Chapter： 154 True Dragon Doesn't Care About Humans
"Sir Silver Dragon, if you obtain any information about the Black Sun Sculpture in the future, please notify the Bright Holy See to prevent the impending boundless darkness from eroding the light," the priest bowed and said earnestly to Brian.
"At that time, the Bright Holy See will not forget your contribution."
Brian touched his dragon horn, looked down at the polite priest, and then said in an emotionless tone, "I will consider it."
"Thank you for your understanding."
The priest looked grateful.
Immediately, the priest raised his head and looked up respectfully at the silver-glowing dragon body, saying, "This area is not your territory. May I ask if there is something important that brings you here, Sir Silver Dragon?"
An adult silver dragon appearing in the Dragon Spine Mountains would not be without reason.
Brian turned his head to the south, squinting his eyes, and said, "I am heading to the human kingdom in the south, just passing through here for a rest."
He hadn't slept long; the sun had just risen from the horizon to the middle of the sky when he sensed these people approaching, waking him from his sleep.
"I see."
The priest nodded in realization.
Then, he sighed softly and said to Brian, "I heard that silver dragons love human society. I suppose you want to enjoy a journey in the human kingdom."
"However, your timing might not be so good."
Brian's eyes moved slightly, "Bad timing?"
The priest nodded, his voice filled with pity, "The lands of the human nations are already soaked in blood and death, with continuous war. The sight of peace and tranquility is nowhere to be seen."
"War rages, smoke fills the air, and the Evil God lurks in the dark corners, watching the light. The timing is simply terrible."
The priest and the surrounding Paladins all showed a few traces of helplessness on their resolute faces.
They were followers of the God of Light, and the first requirement for followers of the God of Light was to be kind and just.
As kind people, they felt compassion for the current state of human society.
But on the Noah Continent, the Bright Holy See never intervened in human wars. Now, with the threat of the Evil God, they couldn't do much for the people caught in the flames of war.
"If you go to the human kingdom with a heart of kindness and compassion, you might return disappointed."
Brian's expression remained unchanged, "Why would a True Dragon care about human conflicts?"
The priest was slightly taken aback, feeling something was off.
He had thought Brian would also feel sorry for the humans suffering in the turmoil and perhaps offer some help, but now it seemed that wasn't the case.
The rumors about the kindness of silver dragons might just be some wild imaginations... The priest mocked himself inwardly, reflecting on how naive he had been to believe that silver dragons would sympathize with humans and be inherently kind, just because of what he had read in books or heard among people.
Dragons are not common, and most humans' understanding of them comes from a few scattered records, the truth of which they are not really sure about.
"Sir Silver Dragon, I apologize once again for disturbing your rest."
"If you have no other matters, we will take our leave. There are still many dark shadows waiting for us to explore."
The priest's voice and posture remained respectful towards the powerful creature, without a hint of disrespect.
Brian did not reply.
He stretched his Dragon Wings, blocking a large portion of the sunlight, casting a shadow.
Then, with a gentle flap of his Dragon Wings, a strong wind arose.
The silver dragon soared into the sky, his body interwoven with golden sunlight and a faint silver glow, disappearing from everyone's sight in an instant.
The invisible pressure in the air dissipated at the same time, and everyone felt as if a heavy stone had been lifted from their chest, letting out a long breath of relief.
"If that had been an evil dragon, then we..."
A burly middle-aged Paladin looked in the direction Brian had left, his brows furrowed.
"If it were an Evil Dragon, the faithful followers of the God of Light would naturally not fear a battle, cleansing evil with divine might."
The young Paladin's voice was solemn.
The priest glanced at the young Paladin, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes squeezing together, and then he shook his head almost imperceptibly.
The priest had devout faith in the God of Light, but his experience told him that while faith could grant boundless courage and strength, it often could not help one overcome a more powerful existence.
"Singerson, the teachings of the faith guide us to courage and compassion, not arrogance and ignorance."
"Recite the teachings three thousand times in your heart as a warning."
The young Paladin trembled, and after coming to his senses, he said, "Thank you for your reminder."
The group set off again, with firm steps, crossing mountains and rivers, sweeping through the dark corners with evil aura in the Dragon Spine Mountains.
...
Thousands of meters high in the sky, Brian looked up at the dazzling orange-yellow fireball, blinking his eyes.
Staring directly at the sun with the eyes of a True Dragon did not cause any discomfort.
The sun, radiating endless light and heat, piqued Brian's interest.
"This sun looks like a big fireball..."
Brian felt the temperature emanating from the sun, his expression shifting slightly.
A few seconds later, he shook his head, retracting his gaze from the sun, and focused his mind. He flew swiftly, following the connection with the Red Flame Staff, while looking down at the world below.
Crossing the Dragon Spine Mountains and continuing south, Brian saw the shadows of some human villages and towns.
But without exception, these villages and towns appeared desolate and lifeless.
With his long-distance vision, he could see the scenes clearly.
Charred houses, broken walls, a devastated ground...
Occasionally, in some relatively intact human villages, the residents were very few, mostly the elderly, women, and children... The remaining men were more or less disabled.
The faces of these people were filled with worry and unease, with almost no one smiling, or if they did, it was a forced smile.
"This war has been going on for almost a year."
Brian recalled some information he had asked from Amos.
