It rained all the time.

Dim low-pressure clouds still loomed over the Moonshadow Islands, as if the bright starlight from earlier was just a dreamy illusion.

On a muddy mountain path, two companies of Zeelandia's dragon knights kept the remnants of John's merchant in the center of the procession.

Fortunately, in such bad weather, these sailors who are generally relatively weak and in a trance can still have a 'white wolf' to ride, and even a few more.

It's a little bitter for these white wolves who have just been captured after a hellish battle, because they not only have to carry these sailors and their bodies, but also pull a dozen mechanical carts that have been improvised together behind them.

Adhering to the principle of making the best use of things and not wasting them, Levi asked his family members to take away all the baggage that could fit on the Dreadnought.

Even the sixteen ship-borne guns that had not been broken were dismantled, and the same removed gears were used as wheels to assemble them, and they became earth mountain guns with completely different painting styles...

As for the battered Dreadnought...

Levi, who was already 'empty blue' and the blood vessels of his brain were pounding, was not in the mood or ability to be a porter of nature again for the time being.

It's such a heavy thing, even if the Luskan people have an idea, they can't move it for a while.

However, for this ship, which has just been commissioned and is close to being scrapped and decommissioned, Li Wei has no intention of giving up completely.

It's not that I'm going to take it back for repair, it's tossed into this virtue, not to mention the difficulty of maintenance, even if it's the cost of manpower and material resources spent on maintenance, I can almost build a new one.

One might ask why you don't use magic, such as 'restoration', to repair it.

Not to mention where to find so many mid-level mages who know how to restore the art to do this that will be scolded by the mother, but when it comes to magic, there are almost no cheap ones, and the casting materials consumed by the restoration technique are recognized as good.

Otherwise, Herbert would not have won the first-class battle in the Battle of the Serblin River, and finally got a chance to use recovery to help him cure the root of his lame leg.

The reason why Levi wanted to get it back was because of the dragon's instinctive treasure collecting habit.

Not to mention the extremely ugly deficit in the quarterly earnings report of this thing, the various steels and rare metals used by this dreadnought are astronomical in a world where the labor force has not yet been fully developed, and if it is melted back, it is estimated that it can equip at least two legions with a set of full-body plate armor.

Even if he didn't plan to melt it, he had participated in several battles with him in succession, and such a 'famous ship' was not an 'important historical relic' when he took it back.

If you leave it there for tens or hundreds of years, it is also very fragrant to open a museum and collect tickets.

As for Levi himself, he also transformed into the Elven form of Karthas at this time, but his body was covered with a layer of full-body plate armor that was the same as Alley's.

However, unlike Alley's body that is like a frosted and dull plate armor that minimizes the sense of existence, Levi's body is as polished, the light is recognizable, and it is very eye-catching, more than some of the Yakong Holy Warriors of Heavenly Mountain, which makes the genuine Holy Samurai Randall not far away swallow his saliva when he sees it.

Since this operation intends to passively pretend to be a holy warrior by default, then simply carry it out to the end.

The reason why he didn't continue to maintain the ontological form, God knows how many days of heavy rain has fallen on this broken island, the soil is very loose, unless he has been flying in the sky, he is really worried that he will go directly to the landslide as soon as he goes down.

A group of dependents finally followed themselves for the rest of their lives, and it would be too much morale to suddenly suffer such an unwarranted disaster and be buried alive again...

What's more, his body and the scales that have been planed by wood are really ugly enough, not the whole new image, which will damage the majesty of his 'holy dragon'.

In these years, you can't even conquer other people's senses, what kind of god stick you are, and what do you take out to mix.

Besides, he's not completely deceiving, isn't he, although he is not the oracle of Tyr, but he can barely be regarded as the oracle of the goddess of wealth, Woking, right?

And this war can basically be said to be the acquiescence of the goddess of magic and the goddess of wealth behind the scenes.

The imprint of divine power on the treaty of alliance of the coastal city-states of Sword Bay is a clear proof of this.

Because once the main material world is pacified by the threat of the Luskan pirates on Sword Bay, then the economic and trade prosperity of the entire Northland will definitely rise to a higher level.

With the Hokuriku United Development Bank, the Silvermoon Federation under the Goddess of Magic can also take advantage of this to hitchhike after the war.

With the dividends of war and the bank's vast flow of money, the mages have developed new arcane and magical spells, which can be 'uploaded' to the magic web, and can continue to enrich their power as the goddess of magic.

The second generation of the goddess of magic is more than the first generation of waste wood, which is the common perception of almost every spellcaster.

The more nets she can regain control, the more stable it becomes, which is naturally something that most spellcasters are happy to see.

Seeing that this magical Bichi, who had been indulging in abusive love all day long, was finally able to do something serious, Levi was still quite relieved, even if the wild path he took didn't rely much on the magic net.

Just as Levi and his two new guides, led by their two new guides, marched silently towards Cowell on the island of Quines, the news of the battle of the nameless mountain stream began to spread with the remnants of the rout.

However, it was soon re-integrated by an army that arrived from the south bank, and the subsequent spread of the news was blocked.

That man was none other than the legendary Shameful Reitner who was chased around by Alley at sea with a steel golem.

Of course, Retner does not admit that he is a legendary shame, but if this news is allowed to continue to spread and ferment, he Retner will undoubtedly become the biggest joke in the whole Luskane, a shame that can never be washed away among the five generalissimos!

The Marshal Luskan was now standing on the top of a hill less than ten miles from Levy, and his face was gloomy as he looked at the marching procession, which had no one around and had not concealed his destination in the slightest.

For a while, he was like a lion who had encountered a porcupine, and wanted to be ashamed, but found that he couldn't do it alone.

He could feel that he had found himself in a dilemma.

In the face of such an elite composed of almost all high-level warriors, especially under such a complex mountainous terrain, there is almost no point in any night attack, harassment, or long-range attack.

Unless he left Cowell in the south and gathered all the forces at his disposal, it would be possible to encircle and annihilate this force of less than three hundred.

This had to be if the silver dragon was injured enough to not recover much.

But that doesn't seem to make much sense.

Not only does it delay the most important strategic goal, but it also greatly reduces the strength at hand.

Presumably, my colleagues would be happy to see me do such a stupid thing.

This is much more serious in nature than the failure of the 'Receiving Ship Materials' mission, which is due to external causes.

The reason why he didn't report it at the first time was because he saw that although the silver dragon didn't know what to rely on to kill the giant squid, he also looked seriously injured and dying, and then fell to the ground at that height, even if he didn't die on the spot, it was estimated that he was almost dying.

Therefore, almost as soon as he came ashore, he gave orders for the troops in the vicinity to encircle and suppress them.

How could he have thought that a metal dragon would actually use the healing magic of the ancient elves.

So when he saw the stars falling from the cumulonimbus clouds and the life energy rising from the forest, he was stupid!

The Marshal Luskan stood silently in the rain, thinking, until night fell, and then it was dawn again.

The wooden-like Reitner let out a long hazy breath, finally having to admit that his initial plan had failed.

Because even he knew that he had lost his last chance to face the silver dragon alone.

A day passed, and the dragon regained the ability to breathe.

The thought of yesterday's picture of the small half of the sea being sealed like a cold winter, the whole back became cold.

That's a terrifying ability that can collapse an entire army in an instant.

It's not an existence that ordinary people can compete with by stacking the number of people.

"It's better to report it to the president, it should be too late. ”

As Reitner was saying this to himself, he heard a strange voice behind him:

"No need, I've already done it for you, so of course it's barely in time, so the president won't hold you accountable too much. ”

Reitner's face stiffened on the spot, and then he slowly turned his head, and sure enough, he saw that the disgusting figure was approaching at some point, and immediately sneered:

"Then I really want to thank you, Lord Surzak. ”

"Don't be so polite, we're ... It's all about yourself, yourself, and others!"

The old Surzak looked at the other party's deflated face, and he wondered how dark he was.

Obviously, a reckless man who is ignorant of magic and arcane, why should he be on an equal footing with these noble spellcasters in the Arcane Brotherhood!

"Huh. Say what you ask, I won't refuse if you can cooperate, and don't think about it if you can't. ”

Reitner was amused by this 'own man'.

Made, in Luskan, it's not been a day or two that their group of professionals have been squeezed out by this group of spellcasters, I really don't know if Luskan will be better if it goes on like this, when will they, non-spellcasters, really stand up.

But since the other party has already come, then this is the will of the president.

And only by the will of the president, he could not refuse.

Seeing that this reckless man still didn't eat hard and soft, Surzak didn't bother to continue to pretend to be a blind date, and said politely:

"Hmph, first of all, I need information, specific information about your battle at sea, the silver dragon doesn't need to be introduced, the owner of Minastiris, Levi, I know more than you. ”

"Oh, is it?" said Renate angrily at the lieutenant next to him.

The adjutant, who had also been standing with him all night, immediately handed the latter a summary of the battle report.

Surzak almost just raised his dry hand to open the battle report, and the next second he was broken...

He looked up at the gloating Renate in disbelief, and scolded:

"Fake, you're going to kill me!"

Combined with the scarlet data on that battle report, this old mage who was bent on merit suddenly discovered that he didn't know anything about the silver dragon lord who broke into Moon Shadow Island...

It turns out that the legendary squid from the organization is here this time...

He had the impression that the squid was immune to most of the magic below the legendary level at the level of the demon seed.

And then they were killed...

Killed...

Damn, why didn't those bastards report such important information to him!

So what is this now...

Is there a flash procedure in the bathroom?

"No... I'm going to report to the president!"

If this silver dragon is not disposed of, it is likely to affect the next plan.