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 The scout was caught by the Bipedal Wyvern, and his whole body was covered in scars. Blood continuously gushed from his severed arm, giving him a rather tragic appearance as blood splattered in the air.
 “Damn it, bro, don’t die on me. I still need you to claim my reward!”
 “Noodle, full speed ahead!”
 Mantou was suddenly flustered, no longer maintaining his previously calm demeanor.
 However, the dying scout grinned and said in a grim tone, “Evil Dragon Minions, I absolutely… won’t let your conspiracy succeed!”
 “For the Boske Duchy!”
 ...
 “For Duke Leo!”
 “For the glory of the North!”
 The scout screamed with a hoarse voice.
 Even Mantou was startled by the seemingly insane scout and quickly tried to dissuade him:
 “Damn it, bro, don’t be impulsive. Life is so beautiful. It’s not worth it to sacrifice your life for a backward feudal regime. Do you know this is just their brainwashing—”
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 </div> He was afraid this hard-earned credit would turn into a dead loss.
 “Heh.”
 However, the scout didn’t give Mantou a chance for further arguments. He decisively bit into the Poison Sac he had prepared long ago and swallowed the deadly thick venom.
 Black-red blood spurted from his mouth, his body quickly turned pale, and his head drooped lifelessly.
 He died just like that.
 “Huh?”
 Noodle called out in confusion and shook the still warm corpse with its claw. Its simple mind couldn’t understand why someone would actively seek death.
 As for Mantou, he was on the verge of tears.
 “My Gold Coins and contribution—”
 “Sigh, forget it. Let’s take it to Nocturne over there. At least it counts as eliminating an enemy.”
 Mantou sighed again, lightly patting the neck of the Bipedal Wyvern.
 He arrived at Nocturne’s headquarters in Rackman Castle and submitted the scout’s remains. Now he could only receive a meager reward for killing the enemy.
 Although there were still three Gold Coins as a reward, the gap compared to the generous reward for capturing a spy alive was huge, leaving Mantou with a great sense of loss. He received the reward almost with a sorrowful expression.
 “Failure is a constant throughout life.”
 “My Gold Coins and contributions vanished with the dissipating life, never to return.”
 Mantou, sitting on the wyvern’s back, said pretentiously.
 Right then, his system panel alerted him to a message from Singo.
 Singo: Red Scale Guard Station, come quickly.
 I’m Going to Eat Mantou: Ok
 The current Guardhouse was a full twenty meters tall, making it a landmark within the city in this era. Several statues of knights riding wyverns stood at the entrance, with a massive bust of Cassius at the center. The gate displayed the emblem unique to the Ashen Kingdom: a golden vertical pupil surrounded by flames.
 Hundreds of wyverns were perched on the building’s roof, and numerous workers were busily moving about.
 Through years of meticulous cultivation by Alger, the Kingdom now had thirty-seven native Red Scale Conquerors, and with the addition of new players, there were nearly a hundred Wyvern Knights here, making it almost surpass the original Northwind Eagle Guards in scale and far surpass them in combat capability.
 “This place is quite luxurious now.”
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 </div> “But the smell of wyvern dung is too strong.”
 Mantou parked Noodle at the entrance and walked into the hall alone.
 He found Singo lounging comfortably on a leather sofa in a private office.
 This guy had been living well recently, becoming the leader of the third regiment of the Red Scale Conquerors, managing over thirty Wyvern Knights, and receiving a large amount of Gold Coins and contributions every day.
 Mantou was envious. He often regretted not staying longer at the Guardhouse for further training.
 Singo picked up a wine glass filled with grape wine and gently swirled it.
 “Long time no see, Mantou.”
 “Cut the crap, I’m very busy right now. Don’t just sit there showing off your luxurious treatment, just get to the point,”
 Mantou said impatiently.
 Soon, Natural War Maniac and Summer Night Autumn Rain also arrived.
 The once-famed “Black Slave Team” from the beta test finally reunited for the first time during the public test.
 Natural War Maniac rubbed his bald head and instinctively looked around, “This place is really nice.”
 Summer Night Autumn Rain had a face full of black smudges, looking like she had just been pulled out of a coal mine.
 Recently, she had co-founded the “Five Fireball Cult” guild with some friends, focusing on developing and applying various aspects of the Fireball Technique, attracting a large group of fireball technique enthusiasts. She had completely given up on maintaining her image.
 Seeing everyone had arrived, Singo finally spoke:
 “You’ve probably noticed lately, there have been a lot of spies from the North popping up in Northwind Castle, and the border is frequently seeing scouts from the Boske Duchy.”
 “I just caught one, but he… committed suicide.”
 Mantou’s face instantly showed a bitter smile. Thinking about the Gold Coins that slipped through his fingers made him feel immense regret.
 Natural War Maniac chuckled, “I also caught one recently, but I didn’t control my strength well and accidentally killed him with one punch.”
 “…”
 Summer Night Autumn Rain shook her head wearily, “I’ve been experimenting with continuous Fireball Techniques, so I haven’t paid much attention to that.”
This content is taken from freeweɓnovel.cѳm. But when she mentioned the term “fireball,” her eyes lit up with excitement, as if flames were burning in her pupils, making Mantou instinctively move a few steps back.
 Singo nodded slightly and said,
 “That’s exactly right.”
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 </div> “The big one is coming.”
 Mantou immediately guessed Singo’s intention, “Are you saying—war? Are we going to war with the Boske Duchy?”
 Singo folded his hands, gently resting his chin on them.
 “It’s not just the Boske Duchy.”
 “According to my information, Duke Leo is the nominal leader of the Northern United Kingdom. After the Lionheart Alliance, he holds the honorary title of ‘Northern Monarch,’ and the Boske Duchy is the largest country in the North. If the Kingdom goes to war with the Boske Duchy, it’s almost equivalent to declaring war on the entire North.”
 “Moreover, the situation extends far beyond that. While the Anzeta Great Wilderness is a remote and isolated place, a war of this scale will inevitably attract the involvement of southern forces like the Empire of Fadlan, the Harpist Alliance spread across the continent, the Free Trade Federation of Silvermoon Bay, and others, turning the situation unprecedentedly chaotic.”
 Mantou thought for a long time before spitting out a few words, “That’s really intense, huh?”
 “So, if the Kingdom loses, what do we do? We’re already tied to this ship.”
 Singo shook his head with a smile, “Don’t worry, defeat is impossible.”
 “Although the southern forces are strong, their primary base isn’t in Anzeta, so their support for the North will be extremely limited. Given my assessment… the Kingdom’s overall strength far surpasses that of the Northern countries, whether in terms of politics, economics, or military. We have a crushing advantage, not to mention the King of Ashen.”
 Finally, he gave his conclusion.
 “Unless the official introduces some kind of deus ex machina scenario, there’s no way we can lose. The Kingdom will surely unify the Anzeta Great Wilderness.”</div>
 
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Chapter 306 - 229 Speculations

Chapter 306 -229 Speculations The scout was caught by the Bipedal Wyvern, and his whole body was covered in scars. Blood continuously gushed from his severed arm, giving him a rather tragic appearance as blood splattered in the air. “Damn it, bro, don’t die on me. I still need you to claim my reward!” “Noodle, full speed ahead!” Mantou was suddenly flustered, no longer maintaining his previously calm demeanor. However, the dying scout grinned and said in a grim tone, “Evil Dragon Minions, I...

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Chapter 306 - 229 Speculations

Ashen Dragon - Chapter 306 - 229 Speculations