Chapter 651: Final Clean Up (1/2)
The setting sun was about to fall below the horizon. Darkness was descending upon the land. The Master of House Baratheon stood at the top of the Iron Elephant Stronghold and surveyed the territory before his eyes. Self mockery revealed itself in his gaze.
The Iron Elephant Stronghold originally belonged to the Lannister Family. This territory was originally the foundation of House Baratheon and the Lannister Family. House Baratheon and the Lannister Family had fought over this ancestral land for many years.
In order to obtain and protect this territory, they had paid an unimaginable price in the dark.
After the war at the Doa Royal Palace, the Lannister Family had almost completely died out. This ancestral land was finally in House Baratheon’s hands. However, the Master of House Baratheon did not feel proud or excited at all.
Over centuries of conflicts and many powerful arcane masters in the Nine Houses of the Kingdom of Eiche, nothing could compare to Angil’s conspiracy.
The Master of House Baratheon was certain that if Ayrin’s group did not suddenly join the fray, he would have failed to escape the battlefield. House Baratheon might very well be exterminated as well.
Angil was just a pawn the Evil Dragon placed in the Kingdom of Eiche.
This really seemed to be a form of sorrow.
The Storm Dragon bloodline of House Baratheon was so powerful every generation that they could antagonize anybody, yet they were not the peak existences. The Evil Dragon and Epic Silver Dragon bloodline remained a step above them.
Not the peak existence...... Second, third, fourth...... There did not seem to be much difference having more land or less.
The last glow of the sunset disappeared in the Master of House Baratheon’s lament. Darkness descended, shrouding him and the entire Iron Elephant Stronghold inside.
“Since you have arrived here without getting detected by all those arcane teams, you should be a formidable entity...... Since you’re here anyway, don’t just sit there and hide.”
The Master of House Baratheon suddenly turned around slowly. His yellowish pupils glowed in darkness.
Sonic booms suddenly rang out in the sky. A storm was brewing.
On the plaza of the Iron Elephant Stronghold next to the cliff, two figures walked out from the shade of the huge iron elephant statue. One was tall, the other short.
The black-robed Jeriya appeared more elegant and confident. Ever since becoming the Evil Dragon’s queen, her original creepy and violent presence had mostly faded away, replaced by a motherly radiance. That radiance made her gain a true majestic aura.
Especially when her son, Nissen, was next to her to bring that aura out.
Compared to several days ago, Nissen had already grown to the size of a child about seven to eight years old.
His white skin faintly glowed grey, the bloodthirstiness and greediness in his pupils increasingly intense.
Nissen could sense the life force of the Master of House Baratheon was several times more vibrant than those of the arcane masters he devoured before. His greed and desire reflected even more clearly in his hungry gaze.
That gaze even caused the Master of House Baratheon to feel a chill. He deeply furrowed his stern brows.
He looked at Jeriya and coldly asked, “What’s this thing?”
“We can discuss other matters first.” Jeriya put her hand on Nissen’s shoulder. Nissen instantly held back his greedy gaze.
“Discuss what?” The Master of House Baratheon revealed a smirk.
The cold mountain gust rattled his arcane robe, making his figure seem greater.
“There are countless arcane masters preparing for battle. However, amongst them, you are one of a handful that can determine the eventual fate of the Doraster Continent.”
Jeriya looked at the Master of House Baratheon and sincerely spoke, “Especially in the current situation, there aren’t many like you.”
“So, your intention for coming here is to either persuade me to join you or assassinate me?” The Master of House Baratheon did not find it unexpected. His smirk became wider, “Perhaps you don’t understand me. Do you think there is any possibility of me joining your side?”
Jeriya looked at the Master of House Baratheon and slowly shook her head, “Looks like I underestimated your ambition. However, you need the power to match your ambition.”
“Where is the Evil Dragon? He’s afraid of Ayrin and hid somewhere, then sent you out to assassinate those who could become a threat to him?”
The Master of House Baratheon snorted, “Do you think you can kill me in Baratheon’s territory with just you alone?”
Kaboom!
A loud noise rang out in the sky.
Two huge yellow eyes of the storm took shape.
Terrifying gales turned into wind blades and a large volume of blue sea water swarmed out. The storm seemed to transport two pieces of the ocean all the way here.
However, what reached Jeriya was not the forbidden skill used by the Master of House Baratheon. They were three powerful domains.
At least over ten arcane masters appeared on the edge of the plaza the moment the Master of House Baratheon used the forbidden skill.
Countless green wind currents instantly filled the entire plaza. Flames burned within the green wind currents.
Even more intense wind currents swarmed into the flames, intensifying them. The flames became rampaging fire dragons and shot towards Jeriya.
Before Jeriya took any action, Nissen howled out excitedly, “Mother, let me!”
Whoosh!
He shifted to Jeriya’s front and grasped out with his two hands. A creepy and terrifying power suddenly spread out in the plaza.
The air seemed to have been stuffed with an intangible huge whale.
Vroom......
The fire dragons approaching Jeriya shattered.
Kaboom!
The storm and two pieces of ocean in the sky descended.
A mysterious Draconic incantation flowed out from Jeriya’s mouth.
A black crystal light spread out above her head, becoming a huge mirror.