Lord of Glory

ges—who originally had a high and mighty demeanor—gathered around excitedly as if they had just seen a lost mystery of magic.
One of them said, “I have researched magic all my life.
To be able to see the dragon that represents the crystallization of the mystery of magic before I die, now I can die with a smile on my face! Hahahaha!”

“Tell me guys, will those instructors be envious of us when we return to the Forest of Towers? Oh Almighty God, this is a real living dragon!”

“Oh my, it's really a giant dragon, The illusion technique is so advanced, the details are so realistic you can even see the hairs! That's awesome.”

A large group of mages gathered around the blond man, talking nonstop.
Originally, they were wise.
But now, they looked like lunatics who hadn’t spoken for thousands of years.
Commenting about the giant dragon feared by the world.

Morris and Windsor were slightly stunned.
They scolded these mages to quickly move, only for the dragon to be surrounded by other bootlickers.

The magic swordsman spoke first, “Oh great dragon, our Brotherhood of Magic Swordsmen is now the most powerful organization, I hope to invite you to the headquarters to rest for a few days.”

As soon as he heard this, the barbarian was offended, “Your magic swordsmen are the most powerful? Our Rurukh Dynasty is in the northern land, ruled by the God of War! If Mr.
Dragon visits us, he can ask for as many jewels and gold coins as he desires!”

The barbarians took advantage of the dragon's penchant for shiny things.
When they were about to say the right things to convince him, Morris maintained his faithful and gentle manner while saying, “Holy Dragon, your clan once made allies with our Holy See in ancient mythology.
Instead of going to these barbarians’ uncivilized dwellings, why not visit our temple and bask in the holy light of Enos?”

The beautiful and dignified Windsor couldn't keep her cool when it came to the giant dragon.
Her long pointed ears were tensing.
She immediately sneered, “Allies? In mythology, it was your pope who declared the dragons as heretics.
Now you have the nerve to call them allies? Mr.
Dragon, our people in the Dark Forest value peace; these humans are only interested in power and profit.
Why don't you come and live in the forest for a while?”

At the time, these forces were shamelessly attempting to woo the dragon.
They all knew that the appearance of the giant dragon meant that he would return to the mainland again.
Now was different from the ancient times in the mythology.
Nowadays, talents had withered.
Strong people had died or retired.
When would the opportunity of meeting the dragon who crossed the continent back then appear again? They didn’t know about that, but they did understand one thing.
If one of the forces became a dragon knight or an ally of the dragon, the benefits would be so great, needless to say.

The domineering dragon smiled awkwardly and said, “Because you guys can't say my real name, just call me Odovic.
I'm not here on behalf of the dragon clan, I just came here for fun.”

Even after Odovic explained, these forces that were determined to curry favor with the dragon showed no signs of letting go.
The Black Orcs, who saw the Bitter Water Dragon were scared away by the sudden mysterious dragon, realized that the situation was not favorable to them.
When they were about to flee, the man in the black robe who had slipped under the radar suddenly raised his hand.
There was a dagger.
Soon, a series of cutting sounds were heard from the city gate.

Windsor and others instantly returned to their senses and turned their heads.
Only to discover that the black-haired man had long since disappeared and had been standing at the far side of the city gates who knew when.
What shocked them even more was that, with the exception of the leading orc, the heads of the other orcs had been severed.
Their bodies limp, collapsed in a pool of blood.