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When Werther thought of his brothers who had died miserably, he immediately flew into a rage. He did not stop at the dragon, but instead ordered Beckham to fly above Jackson's camp and land with a loud crash without any warning. Countless people cried out in alarm. They had never seen a real dragon before, and had only heard of the existence of dragons from legends and the mouths of wandering poets. However, there was no doubt that dragons were described as greedy, bloodthirsty monsters, monsters that possessed unrivaled strength.

Beckham's arrival immediately caused panic in the military camp. Many soldiers fled into the distance in fear of being killed by the colossal dragon. In almost the blink of an eye, more than a dozen beams of light rose into the air. These were the mages in charge of participating in large-scale battles or restraining local mages. Very soon, several spiritual fluctuations were transmitted over. They were all warnings to the colossal dragon that it had entered the human territory, and that it had to immediately distance itself from the human's territory. Otherwise, it would be attacked.

Werther nodded to himself. As expected of one of the four most elite legions in the Empire. Regardless of whether it was the quality of their troops or their reaction speed, they were all first-rate soldiers. It was a pity that they were all Jackson's subordinates! He whispered into Beckham's ear, "Don't bother with me, show them what you can do!" Just squash the camp! " Beckham let out a roar. He was already brimming with anger from being subdued by the God, but he finally got the chance to vent it out. With a resonant dragon roar, several streams of light instantly flew out, directly hitting a few mages and knocking them down. Soon after, a protective shield of light appeared on the colossal dragon's body. Ignoring the countless magic attacks, in an environment where magic elements interweaved, it violently landed on the Commander's tent!

Boom!" Without any suspense, the huge camp was squashed flat! As for Jackson and the other high-ranking military officers, they had already escaped to seek refuge. At this moment, they were furiously commanding their mages and troops to attack the colossal dragon. Even though their attacks were nothing compared to the rough skin of the dragon, a bunch of ants dared to challenge the dragon race's dignity, which thoroughly infuriated Beckham. There was no need for Werther's orders, it opened its mouth wide, spitting out dragon breath free of money. Its dragon breath carried a very strong light element, making it almost impossible for it to be restrained.

Compared to the long-ranged attacks of the mages, many warriors who weren't afraid of death activated their combat power and seized the body of the giant dragon. After all, in the middle of the army's main camp, under the siege of countless soldiers, they were very confident in capturing and killing one giant dragon. In a moment, the earthen yellow, cyan, blue, and red colored battle spirit flashed as it attacked the colossal dragon. Werther let out a long howl, held the Coiling Dragon rod in his hand, circulated his true energy, shouted loudly, and swung it! It was unstoppable! Dozens of Golden Warriors and over a hundred Silver Fighters. With a single sweep of his gaze, they were like fallen leaves in the autumn wind as they were all easily blown away! The power of a rod strike was so great that it could be considered terrifying!

Werther was also stunned. This was the first time he had used his true qi ever since he had reached the real fleshly body realm. He didn't expect it to have such great power. However, his body was already exposed, and when Jackson saw him, he exclaimed in surprise. His voice was filled with anger, astonishment and fear, and he raised his hand, "Stop! Stop the attack! " Werther jumped down from the dragon's back, letting everyone see clearly that when everyone saw that it was actually the captain of the eighth banner, they immediately stopped their attacks. Some people even discussed in low voices, "Isn't this Captain Werther, didn't I hear that he led a small team to investigate the enemy's situation, and already sacrificed himself?" "Who knows? I heard that he was the champion of the Demon Martial Competition. With his strength being so high, he shouldn't die that easily, right?"

Werther paid no heed to these discussions, walking straight in front of Jackson and coldly saying, "Marshal Jackson, long time no see. Are you in good health?" Jackson had a complicated look on his face as he replied coldly, "Yes, Captain Werther. You and your unit have been missing for so long, and today you've destroyed our commander's camp as soon as you returned. How do you explain that?" Werther shrugged. "There's nothing to explain." My team and I were attacked by three Saint-rank Necromancers. I heard that it was the Three of the Seven Sages of the Undead Island. In order to protect me, we were all annihilated, and I was the only one who managed to escape. "

The moment he said that, a huge uproar was immediately stirred up. The soldiers' faces all revealed an expression of fear, being killed wasn't scary at all. What was scary was if their souls fell into the hands of those evil Necromancers, they wouldn't even be able to calm down after death, they would be tortured for eternity. As a result, Necromancers had always been a taboo in the continent, and a nightmare in many people's hearts. Although Jackson had already expected this outcome, hearing Werther personally say it, he was still somewhat surprised. Under the siege of three peak Saint level Necromancers, he was actually able to appear alive. This was truly an anomaly. He thought about how Baruch had been away for a few days and had been viciously attacked as well. However, he did not dare to mention it, or else he would be held responsible.

Jackson thought for a moment, "Alright, since it's like this, then you should go back and rest first. We'll report back tomorrow. I need a detailed report." He wanted to settle this matter peacefully, but that didn't mean Werther would give up this good opportunity. He sneered, "Marshal, when I was surrounded, your subordinate, Baruch, was also present at the scene. Not only did he not help me, he even helped the Necromancers to kill me. These words caused another wave of commotion. The marshal's expert had actually gotten involved with a Necromancer. This was explosive news, and the way many people looked at Jackson changed drastically.

Jackson knew that he had to not show any sign of weakness, otherwise he would be found guilty of the crime. He shouted angrily, "How dare you! Werther! Why would my subordinates collude with Necromancers? Don't slander me when you speak, and even if there is, please show me the evidence. This marshal will definitely enforce the law impartially and give you a fair answer! " Werther said with a faint smile, "Evidence? I don't have any." But since Barur is already dead, even if I have to avenge him, I will find the mastermind behind his actions and avenge my brothers! " His eyes were wide, staring coldly at Jackson. Jackson felt his hair stand on end from the stare, but he had no choice but to retaliate, and angrily retorted, "How dare you! How dare you kill a general of the Northern Frontier Legion! You actually slander him for colluding with the Necromancers, and want him to be shamed after he dies! "

Werther leisurely said, "Marshal, you are wrong. I didn't kill Baruch; I forgot to say, under the siege of three peak Saint level experts, it would be good enough for me to be able to take back my life. The one who killed him was my friend from the dragon race, Silver Dragon Beckham. He was the one who helped me defeat the three Undead experts and saved my life. " The fact that they were saved by Martin and that he reached an agreement with the Snow Goddess must not be leaked out. If the Church or any other sects were to find out, who knows what the Gods of Heaven Realm would do. Anyway, there was a giant dragon beside him. He was someone who was ready to take the blame for nothing.

Jackson's eyes immediately turned to Beckham. He mentally defined the dragon as meddling in other people's business. Go and kill Werther. It was not like a giant dragon saving a beauty! Beckham was very smart and immediately helped his master with his lies. His pair of large dragon eyes also stared at him and roared, "Little human thing, what's wrong? Are you not satisfied with the great Lord Beckham?" He had the appearance of a complete scoundrel.

Jackson's mind was in a mess. From the moment he knew that Werther had returned alive, he knew that his troubles had come due to the fact that everyone had a common enemy, the barbarians. But now that he had made the first move, he didn't have the opportunity to do so. With this layer of paper being punctured, with Werther's personality, revenge like a violent storm would arrive almost immediately. He had to be prepared for it. No matter what, Baruch was already dead. As for whether he had colluded with the Necromancers, there was no way to find out. "But today, you and your friends charged into my Marshal Battalion, you must give me an explanation for this matter!" As expected of the marshal, he was a typical scheming expert who would never let go of any means to strike at his enemies.

Werther sneered, "The thing is done by a giant dragon, I'm only riding on his body, it has nothing to do with me. Just like how even though Baruch appeared at the scene of the battle between the Necromancer and me, he can't be determined to be a spy for the Undead. Dear Lord Marshal? As for any punishments, you can just go straight to Beckham and trust that he'll be happy to call his comrades over to listen to your admonishments! " Threats! This was a naked threat! Jackson stared at the man and the dragon for a while. He had no confidence in being able to subdue these two fellows. Thinking about it, he could only give up. At this moment, our Bishop Conte arrived late. When he saw Werther, his eyes flashed with regret and astonishment, and he immediately laughed out loud, "Sir Werther, congratulations on coming back safely. I heard that you were surrounded by those damned Necromancers, so I prayed to the gods to keep you safe and sound. It seems that the gods have heard my prayers, that's great!"

This kind of deceiving was not bad, but in front of a general who had just experienced a battle of life and death and had lost his one hundred closest brothers, this was a little too disgusting. Werther didn't try to conceal his disgust towards him, coldly smiling. "Yes, Lord Conte, I really have to thank you. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have had the opportunity to compete with the legendary Undead experts. It seems that your prayers to the gods were really useful, but you have to be careful, those Undead guys might be lurking in some corner, specifically waiting for worshippers like you who are loyal to the Gods." It's just that I don't know. After you die, will you go to the heaven of the God Realm of Light or return to the Underworld to be with the Undead? " Ignoring Conte's pale face, he jumped onto the dragon's back. "Beckham, let's go!" With a loud roar, the Silver Dragon spread its wings and soared into the sky. Only Jackson and Conte were left standing there with ashen faces.