Game World: I Can Share Talents-Chapter 55: Magical Handy-Dandy Tool

The combined forces of the Trial Takers and the local Resistance Army immediately gathered at the defensive line on the edge of the mountain forest. The elite Trial Takers formed the main force; by comparison, the local Resistance Army could only stand in the back and act as support troops.

The only exception was Solren, who had stepped outside the watchtower walls, far from the crowd. The warrior, who exuded a chilling aura, was wrapping his hands with layer after layer of bandages, his eyes fixed on the dragon wings approaching from the horizon.

Andre whistled casually.

"Now we get to witness a battle worthy of the ancestors."

"With the Solren Sword Saint’s power, as long as there are no Legendary True Dragons, the rest should be no cause for concern. We just need to take care of ourselves and kill as many enemies as we can."

Burlington nodded, commanding his War Knights to form up in neat ranks.

"Ha, we actually get to see a Legendary Sword Saint in action? Just for this, the Trial was worth the price of admission!"

Behind the War Knights, another company of knights was equally excited. Unlike the splendid Imperial uniforms, their appearance was far more austere and chilling. They wore Silver Light Armor and Light Blue Cloaks; though they were also Knights, their style was completely different.

Their numbers were also small compared to the War Knights, with only a dozen or so men.

"Yonglan Knights... Sir Rafati, do you have any brilliant insights?"

Burlington turned his head and met the gaze of a knight with short, pale silver hair.

"No, none at all. We are merely visiting guests, after all. This Trial is a grand event for the Radiant Holy Tree. We are of the Riding God’s bloodline and have no interest in the Holy Tree’s rewards. We are only participating in this Trial to follow the Path of the Knight."

The Yonglan Knight named Rafati hooked a finger around his scimitar, spinning it deftly as he spoke, "To encounter a powerful enemy and fight to the death. That is all we seek."

"The Divine Ancestor’s favor does not distinguish between the devout and the faithless. Please, don’t hold back. We are merely competing fairly."

Burlington said. He didn’t disbelieve the man’s words—Yonglan Knights were basically all straightforward brutes like that. But he had his pride and couldn’t stand Rafati’s bullshit about ’letting them win.’

"Ha, still defiant, are we, Imperial Citizen?"

Rafati shrugged and smiled, then silently mouthed a taunt at Burlington:

"Poor imitation."

"You!"

The War Knight, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, shot Rafati a hateful glare.

But before he could retort, a series of dragon roars, growing closer and closer, drew everyone’s attention.

"ROAR—"

As the silhouettes of the Giant Dragons grew clearer, the wings of those majestic and powerful creatures—noble beasts that might even inspire praise—stirred up a storm. The resulting gales uprooted entire trees. In an instant, the Dragon Group had crossed a distance of thousands of meters.

Finally, they hovered to a stop before the lone Sword Saint.

Solren, who had been meditating with his eyes closed, placed a hand on his sword hilt and observed the Dragon Group surrounding him.

Just as Burlington had scouted, the Dragon Group was composed of dozens of Giant Dragons and countless Dragon Beasts. According to Solren’s observation, there were surprisingly quite a few Giant Dragon Execution Officers among them.

’The Giant Dragon Execution Officers, who should each be leading their own units, have actually gathered together?! Just how many Dragon Groups have they brought?!’

’A thousand? Two thousand? Or ten thousand? Even more?’

Solren thought, ’This is bad.’ He feared no enemy, but he had no confidence he could protect the civilians behind him from the claws of the Dragon Group.

’Can I trust those strangers? Or will I have to sacrifice some of my warriors to buy time?’

Just as Solren was wrestling with this difficult decision, a voice called out from within the Dragon Group:

"Wait, don’t be so quick to attack. We didn’t come here to start a war today."

From the ranks of the Giant Dragons, three Dragon Beasts flew out. And on their backs, humans were riding them!

No... it wasn’t entirely accurate to say they were all human, because there was also a silver-haired Dragon Descendant.

The Giant Dragons’ positioning also encircled these three, standing slightly behind them in a clear posture of submission. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

This made Solren slightly puzzled. According to his understanding of the Dragon Race, lowly slaves like humans would never be given a second glance.

"I don’t believe there’s any room for negotiation between us."

Solren looked at the handsome, black-haired, purple-eyed young man who had just spoken and said:

"Or is the Dragon Race in the sky planning to show mercy, to go easy on us pitiful people?"

The sarcastic words angered the dragons. Tudor, in particular, instinctively craned his neck, wanting to retaliate against Solren’s disrespect.

’This... Forget it. No point in stooping to a human’s level.’

After learning from Westheid that the human before them might be a Legendary Powerhouse, they decided that protecting their esteemed highness was more important.

In short, they backed down.

"Asking the proud and cruel Dragon Race to turn a blind eye to the resistance is a bit too much. I don’t think they would agree to that."

Westheid smiled. "However, I believe we can still talk."

Solren snorted coldly. "I have nothing to talk about with the Dragon Race, or the Dragon Race’s lackeys."

"Don’t be hasty. I will give you a reason you can’t refuse."

Westheid said calmly, guiding his Dragon Beast to land in front of Solren.

At this moment, the War Knights waiting in formation in the rear finally got a clear look at Westheid’s figure and cried out in alarm.

"It’s Duke Qinghui! That means that Dragon-blooded Hybrid must be here too..."

"How did they end up on the Demon Dragons’ side..."

"No, it’s possible. It’s completely possible!"

"No wonder we couldn’t find that hybrid even after searching the entire Kepal Plain! And the Dragon Race hasn’t started their cleansing and the Slauther yet... so that’s how it is..."

Burlington gritted his teeth. "We prepared for so many scenarios, yet the worst and most impossible one had to come true. Dammit!"

"Thankfully, we chose to assist Sir Solren. Otherwise, that hybrid really would have succeeded. Things are still fine now. Let’s just let Sir Solren take care of them!"

The War Knights were incredibly relieved by their choice. If they hadn’t latched onto such a powerful ally, they might have actually been crushed by the very target they were supposed to be hunting.

Now that would have been a true and utter humiliation.

Regardless of how the Trial Takers reacted, Westheid’s attention was never on them. Instead, he was sizing up the Legendary Sword Saint who stood just a short distance away.

Having witnessed the majesty of a Legendary True Dragon, his impression of Solren wasn’t quite as stunning.

But the determination and resolve in the other man’s eyes were deeply impressive.

Solren’s eyes lowered slightly. "What do you have to say?"

Westheid said calmly, "I’ve come to deliver a gift. A gift that will allow the vast majority of humans on the Kepal Plain to escape the Dragon Race’s enslavement and survive."

The Sword Saint raised an eyebrow. "What are you talking about?"

"Sir Solren, first, you must understand one thing. My friends and I are not on the Dragon Race’s side. It may seem like we can command this Dragon Group, but in reality, it’s all based on deception. To be honest, we’re in a bit of a bind now, which is why we came seeking your cooperation."

"After all, we have the same enemy."

Solren was undoubtedly a smart man. He was able to deduce the general situation from Westheid’s few words and responded immediately:

"...What reason do I have to believe you? These words are absurd and unbelievable."

"Which is why I prepared this."

Westheid took out a tightly bound scroll.

When faced with a Legend, Westheid’s method for persuading Solren was different from how he persuaded Scorching Wings. The latter was extremely suspicious, whereas the former was much simpler by comparison.

What he said was ultimately unimportant. For Solren, actions spoke louder than words.

He only believed what he could see with his own eyes and verify with his own heart.

Solren frowned. "What is that?"

"A handy little tool we’ll be using right now. Please watch closely, Sir Solren."

As he spoke, Westheid unhesitatingly tore open the scroll.