The Path to Lordship Begins in the North

Even Erex had to admit that it was impossible to completely destroy the tower. Even if those unofficial professionals were excluded, or even if all of them turned against the tower, the tower would still stand.

But Erex still said, "You all know too little about the Tower, and it is because you do not know that you are afraid."

"The tower is nothing special; it's just a bunch of old fogies clinging to life with a bunch of secrets that should have been buried in the ground."

Hearing Erex say this, Antipa couldn't help but grumble in his heart. It might be true for you dragons, but just controlling all the high-level professionals on the continent is already incredibly stressful.

"But it was precisely because of the tower that we were driven to that godforsaken place, Sauron!"

At this point, Erex clenched his fists tightly, as if recalling how the scars on his body were formed.

"So if we want to regain our position and the freedom of the dragons, we must first restrict the tower and prevent it from interfering in the conflicts on this continent!"

At this point, Antipa was already somewhat tempted. The Tower did not like the demons and even wanted to take in the remains of the demon god in their hands. Antipa could not imagine how the Northern Territory would retaliate against the demons who had lost their demon god offspring.

If we can contain the tower, and with the help of the Kingdom of Avar and these dragons... we might have a chance!

"But how can we contain the tower?"

As soon as Antipas uttered the question, he saw Erex turn his gaze to the black rain and mist not far away.

......

"Is this the corpse of that demon god?"

Erex covered his nose and stared at the black corpse in the pit.

"It's a sacred relic!"

Antipas corrected.

Erex made no attempt to conceal his whereabouts, openly leading the demons back to the Eternal Frozen Lands. The harsh weather of the Frozen Lands had no effect on Erex whatsoever.

"It's just a pile of rotten flesh, but if this pile of rotten flesh could actually affect super-tier magic..."

A smile crept onto Erex's lips.

On his way to the Demon Clan's eastern territory, facing the eerie black rain and mist, Erex did not choose to detour, but instead flew into the rain and mist to experience the anomaly produced by this super-level magic.

As a powerful dragon, Erex didn't think anything could pose a threat to him. Even the tower could only leave a few scars among the thousands on Erex's body.

Although those scars did cause Irex immense pain.

But Erex secretly hoped that the black rain and mist would pose a threat to him, because only in this way could it be proven that the black rain and mist were equally effective against the tower.

Clearly, the black rain and mist posed little threat to Erex, but it amplified the hatred in his heart. Feeling his anger growing infinitely, Erex not only did not become enraged, but instead burst into laughter. This black rain and mist could even affect the dragon's spirit.

This made Erex even more eager to see what those towers, which were dedicated to protecting humanity and maintaining peace, would look like after being bathed in this black rain.

"The tower is real, and anything with a physical form can be attacked. I will take these flesh and blood, along with Avar's spellcasters, and make the tower collapse!"

But at this moment, Altaïr, standing beside Erex, said, "My lord, the other dragons are still recovering. Could we wait for them to launch their attack together?"

"The longer this drags on, the worse it will be for us. Don't underestimate the tower; they may already be studying this black rain and mist. If we delay any longer, the rain and mist may become ineffective against the tower. We must act quickly!"

Endless rage made Irex unwilling to wait any longer. The scars the tower had etched on Irex had long since healed, but Irex could still feel phantom pain from these scars from time to time. Now, it was time to put an end to it.

......

Although Erex claimed to have been betrayed by his own people, Lind's account was different.

Linde contacted the Shining Gold Merchant Alliance the moment the black dragon appeared.

"I know what you want to ask."

The proprietress, Margaret, was still smoking as usual, and this time she was smoking particularly heavily. Even the special herbal remedies couldn't block out the smoke, causing Lind to cough repeatedly and forcing him to open the window for ventilation.

"Sorry, I like to do this when I'm upset. Want a bite?"

Margaret handed her pipe to Lind.

"No, no need. Let's talk business."

It is clear that the matter of the black dragon is more important than secondhand smoke.

"If my kin's eyesight is correct, then it should be Erex who has returned."

Margaret's expression practically screamed melancholy.

"He was one of our dragon clan's elders. Back then, he saw you humans pulling each other's hair, almost tearing your scalps off, so he wanted to interfere."

Margaret scratched her head as she spoke.

"But back then, the tower didn't have as many rules as it does now. When it came to fighting, they were ruthless. Moreover, the humans on your side at that time took pride in slaying dragons, and there were a lot of unrestrained professionals running around everywhere. To be honest, it caused us a lot of trouble back then."

"So at that point we actually didn't want to continue fighting anymore, and the Tower seemed to have seen that and gave us a contract."

Margaret then shrugged.

“We didn’t get involved in the war after that, but the stubborn Erex led his warlike tribesmen into the war again. After being badly beaten, he was driven away. I thought he would never come back.”

Margaret briefly recounted that history to Lind.

No wonder Altan boasted that the dragons were allies of the Kingdom of Avar. It turns out they were all driven off the continent together, so running away together could be considered allies in a sense.

"Were there many of your companions who were driven away back then?"

This is Lind's biggest concern right now.

"No, there weren't many people who wanted to continue fighting in the first place. They could make money by trading with you humans, so who would want to fight to the death?"

"Moreover, according to our contract with the Tower, if those guys really come back, we should be their opponents."

"But I don't want to fight those lunatics. I worked so hard to get to this position, and I just covered my bed with gold coins last month!"

After saying that, Margaret looked at Lind as if she had found a lifeline: "Your army is pretty good, isn't it? Do you think you can deal with dragons? Do you want me to transform into a dragon and try it with you? Don't worry, there weren't many pure-blooded dragons who fled with the defeated human army back then!"

"We dragons are just a bit thicker in scales and have enchantments. We could probably crush your chariot with a flick of our wrists, and a single breath of our dragons is at the level of high-level magic. Plus, we can fly. You humans can definitely overcome these difficulties, right?"

Upon hearing this, Linde looked at Margaret with an embarrassed smile while wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"Are you kidding me?"

Linde has been trying to create something that can fly, but the magical environment at high altitudes is abnormal. Not only is the magic thin, but the magic stored in containers is also inexplicably diluted. Low-altitude gliding is fine, but what if he really wants to compete with dragons for air superiority?

“Indeed, I feel we’re overthinking it. Don’t worry, Erex will definitely seek revenge on the Tower first; it won’t be our turn.”

Well, after getting to know her better, Lind could only say that Margaret was quite lively; she even managed to joke around with him.

"Don't worry, Your Excellency. We're just worried that the crazy Erex might do something normal, but he'll most likely go straight to the Tower for revenge."

"The Tower is invincible, so you don't need to worry. You just need to wait for the Tower to notify you to help with some worldly matters. Even Erex, leading a group of dragons, couldn't defeat the Tower in the past, let alone now?"

The secondhand smoke in the room finally dissipated a little, and Margaret's face showed a confident smile.

But Linde had a bad feeling. It felt like Margaret was frantically planting flags on the tower. In the comics Linde read before his reincarnation, the previous invincible character had been split in two and had been fighting in the resurrection match for over a year without winning.

Really...no need to worry?