Ashen Dragon-Chapter 483 - 404 Georges New Life

Chapter 483: Chapter 404 George’s New Life

Chapter 483 -404 George’s New Life

At the top of the tower in the center of Dark Wings, Salena Jezlaide, the current clan leader of the Jezreel Clan, stared intently at the white torrent on the crystal ball, her expression incredibly grave.

Around the round table sat a dozen female Drow Elves with varied expressions. They were the elders of the Jezreel Clan and the true rulers of this city.

Drow Elves have always held women in the highest regard, with male Drow often reduced to slaves for fulfilling desires.

“Courting” was considered the duty of the females, who chose their mates as one would select a domesticated animal and often changed them.

However, at this moment, facing the imminent peril, these Drow Elves had no time to indulge in desires.

“By Rhos, what are those things?”

Salena bit her lip and asked.

Accompanying her words, a thin black mist spread within the tower.

As a descendant of the Shadow Dragon, Salena not only had the pointed ears of a Drow Elf, but black scales often appeared on her face, and she also possessed the ability to cast shadow magic.

“According to the scouts we sent… they’re undead skeletons. They should be from Dragon Shadow City.”

“Could it be Mortifael? No, we confirmed long ago that he is completely dead.”

“Wasn’t Dragon Shadow City already destroyed by that Red Dragon?”

The Drow Elves discussed among themselves.

But Salena said solemnly, “It’s the Ashen Empire—the legendary empire with the ‘World-Incinerating Dragon’ as its emperor.”

“That empire on the surface?”

“Damn it!”

“That Red Dragon…”

“Those greedy creatures live on the surface, why are they interfering in the Gloomy Region’s affairs!”

The Drow Elves suddenly fell into chaos; some were terrified, others furious or deeply resentful.

“Bluefoot Dragon-snake skeletons.”

“High-level corpse demons.”

Salena watched the images on the crystal ball, her slender fingers trembling constantly.

“All of them are high-level undead creatures. An army like this is definitely not assembled temporarily. This can only mean one thing—”

By the end of her sentence, her throat trembled.

“They are targeting the Jezreel Clan, for whatever reason—they intend to utterly destroy us.”

The tower fell into complete silence.

“Boom, boom…”

Suddenly, a series of dull sounds came from the city walls, accompanied by the sound of bones grinding against each other, mixed with the wails and screams of Drow soldiers.

“Bang!”

Dozens of massive dragon-snake skeletons smashed through the city walls, flooding into the city, followed by tens of thousands of undead skeletons.

The dragon-snake skeletons even climbed up the black tower, coiling around it.

A corpse demon stood on the enormous skull of a dragon-snake, overlooking the panicked Drow Elves and once again revealing a twisted smile.

“The hunt has begun.”

…

Ashen Empire’s capital, Isdalia.

“Dang—”

The loud and prolonged bell chimes echoed throughout the city, waking the sleeping people to begin a busy day.

In a beautiful mansion in the inner city area, George slowly opened his eyes and yawned.

He first washed up in front of the mirror, then put on his regular military uniform, and finally put on the bronze medal symbolizing his status as an “Imperial Baron.”

“Tsk, tsk, it feels like a dream… a true Dragonblood noble.”

George adjusted his collar and looked at the golden vertical pupils symbolizing his “noble bloodline” in the mirror, nodding in satisfaction.

As a human blessed with magic, he was now closer to the essence of a True Dragon than those miscellaneous dragon beasts.

However, unlike some of his extreme colleagues, George did not exchange for the more prominent Half-Dragon Potion—he still preferred his current self.

George habitually went to the living room, clasped his hands in front of the Red Dragon statue placed atop the shrine, closed his eyes, and bowed deeply.

“Good morning, His Majesty Cassius.”

“May you bless me with victory in every battle and honor upon me.”

George’s prayer was exceptionally sincere, from the depths of his heart.

Placing the Emperor’s statue in the living room and conducting daily worship had become quite popular in the empire—especially in the military.

Even the poorest reserve soldiers would hire the best blacksmith in the area to craft a small brass statue and place it in their rented room.

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“Revere the Emperor, and He will bring you endless victories.”

“Praise the Emperor, and He will bring you eternal glory.”

These two sayings had become so prevalent that their origins could no longer be traced, but many imperial officers and soldiers believed in them deeply.

After finishing all this, George placed three “Ginnars” in front of the statue—it was said that this currency was personally designed by His Majesty.

Only then did George drape the Imperial Army’s coat over his shoulders, place the military hat on his head, and open the door.

As he stepped out, he heard an enthusiastic greeting from afar.

“Good morning, Baron George.”

“Good morning, Baron Grice.”

George turned his head—it was his current neighbor, Baron Grice Paride, another human soldier who earned honor in the North War.

Their similar experiences and shared race naturally brought them close.

The two Dragonblood Nobles, both dressed in military uniforms, greeted each other and then walked together to the station a hundred meters away.

“You’re really early.”

“Heh, I heard Marshal Dolores has been strictly enforcing military discipline lately. Several negligent officers have already been dismissed. Better early than sorry.”

“Tsk, those guys at the court-martial know nothing about war; they’re just good at wielding power internally.”

On both sides of the road were similar-styled mansions with gardens.

In the highly coveted Isdalia, owning such a house was undoubtedly a great honor.

This was the inner city area of Isdalia. Only officers, officials, and big merchants were allowed to reside here. Many residents were Dragonblood Nobles.

However, George was merely a minor baron, residing at the very edge of the inner city, separated from the outer city by just one wall.

“Toot—”

The steam locomotive slowly pulled into the station, spewing white smoke.

This locomotive was different from ordinary ones; its sides were engraved with the emblem of rifles and cannons, and its interior was more luxurious.

This was a military special train provided by the government, used only to transport officers and soldiers; no unauthorized personnel could enter.

“Good morning, Baron.”

“Thank you for your contribution to the empire.”

The inspector at the door glanced at the medals on their chests, nodded quickly, and then bowed slightly to invite them inside.

“Woo—woo—”

The train sped, producing a humming sound, with the whistle atop belching smoke.

Outside the window, people came and went, including diligent workers, shouting newsboys, and those wandering Starfallen.

The roadside was lined with various buildings, and in the distance stood massive factories, with chimneys billowing black smoke.

George quietly sat by the window, watching the rapidly passing scenery, resting his chin on his hand, lost in thought.

It was all changing too fast, faster than the shifting scenery outside.

Just a few years ago, this place was a natural wilderness, and George himself was nothing but a humble, animal-like serf.

Now, with time changing, a magnificent city had sprung up, and he had become a respected “important figure.”

“It feels like a dream…”

George couldn’t help but sigh again.

Looking at those buildings, his heart surged with passionate enthusiasm—and a powerful urge to dedicate everything to this collective.

Perhaps this was the “imperial dream” described in the Isdalia Times.

George thought.