The news came to me through secret channels, and it shouldn't have spread yet, at least only the two of us know about it here. ”

Patrick replied with a nervous look on his face and a moment of hesitation.

"Should?" Eyres' face was gloomy.

"That's the answer you gave me?!"

"It's too coincidental that Kenneth came back at this time, and there were other people with him, does that mean that person...... Still alive? ”

"Father...... Uncle what should we do, if he returns, all plans will be disrupted, my throne and your Sage position......"

"Shut up!" Eyres snorted coldly as he stepped forward and stared fiercely into Patrick's eyes.

"Remember, he's dead, the associated blood has coagulated, and I won't lie about that, and even if there are accidents, I'll kill them."

"He's dead, he must die!"

"Do you understand?"

"Yes...... I understand. ”

Under the pressure of Eres, Patrick slowly calmed down.

"What are we going to do next?"

Eres groaned, "What else can I do?" ”

"Go see him."

"And then?" Patrick hesitated.

"Arrange it, you quietly take people out of here and go straight to Bissar, and in addition, block the news of Bisar, and no one will be allowed to enter or leave until I arrive!"

"I don't think the news of the Emir's death has yet to reach there, as long as you move fast enough and lock down the whole world, it will become an island."

Érex smiled.

"Even if the Emir is really alive, he doesn't know what we're going to do next, so you just have to do what a son should do, hold him back, and wait for me to get there myself."

"In addition, if Kenneth only comes back by himself, he will be imprisoned, as long as the news can be completely blocked, the plan will still go as scheduled."

Eyres commanded.

He wanted to kill Kenneth to wash away the stain on himself, but he wanted to do it himself, in front of the woman.

"Okay, I see." Patrick nodded repeatedly.

"If it's just Kenneth himself, should we ......"

Saying that he had a murderous face, Patrick didn't want to wait any longer, as long as he killed Kenneth, all his wishes would be granted.

In this case, even if Elles's plan fails and he does not become a Dragon Sage, at that time, no matter who takes over the position of Dragon Sage.

Kenneth is dead, so he has a great chance of being made heir to the throne.

"No, you don't."

Eyres coldly rejected Patrick's proposal.

"The timing is completely on our side, this is an accident, they will not be on guard, you must find out the identity of the person accompanying Kenneth as soon as you arrive in Bisar."

"If it's the emir, let me know as soon as possible." Elles' eyes flashed with determination to move forward.

As he said, the emir must die.

"If it's anyone else, block the news, reassure Kenneth, and wait for me to arrive."

"Do you understand?"

Patrick lowered his head, a hint of unwillingness flashed in his eyes, but he could only agree obediently to Eres.

"Keep him alive and wait for me to dispose of him."

In Eyres's heart, his brother Emir is the most important thing, and only when Emir dies will he have a chance to get his hands on the Dragon Sage.

He was already the king of the Silver Dragons, and what he was looking for was not temporary power, but for Patrick.

Kenneth is the top priority.

As long as Kenneth doesn't die, the Silver Dragons won't stop looking for him, but whoever becomes the Dragon Sage, as long as Kenneth dies, he is almost the best candidate to be the heir to the throne.

As for the new era that Eres is talking about, it doesn't matter in his heart.

All he wants is the throne.

"Let's go, take the dragon guard, be careful not to let anyone know your whereabouts, and besides, I will send three bone dragon attendants to accompany you."

"Bone Dragon?"

Patrick looked surprised.

"Blocking news requires a corresponding number of people, and if you use too drastic measures, it will definitely attract a backlash from the top Bisar powerhouses."

"You'll need to clean those guys by then."

The so-called Bone Dragon Squire is not a separate race, but a special product of the blessing of the secret method.

Even fifth-order transcendents have an upper limit of their lifespan, and in the final cycle of their lives, some people will choose this special method to allow their bones to absorb the power of their soul and body and continue to grow.

Until it completely breaks through his body and becomes the product of white ossification.

If they choose this method, they will lose themselves and their life cycle will be much longer, which is equivalent to a disguised weapon, which can provide strong support in special situations.

This method is completely different from the dragon body transformation used by the emir, and the power that can be inherited is limited, and the difficulty of operation is much reduced.

Hearing the news, Patrick was reassured that his qualifications were a little worse than Kenneth's, and he was slightly younger.

Now it's just barely touching the peak of the fourth order, and there is. Some support, then there will be no mistakes in the next action.

As Patrick departed, Éres turned his attention elsewhere.

In his opinion, in addition to the normal momentum within the clan, the meeting between the twelve dragon envoys is the key to everything.

So after dealing with everything, he rushed back to the previous Dragon Hall as soon as possible.

Sure enough, it didn't disappoint him, the energy around him surged, and several figures appeared on the chair.

There are a lot more people than the last time they were here.

Except for a few important positions and the dragon envoys who were out on a mission, everyone else was present.

"Tell me, where the hell is my brother Emir on his mission?"

Eyres asked in a deep voice.

"Your information is true, but we are also investigating, and we cannot disclose specific information to you yet."

Someone replied.

"Please tell me everything." Érès asked again.

"The position of the dragon envoy cannot be vacant, since the emir is dead, it is better to let his younger brother take his place, and it will also facilitate the next investigation."

Someone suggested.

"Rules are rules."

"Although the Silver Dragon Clan has a fixed seat for the Dragon Envoy, this seat is not designated at random."

"Selection and recommendation within the clan, and then our observation."

"Even if it's just a formality, at least it proves that the Silver Dragon Clan is qualified to keep this seat."

As soon as the words fell, many people nodded in agreement.

But Eres's face darkened.

He is the Dragon King, no one in the clan can compete with him, as long as the other dragon envoys recognize his identity, then he can skip the tedious process and directly become the Dragon Sage.

But now......

The Emir had just died, and the whole race was immersed in grief, and he was somewhat hasty to mention it.

It's like the old king has just died, and the new king doesn't hold a funeral for the old king, but is busy crowning himself first.

The program is fine, but the order is very problematic.

"Okay."

Érex nodded, "I will start the selection ceremony as soon as possible, only by becoming a dragon envoy one day earlier, I will be able to get the news related to Emir one day earlier and find out the truth about his death." ”

Eyres replied in a deep voice.

After speaking, he took the initiative to cut off contact.

The figure on the high chair swayed, "I don't like him, just like it was many years ago." ”

Someone said.

"Me too."

"But according to the rules, even we can't refuse the same person twice."

"Maybe next time, Éres will be our companion."

"Huh...... If so, then I have one less reason to attend this boring meeting. ”

"In addition, the death of the emir is indeed worthy of our investigation, he is a two-ring dragon warlock, and the only ones who can kill him are those guys."

The voice was muffled and faded into the void.

There was no recognition, and even though Erees had attended a few meetings, he couldn't see the looks and shapes of any of them.

…………

Kenneth opened his eyes tiredly, and the pain was so sharp that he even suspected that he had been stripped of his dragon scales and released every drop of dragon blood.

The first thing he did when he woke up was not to check his injuries, but to look around for another figure.

"Mr. Roger...... Mr. Roger? ”

Not finding the familiar figure, Kenneth's heart sank.

In the last moments of entering this world, Kenneth's whole body strength was almost exhausted, and his whole person was on the verge of coma.

He just remembered that he did his best, and the rest was forgotten after the impact.

"Lord Yinlong, are you awake?"

A soft voice came, and Kenneth followed the voice, and the mottled points of light in mid-air converged, and then formed a beautiful woman with butterfly wings and a beautiful figure.

"Where is this?"

"Lord Hui, this is Bisar, the home of the dragon elves, you entered here by violent means, and then we found you."

The voice is soft, the woman's skin is almost transparent, and the whole person disappears from time to time when she speaks.

She has a slender body and snail-like antennae on the top of her head, which sway as she speaks, and even her color changes.

"What about the others, the other person I'm with?"

Kenneth quickly ascertained his position, and immediately asked with a sigh of relief.

"Another person?"

The dragon elf thought for a moment, "You mean that iron lump...... At first, we thought it was an adult in armor, but there was no breath of life in the closed armor, it was just an iron lump, not a living person. ”

"If you're referring to him, then we can help you find it."

"What?"

Kenneth's face changed, and from the message left by the emir, he knew that Roger's soul had been devastated.

During the long rafting, he knew that time would change, and if his injuries were not treated, his body would also be affected.

"Take me to see him, immediately!"

"As you wish."

The dragon elf's tentacles glowed, his body trembled slightly, and when Kenneth came back to his senses, he found himself in a palace surrounded by plants.

It wasn't a palace in the traditional sense.

Rocks, trees, vines, flowers.

Everything grows together in harmony.

It's a miracle of nature.

"We worship nature, and although it looks simple, it already represents our respect for you."

"Without the protection of the Silver Dragons, there would be no peace for us now, I am the dragon spirit Salazar......"

Ignoring the dragon elf's words, Kenneth saw the figure on the stone platform at a glance.

He stepped forward quickly to probe a little, and his heart sank to the bottom.

Cold.

It was as if a corpse was wrapped in armor.

"How so?"

"Am I still failing?"

At this moment, there was a noise not far away, accompanied by a deafening roar, and several figures appeared from a distance.

A hint of surprise flashed across Kenneth's face at the sight of the man in charge.

"Patrick, why are you here?"

"Oh my God, you're so badly hurt!" Before he could get closer, Patrick let out a cry of grief.

"My brother, where the hell have you been?"

"Where's my father?"

"What about the rest of the party?"

Patrick asked.

"Uncle Emir died, and we fell into Heinris's ambush and were stranded in one world for a long time."

"Except for me...... Everybody's dead! ”

Kenneth looked pained.

All the pride he disguised was crushed.

"What?!"

"It can't be!"

"Father is so powerful, how could he die, you are lying!" Patrick stepped forward and grabbed Kenneth's shoulders with both hands like pincers.

Kenneth let out a cry of pain, and his face instantly turned pale, and some blood even oozed from the part where Patrick was clenching.

But Patrick didn't mean to let go, he shook Kenneth's body wildly, roaring in anger.

Kenneth stood still, bearing all this.

"I also hope that it is me who dies, and if I don't have my companion, maybe Uncle Emir really has a chance to escape."

As if to trigger the injury, Kenneth spurted out a few more mouthfuls of blood, and that's when Patrick seemed to realize something.

He slowly let go of his hand, "I'm sorry, I'm too excited, your hurt ......"

"By the way, there's news that someone is returning with you."

Shifting his gaze, Patrick quickly noticed the ornate armor with a peculiar aura fluctuation.

"This ...... It's ......"

Kenneth nodded.

"Uncle Emir used the Dragon Body Transformation Technique, which is the dragon armor he left behind, inheriting most of his power......"

Patrick was short of breath, he was even deaf for a moment, and all his attention was drawn to the armor.

As the nominal son of the emir, then there is no doubt that he will be the sole heir to this powerful dragon armor.

With this set of armor, when he enters the fifth order, once he fuses with the armor, then he will cross the huge chasm in one fell swoop and become the strongest of the entire Silver Dragon Clan!

Thinking of this, Patrick couldn't resist the impulse in his heart, and almost subconsciously wanted to take the armor for himself.

"Mine, it's mine!"

At this moment, Patrick suddenly realized the great benefits of his identity.

"My titular father isn't useless, is he?"

"With it, will I be stronger than my father?"

But just as Patrick was about to step forward to collect the armor that was destined to belong to him, Kenneth suddenly reached out and blocked his way.

"Wait a minute, Patrick, I know what you're thinking."

Kenneth took a deep breath, and the emotions that flashed in Patrick's eyes could be understood by any fool.

"But listen to me, before death came, Uncle Emir had already appointed the heir to this armor."

"So, you can't take it."

In Kenneth's mind, this armor was reserved for Roger.

But when these words landed in Patrick's ears, they instantly broke through his psychological defenses.

At this moment, he forgot what Eres had told him.

There was only one thought in my head.

(End of chapter)