Ashen Dragon

At the edge of the Ashen Swamp, near the Dragon Worship Sect's stronghold, the "Green Scale Nest"

"There he is!"

"Quick, find them!"

Hearing the distant shouts, Adrian half-knelt in the foul-smelling swamp, breathing softly. He plunged his one-handed sword deep into the muck, dark red blood oozing from the dragon claw scratches on his silver armor.

He hid in the swamp's underbrush, not daring to make even the slightest sound.

"Lord Adrian, they seem to have left..." whispered the warrior in leather armor beside him.

Upon hearing this, Adrian first looked around, reassured that no one was nearby, then breathed a deep sigh of relief.

He took the dagger from his waist, igniting it with fire in his hand until the blade was scorching red, then with gritted teeth, he cut away the flesh infected by the toxin.

"Hiss—damn it, these wretches are truly ubiquitous!"

The red-hot blade sliced through his arm with a crisp sound, removing a large chunk of purple-black flesh.

Adrian casually tossed aside the dagger, spread his five fingers, and golden light radiated from his palm, healing the wound from which blood continuously gushed.

"My lord, I've just learned through spells that our stronghold in Mar Town was discovered by them. The surrounding area for dozens of miles has been overtaken by the Dragon Worship Cult. Where should we go now?" A mage in tattered robes sighed, despair etched on his face.

They were all members of the "Second Fadlan Alliance."

Years ago, King Iloti Aragon was beguiled by the Dragon Worship Church, pledging allegiance to Tiamat, plunging the Kingdom of Seleucis into chaos and panic, as the terrifying and gigantic shadows of dragons loomed over everyone's hearts.

In recent years, the Dragon Worship Church's actions became increasingly brutal and rampant. They plundered not only gold and silver treasures but also enslaved commoners, turning them into sacrifices or even food for dragon beasts, prompting countless people to rise in resistance.

Those who yearned for the Empire of Fadlan and hated the Dragon Worship Church gathered, forming the so-called "Second Fadlan Alliance," using ambushes, assassinations, and other means to thwart the Dragon Worship Sect's atrocities.

Adrian had once been a paladin of the Amanata Church, an earl of the Kingdom of Seleucis, and was supposed to lead a prosperous life.

But in the turmoil years ago, his mansion was plundered by the Dragon Worship Sect, his earldom occupied, and his family brutally slaughtered.

Since then, Adrian resolutely joined the alliance, vowing to destroy the Dragon Worship Sect and avenge his family and friends.

Yet, three hours ago, his team was ambushed during a raid on the Dragon Worship Cult's sacrificial site—the information was a trap, and the wanderer in the team had long been controlled by the Dragon Worship Church's "Mind Corrupting Technique."

Now, the corpses of his companions hung on the charred and withered trees in the distance, sacrifices for the ancient green dragon, "Cui Lin Poison Miasma," "Lord of the Rot Swamp."

Adrian raised his head, looking at the menacing dragon beasts swirling amidst the distant storm clouds, and said through gritted teeth, "There's no hope here. We head north, away from Seleucis!"

The mage spoke in a deep voice, "My lord, have you forgotten? The Thrace Kingdom is already overthrown. It is now a domain ruled by giant dragons. To enter the north impetuously is to walk into the lion's den."

"Then we head west, towards the Talilo Desert. There, we may seek refuge with the Metal Dragon Clan," Adrian proposed.

The few companions fell into silence, knowing that the Talilo Desert was a well-known Life Forbidden Zone, and the fiercest battleground between the Five-Colored Dragon Clan and the Metal Dragon Clan.

Only by crossing the high mountains west of the Talilo Desert could they reach the relatively safe Silvermoon Bay, untainted by the Dragon Worship Cult.

This journey spanned a thousand kilometers, fraught with danger, unlikely to survive, especially with the Dragon Worship Church in relentless pursuit.

Just then, the mage's face changed dramatically, eyes wide in fear, "My lord, it's an emanation from divination spells, targeting... us!"

"Give up, pitiful rebels, you lowly humans."

Out of the shadows stepped three black-robed servant monks in scale armor, their pupils serpent-like slits, bone staves in their hands wreathed in poisonous mist.

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The lead servant monk sneered, raising his withered finger.

Accompanied by a bubbling sound, three skeletons, charred by dragon breath, crawled from the rotting swamp, a thick green liquid oozing from their bony seams—distinctive "Dragon Plague Puppets" of the Dragon Worship Sect, each strike could fester a wound to the bone.

"Damn traitors... you betrayed humanity to become the lapdogs of evil dragons!"

Adrian cursed, gripping the sword handle, the Sun Holy Emblem on his chest glowing faintly gold.

He recited his oath softly, but felt the divine power turn obscure—this swamp was already corrupted by the Dragon Worship Sect's "blasphemy barrier," weakening his connection with the Sun.

At that moment, an ambushing Drilling Dragon Beast erupted from the mire, its mouth a maw of chaotic, sharp teeth, aiming directly for the paladin's head, its fetid breath suffocating.

"Roar—"

In the nick of time, a stout arrow shot through, piercing the dragon beast's left eye, nailing it dead to the muddy ground.

Immediately, out of the swamp mist charged five dwarves clad in beast-hide cloaks, wielding battle axes engraved with runes, the blade's strike echoing with a roaring tremor.