Academic gathering with a lich-Chapter 590 - 543: The Flute Sound from Ashpurin (Igros’s Bizarreness 3/6)

Although Irason had not completed her mission, the scholar did not punish her as he had said he would. The Green Dragon Priest possessed her unique traits; her innocence had not faded with the end of the era. Her childlike purity had the charm to unite people around her. This vitality was what the Dragon Priests Council needed now, for these elders, who had been around since the last era, were already quite old.

"My tribe, the Ancient Human Clans..." The noise of playful scuffling faded away as the Black Dragon Priest Ohmhead, holding the lower half of his staff, slowly introduced the Kin Clan he once guided. "My tribe has undergone changes. In the fifty years of my betrayal, the number of our people has sharply decreased due to famine and the invasion of beasts. Now, the population has dwindled to less than a hundred wanderers. They were driven out of Sahazaan, moving towards extinction step by step in the desert..."

Mr. Scholar’s eyes widened, "My elder brother..."

"It is quite easy to seize power in such a weak tribe; I only need to offer them some help, to give them the right to survive. Now I have joined my tribe as an outsider, becoming an eccentric elder who knows a bit of Shamanic Magic. They have lost their heritage in their struggle to survive, and the leader they elected is a young man named Zaral, a wise and level-headed decision maker."

The leader of the Ancient Human Clans was a sage. Such an appointment was fortunate for all endangered tribes. However, in the eyes of the scholar, it was merely a sad reminder that things were no longer as they were. The Ancient Human Clans revered wisdom, and if Ohmhead had been in power, that would have been absolutely impossible.

There was competition among the Dragon Priests, and there was also rivalry among the Kin Clans. The final battle of the plan would leave only one Kin Clan as the leaders of the new era, and this decision also stirred undercurrents of strife among the Dragon Priests. The two most powerful Kin Clans were the Arcanists led by Morocoy, who esteemed wisdom and studied magic, and the Berserkers led by Ohmhead, who worshipped physical strength and trained their bodies. The two leaders had long respected but also battled each other. The strife eventually ended with a narrow victory for magic, and at that time, the then-ruler Irion felt relief, even as an arrogant monarch, facing the embodiment of strength that Ohmhead was, a formidable brother worthy of respect.

And now, the once formidable adversary, the Ancient Human Clans, has become so impoverished.

"Things will get better, elder brother. As long as we are here, we will revive our clan again."

"I know, but I doubt whether those brethren, lost in the wilderness, still have the courage to accept my bloodline. Sahazaan was the homeland I gave them, but they abandoned it. As you once said, Morocoy, ’Only those who can consort with the black dragon are those who have overcome death itself.’ Now, they may no longer be suitable."

The scholar stared into the eyes of the elder, those unfathomable eyes that were like obsidian set in a layer of rock full of cracks. Ohmhead was still the same terrifying monster from before.

"As long as you have not changed, brother, I believe the warriors with your blood will surely retain that unrivaled vigor." The scholar patted Black Dragon Priest’s shoulder, "I will help you, elder brother, the wisdom of the Arcanists is still profound."

"Hmm, my fists are still hard." The two Dragon Priests looked at each other, their casual display of might stirring the sundries around them.

"Are we going to stack our hands together and shout a team slogan now, like ’Long live the Dragon Priests’ or something?" A tuft of green hair appeared in their line of sight, as Irason ignored their intimidating presence, her eyes shining with excitement!

"...Dream Elf, would you handle this?" Ohmhead’s gaze shifted from sharpness to despondency.

The scholar replied listlessly, "Let me handle it. The City of Wandering and the Elf Clans still maintain close ties, and through public relations, we can also have some influence on the Dream Forest."

Ohmhead nodded and turned to leave.

"By the way, Morocoy, have you found any intelligence on the dragon bones? If not, on my side..."

"I have a lead on the source of the dragon bones, just three days ago, someone blew the Dragon Calling Flute." The Dragon Calling Flute was a special artifact left by the Dragon Priests within the Kin Clan, meant to call for aid. When a Dragon Priest faced danger, the Kin Clan could seek help from other Dragon Priests and Kin Clans. After the dragons died, this magical artifact had once wailed day and night, but all Dragon Priests had long since lost hope, and it became a worthless object. But now, the ancient artifact had once again been sounded.

"Where did the sound come from?"

"Ashpurin, the precious gem of earth and stone, Manu (or the Gem Man). There might have been some accident with Kolosis, regardless, I must go there. His dragon Kolosis, is the most unique one, and if we find its dragon bones, it would be greatly beneficial to our plan."

"Morocoy," the Black Dragon Priest recited the ancient chant, "may glory be with your wisdom." 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

The scholar laughed, "Are we going back to the old formalities? Then let us play the song of old in the new age."

The scholar raised his head, then he recited his dragon language.

"May pride be with your strength, Ohmhead." The scholar opened the teleportation portal and left the place.

Irason stood next to her cold-hearted sister, peeking around. A thick layer of green dust had already covered the book’s pages, and Princess could no longer pretend to discern the text. She blew a cold gust, wiping away the green dust and closed the book.

"What are you up to, dear sister?"

Irason pinched the blooming hem of her skirt, spun around on the spot, and then bowed.

"May purity be with your tides, Princess."

Irason opened her eyes wide, anticipating something.

Princess, with a cold face, did the same back to her.

"May the fool be with your dreams, Irason."

"Hehe... eh? You got it wrong! It should be ’May the ethereal be with my dreams’... Princess! You spoke ill of me!!!"

"Not at all, dear, you heard wrong, I said ’ethereal’."

"I clearly heard..." Before Irason could finish her sentence, Princess opened her arms and wrapped her in an embrace, stroking her willow-soft long hair.

"Poor Irason, you must be tired from delving too deep into dreams, that’s why you misheard me. But no matter, I believe you have received my blessing already, haven’t you? Dear, you should now rest well, maybe go to the City of Wandering’s confectionery to replenish some sugar..."

Irason’s train of thought was disrupted by the sudden physical contact, and all that remained in her head was...

"Candy! You’re right, dear, I should indeed take some good rest. Would you like to join me?"

"I’d be delighted."