The body of the dragon man Pede fell to the ground with a loud bang. On Hefna's side, the other sky knights joined in after they had their hands free. Finally, they killed the two crazy dragon men together.

This thrilling war finally ended with Martin's victory. Before the smoke of war had cleared, he ordered the 18 surrendered nobles to be escorted to the front.

The figure who used to be so arrogant and domineering now lowered his head and huddled at the bottom of the stairs. His miserable appearance was completely different from that of the past. Martin glanced at this funny scene and quickly lost interest.

Several nobles still tried to gain leniency by offering "treating prisoners well", but all they got was a scornful sneer from Martin.

He waved his hand casually, signaling Betan to take everyone away, and said to Betan: "Tell them to notify their families to prepare enough ransom."

After the commotion subsided, Martin turned and walked towards the three wounded sky mages, a rare serious look in his eyes.

"The Merlin family head should have sent four people."

He stared at the blood-stained robes of the three men. "How could they have ended up like this?"

The middle-aged woman in the lead wiped the blood from her forehead with her hand, her voice hoarse: "We followed orders and headed to the Western Territory to provide assistance, but we were ambushed at the border between the Royal Territory and the Western Territory. Five Sky-level powerhouses set up a trap and trapped us at the border. After a bloody battle..."

She paused, a trace of sadness in her eyes. "Our companions risked their lives to open a gap for us. After we broke through, we immediately reported to the head of the family, and he ordered us to rush to your aid. You witnessed the rest with your own eyes."

Martin's pupils shrank slightly, and a chill ran down the back of his neck. He had never imagined that the intersection of the Western Territory and the Royal Territory would harbor such a hidden danger.

If Duke Merlin had not acted decisively and ordered the three wizards to rush to his aid despite their injuries, I am afraid that when I and the remaining troops rushed to Merlin's territory, I would have run into the death net that had already been woven at the border. The ambush set by the five sky warriors was definitely not something that ordinary forces could do.

He stroked the sword at his waist, the coolness of the metal seeping into his palm. Only the royal family, who controlled the resources of the royal territory, could have set up such a murderous plot at the juncture between the royal territory and the western border.

His mind suddenly recalled the Third Prince, and cold sweat slid down his back into his armor.

Could it be that the royal family has already realized that he is involved in the third prince's death? This suspicion was like a venomous snake wrapped around his heart, but he quickly calmed down, knuckles clenched until they turned white: "Whether they know it or not, just assume they know it!"

The scarlet sunset dyed the battlefield bloody. Martin looked up at the darkening sky, a dangerous arc on the corner of his mouth.

The Western Territory has not yet been completely pacified, but he has already set his sights further afield - once the Western Territory is unified, he will settle accounts with the royal family and the Duke of the Southern Territory.

So what about the behemoth that has been entrenched for generations?

A shimmering system interface appeared before him, and he sneered, "Let's see whether your thousand-year-old foundation is unbreakable, or whether my God-given system is superior!"

Martin then asked the three sky mages who came to support him to come over, and took out a few A-level healing potions. The leading sky mage took the potions and took the two of them down to heal their wounds.

When the noise of clearing the battlefield died down, he walked across the messy battlefield towards the place where Feng Long was temporarily imprisoned.

Eric and Shuang Ning were currently guarding the dying wind dragon. Every breath the dragon took brought up blood foam, and the wound on its wing was still oozing blood.

Martin sneered, and the dark golden Dragon Ring flew out of his hand, slicing strange runes in the air. The Wind Dragon's pupils constricted, and he tried to struggle, but Eric and Shuang Ning restrained him, holding him still. He could only watch helplessly as the Dragon Ring transformed into a stream of light and disappeared between his eyebrows.

Afterwards, Martin injected more than a dozen B-level life potions into the Wind Dragon, and the Wind Dragon finally regained some vitality.

Martin summoned Betan, who came running over excitedly and handed the space rings of eighteen nobles to Martin as if to ask for credit.

Martin took the interspatial ring, pointed at the wind dragon that was spitting blood, and said, "From today on, it will be yours to control."

Ignoring Betan's joyful shouts, Martin said to Eric and Shuang Ning, "You've worked hard today. Go down and recuperate and have a good rest. You don't have to participate in the subsequent cleaning work."

Eric and Shuang Ning looked at each other and left after receiving the order.

Martin took the nobles' gem-studded space rings in his hands and began to recharge the system.

As the items in the space rings gradually disappeared completely, the energy value on the system panel continued to rise, and finally jumped to 1.3 million.

Martin stroked his chin, a cold glint in his eyes—how could the wealth of eighteen nobles be so meager? He suddenly remembered that nobles liked to have hidden doors and secret rooms in their mansions.

A dangerous quirk appeared at the corner of his mouth. "A cunning rabbit has three burrows... Looks like it's time to get Betan and the others ready and pay them a proper 'visit' to their lair."

With the energy, Martin strode over to the Wind Dragon, its eyes gleaming with a cold blue light as it met his gaze. "Will you pledge your allegiance to me?" As soon as he finished speaking, the Wind Dragon, now adorned with the Dragon Tamer Ring, nodded heavily, its scales rustling against each other. He called up the system interface and saw the loyalty value clearly displayed at "100." His pupils trembled slightly—this Dragon Tamer Ring, obtained from the Third Prince, could be so terrifying.

With a flick of his fingertips, 250,000 energies dissipated like quicksand, and the notification sound of a successful contract echoed in his mind. He patted the wind dragon's trembling neck, extracted the dragon ring, and then tossed the saddle and reins to Betan. "You two should communicate. We will depart with the team tomorrow." With these instructions, he pulled out the communication crystal. A flash of blue light emanated from it, and the voice of Duke Merlin echoed through it.

"Martin, what's the situation now?"

"My Lord Duke, if it weren't for your help in this battle..." Martin's voice sank slightly. When Duke Merlin heard Martin say this, he knew that Martin had won the war.

His tone changed, and he said, "Grandson-in-law, there's no need to be so polite. How could the Merlin family stand by and watch someone die without helping?"

"Anyway, Duke Merlin, I, Martin, will remember your kindness."

Then the two chatted for a while, and Duke Merlin said: "Martin, you have just finished the battle, and there are many complicated things after the war. I will comfort Jovian, and you should report to Earl White first."

After hearing what the other party said, Martin expressed his sincere gratitude again and ended the call. Martin then dialed Earl White's number. The two chatted for a long time, their words full of concern and greetings.

As the conversation was in full swing, Druna arrived. Martin had no choice but to tell Earl White, "Father, I have something urgent to attend to." Earl White, a veteran of many battles, was well aware of the complexity of post-war affairs. He naturally understood and, after a few words of advice to Martin to take care of himself and be careful, hung up.