The Red Dragon Just Wants To Do As It Pleases

Chapter 350 - 228_2

At this distance, in this situation, and with those few powerful individuals who had infiltrated the arena earlier, any battle that broke out would result in inconceivable losses and consequences. Even he himself was in more dire straits than before.

With this thought, the young king took a deep breath. He raised his hand to signal the guards in the arena to lower their guard and, with a smile, said softly, "...Prince David Uthos, welcome... to your arrival..." As he spoke, any explanation or denial seemed utterly futile. Klinsmann, caught in this predicament, desperately racked his brains for a solution to the unfolding crisis.

It was then that David’s gaze fell upon Kasim, the Martial Technique Master, who was on full alert. "Let me see, oh? Is this the opponent you’ve found for me?"

[Arrogance]

Damn it!

Before Klinsmann could speak, Kasim, the Martial Technique Master, who was on the other side accompanied by the Pastoral Head, indignantly rose to his feet. He stretched his mouth into a grin and said, "First Legion Martial Technique Master Kasim McDowell salutes you, Prince David Uthos. It is an honor that you have come all this way..."

But just as the atmosphere on the viewing platform grew tense enough to explode, a loud and rugged voice exclaimed from the other side of the Grand Arena, "I apologize, little Red Dragon. Though my frame is somewhat small, you cannot completely ignore me, can you? My name is Baptiste Wilt, a Dragon Slayer, and *I* am your opponent today."

"Oh? So there’s another?" David narrowed his eyes and turned his head. Only then did he spot the speaker: a man of apparent barbarian lineage, holding a sharp spear, standing atop the arena wall. The man was watching David, his eyes like those of a hunter appraising favored prey.

Baptiste! You! You are the true warrior! Thank you. In that instant, Klinsmann felt as if his heart had started beating again, and he quickly agreed, "Indeed, Dragon Slayer Baptiste is your opponent." As he said this, he glanced at Kasim, the Martial Technique Master, silently indicating that this was not his idea.

"Is that so? Well, that’s a real pity. I distinctly thought that Martial Technique Master Kasim here would be a far more worthy opponent," David said with a smile that hinted at an underlying meaning.

Seeing the young king’s expression instantly turn extremely unpleasant, David continued as if joking, "However, since you, the King of Luervarden, have personally chosen my opponent, I suppose I should properly test them out."

At this point, David finally turned and flew towards the center of the arena. Halfway there, he seemed to suddenly remember something and said, "Oh, right. On this trip, I also brought a little gift for King Klinsmann."

With that, he looked up towards the White Dragon to the east and commanded, "Bring it over."

Mofei immediately flew over like an obedient husky, wagging its tail, and placed the stack of ’Elf Balls’ from its back into David’s claws.

This subservient, boot-licking demeanor made Viola and the others roll their eyes, completely ruining the majestic image they had struggled so hard to maintain.

On the other side, however, seeing the objects in David’s claws, both King Klinsmann and Kasim, the Martial Technique Master, felt their pupils contract simultaneously.

High Elves!

So it really was them who made a move!

But David just smiled nonchalantly and said, "I encountered them on my way here. Not only did they invade Luervarden’s borders, but they also wantonly slaughtered Luervarden citizens who were fleeing as refugees. Their arrogance was so flagrant, their actions so deplorable, that even I, the ’Evil Dragon,’ couldn’t stand by and watch. So, I rounded them up for you along the way. Whether you kill them or flay them is your decision. I believe you will give all the people of Luervarden an accounting, won’t you, King Klinsmann?"

As he spoke, amidst the angry stares and murmurs of nearly ten thousand subjects, and under Klinsmann’s almost twitching gaze, David threw the four High Elves, who had been stripped bare by the Drow, onto the viewing platform.

But in Klinsmann’s eyes, what had been thrown to him were not merely four elven prisoners of war, but an inescapable and unsolvable dilemma.

With this Red Dragon revealing the truth in such a public setting, the issue concerning the northern Ogleet Territory could no longer be concealed. The High Elves would also begin to grow suspicious of Luervarden’s position.

If he were to openly send the elven prisoners who had committed atrocities back to the High Elven Kingdom, then the image of an iron-fisted ruler dedicated to restoring the nation, which he had painstakingly built over the past three years, would completely collapse.

Yet, if he chose to publicly execute these elves, he would inevitably incur the wrath of the High Elven Kingdom—a power even more fearsome than the Vitali Empire.

At that point, Luervarden’s fate was all too easy to imagine...

"Thank you... for your gift, Your Highness," Klinsmann managed, a wan smile on his face.

"It seems King Klinsmann quite likes this gift. That puts my mind at ease," David said with a laugh. "I’ll head over now. If I delay any longer, our Dragon Slayer here will grow impatient." He then flew off towards the sky above the Grand Arena.

Huh?

Seeing the Red Dragon actually descend to the center of the arena to face the challenge, Klinsmann was somewhat stunned. He truly couldn’t comprehend the purpose of David’s visit now.

Besides, David was just a young Red Dragon. Baptiste, on the other hand, was a legendary Dragon Slayer renowned for nearly twenty years and was still far from the period of significant decline that came with old age.

"HAHAHA! You’ve actually taken the field! Don’t tell me the Scarlet Flame from all those years ago was your little lover?"