Chapter 419

Chapter 419: Death Scorpion

As if sensing the will of its new master, the long-sealed Horn King Greatsword trembled faintly, awakening at last.

This blade would boost Midi’s direct combat power significantly, though his movement speed might drop slightly. Skills like "Demon Shadow Flash" remained unaffected.

Swinging speed depended on Midi’s greatsword technique. Once he mastered the weapon’s balance and weight distribution, it’d pose no issue.

More importantly, the ancient Dragon Energy within this sword would accelerate both his training progress and the purification of his Dragon’s Blood.

Training while battling—this trip to the "Dragon Spear" weapon shop had been fortunate indeed.

Midi traced the sword’s weathered surface, sensing its feral aura. A faint smile tugged his lips.

Nearby, Zaknavan and Mason picked their weapons. But unlike Midi, they hesitated when paying.

Slave warriors turned champions arrived with empty pockets. Buying from the shop’s second floor would drain their recent black gold coin earnings.

Before they could bargain, the shrewd Fortlin cut in, grinning. “Seems you’re set on the bonfire gathering. How about I toss in some rumors for free, Wolfspider champions?”

The message was clear: accept the rumors, skip the haggling.

Zaknavan and Mason froze, unskilled in negotiations. The wealthier Midi decided for them: “Enough games, Fortlin. We’ve journeyed far. Share what you know.”

“Straight to business!” The gray dwarf shooed away clerks, then whispered, “To forge the strongest Black Dragon warriors, the Mososbury City Council’s opening the Crystal Dragon Fortress!”

“Crystal Dragon Fortress?” Galantis gasped.

Dragon fortresses—miniature Dark Dragon Cities—held Black Dragon treasures and legacies. Near Mososbury City, major families hoarded these for training warriors and gathering equipment to level up. Normally kept private, they’d never been shared during the Black Dragon Conference.

But now, Fortlin claimed the families agreed to unlock the grandest fortress. Aside from reserved “seed” slots, remaining spots went to “Mososbury City Fighters”—those recruited after excelling at the bonfire gathering.

Zaknavan and Mason lit up like Galantis. Only Midi frowned. Why fuss over a tiny replica when the true Dark Dragon City awaited?

Then it struck him. How many actually reached the Conference’s end? In a century, the Wolfspider tribe’s best barely qualified as a Mososbury City Fighter—and failed. Most never glimpsed the finish line.

They hoped to gain enough rewards along the way, ensuring their efforts and sacrifices wouldn’t be wasted. For small factions like the Wolfspider tribe, practicality mattered most.

Once this rumor spread, this year’s bonfire gathering and the subsequent Fighter Selection in Mososbury City would surely become fiercely competitive. To many, the Crystal Dragon Fortress might become their final goal.

But perhaps this wasn’t bad. The selection’s duration remained unchanged, and fiercer competition meant facing more desperate enemies and bloodier battles. For Midi, who needed "direct combat," this was perfect.

With new weapons and valuable intelligence, his trip to Mososbury City had already paid off.

Yet as they prepared to leave, Galantis staggered, her face paling.

A dark elf in ornate leather armor stood at the entrance of the "Dragon Spear" weapon shop, backed by armed high-level practitioners.

Midi instantly spotted the blood-red bat emblem on the dark elf’s chestplate. In the Shaded Realm, only major families with city council seats bore such emblems.

This was Sethe, fourth son of the Death Scorpion family’s head.

The heir swept his arrogant gaze across the shop. Spotting Galantis, his cold face broke into a commanding smile.

“Galantis, it’s been too long,” Sethe declared, striding forward. “Why didn’t you seek me out in Mososbury City? Don’t be so distant.”

“An acquaintance?” Midi whispered urgently.

“Trouble. Big trouble,” Galantis muttered. “Let me handle this.”

The Black Dragon Priestess stepped forward, tone icy. “A pleasure, Lord Sethe, but I must attend to duties. Farewell.”

“Nonsense! The Dragon God reunites us—we’ll reminisce. Let underlings handle trifles.” Sethe gestured imperiously before she could refuse.

Refusing an invitation was simple, but ten level-60 guards changed matters. Worse, this was Sethe—the Death Scorpion family’s ruthless fourth heir.

Galantis hesitated. Compromise might be wiser. A meal’s inconvenience outweighed provoking the Death Scorpions or endangering the Wolfspider tribe. She’d maintain her priestess vows.

The Tribe Warriors beside her mustn’t be entangled. They were the tribe’s future—especially after the Crystal Dragon Fortress intelligence.

Resigned, she opened her mouth to accept.

Midi’s steel-cold voice cut in first. “The priestess prepares for the bonfire gathering. Leave.”

Galantis nearly rebuked him—yet secretly welcomed the intervention.

Sethe’s brow darkened. “What are you?”

“Never seen a human? The Death Scorpion’s steward here knows my race.” Midi nodded at Fortlin.

Though the "Dragon Spear" shop seemed unconnected to Mososbury’s powers, Midi had deduced ties after the Crystal Dragon intel. Dragging the first family into this clash would muddy waters, shielding the Wolfspider tribe—a noble’s tactic.

Fortlin grimaced. He’d wanted to eject both parties discreetly. Now Midi exposed his Death Scorpion steward title, forcing him to act.

Bowing deeply, the gray dwarf spoke firmly. “Lord Sethe, extend invitations outside. Disrupting this shop would displease my superiors.”

Though a mere gray dwarf, his Death Scorpion title held weight. Even Sethe hesitated at openly defying the first family.