Chapter 457 The Trial of the Dragon Worship Cult

"Lord Wharton, what should we do next?" A man in black robe lowered his head and asked.

The leading man in black robe looked at the chaos on the battlefield and said in a deep voice: "Lord Berg asked us to launch a tentative attack on the Silver Dragon Burke Kingdom to investigate the situation. Enzo, do you think that with the three of us, can we Fight with this knight of the west wind."

"Defeat is certain." Enzo replied seriously.

"Hume, what do you think?" Wharton turned to ask the other person.

"No chance of winning." Hume, the man in black robe, replied coldly.

"We will evacuate after all the jackals and ogres who were lost in the mist of dragon smoke are dead." Wharton set the tone for this matter.

The two of them remained silent and did not raise any objections. They agreed with their boss's decision in their hearts.

Wharton glanced at the two of them out of the corner of his eye, but couldn't detect any other expressions on Enzo and Hume's faces.

Both of them were his subordinates, but he didn't know who was the undercover agent sent to him by Priest Berg. Either they were both, or he was overly worried.

Although I can use some means to kill them now, it will be difficult to explain when I go back, so I can only extinguish this idea.

The internal factions of the Dragon Worship Cult are intricately organized. If not for the operation six years ago, when eight of his loyal subordinates were killed by the violent and insane red dragon in order to cover their evacuation, I would not have to be so cautious now. That bastard Berg kept shouting and drinking.

"Recently, the legendary silver dragon has been exploring this area from time to time. The source should be this West Wind Knight. Maybe I can use this opportunity to let this bastard Berg die in the hands of the silver dragon."

Wharton observed the battlefield situation expressionlessly, but he was constantly thinking about the feasibility of this plan in his heart.

As long as Berg is killed, he will take the position of priest with the support of Bishop Maloqi.

"Lord Wharton, the Dragon Smoke Mist lasts for half an hour, and those jackals and ogres are about to regain their consciousness." Hume, the black-robed man, stretched out his hand covered with black dragon scales, pointed to the battlefield ahead, and paid his respects to his The boss reminded.

Wharton glanced at them indifferently and said to the two of them, "Let's go."

After getting the information he wanted, Wharton was not prepared to stay long.

Although he had devoured half of the red dragon's heart and possessed high-level gold strength, he had no confidence in surviving against a real dragon knight.

As for his two subordinates, although they have the strength of low-level gold, they can't withstand the red dragon's magma breath several times when facing the red dragon.

As time passed ruthlessly, the confused jackal and the confused ogre looked at each other, at a loss.

They were in chaos, like headless flies that had lost their direction.

At this critical moment, they must make the wisest choice quickly to save their lives.

So, without hesitation, they grabbed the kobolds and goblins around them, used them as human shields, and fled in panic toward the rear.

The remaining kobolds and goblins also immediately discovered the escaping jackals and ogres. Without any hesitation, they joined in the escape sequence.

At the same time, the soldiers of the Zeferus Legion pursued the victory. Their morale was high, like tigers descending from the mountain, unstoppable. Countless gnolls and ogres lost their lives in this pursuit, their heads were chopped off, and their blood stained the ground red.

Verin stood above Serafina's head, witnessing the battle below with deep eyes.

"Are there any other creatures around?"

"Master, I didn't find it." Serafina replied.

Looking at the victory, Weilin had a hunch that someone or some creature must be spying on him secretly.

Near night, in the jungle military camp, Verin sat on a boulder, with Senafina standing behind him.

"Lord Knight of the West Wind, in this battle, one hundred and eleven warriors of the Zephyrus Legion were killed, and three hundred and twenty-six warriors were injured. A total of nine hundred and twenty-six gnolls and one hundred and two ogres were killed. Seventeen, including countless kobolds and goblins, more than five thousand in number." The gaps in Cyrus's armor were filled with minced flesh and blood, and he stood in front of Verin and reported the situation.

"Collect the bodies of the fallen soldiers and take them back for a good burial."

"Yes, my lord."

Two days later, Zephyrus's legions returned in triumph.

At Vaelin's behest, word of this victory spread throughout Zephyrus' domain.

Using the prestige of the Zeferus legion-building battle, Vaelin began to make changes to the administrative structure of the Zeferus territory.

Many tribal chiefs and village governors were uncomfortable with the sudden changes, but they did not dare to resist and instead took the initiative to implement them.

With the absolute strength and huge prestige, no dragon or dragon creature dared to offend the West Wind Knight.

This reform is mainly divided into three aspects.

First, the tribal system was changed to the village and town system, the position of clan leader was abolished and replaced by the position of consul, but an additional position of militia commander was created, which was previously held by the strongest person in the tribe.

The second is to abolish the original hereditary system of village consuls, but retain the deputy consul who can be hereditary for two hundred years, but the main position must be assigned by him or the future consul Zephyrus.

The third is the relocation policy. In each region, at least one thousand people will be relocated to Donghu District, and young adults must account for 70% of the relocated population.

As for reform, Verin is ready to take the lead first and then leave it to Orlando to take action after he takes office.

……

On July 9742st, in the Glorious Calendar, before he knew it, Verin had been staying in the Zeferus territory for almost half a year. I wonder if Kyle and the others thought about him in the capital.

At night, by the window sill, Weilin looked at the bright moon in the sky alone.

Basically nothing has changed except that there are no griffins asking for wine.

At eight o'clock in the evening, a familiar voice sounded again.

[There is a Dragon Cult stronghold in the valley six hundred kilometers east of Zeferus. Thirty kilometers north of the stronghold, there is a secret teleportation array exit. There is no legendary Dragon Cult elder. 】

"Dragon Cult, we are really destined. Last time I gave it to Argenta as a bargaining chip. Who should I give it to this time?"

If he wanted to, he could inform Kyle and Aljeta now to use his own strength to destroy this Dragon Worship Stronghold. Against the general background, with this feat, he would definitely gain huge reputation and reputation in the Silver Dragon Berk Kingdom. A very high honor.

However, for Verin, his focus is on the Kingdom of Ilia, which is his root after all.

Verin shook the wine in his glass and began to think about maximizing profits.