Ashen Dragon-Chapter 329 - 252 Battle of Okaglar (V)

Chapter 329: Chapter 252 Battle of Okaglar (V)

Andrei suddenly leaped forward, swinging his sword down.

“Clang—”

Metal clashed, producing a crisp sound.

Count Trischka held his sword horizontally to block, his arm trembling slightly. He said heavily, “As the beloved son of a Duke, how can you betray him!”

“Even if you want to reform the North, you can’t do it this way!”

Andrei forcefully pushed away his opponent’s sword and swiftly closed in to stab, moving with the agility of a gust of wind.

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“Trischka…”

He once again sliced through the opponent’s sword with a “snap” and raised his own sword high.

“Can’t you see?”

“The North is rotten to the core! It’s beyond saving!”

Andrei shouted loudly.

Sounds of swords clashing resounded continuously, as Andrei’s sword slashed against Trischka’s armor like a storm, leaving the latter covered in alarming wounds.

“Even so, it shouldn’t be done this way!”

Trischka gritted his teeth, barely fending off Andrei’s fierce assault, unable to help but retort.

Andrei remained silent, clenching his left hand.

Soon after, the glow of Holy Oath Magic appeared on his body. With enhancements like [Bull’s Strength], [Cat’s Grace], and [Bear’s Resilience], his power became stronger, his movements more agile, and even his physique more robust.

Once again, he swung his longsword mercilessly downward in a diagonal slash.

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“Clang!”

Trischka still held his sword to block, but this time the force shocked his hands numb. The power behind the swing exceeded Trischka’s expectations, knocking him to the ground, and his longsword flew out of his hand.

The [Knight’s Sword of Glory] stuck in the blood-stained snow, glinting brilliantly under the sunlight.

“No…”

Trischka crawled on all fours, trying to retrieve his weapon.

He knew that a knight without his blade would face a dire fate.

But Andrei would never let him succeed so easily. With just a few steps, he rushed forward, blocking Trischka’s path with his sword.

Subsequently, a swifter, stormy flurry of sword strikes ensued.

If earlier Trischka was struggling to cope, now he was struggling to survive.

Using his instinct and reflexive combat skills, he barely avoided fatal blows time and again, a slight lapse would have spelled certain death.

Andrei raised his Silver Sword and horizontally slashed towards Trischka’s neck.

Trischka quickly ducked, making the blade graze past his scalp.

It was pure muscle memory because everything was happening too fast.

However, midway through the swing, Andrei forcefully changed the sword’s trajectory, turning the horizontal slash into a vertical chop.

At the same time, the hand holding the sword glowed, and magic energy rapidly flowed into the Silver Sword—activating [Magic-infused Weapon].

“Swish!”

The next instant, the glowing Silver Sword shattered Trischka’s shoulder armor, deeply slicing into his shoulder.

Trischka knelt, ignoring the blood gushing from his shoulder, struggling to lift his head and ask in a low voice, “Why, Andrei…”

“Why would you rather bow to an evil dragon than trust your father… than trust the Boske Duchy that gave you life and raised you?”

His tone gradually shifted from somber to angry, even heart-wrenching.

Andrei remained calm, speaking lightly:

“You still haven’t figured it out, Trischka.”

“My father and the Northern Nobility that the Boske Duchy represents are the biggest cancer hanging over the Northern People, the leeches sucking the blood of everyone.”

“For thousands of years, the Nobles have greedily drawn the blood of the people without stopping for a moment. As long as they exist, so-called reforms and progress are impossible. After all… who would oppose or deny their own existence?”

He pressed harder, deepening the wound caused by the sword.

“And you?”

He let out a cold chuckle.

“Ha, the esteemed Count Trischka, the political rising star among the Northern elite.”

“Even you haven’t realized it, have you? You’ve long ceased to be the ambitious young man you once were. You’ve become part of the Northern Nobility, willing to do anything to protect your status—even if it means tearing families apart.”

“This so-called ‘Massive Grain Requisition’ must be your doing, right?”

“I’ve seen it many times in the “Kingdom Daily”. I must say, my father really values you, entrusting such a vital task related to the survival of the Northern Nobility and the exploitation of the people to you.”

“Compared to those thoroughly rotten elites, your only difference is your unrealistic fantasy of progress coexisting with noble rule.”

“But when that illusion is shattered by reality, you’re no different from them.”

Trischka shuddered in intense pain, suddenly spitting out a mouthful of scarlet blood.

“Poof!”

“But… how is the evil dragon better than us? Can Nobles be greedier than dragons?”

“Everything you see now is just his hypocritical pretense. He only wants to seize the North!”

“Once we Northern Nobility are eradicated, that dragon will show his true face. His greed will devour everything here, including the ‘people’ you care about and protect!”

Trischka refuted with blood in his mouth and his face contorted in anger.

Andrei withdrew the glowing Silver Sword.

“Swish—”

With a whistling sound, Trischka’s head was cleanly severed, and his headless, armored body fell forward.

Even as his head rolled on the ground, still looking incredulous, his blood-stained handsome face reflected sheer disbelief.

He never thought Andrei would kill him so easily.

Without any mercy.

Andrei looked down at the head lying on the ground, speaking softly: “Trischka, I don’t know what that dragon really is, but at least he’s a more competent ruler than the Northern Nobility.”

He gripped the Silver Sword tightly again: “If one day in the future, the dragon truly reveals his ‘true face,’ I’ll also risk my life to cut off his head.”

Andrei’s tone was resolute, his eyes filled with determination.

In the distance, the Natural War Maniac rubbed his bald head, full of frustration.

“Damn it! Is there no justice? I spent extra experience to get Quick Resurrection, and an NPC stole my kill.”

“No, I must make up for this, or it will be a huge loss!”

With this thought, the Natural War Maniac turned his head, eyeing the Allied Soldiers and officers with an aggressive gaze, as if seeing a trove of contributions and gold coins.

The Allied Soldiers suddenly felt their hair stand on end, as if being stared at by a fierce beast.

“Roar—”

“Ah! A monster!”

“Damn it, what is this thing!”

“Don’t come near me, ahhhhh!”

The Barbarian’s frenzied roar, the terrified screams of the Allied Soldiers, and the sound of flesh and bone being crushed intertwined, composing a new, bloody chapter.