Chapter 523: Chapter 519: Dragon-Slaying Expedition Team Chapter 523: Chapter 519: Dragon-Slaying Expedition Team “Have you heard? A powerful, legendary Evil Dragon has appeared in the south, the Frost Queen. She wields terrifying power that no one can match and commands a mighty Monster Legion. It took her less than a month to conquer four Duchies.”

“Shh, who doesn’t know about this? It’s a White Dragon with terrifying evil power. The Greylant Principality, defended by three Legends, faced the Frost Queen and was completely defeated. None escaped; all were slain on the spot.”

“The Frost Queen truly is powerful! I wonder who will finally be able to slay her!” An adventurer covered in blood sincerely exclaimed in the bustling tavern. The Legends, beings he could only look up to, were easily slain by a single dragon, creating a very relaxed atmosphere, making one feel sheer terror.

“No matter how powerful, the Frost Queen is just one single White Dragon. It’s said that in the three months since she’s invaded our human territories, she’s slaughtered over five million humans. All who dare to defy or oppose her are frozen into ice statues. Such brutal methods definitely won’t end well!”

“Bah, stop talking nonsense. Even if White Dragons are weak, they are still weak compared to other Giant Dragons, wrecking havoc on us humans at the same level like a walkthrough, see? In less than a month, four Duchies were taken down. Do you guys know what the other races are saying about us humans?”

“Who’s laughing? Let their racial Legends fight with the Frost Queen! Hmph, the outcome would still be the same – frozen into ice statues. Can the Frost Queen be in the same class as regular Legendary White Dragons? Are they really comparable?”

“Indeed they’re not the same. According to a description from a colleague in the Vinia Principality, there are significant differences between the Frost Queen and a normal White Dragon. It’s said that even an Ancient White Dragon isn’t half the size of her. When she opens her wings, she can eclipse half the sky.”

“Hmm, with that kind of physique, maybe her Bloodline has regressed, and the level of regression is quite high at that. Or perhaps the Frost Queen is a Legendary Ancestral White Dragon. Her sudden appearance might be to carry out the task of the Evil Dragon Empress – slaughter humans, cause Destruction of kingdoms. Is this not what she enjoys?”

“That could be possible. If that’s the case, the Frost Queen definitely has more significant moves to make. Merely eradicating four kingdoms won’t satisfy the Dragon God. More kingdoms are likely to be invaded in the future. Would our Karanxi Principality be next?”

“You’re thinking too much. The closest to us that the Queen has laid her hands on so far, the Greylant Principality, is still separated from our kingdom by three other principalities. How is it possible for her to reach us here?”

“If she indeed reaches us, it would mean that our Northern Nineteen…no, Fifteen Nations are thoroughly doomed. However, such a thing is impossible. The Frost Queen definitely won’t survive that long.”

“Yes, the Dukes of our North and East regions have already teamed up and are rallying the strong to deal with the Frost Queen. Think about it, combining the states of the North and East Regions, we’re close to numbering half a hundred. Adding up the Legends, we have a three-figure count. Why would we fear a single Legendary White Dragon? Even if she is an Ancestral Dragon, we could bury her beneath our numbers.”

“Is anything ever that easy? After the Frost Queen seized the Northern Four Nations, those rulers have been talking about setting up a Dragon-Slaying Expedition Brigade. But what’s the result? Two months of delay, and the so-called Dragon-Slaying Expedition is still being established, even till now.”

“Humph, those Eastern fellas have always looked down on us Northerners. Now that we’ve been beaten up by a White Dragon, they take even more pleasure in our misfortune. The so-called alliance is just an act. The Easterners won’t spare a Copper coin to help us; the North must rely on itself.”

“Damn, it’s frustrating.” In the tavern, a heavily armed Warrior with a bear-like build angrily slapped the wooden table. Under his palm, countless cracks spread outwards, “If I were a Soul Intent Level powerhouse, I would be qualified to respond to the Duke’s call-to-arms, joining the Dragon-Slaying Expedition.”

“Are you out of your mind, frozen solid or something? With Soul Intent Level strength, why join the Dragon-slaying brigade and seek death? Even the Legends might not survive the fight against the Frost Queen, Soul Intent Level would definitely be a one-way ticket to death; cannon fodder.”

“Exactly, with Soul Intent Level strength, you would have money, women, and status. Why join some Dragon-Slaying Expedition? Haven’t you seen the Great Nobles of our North staying quiet? Which Duke said they were going to join the Dragon-Slaying Expedition? They’re all careful with their lives! At that status, who would feel like they’ve eaten too much and run to fight a Legendary Giant Dragon.”

“I would.” As soon as the words fell, a determined, young voice resounded, bringing immediate silence to the bustling Tavern.

Everyone turned to look at the source, and they saw a slender, handsome red-haired youth. At his side were two other women and a man, all with extraordinary appearances that marked them out as entities not to be trifled with.

“What a young lad, such a strong life aura. I suppose you haven’t reached a hundred years yet! To have reached the Soul Intent Level at such a young age, truly a genius.” An old Mage, so withered his face looked barely different from a skeleton, examined Leon who had just made the statement. His voice contained an almost undetectable envy. He yearned for that young and robust body.

“Your Excellency, you really intend to join the expedition?” A burly man cautiously surveyed Leon, then asked with a tone of respect. He found it hard to believe that such a young guy had already reached Soul Intent, which upset him as he had stagnated within Gold Rank for almost two hundred years as a Warrior.

“Where can I…” The red-haired youth merely started to ask, and a finely-crafted wine glass blocked his mouth, preventing him from finishing his sentence.

“Apologies, my younger brother drank too much and is a little drunk. Whatever he said was nonsense. Please forgive him.” The black-haired young man with golden pupils held up the wine glass in which he had silenced his overly responsible Demon-Hunting Knight brother, gave the crowd a smile, and lifted the glass in his hand, “Please continue with your discussion. Don’t mind us.”

The adventurers in the tavern were all of no small power. Getting to this level turned them into old-timers. Only recently trained fledglings would make the mistake of judging by appearances. That was no longer likely to happen among them. Muria’s youthful appearance didn’t cause much surprise. Powerhouses who liked to appear young were as common as water, especially those female ones. Some thousand-year-old creatures shamelessly pretended to be underage Lolitas.

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