Evolving Silver Dragon-Chapter 373 - : 391 Not Bad Luck_1

Chapter 373: 391 Not Bad Luck_1

“Cough, cough…”

With a series of coughs, Mentor struggled to stand amidst the collapsed sand.

Close to him was the not-much-better-off Catalan, along with a handful of exhausted Elf Warriors and Human Knights.

He took advantage of Otto’s distraction to quickly crush a Teleportation Scroll.

This thing was a lifesaver given to him by Lady Bauhinia. It was fast and effective.

The only downside was that it was expensive and scarce.

There was also a portion in Lady Bauhinia’s possession, as for the others? Mentor couldn’t care less.

In some matters, he and Catalan shared similar views.

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Saving their own lives is the top priority, as for others? None of their business!

However, the Dawn Legion had many nobles from various continental powers. If they all perished in the Dragon Bone Wasteland, a significant disturbance would surely arise among the continental forces…

But with the powerful Western Empire, although troublesome, it wouldn’t be a big problem either.

With a slightly groggy head, Mentor began to observe his surroundings.

The effective range of the Teleportation Scroll is limited, and its landing point is rather random.

As the surrounding environment hadn’t changed much, they seemed to still be inside the Dragon Bone Wasteland.

But soon, Mentor’s face changed dramatically, and he quickly pulled the stunned Catalan over.

“Wha… what’s going on?”

Catalan looked at the direction of Mentor’s gaze, only to be startled by the sight of countless bearded burly men surrounding them, clearly with ill intent.

In simpler terms, they were now surrounded…

“Vi… Vide people?”

Catalan stuttered out the term, as the burly men around them undoubtedly resembled that of the typical Vide people.

Looking at their iconic round shields, heavy leather armor, and battle-axes…

Each one declared their owner’s identity.

It’s really hard to say if Catalan and Mentor were lucky or unlucky…

The random landing point of the Teleportation Scroll happened to encounter the routine patrol of the Vide people and their main force.

Suddenly, Catalan looked hopefully at Mentor and asked, “Wait, could these people be our supply troops?”

Mentor shot him a glance. Although the two were ostensibly close friends, their alliance was based on self-interest.

Many times, Mentor found Catalan to be overly foolish, especially since he was much older…

With some helplessness, Mentor spoke, “Perhaps you could ask them if they’ve come to bring us food…”

Mentor meant it as a joke, but unexpectedly, Catalan genuinely greeted the others with a smile.

Then, still smiling, he asked, “Are you under the Queen of Vide? Have you come to deliver supplies to the alliance?”

“This idiot…”

Mentor covered his face in despair. These people were clearly hostile, and considering the missing Angelina,

It was obvious that the Vide people were no longer allies.

Just as Mentor thought of Angelina, the Valkyrie herself pushed her way through the crowd and approached from the rear.

“Ah, if it isn’t Prince Catalan…”

Angelina looked at Catalan teasingly, but the latter seemed unaware of anything amiss, angrily saying, “You’re late! But this isn’t the time to argue about that. Quick, do you have any food? Give me some…”

As he spoke, Catalan actually took a step towards Angelina.

Although he seemed oblivious to the situation, his right hand gripped the handle of his sword.

While he rarely left the Dawn Forest and hadn’t seen much, it didn’t mean he was an idiot.

With the significant gap in numbers, he wanted to pretend to be na?ve and get as close as possible to the opposition.

Then, he could suddenly attempt a hostage-taking of Angelina before the others reacted.

As long as he had the Queen of Vide as a hostage, he would have bargaining chips to negotiate with these bearded men!

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Angelina, the battle-tested Queen of Vide, was not a mere figurehead.

At the beginning, Catalan foolishly approached Angelina with a smile, just as planned.

Once he was within range, Catalan’s expression changed, and he drew his sword, charging towards Angelina with a roar.

Mentor tried to stop him but was ignored completely by Catalan.

At this point, whether Mentor wanted to help or stop Catalan, it was already a little too late.

In the end, all he could do was pray for the success of Catalan’s plan.

During the charge, Catalan instinctively felt something was off.

From the well-equipped burly men surrounding them, it was clear that they were the elite Vide people, rumored as the Vide Royal Guard.

However, these elite warriors remained unmoved by his actions, and not even one showed a hint of panic.

It was as if nothing had happened, a feeling that made Catalan very uncomfortable.

Come on, I’m trying to take your queen hostage here! Could you show some respect for my current job?

Fortunately, Rolf appeared from behind, though he quickly retreated after Angelina glared at him.

Seeing this, Catalan realized that something was amiss.

But by now, it was too late for him to retreat.

With no other choice, Catalan channeled the remaining magic within him into the power of the wind, imbuing his beloved sword with it.

He swung at Angelina’s arm.

He needed a live hostage; a dead Queen of Vide could not serve as a useful captive.

“Clang!”

As the crisp sound echoed, Catalan’s mouth twitched. The sensation his hand felt was vastly different from what he expected, a hardness that was uncomfortable.

At this moment, Catalan looked up to find a delicate round shield in Angelina’s hand, not knowing when she had taken it out.

His sword was accurately blocked.