The Greece Antagonist-Chapter 917 - 58: The Big Dragon Hung, Lockdown the Entire Scene

The guarding Light Elves immediately drew their bowstrings, watching the front warily.

“Who?”

“It’s us, the people from Immortal Palace. You all have worked hard.”

Poetry God, handsome with a gaunt face, waved his hand and greeted them warmly, his gentle smile as soothing as a spring breeze.

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“So it’s you, Bragi.” God of Fertility Frey sighed in relief and ordered the surrounding Light Elves to lower their Longbows.

Then, he looked at the two figures following Bragi, showing some surprise:

“Tyr? Heimdall? What are you all doing here?”

“Just need to talk about some private matters.”

Bragi smiled, glancing at the Light Elves around.

Frey hesitated for a moment, then under Bragi’s watchful eyes, waved to dismiss the surrounding Light Elves and asked:

“What’s up, coming to me so late?”

“To help you.”

“Help me? Help me with what?”

“To help you achieve distinction.”

Bragi saw Frey still appearing puzzled, then pointed directly at the dying Giant Dragon in the cage behind him and said bluntly,

“Let’s kill this Beast, and the credit will be yours!”

Hearing the thoughts of the trio, Frey was startled, shaking his head repeatedly in refusal:

“You want to kill it? No! Freya said to escort this dragon back to Turin City to be at the disposal of the Dwarf King!”

“This is impossible! Frey, think about it, this Giant Dragon is likely the source of the Dragon Disease, taking it back to Turin City like this would put all Dwarves in danger. The Seven Dwarf Kings would never allow such a thing to happen?”

“But Eden, she…”

“What does a little girl know! She’s just been fostered by this Giant Dragon for a few days and can’t bear to act. Moreover, having stayed with this Giant Dragon so long, who knows if she contracted Dragon Disease?”

Bragi waved his hand in rebuttal, sneering disdainfully,

“Eliminating this calamity is also for her good.”

Yet, Frey was still hesitant:

“But this was a task assigned by Freya, I…”

In the Warner Divine Race, the status of the Goddess is above that of the male gods, and he had always been somewhat fearful of his sister from childhood.

Bragi, seeing this, displayed an exasperated expression:

“Frey, the Lonely Mountain’s three Giant Dragons, one was killed by the Central Court Humans, one by the Giants of Jotunheim. However, our combined forces of Warner and Asa Divine Races, even with the elite forces of the Elf Clan, achieved nothing. Don’t you think this is a disgrace? When we return to Turin City and face those Dwarves, how can we hold our heads up?”

Hearing this, Frey’s face showed flickering uncertainty.

Indeed, in a hunt, it was still excusable for the mighty Warner Divine Race and Asa Divine Race to be overshadowed by the Giant Clan; but if even the Central Court Human squads could surpass them, that would be a significant loss of face.

Seeing Frey wavering, Bragi added meaningfully:

“Moreover, don’t you think your sister treats that Central Court man a bit differently? I just saw her chasing after that guy out of the camp; they might be having a secret rendezvous. What if Freya is smitten, and when she sees the Dwarf King, credits all achievements to her lover? If Immortal Palace’s reputation is damaged and Father God is furious, no one can save her!”

“That serious?” Frey swallowed.

“Helping the Dwarf Clan quell the Dragon Disaster is a direct command from Father God. If we return without any achievements, do you think he’ll be pleased? Completing this task is also to prevent your sister from taking the wrong path.”

Bragi snorted coldly in reminder and then, with disdain glancing at this indecisive Warner Chief God,

“If you don’t have the guts, just turn a blind eye. We’ll handle it ourselves, taking responsibility and crediting you!”

“Killing a mere Beast, what’s there to fear?!”

Frey’s handsome face instantly flushed, turning grimly towards the dying Giant Dragon in the cage.