119. Chapter 119 – Driven to Death

Chapter 119 – Driven to Death
How could David not understand the simple mind of this barbarian dependent.

It’s just a matter of cherishing the casualties of himself and the Manado clan.

The High Elf Prisoners of War under David’s command is now a look-alike.

The two young dragons, Lizlette and Mephile, who had not yet grown up, were fine for bullying ordinary barbarians, but could not be utilized when they met a tough opponent.

Even though the main force of the Loxinde tribe and the ogre’s mixed regiment has had an outstanding record recently, as long as it is a war, even if you fight beautifully, people will still die.

Especially in a small scale ‘armed fight’ like this one.

The two tribes added up to less than a hundred people, today a battle dead or wounded a dozen, tomorrow an encounter casualties of ten or so, basically a few consecutive fights down, you need to recuperate before you can do so.

This is still with the ordinary savage tribe fight, like last time, directly into the full professional sons of battle, if not the green dragon Nymphadora timely intervention, who wins and who loses is still hard to say.

Really win, that most likely is also a miserable victory.

But for David, this offense, no matter what, can not rest down.

This was especially true when considering following the High Elves’ example and reopening the market to the neighboring barbarian tribes.

The peace talks and negotiations were never fought out, not directly talked out.

Especially with such a barbaric and backward social form like the Old Continent.

You didn’t even beat the other side into submission, why would those barbarians give a damn about you.

You dragon is strong ah, I raise the clan to relocate, hide far away not okay?

This time will need a little balance of wisdom.

David this point is really not very good, but he has self-awareness ah!
He was ready to turn back if he hit the head, let Nymphadora stop him for a while.

It was just that Davy’s seemingly almost ‘brutal’ death order was causing Loxinde, who was an honest man, to agonize a bit.

The ideal situation was of course for his tribe to raise their clan to convert to their own dragon lord.

But ideals are ideals, and reality is reality.

Reality is a person’s long-standing beliefs from childhood to adulthood, which can’t be changed so easily just because of a few words.

In the beginning, when Rohinder himself was about to die, he almost failed to convert.

Even if he changed his beliefs and entered the Dragon Lord’s ‘Hall of Spirits’, with his understanding of the Dragon Lord or the dragons.

When the value of a person was less than the price paid, then a dragon would never spend 18 pounds of gold to resurrect an insignificant barbarian.

The other reality was that David, at this stage, had no intention of collecting faith on a large scale.

He was still a young dragon, not to mention a Legend, and even the threshold of Master level still had a long way to go.

With the seven sins power in his hand, he is strong, but the short board is also too much, once the bottom of the situation in the case of being targeted, it is very easy to turn over the car.

Starting to recklessly harvest souls at this stage would easily attract the attention of the gods.

Unless David Ken is willing to become the subordinate god of Tiamat directly after the five-colored dragon.

Then it was estimated that Tiamat’s teeth would be laughed right off.

Without knowing the exact cost and benefits, Davy really didn’t quite want to pack himself as a smooth courier and give Tiamat a big gift.

At least on Dragon Mother Pavla’s side, there was never any intention of letting him believe in the five-colored dragon queen Tiamat. Cooperation was cooperation, and faith was faith.

On the other hand, the barbarian Loxinde didn’t dare to disobey his own dragon master’s decision.

“. Obey your will, my lord.”

The only thing to do was to hide his heart’s intolerance and report another anomaly:
“It’s just that, My Lord, I would like to report to you a little anomaly that we perceived during the battle.”

“Speak.” Looking at the sand table in front of the Dragon’s Nest, which had already been updated in Nymphadora, Davy, who was considering which barbarian tribes to grab first, said without much concern.

“I’ve noticed that that group of barbarians, especially the ‘Sons of Battle’ ones, seem to be a bit . Overly humongous, it’s not too much of a stretch to say that they’re humongous, I’ve dealt with them before, at least once, and it’s unusual that they, at least, wouldn’t go and die needlessly in vain.”

“Hmm? Not afraid to die?” Davy finally lifted his head, caught a bit of attention by the brute’s remark.

Just thinking to himself, “Why didn’t I see that they weren’t afraid to die?
David had just bumped into and burned to death a bunch of Sons of Battle when he was traveling back from the New World.

But these guys don’t say anything about fear of death, see yourself just like a fucking mouse to see a cat, directly scattered and fled.

“Yes, on the battlefield, in the battle, humongous.” The barbarian saw that his own Dragon Lord didn’t seem to realize that point, so he had to emphasize it implicitly.

[Battle it out! In battle, display the most fearless courage and the noblest qualities in order to be chosen by Odin’s Valkyries and promoted to the Hall of Spirits. There, you will feast together with other valiant warriors…]

David somehow suddenly remembered the background narrator’s voice from his last life when he was playing a game called something called Hall of Valor.

The pupils of his eyes slowly narrowed into vertical slits.

In this world, the War God Department seemed to be playing a similar set of things.

They made the warriors believe in a set of things, and as long as they demonstrated their courage and honor as warriors in battle, and fought a wonderful battle, when they were killed in battle, they would have the chance to be directly selected to be promoted to the divine kingdom of the God of War, Tempus-

“Warrior’s Sleep

From David’s understanding of the Dragon’s Legacy, this may indeed be a chance for believers to die without having to enter the River Styx and fall into the lower realms.

But it was only a chance.

When did the chance to be directly promoted to the Kingdom of God become so ‘cheap’?

So much so that these followers of the Father of Battles, Ushija, were starting to be able to directly take the initiative to seek out and create battlefields, and then queue up to die to be promoted to the Divine Kingdom?

“Hiss,” David began, desperately trying to recall a memory of his own that had long since been blurred and buried into the depths of his mind.

Several abstract images, already distorted and warped by the downgrading, flashed through his mind.

That was a scene he had spied in the Pantheon, the outer layer of that outer realm, when he had inadvertently connected to the Seven Deadly Sins in the New Continent in order to retrieve the barbarian, and briefly [ascended to the gods] with the help of his powers.

He finally remembered, and finally realized who the divinity he had unintentionally devoured and plundered through [Overeating] came from.

It was none other than the God of Battle, who was in charge of the realms of [Battle], [Warrior] and [War], and who was known as the Hammer of Hatred and the King of War –

Tempus!
”Dugout, it can’t be a basket case that I stabbed out.”

As soon as David thought of his ‘movie theater version of the Hall of Spirits’ that was automatically breaking ground.
The more he thought about it, the more likely it was!
In the Dragon’s Inheritance, a certain ancestor who had stepped onto the path of the Dragon of Seal.

There was a speculation about divinity that had been written.

(End of chapter)