“Walter, you are a hero, you should turn to His Majesty Bahamut, to fight against the calamity that will affect the entire Material Plane that is coming.

My friend, do not get entangled in a war doomed to fail anymore. Since that moment three years ago, your beloved Holy Fadlan… has been completely erased.”

“No.”

Walter clenched his teeth tightly and said heavily.

“As long as I exist in this world one day, as long as people still remember the glory of the past, Holy Fadlan will never be gone.”

“Where sunlight reaches…”

A hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes, but he resolutely shook his head, gripping the great sword tightly in his hand, with veins bulging on the back of it. “Is all–Empire's territory!”

“My apologies, Lord Crassus, but I must return to the Material Plane, back to North Aisier. The future you speak of is far too distant; all I know is… at this moment, I still have to fight for the people of Fadlan.”

Crassus sighed somewhat helplessly, looking at Walter with a gaze tinged with pity and a hint of awe.

In his view, the loyalty and bravery of this Fadlan Divine Descendant Noble was admirable, but he was too obsessed, chasing the fleeting Illusionary Light of the past.

This gigantic Ancient Golden Dragon slowly stood up, spreading his vast golden wings, and gazed down upon Walter from above.

“Walter, your conduct is sufficient to please the most discerning of good gods, and your kindness to the Golden Dragon Clan has always been remembered by me.

Although I do not support your actions, I will consider your appeals at the Golden Dragon Council, taking them as matters to be addressed; perhaps someone from our kin will extend a helping hand to you…”

Walter hurriedly showed joy and thanked him: “Thank you, Lord Crassus, then I shall take my leave.”

He knew that mobilizing the entire strength of the Golden Dragon Clan was clearly impractical, but even the help of one or two Golden Dragons would be a significant boon, and for Crassus to do this was already exceedingly generous.

Crassus just turned away, murmuring in a voice only he could hear: “Walter, my friend, I hope that in a few decades…

You can still be alive.”

On the northeastern part of the Fianso Continent, Wuge Prairie.

This is an infinitely vast expanse of gray-green grassland, laid out with the simplest of hue, with cold winds blowing from time to time, causing waves of grass to ripple like ocean waves.

Chapter end

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