Chapter： 183 The Baki Plains
At noon, the sun was shining brightly.
Brian flew swiftly through the sky, bathed in the pale golden sunlight. His massive body cut through the clouds, leaving a huge white trail in his wake.
Behind him, a red dragon named Roger, even larger than Brian, followed closely, just a few dozen meters behind, flying high in the sky.
The two colossal True Dragons had a clear destination.
The Baki Plains.
It had been two days since they agreed to assist the Alva Duchy. According to frontline intelligence, the Golden Alliance Army had fully penetrated the Baki Plains, setting up camp and confronting the last defensive forces of the Emo Kingdom.
Both sides were temporarily holding their positions, waiting for the right moment.
Brian felt that going alone would be too conspicuous.
His silver scales made him easily mistaken for a silver dragon.
Silver dragons that accepted employment to participate in human wars were rare. They generally acted according to their moral compass, and although they loved wealth, they wouldn't profit from war. Brian, however, had no such qualms.
To avoid attracting too much attention, Brian called on Roger.
Creatures unaware of the truth often judged a True Dragon's strength by its size. Seeing Roger, who was a few meters longer than Brian, might divert some attention away from Brian.
Just like when he had fought human armies before, bringing in the White Dragon Mother to draw fire.
Although Roger was called in as a decoy, he had no complaints and was instead very excited and proactive.
This was because the envoy from the Alva Duchy had also promised Roger a substantial fortune.
As the leader of the Golden Alliance Army, the Alva Duchy was wealthy. The reward promised to the red dragon was enough to double its small treasure hoard. A red dragon, who loved to profit from war, was naturally very happy about this and expressed sincere gratitude to Brian.
"Roger, in this battle, although we are participating, all we need to do is intimidate the enemy, not actually fight," Brian's voice carried through the howling wind to the red dragon's ears.
Roger grinned and replied in a deep dragon voice, "Haha, don't worry, I have experience in this."
He sped up, getting closer to Brian, and then said excitedly, "In my experience, war profits are the easiest to get and very safe."
"Those foolish humans fight to the death, and as True Dragons, we just need to make a show of it, maybe breathe a little Dragon's Breath."
When it came to slacking off and doing the bare minimum, Roger was an expert.
"..." Brian was momentarily speechless.
He almost forgot that Roger was a repeat offender, with much more experience in participating in human wars than himself, and didn't need any reminders.
Screech!
Several sharp cries of eagles and birds rang out.
A few large Magical Creatures flying high in the sky had noticed Brian and Roger. After a cry, they turned and fled, disappearing into the brilliant clouds in the blink of an eye.
After this small interlude, Roger raised his neck and let out a high-pitched dragon roar, with sparks and scorching heat emanating from the edges of his wings.
Brian could see that this guy was very excited.
It seemed that participating in human wars was not just about making money for him, but something he genuinely enjoyed.
"I've even encountered situations where, while assisting in a battle, the opposing country had also hired a True Dragon."
"Really? Does that happen often?" Brian's eyes flickered.
Roger thought for a moment and quickly replied, "Quite often. These little bugs revere the power of True Dragons and frequently offer wealth to request our help."
On a large-scale battlefield, the most impactful aspect of a True Dragon was its Dragon's Might.
Once Dragon's Might is unleashed, it can cause the enemy's morale to collapse and their spirits to break en masse. The denser the human population, the more effective it is.
"Heh heh, if we encounter another True Dragon on the opposing side, we just fly up high and put on a show for each other."
"This has become an unspoken rule among chromatic dragons."
"Everyone just makes money, no dragon gets hurt."
Brian: ...............
Basically, only chromatic dragons are keen on profiting from war.
But thinking about it, if two countries are evenly matched and one hires a True Dragon, the other would be at a disadvantage if they didn't hire one too, even if both True Dragons are just slacking off.
It's like a different kind of arms race... Brian thought to himself.
"Maybe the Emo Kingdom also has True Dragon forces."
Brian pondered.
Under the sunlight, another half hour passed.
A vast plain spanning thousands of square kilometers came into Brian's view.
Looking down, he saw a continuous expanse of green, with rare mountains and hills, like a green sea with waves rippling as the wind blew through the half-meter-high grass.
The Baki Plains.
The granary of the Emo Kingdom.
The fertile soil here was very suitable for growing basic crops.
The Emo Kingdom's rise to dominance a thousand years ago was closely tied to the geographical environment adjacent to the Baki Plains.
Now, with the Golden Alliance Army advancing rapidly into the Baki Plains, they had essentially reached the heart of the enemy's granary, which is why Matthew was so certain that the war was nearing its end.
Shifting his gaze, Brian scanned the plain below inch by inch until he saw a large military encampment.
Because the camp was set up on the spot, it looked very rudimentary, like small mounds sprouting on the green plain. But there were many of them, densely packed, with numerous armored soldiers bustling about like ants.
They moved quickly, but their high morale was unmistakable.
"The Golden Alliance Army... no wonder it's called that."
The armored soldiers Brian saw came from different duchies, each with different styles of armor bearing their respective duchies' emblems, but all painted with a golden hue.
The golden armor gleamed brilliantly in the sunlight.
Of course, it wasn't real gold.
Even if they scoured the entire Noah Continent, they couldn't come up with that much gold for armor.
Moreover, gold is not suitable for making armor.
Roger, also looking down, licked his lips and said, "If these little bugs' armor were real gold, that would be great."
If it were real gold, he would definitely go down and rob them.
Brian didn't respond to Roger's whimsical comment. He folded his Dragon Wings and began to descend towards the Golden Alliance Army's position.
Roger followed closely behind.
The figures of the silver dragon and the blazing red dragon grew larger as they descended from the sky. Their Dragon Wings blocked out the sunlight, casting an ever-growing shadow below, gradually coming into view of the soldiers of the Alliance Army.
Since the news that the high command had hired True Dragons to assist had already spread, the Alliance soldiers who noticed Brian and Roger were not overly tense.
They looked up at the sky with awe in their eyes, watching the two True Dragons descend like falling stars.
In the human kingdoms of the Noah Continent, legends and stories about dragons were everywhere.
Almost everyone grew up hearing tales of True Dragons, and dragon rumors were a common occurrence. Therefore, the reverence for True Dragons was ingrained in their minds from childhood.
Seeing a True Dragon in person was considered a fortunate event in their eyes.
