The Fire Raven soared in the sky, its sharp eyes choosing the best path for Kieran.
Avoiding the Prairie King and meeting the Duke of Zilin earlier.
Kieran knew after the special event [War of the Sons], all the conflicts had shifted from Thunder Fortress and Riverdale to the battle between the son of the Wolf and the son of the Dragon.
If the former won, everything would be irreparable.
Whether it was for the natives of Warren or Kieran, it was a disaster for both of them.
So, Kieran would try his best to make sure the latter won.
However, when he saw the campsite of the Duke of Zilin through the Fire Raven's vision, his heart couldn't help but feel strange.
The campsite in his vision wasn't big at all.
It could only accommodate 30 to 50 men at most, it didn't seem like the so-called "reinforcement".
Of course, since the Prairie King was involved, no matter how many civilians there were, it was useless.
However, being in a disadvantageous position and having a day and a half to prepare for the upcoming battle, Kieran couldn't understand why.
Through the Fire Raven's vision, Kieran was sure there weren't any ambushes around nor any signs of mystical energy.
Though, it wasn't like he didn't get anything out of the way.
In the middle of the campsite, Kieran saw a big rectangular object covered by a white linen cloth.
"Could it be some kind of secret weapon?"
Kieran guessed.
Kieran never dared to underestimate a family that once had a powerhouse that dominated the battlefield, even though the family seemed a little desolate and was getting worse with each generation.
A starving camel was still bigger than a horse!
Kieran always thought it was a wise saying.
When he was around a hundred meters away from the campsite of the Duke of Zilin, Kieran walked out from the shadows. He saw a group of four guards standing in front of the campsite and stated his name.
"Everyone, I bear no ill will!
I am 2567, I wish to see the Duke of Zilin! "
Kieran said loudly.
The name 2567 had become quite famous after Jeanne James' death, single-handedly clearing the dungeon and stopping the Prairie invaders from marching south.
At least the guard in front of him had heard of it.
After bowing to Kieran, the guard quickly left and returned to his room.
"His Lordship is waiting for you at the center of the camp!"
The guard said.
However, Kieran's sharp senses told him that there was something wrong with his tone.
His expression was the same.
Even though she tried her best to hide it, Kieran could still see a trace of sorrow.
A bad feeling rose from the bottom of Kieran's heart.
A conjecture suddenly appeared in his mind.
Hastening his steps, Kieran entered the camp. He didn't need anyone to lead the way, Kieran easily spotted the Duke of Zilin.
He was young and handsome, and his body was straight and tall. He stood in the camp like a javelin.
Silver armor, scarlet red cape and a longsword at his waist added an obvious valiant aura to his handsomeness.
His long blonde hair was the same as Mary's, and it draped over his shoulders. His blue eyes were filled with wisdom and maturity.
Aside from gender, the person before Kieran was 30-40% similar to Mary.
Of course, it was the grown up Mary without her freckles.
"Greetings, Duke of Zilin!"
Kieran placed his right hand on his chest and bowed in a Knight's salute that wasn't too standard.
Then, he was ready to state his purpose of coming.
Things were urgent, Kieran didn't want to beat around the bush.
Beating around the bush wasn't Kieran's style either.
However, before Kieran could speak, the Duke of Zilin opened his mouth with a smile.
"You wish to fight side by side with me?"
He asked.
"Um."
Kieran nodded without a second thought.
Facing the Prairie King alone or with a powerful ally, which option should he choose, Kieran knew.
The Prairie King slightly revealed his strength and it made Kieran understand that the Prairie King might not be as powerful as Great Swamp.
But if a battle were to break out, Kieran's chances of winning would still be 50-50.
Kieran didn't mind increasing his chances of winning.
"Thank you for your arrival. You are able to face danger and yet move forward bravely. You have lived up to your name."
The Duke of Zilin maintained his smile and his eyes showed unconcealed praise.
However, he still rejected Kieran's offer.
"But this is my battle, please forgive me for not allowing you to join in. I have been anticipating this battle for a long time. Among the offspring of the dragon and wolf, there can only be one victor!"
The Duke of Zilin's words suddenly turned serious and sounded firm.
Then, the young duke reached out his hand and grabbed the linen cloth beside him.
He pulled it hard.
Fuaaa!
Amidst the air-breaking noise, Kieran saw what was hidden under the linen cloth. When he saw what it was, Kieran's heart sank.
It was a coffin!
A coffin made out of stone. There weren't any overly complicated decorations, only the Zilin emblem on the coffin lid: The Emblem of the Flying Dragon.
A dragon that spread its wings and roared at the sky. Even though it was carved out of stone, it still had the pride and dignity of a dragon.
Just like the young duke in front of Kieran.
The duke didn't waste a day and a half.
He ordered most of his followers and soldiers to retreat.
Then, he prepared the stone coffin.
As his opponent, the Prairies King waited patiently. When the Duke of Zilin was fully prepared, only then did he depart from the main camp to keep the appointment for the battle.
Both sides were testing each other but more than that, they had a tacit understanding.
The minute details were enough for anyone to explore and exclaim.
In fact, if Kieran had read about such a scene from some books, he would surely exclaim about the determination and bearing of both sides. But when he was in the middle of it …
Are you sick in the head?
You know your opponent is stronger than you and yet you still played along with him?
Are you trying to explain how to write the word 'death'?
Kieran was roaring in his heart.
Kieran really wanted to question the Duke of Zilin before him.
But he knew he wouldn't get anything out of him. The stone coffin beside the duke was the answer.
A person who was willing to risk his life, if he didn't want to tell you anything, you wouldn't get anything out of him.
Huuu!
Kieran took a deep breath to adjust his emotions.
"Is family honor that important?"
He asked.
He was just testing the duke, he didn't expect an answer.
However, out of Kieran's expectation, the Duke of Zilin replied.
"More important than my life!
From the moment I was born, I knew I had a destined opponent. The education I received was to teach me how to defeat this opponent, but unfortunately … "
"The bloodline of the dragon's descendants thinned as they multiplied. Me, my father, and my grandfather couldn't even reach a tenth of our ancestor's bloodline. Quite the opposite, my opponent grew stronger and stronger. He had the fertile prairies, strengthening his body and sharpening his claws!"
"While I have the glory and power of my ancestor as described in the books!"
"I didn't inherit the strength of my ancestor but I inherited the glory of my ancestor!"
"Son of the dragon …"
"Never lower your head!"
Wung!
The last word sounded like a cry from the deepest part of the young duke's soul. A slight pressure appeared on Kieran's body.
In Kieran's ears, he heard a dragon's roar.
A sonorous dragon's roar that pierced through the nine heavens.
In Kieran's eyes, he saw a dragon's shadow.
It was illusory, like a bubble in the water.
It felt like it would disperse with a gust of wind.
Yet it stubbornly gathered above the camp, staring at the figure of its opponent that appeared on the horizon.
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