Second World

Chapter 1718 1718. Azzarilth

"Is that…?" Jack was speechless. Master truly acquired another country guardian so fast.

Peniel uttered with shock, "No, it can't be… That is Azzarilth. How can she be out from her seal?"

"Azzarilth?" Jack asked.

"Your fairy friend is truly knowledgable," Master said. "You must owe a lot to her for gaining your current position despite starting as an insignificant player."

Master suddenly cast a quick spell.

Jack's hand moved and nudged Peniel away from her position.

"Hey!" She complained, but then she saw the air where she was a second ago combusted in flame.

Master had cast Immolation. The same spell that killed Peniel during their first encounter. Master knew the fairy was a familiar. She wouldn't die for real but at least he could piss Jack off by removing the fairy momentarily.

"Is that your first strike…?" Jack asked.

Master smirked. "Your side did the first strike three days ago. But no, that is just my temporary farewell."

Master floated back slowly toward the castle. Jack didn't interrupt Master. He didn't think he could even if he tried. It was not yet the time for their personal battle. They need to destroy a part of the wall first. Otherwise, if the enemies just hunkered behind the wall, they would suffer many casualties even if they could win. Jack wanted as few casualties as possible if he could help it.

He flew back to his army and gave them the order to resume the bombardment. As the siege weapons' shells flew toward the wall, Azzarilth who now perched above the wall gate spread her wings. A black magic wall appeared before the main gate. This magic wall stopped most of the siege weapons' attacks.

However, the true dragon was just alone. Her spell had limited coverage. The walls at both sides of the main gate were still hit. Before, they focused most of their firing at the main gate. Now, they adjusted the aims so that they spread out equally to the nearby walls. Azzarilth might have slowed the process of them destroying the wall, but she didn't halt it. Additionally, the Northern side where John's fleet was hitting was still defended by normal soldiers.

They heard a different roar then. They saw on the Northern wall another huge dragon with sparkling scales like diamonds appear. The dragon cast a spell and an ice wall blocked the ships' artilleries. In response, John did the same as Jack. He spread out the ships to widen the target so the ice dragon couldn't block every assault.

"That is Zorvis," Peniel explained. "She is a true dragon with the ice element."

"How did Master manage to secure the aid of two true dragons?" Jack asked in bewilderment.

"I doubt Zorvis and Azzarilth are working together," Peniel said. "Azzarilth was a true dragon sealed by Broidrireg like the eldritch beholder. Zorvis was the warden. If Azzarilth was freed, that means Zorvis was defeated. The Zorvis over there is most likely a zombie revived by Master using Necronomicon."

"Shit…," Jack cursed. "You said Broidrireg sealed a true dragon?"

Peniel told Jack about the ancient war then, about how Azzarilth betrayed the true dragons and sided with the eldritch beholder.

"From your story, this Azzarilth is strong?" Jack asked.

"Very," Peniel answered. "She is a level 98 eternal dragon."

"The same level as Eoranth…," Jack muttered.

"Their levels might be the same but she was much more experienced," Peniel said. "She killed Eoranth's father who was on the same level as her at the time. Eoranth shared much of his father's abilities so you can say Azzarilth is stronger than Eoranth in a way."

"… That will be troublesome," Jack said.

Four Winds was nearby. He heard their conversation. He said, "We are in their territory. That Azzarilth had no duration. If we summon our country guardians, we have to make sure either they can defeat those two dragons within one day or we destroy the enemy's throne in the same time frame."

"That will be difficult if Azzarilth is as strong as what Peniel described… Not to mention, Master can summon the Divine Earth Titan," Jack said.

"Horatio was close already, he should be arriving here by today," Four Winds said.

"Good. Then, we will have three country guardians working together. That should balance the scale while we work our way to the palace. What we need to do is create a hole in those walls first."

"Agreed," Four Winds said. He then barked orders to the troops, "Form a thicker formation around the siege weapons. We have to be ready at a moment's notice in case that dragon decides to come out to attack the siege weapons."

*

Master landed back on the Dritzuut's wall.

"That should buy us a few more days," Linda said.

"Have we settled the negotiation with that minor race?" Master asked.

"We have. They are on their way through the river. They will act once we give the signal," Linda answered. She then turned to Azzarilth whose looming figure towered above them. "How long until your brood arrives?" Azzarilth didn't reply. She acted like she didn't hear anything.

"Azzarilth…," Master said.

"They just started departing when I left," Azzarilth said. "I would say two or three days, or maybe four days? Hehehe."

"This is not a game, ma'am. We need precise information for better planning," Linda said. She tried to sound as respectful as possible.

"On the contrary, this is very much a game for me," Azzarilth uttered with a laugh.

"You should behave yourself, dragon!" A nearby World Maker's member exclaimed. "You work for us and you should respect our leaders. Answer the question properly!"

His exclamation took both Master and Linda aback. They didn't know who this member was but it seemed like he was a new guild member who was eager to show his passion as a team player. That passion was short-lived, though, because Azzarilth's jaws came without warning.

That World Maker member was dismembered in a single bite. His severed limbs were scattered on the ground as Azzarilth swallowed the majority of his body.

"Taste awful," Azzarilth uttered. "Too bad. I planned to demand you to send that guy to my nest every time he returns to life, so I can continue to consume him endlessly, but I lost that appetite after a single taste."