Chapter 1864: Chapter 1260: Reginald’s Request (Ben’s Soft Chubby Belly)
“………”
The entire hall of Stormwind Keep fell into a deathly silence at this moment.
Whether it was the guards, the dragonkin, or King Varian, all stood there like statues, dumbfounded. They were staring at the lifeless black dragon corpse before them. Its body had collapsed onto the ground, head battered and deformed, brain matter splattered out, clearly dead without any chance of revival.
“Clang.”
Duanmu Huai casually picked up the War Hammer, flicked off the blood and foam, and looked at the crowd.
“If there’s nothing else, I’ll be going back.”
“Huh?”
Hearing Duanmu Huai speak, everyone snapped back to reality. A nobleman standing next to King Varian quickly snapped out of it and pointed to the dragonkin.
“Seize them!!”
The ensuing battle was basically without suspense. Those dragonkin, having witnessed their master being so easily dispatched, were already scared out of their wits, eager to turn tail and flee, devoid of any will to fight. They were quickly overwhelmed and captured by the brave guards who took them away. Duanmu Huai nodded towards King Varian and then turned to leave.
“Please, please wait a moment, brave warrior!”
Seeing Duanmu Huai about to leave, King Varian, who had been in shock, finally came to his senses and shouted urgently. Duanmu Huai turned his head to look at him.
“Is there anything else?”
“No, um…”
Facing Duanmu Huai with the War Hammer, King Varian found himself at a loss for words, but being a king, he quickly collected himself.
“You have helped us greatly… I thank you… ”
“Oh, it’s nothing.”
Duanmu Huai nodded silently and casually replied, leaving Varian unsure of what to say. The noble beside him hastily spoke up, giving his king a way out.
“Um… could it be that you knew that the Countess was the black dragon’s disguise from the start?”
To be honest, everyone present was buzzing mentally. Even though they witnessed the black dragon’s corpse firsthand, they couldn’t believe their eyes. Their minds refused to accept such an absurd situation. In fact, with the black dragon’s death, everyone gradually realized their memories seemed muddled. Upon reflection, Stormwind never had a Countess Prestor, yet for some reason, everyone, including Varian, believed her presence was natural.
In hindsight, everyone was drenched in cold sweat. Conversely, Duanmu Huai appeared calm and unsurprised by it all.
“Of course, I saw it as soon as I arrived.”
“As soon as…?”
Hearing Duanmu Huai’s reply, the noble twitched an eyelid.
“Why didn’t you alert us?”
“I thought she was your pet dog. How would I know?”
Duanmu Huai spread his hands helplessly. As a True God, such tricks from a black dragon couldn’t fool him. No matter how it shifted its form, a soul’s appearance doesn’t change. However, Duanmu Huai didn’t pay much attention since the black dragon stood by the side and not on the throne, leaving him uncertain if it was the king’s ‘pet.’
If he had seen the black dragon sitting on the throne upon his arrival, Duanmu Huai would have smashed it with his hammer without hesitation.
Does the Dragon Race wish to rule over humans? Dream on.
“If there’s nothing else, I’ll be on my way.”
Duanmu Huai waved his hand, then turned and left the hall. Seeing him leave, Varian wanted to call out to stop him again, but was blocked by the noble beside him.
“Your Majesty, it’s best we deal with the current issues first.”
“This……”
Listening to his advisor, Varian came to his senses, glanced around, and noticed that Duanmu Huai’s figure was no longer visible in the corridor ahead.
“Alright then.”
Varian had no choice but to collect his thoughts and nod.
“Let’s handle the matters here first.”
Amidst the chaos within Stormwind Keep, Duanmu Huai was indifferent and unconcerned. After leaving the keep, he returned to the inn and started enjoying the local cuisine. As for the next destination, Duanmu Huai had already decided to head to the place called Ahn’Qiraj, to eliminate the Ancient God sealed there, and then absorb its strength.
“You’re back, uncle.”
Returning to the guest room, Naruse Mio and Homura Akemi curiously came over.
“How was the king?”
“Completely useless, quite incompetent.”
Duanmu Huai shook his head and sighed quietly.
“Utter waste, unaware of being controlled. Seems we need to find someone else.”
“Really? But he’s a king, isn’t he?”
Homura Akemi was somewhat surprised at Duanmu Huai’s remark.
“What’s with being a king? Anyone can be a king in this world, but being a good king is another matter. This Varian… in my view, his ability as a king is mediocre. Ultimately, it’s because he lacks strength; otherwise, none of these problems would be issues.”
When the black dragon revealed its true form, Duanmu Huai specifically observed Varian, who was petrified, standing there motionless. If the black dragon had intended to kill him, Varian would have been swatted to death instantly. From this point, Duanmu Huai mentally sentenced Varian to death.