Chapter 93 Cleaning the Battlefield
"I just..."
White Dragon Mother bared her fangs, instinctively wanting to say something threatening.
But under Brian's gaze, she suddenly remembered that she was no match for Brian. Moreover, seeing Brian's performance on the battlefield, the gap between them seemed to be widening rapidly.
What kind of monster True Dragon did I give birth to... Realizing this, White Dragon Mother looked at Brian and shrank her neck.
"Next time you call me, I won't come."
White Dragon Mother reluctantly changed her wording.
After saying that, as if knowing her words were unconvincing, she couldn't help but add in a low voice, "You see, I did take quite a lot of damage, and I was at the forefront during the battle, helping you take on countless attacks."
"If we only count the people killed, I didn't kill as many as you and your followers, but I put in just as much effort."
As an Evil Dragon, White Dragon Mother uncharacteristically started to reason.
Brian's spell attacks would explode over a large area, much more efficiently than White Dragon Mother's. Many heavily armored knights died in his fireball spells. According to the previous loot distribution method, White Dragon Mother wouldn't get much.
Facing White Dragon Mother, who was looking at him expectantly, Brian thought for a moment, then slowly nodded and said, "You can take half of the magical equipment from these human knights, provided that all the magic gems go to me."
Compared to the bulky and often useless ordinary magical items, Brian wanted all the magic gems.
On the other side, White Dragon Mother's face showed hesitation.
Brian loved magic gems, and so did she.
White Dragon Mother had also killed some Spellcasters, and she could find some gems on them as loot, but the majority were still on Brian's side.
After struggling and hesitating for dozens of seconds, White Dragon Mother tentatively asked, "Can you give me a few magic gems, just a few?"
"Next time you need me, I definitely won't refuse."
Seeing White Dragon Mother being so cautious and even pleading, Brian was in a good mood and pondered, "Alright, but I can only give you one."
This one would be equivalent to repaying the previous loan.
Getting gems from his pocket was no easy task.
Seeing Brian agree so easily, White Dragon Mother's eyes rolled, thinking Brian was soft-hearted. She immediately put on a pitiful look, blinking her eyes and saying in a tragic voice, "One is too few, just give me a bit more."
"I was driven out of the Territory by you, suffered so many injuries, and have three annoying Newborn Dragons to raise..."
As she spoke, she inadvertently shook her Dragon Claws, showing Brian the wounds Rosha had inflicted.
To get more gems, White Dragon Mother changed her usual bad attitude and didn't mind playing the pity card with her son.
Brian: ...
He suspected that if he gave White Dragon Mother more loot, she might even call him dad.
"Stop, if you say another word, you won't get even this one."
Brian stopped White Dragon Mother's pity act.
White Dragon Mother's voice abruptly stopped. The pitiful expression she had just worn turned into a scowl as if flipping a switch. She coldly said, "Brian, you are truly a heartless and greedy dragon."
"If it weren't for me, you wouldn't even be in this world!"
Brian's face darkened, and he moved his Dragon Claws.
White Dragon Mother's eyes changed, and she immediately flapped her Dragon Wings, flying away from Brian to start collecting the promised loot.
Brian looked up at the sky, seeing the large snowflakes falling as usual, gradually covering the thick blood below.
Meanwhile, the followers who had been chasing the remnants of the army began to return one after another.
"Master, a few Spellcasters suddenly disappeared using some unknown means... should we continue searching this area?"
Tancred of Conqueror came over, carrying a blood-stained Black Spiked Hammer.
Brian nodded and said, "They probably used invisibility spells or something similar. Take some White Hounds and search the surroundings."
White Hounds, with their keen sense of smell, were excellent trackers.
Some of the followers were sent by Brian to track down the escaped Spellcasters, while the rest, under his orders, began to clean the battlefield and collect the loot.
Brian flew to the peak of Snow Mountain, folded his wings, and stood silently in the midst of the swirling snow, watching his busy followers.
This war ended in his victory, but his followers suffered significant losses, with sixty percent dead and buried here, and almost all the remaining ones injured.
Of the Dragon Vein Ogres, besides Tancred of Conqueror, there were originally four, but now only two remained, with one missing an arm and severely injured. If not for their strong vitality and weak sense of pain, it would have already passed out.
Because Brian had first killed a large number of the enemy's Spellcasters, the Arctic Ice Spirits only lost twenty percent in their clash with the Spellcasters, with another ten percent dying at the hands of some heavily armored knights who attacked them.
The most casualties were among the Terror Lizards and White Hounds, who were deeply involved in the battle and not as strong.
Of the more than four hundred White Hounds, only a few dozen remained, and less than one in ten Terror Lizards survived.
Brian's spell aftermath also killed many White Hounds, as they had little resistance to fire-based attacks.
Evocation spells are known for their large area and powerful effects, making it difficult to distinguish between friend and foe. Fireball spells are the epitome of this, and in the chaos of battle, it's almost inevitable that friendly forces will be caught in the attack.
In some human adventuring teams, if there's an Evocation Mage, they must guard against both the enemy and their own team to avoid being accidentally injured...
"At this rate, I'm going to starve."
"I need to recruit more followers."
Brian felt no pity or sadness for the large number of follower deaths.
They lived under the protection of Brian's Dragon Wings, and it was only natural for them to sacrifice their lives for him when the time was right.
It was essentially a transaction.
Since he needed to recruit more followers, Brian immediately thought of the pack of Winter Wolves.
"After consuming the Dragon Soul Stone and undergoing a growth slumber, I'll go check on them," he decided in his heart.
Soon, the battlefield was cleared.
A large pile of magical armor and greatswords, inscribed with Runes, formed a small metal mountain. The relatively rare magic gems had already been collected by Brian into his space ring.
As promised, he gave White Dragon Mother a magic-infused White Crystal under her resentful gaze.
The appearance and size were similar to the one Brian had taken before.
Since the space ring had limited capacity and couldn't hold all the magical equipment, Brian ordered his followers to transport them back and forth while he watched from the side to prevent anyone from stealing his stuff.
These magical items, glowing with elemental light, could also gather some elemental energy when piled up in large quantities.
Although the effect was minimal and far inferior to magic gems, it was better than nothing and could serve as decoration.
Since White Dragon Mother had no followers, she carried a large pile of magical equipment herself and flew towards her Dragon's Lair. Before leaving, she said to Brian, "I've counted everything here. If anything is missing, I'll know."
"Don't you dare take anything while I'm gone. I'll be right back. Half of this loot is mine, mine!"
