Chapter 3047 - 60: The Second Blaze

Chapter 3047: Chapter 60: The Second Blaze

When the old sorcerer of the Crowley family was anxious about the fate of the old mansion, and a small group within the Great Wizard Council held an emergency meeting, many big figures inside and outside the Alliance opened their eyes in surprise.

The legendary young sorcerer who destroyed the ancient castle and casually killed a great wizard had already left that desolate field, and was walking leisurely across a vast ice field.

The huge black cat lagged half a step behind him, attaching itself to his side; the yellow cat lazily lay on his shoulder, as if draping him in a thick, furry scarf.

At the end of the boundless ice field lay an abyss.

At the bottom of the abyss flowed a black river.

In the river rested a giant dragon with a greenish-black body — for many years, this dragon was the sole inhabitant of the river. However, a few days ago, a white bear approached the riverside.

It jumped into the abyss, unharmed, and shattered the boulders along the riverbank. It roamed the river daily, roaring at the river-bound dragon, the thunderous sound causing the ice field in the vicinity to buzz dramatically.

The giant dragon remained oblivious to the commotion, like a corpse, floating motionlessly in the river.

Until today.

After the white bear roared again, a massive ice block suddenly broke apart and fell from the edge of the abyss into the river, causing a splash that startled both the bear and the dragon.

"— This is not a good omen!"

For the first time in many days, the white bear spoke, its voice tinged with indescribable frustration: "What price must we pay for you to take action?"

In the realm of mysticism, or according to some ancient divination viewpoints, sudden breakage during negotiation is seen as an ill omen, signifying potential negative outcomes for the matter being discussed.

Upon hearing the word ’price’, the giant dragon finally opened its eyes. Its sparkling gaze seemed to illuminate the rolling black river significantly.

"— At last, a bit of sincerity."

The dragon’s voice was monotonous and mechanical, contrasting sharply with its mottled, ancient aura: "As a demon, you continually discuss ideals, aspirations, and the sea demons’ futures filled with infinite possibilities — such tedious words are utterly inappropriate."

The white bear’s expression turned grim.

Emphasizing each word, it repeated: "— What do you want?"

The dragon was silent for a moment.

"Since the Sea Demon King’s ascension, there has been chaos on the sea, which benefits no one." The dragon twisted, slowly coiling its body like a vast bronze pocket watch, its raised dragon head surveying the white bear squatting by the river, its monotonous mechanical voice unable to conceal a hint of eagerness: "— My point is, we need a ’head wolf’ among us to facilitate reporting to the Sea Demon King."

A hint of blood glimmered in the white bear’s eyes.

"I represent Poseidon and the Foggy seeing you because, among the four of us, I’m usually the most emotionally stable... but this doesn’t mean my temper is the best."

It exhaled cold breath, revealing a row of sharp white fangs between its upturned lips: "— We’re welcoming you back, asking you to ’hunt’ is one matter... you wanting to seize the ’Sea Demon King’s’ throne is another. Don’t mistake our efforts to maintain balance as an opportunity for your inching forward... do you want to incite a war among the four great sea demons? Or are you speaking as a sea demon or as a witch demon?"

Click.

One of the dragon’s toes flicked slightly.

A crisp, monotonous echo reverberated through the abyss.

"Ha! Balance? War? Identity?"

The greenish-black dragon chuckled, as though mimicking the sound of dense watch hands ticking: "Since the Sea Demon King’s ascension, there has been no balance among us four... war is a game among equals. Do you feel qualified to stand on equal footing with me?"

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...

"— Vortex Brigette? That Tiber Dragon? It’s hiding here? What’s our purpose in seeking it?"

Upon hearing Zheng Qing’s target, the shadow cat immediately felt a head full of questions. Since returning to the relevant departments, it had not heard any news about that great demon who had once exhibited legendary combat power within the Black Prison.

"— To start the second fire."

The young legend’s eyes carried a faint red hue, his hands in his sleeves, walking unhurriedly: "This Tiber Dragon is probably the most suitable target for me to establish dominance..."

"Originally, it was our true target... finding its trace has cost me much effort!" The Yellow Flowered Cat poked its head from Zheng Qing’s shoulder, half complaining, half boasting to the shadow cat.

"— It was once a subordinate of the Sea Demon King!"

The shadow cat stopped, blocking the young legend’s path, glanced at the little green snake hanging on the warlock’s ear, its tone carrying a hint of probing: "Won’t your actions against it cause discontent to that one?"

The black cat lifted its paw, pointing upwards.

"— Discontent? Why discontent, I’m helping Him!"

The young legend looked down at the shadow cat beside him, surprised that it could ask such a basic question: "Post Sea Demon King’s ascension, it’s not just the balance among the Ancient Ones that’s been disrupted, but also the balance among the sea demons... the four great sea monsters under the Sea Demon King’s throne don’t belong to each other, now without a superior governing them, they might easily clash fiercely among themselves, this is the time for us to knock off the one most likely to cause trouble, allowing the sea demons to enter a new dynamic equilibrium..."

"The Sea Demon King doesn’t care about them?" the shadow cat couldn’t help but interrupt.

The young legend chuckled softly, finally understanding why it would ask such a silly question; it wasn’t due to a lack of wisdom, but a disparity in status causing it.

"— Would you concern yourself with ants at your feet quarreling?"

He gave a rather off-the-mark metaphor to explain: "If the Sea Demon King led the four great sea demons before, it’s like a hunter leading four hounds; now the Sea Demon King has become a giant dragon, while the hounds are still floundering in the mud... a hunter might spare a thought over whether the hounds are quarreling or have returned with prey; but the giant dragon won’t. Most of the time, the giant dragon flies in the sky too high to be seen. It surveys the vast earth and endless starry sky; how would it care for a minor squabble among the hounds? Not to mention, the ties among demons are naturally indifferent."

"So it doesn’t matter if you kill them all?"

"That’s not the case. A giant dragon may not care for the hounds on the ground but certainly wouldn’t like being challenged over its dignity. Helping to discipline is one matter... killing all the hounds is another."

With these words, the shadow cat suddenly understood.