Chapter 192 The Fall of the Old King, the Awakening of the New King (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Iron Dragon's whispers echoed in my ears.

The human princess was silent for a few seconds, then shook her head and said, "Lotharn is the crown of the Federation, the heart of the nations. Even under the shadow of those behemoth-like empires, this land still shines with an undying brilliance."

She gazed at the outline of the royal city outside the window, the towering magic towers and bustling streets reflecting a resolute light in her eyes.

She said, “The Holy King forged the glory of the kingdom, but his departure will not cause the tower to crumble. Lorthorn’s foundation is deeper than you think.”

Elena still held hope for the Kingdom of Lorthen.

In her eyes, although the Holy King had fallen, the kingdom's foundation remained. As long as she could overcome the pain of losing the Holy King, the Kingdom of Lortheren would still be able to overpower the other federal nations with the wealth and resources accumulated over the centuries.

She said to Tie Long, "I understand what you mean."

"But you see, the war hasn't even started yet, but the royal family has already sensed the danger and is taking the lead in reducing spending and allocating resources to the military."

"As long as we don't sit idly by and wait for death, we should actively respond to potential dangers."

"I believe that with the kingdom's foundation, it will be able to overcome this turning point and move towards a more glorious path."

"Lotharne was once proud of the Holy King, but in the future, the Holy King's spirit in heaven will be proud of Lotharne."

Tie Long stroked his round belly and said in a low voice, "Cut off expenses...does that mean that apart from Moon Dew, my supplies will remain unchanged?"

The value of his food in one day could consume the savings of an ordinary person over several decades or even a lifetime.

Cut spending?

I'm afraid it's just talk.

“Elena, you are a member of the royal family and know very well how extravagant the royal family is. My existence is the best proof of this. This is not something that can be changed in a short time.”

Iron Dragon was very interested in the human princess in front of him.

He said, "Don't wait until disaster strikes to regret it."

His voice was filled with concern: "Let's go together, Elena. I will protect you. Don't forget my identity. I am a noble and powerful dragon, the king of the Atheros! I am also the top creature in the wilderness teeming with ferocious beasts and monsters."

Upon hearing this, Elena stared blankly at Tie Long.

Iron Dragon Gorton, having lived a life of luxury and tranquility over the years, had long lost the ferocity and savagery characteristic of dragons.

But when saying those words...

His eyes transformed into cold, vertical pupils, his body was covered in sharp, bristling thorns, and he exuded an oppressive aura befitting a dragon.

A dragon is still a dragon.

He won't become a pet like a cat or dog just because of changes in his living environment; when the time comes, his claws and fangs will still be sharp and ready to be used.

Elena was not afraid of the dragon's might.

Years of companionship and growth have made her regard Tielong as family, not just a pet or playmate.

Seeing the usually lazy and gluttonous Iron Dragon in such a state, she suddenly smiled and said, "Gorton, you look more like a real dragon now."

Gorton retorted, "What do you mean by 'like a real dragon'? I am a dragon!"

“Yes, you are a dragon, born with wings that can soar through the sky, yet you are trapped in the palace because of me.” Elena laughed, but her smile gradually faded and disappeared. She looked directly into the iron dragon’s eyes and asked, “Gorton, do you want freedom? If you want, I can let you leave the palace and return to the wilderness or go wherever you want.”

"Unless you come with me."

Tie Long persistently persuaded him, "Life in the wilderness is not as luxurious as in the palace, but it has its own unique charm, and you might just like it."

Elena sighed.

She slowly shook her head: "It's not about liking or disliking."

With a complicated expression, she said, "I was born a princess, enjoying the favor of my father and brothers and sisters, having the resources of the entire kingdom, living a life of luxury, and having everything I want at my fingertips."

"The kingdom is now at a turning point, a crucial moment."

"I cannot only realize I am a princess when I am enjoying myself, nor can I abandon my country when a storm is brewing."

"Royal blood flows in my veins, Gorton. When the last torch of the royal court is extinguished, you will see me standing atop the highest tower of the royal city, either wearing the crown of victory or becoming the most dazzling torch."

"The people of the royal city will never see their princess desert her post."

After a pause, the human princess said, word by word, "No matter what the future holds for the Kingdom of Lorthen, I deeply love the land beneath my feet, and I will live and die with it."

Tie Long fell silent.

He was thinking, what's the point of you staying?

A princess without real power, a mascot-like figure, staying behind won't change anything, and there's the risk of death, or even something worse than death.

However, seeing the human princess's determined eyes and expression, Tie Long did not say those words.

"Gorton, you can go by yourself."

"I will give you a great fortune and send you wherever you wish to go."

Elena said softly.

Tie Long shook his head and said, "I will stay here until the very end."

Then he added, "But you can't withhold the wealth you mentioned from me just because of that."

Elena smiled and nodded, then nestled quietly against the iron dragon, feeling the cool touch of its scales, which brought her a sense of peace.

Tie Long remained silent, enjoying the peace and quiet.

However, his eyes flickered slightly, and his dragon face lost its usual laziness and relaxation, becoming tense as he pondered how to protect himself and Elena in the ensuing chaos.

He is a teenage dragon, possessing immense power.

But among kingdom-level behemoths, this is nothing.

The guards in the royal palace have an average life level of over 10, and even a minor leader is a powerful figure of level 15 or above. There are also many legendary figures both openly and secretly.

Correspondingly.

Those who covet the territory and wealth of the Kingdom of Lorthen should not be underestimated. Even adult dragons can't do much under these circumstances, let alone a dragon like him who is not even a young man yet.

Not long after, Elena left Tielong's residence.

After much thought, the only thing Gorton could think of was that when the flames of war reached the capital of the Kingdom of Lorthen, he would find a way to take the human princess away from the inferno, whether she wanted to or not, and then plunge into the wilderness of Sel.

Sudden.

Iron Dragon Gorton had a flash of inspiration.

Thinking of the Wilderness of Sel, he also thought of the young dragons he had lived with back then.

Gorton knew a little about Galos's current situation.

During his boring time at the royal court, he often read the Federal Daily, paying particular attention to news about dragons.

One of the reports about the hybrid red iron dragon slaughtering human nobles and plundering gem mines caught his attention.

Considering the rarity of the Red Iron Hybrid Dragons and their matching age, he could confirm that the evil dragon described in the report as "Wings of the Sky" and "Death Star" was definitely his brother, Garros.

While he was enjoying a life of luxury at the royal court, Red Iron Dragon had grown into a notorious dragon who could be featured in the Federal Daily, and had such a resounding name.

This made him very envious, believing that he would have had such a reputation even if he hadn't been taken to the human realm.

“Garos was the wisest and most powerful among us from childhood.”

"He must be a lord dragon by now, with his own territory and followers."

"Perhaps I can pay a certain price to find a way to contact him and seek his help. At least, when I take Elena to escape into the wilderness, I will have someone to meet me."

Tie Long thought to himself silently.

Although there is no concrete way to contact Galos yet, Gorton is not in a hurry.

Not long after the Holy King's fall, before the news had fully spread, the Lorthen Federation remained outwardly calm.

The things he was worried about wouldn't happen immediately; there was still time to plan for the long term.

Besides, he's always been lucky.

The current problem may be solved someday.

"Since things have come to this, let's eat some more food."

"After eating, I need to exercise and digest; I can't be as lazy as before."

The iron dragon used its tail to curl up the bell and shake it, signaling the waiters to bring out the food.

Time passed slowly but surely, and two years have quietly gone by.

The year 249 of the New Calendar (the Bernardo Empires marked the beginning of their era with the launch of the first interstellar spaceship, symbolizing the start of a new era of interstellar exploration).

It is now the third year since the fall of Holy King Lorthorn, and the news is known to all.

The Kingdom of Lorthen officially announced his death, held a state funeral, and envoys from various countries offered flowers and eulogies, praising the Holy King's deeds and achievements, while also deeply mourning his passing.

All the kingdoms and principalities of the Federation are commemorating the founder of the Federation.

King Lorthorn is also a pillar of the Federation.

He formed a federation, eradicated the deep-seated problems, ended the conflicts among the southern nations, and allowed them to flourish in peace.

The respect shown by all nations to King Lorthorn is heartfelt.

However, respecting the Holy King does not mean they can continue to respect the current Kingdom of Lortheon; it merely means they are temporarily suppressing their dissent.

The fall of the Holy King has left the Federation in a somber atmosphere. There are no obvious frictions or disputes between nations, but a silent undercurrent is slowly brewing.

The border region, Dragon Valley.

The funeral bells in the southern countries stopped ringing not long afterward.

The white roses presented by envoys from various countries still exude their last fragrance in front of the Holy King's Mausoleum.

In the deepest cave of Dragon Valley, the rock formations that hadn't been disturbed for ten years were beginning to crack.

With the fall of the old king, the red iron dragon, which had been slumbering in the cave for ten years, gradually awoke, opened its eyes, and revealed dragon pupils as dark as the deepest night.

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(End of this chapter)