Game World: I Can Share Talents-Chapter 64: Like a Frozen Lane

Nearly a hundred high-ranking members of the Resistance Army, led by their leader, bowed in unison. The weight of their gratitude was undeniable to anyone who witnessed it.

Receiving such solemn thanks, Westheid simply smiled and immediately helped the Sword Saint up.

"Lord Solren, there’s no need for more thanks. Since you’ve already confirmed the situation on the Kepal Plain, I imagine you know what will happen next."

"Time is short, Your Excellency. Please make a decision as soon as possible!"

Solren nodded, looked to his left and right, and said:

"Everyone, the location of the Resistance Army’s base has been completely exposed. Although our friends have made a tremendous contribution, destroying nearly all of the Dragon Race’s constructions and reserves, there are still some True Dragons on the Kepal Plain... and Scorching Wings."

The moment the wing-name of the Legendary True Dragon was spoken, the previously jubilant Resistance Army fell silent. A thick cloud of oppression and fear enveloped the crowd.

The Dragon Realm, which ruled almost the entire Land of Order, divided its territory into fragments and enfeoffed them to Legendary True Dragons. Each of these Legendary True Dragons had ruled their own domain for hundreds, even thousands, of years.

Over such a long period, in the face of the Dragon Race’s brutal oppression, righteous rebellions naturally arose. In those countless uprisings, there was no shortage of heroic figures like Solren who emerged.

They could lead the people to strike heavy blows against the Giant Dragon Execution Officers, their power at times spreading like wildfire across vast territories.

But in the end, all flames of rebellion were extinguished. Once a resistance grew too large, or a Legendary Powerhouse that ordinary Giant Dragons couldn’t handle appeared among the slaves, a Dragon Lord would intervene.

What happened next went without saying.

Millions of corpses lay strewn about, and rivers of blood flowed.

Under the cataclysmic devastation wrought by a Legendary Dragon Species, any so-called resistance was pathetically laughable.

"The tyrant’s fury will destroy all who defy him. That is beyond question."

Solren sighed. No human on the Kepal Plain was unafraid of Scorching Wings. He was a shadow that had loomed for countless ages. Even those who faced death without flinching couldn’t escape the bleak sense of despair, the thought that ’He can never be defeated’.

"Leader! We’re not afraid to die! We were prepared to sacrifice our lives the moment we chose to follow you!"

A hot-blooded young man also firmly declared his will to fight to the death.

More members of the Resistance Army chimed in: 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

"That’s right! If it comes to it, we’ll fight the Dragon Race to the bitter end! Are we going to let the Demon Dragons lord over us again?!"

"Who cares if we can win or not! We’ve spent long enough hiding in the shadows! I’d gladly trade my life for a Giant Dragon’s!"

"..."

It had to be said, the Resistance Army was full of fighting spirit. Their first reaction after the fear and shock was to channel their grief and indignation into strength.

Their core message was singular—to hell with it, let’s go all out against the Dragon Race!

At the center of the clamor, Solren was met by a hundred pairs of determined eyes. He was moved, but he was also thinking with the utmost rationality.

As their leader, he could not be swept away by a moment of passion; he had to make the most appropriate decision himself.

In the end, the Sword Saint shook his head and said:

"Your will to fight is invaluable, but if Scorching Wings comes here himself, most of our Warriors cannot stay... I am not questioning your courage or determination, but your ability. The vast majority of you do not have the power to face a Legendary True Dragon."

"Your lives are precious," Solren said, patiently trying to soothe and persuade the Resistance Army Warriors. "How can they be wasted so meaninglessly?"

"Lord Solren is right. Anyone below the [Prominent] Tier should stay out of it. My suggestion is that the rest of you can help evacuate the civilians."

Westheid interrupted, "Although Scorching Wings’s first target will definitely be this place, after destroying this fortress, he will still slaughter everyone on the Kepal Plain. The directive from Dragon’s Will Peak is indeed to carry out a blood sacrifice of unprecedented scale. None of the mortals on the Kepal Plain can escape death."

"Whether we can win or not, even if we only delay him for a short time, it will be a victory as long as we can help enough slaves and civilians escape the Dragon Realm."

Although Westheid had formulated the ultimate plan to defeat Scorching Wings, he wasn’t completely confident. He was purely acting on Reiya’s request to "go big."

’To be honest, the chances of success are quite small, so he also needs a backup plan. Even if I can’t get a personal commendation from the Holy Tree, I at least have to accumulate enough [Merit] for my promotion, right?’

’If I don’t farm enough [Merit] in this Secret Realm Trial, I really can’t think of any other good way to get promoted back in the Imperial Capital.’

’Getting stuck in my promotion to the Extraordinary Tier is like a top-laner getting their minion wave frozen, forced to just play on their phone under the tower.’

"What Mr. Westheid says is exactly what I was thinking!"

Solren smiled upon hearing this, then took a deep breath and said to his second-in-command:

"There’s no time to lose. Our friends have bought us precious time, and not a single second can be wasted. Begin deployment now. It would be best to finish within the next few days."

"Yes, Leader!"

Solren had built the entire Resistance Army organization from nothing. The Sword Saint’s prestige was unquestionable; his word was absolute law. Even those who desperately wanted to die alongside him carried out his orders with all their might after he gave the command.

The Resistance Army members inside the fortress immediately sprang into action. The resistance force Solren had assembled, including their families, numbered nearly one hundred thousand. Aside from over two hundred elite Warriors, everyone else was dispatched to guide the refugees in their escape.

Nearly all the supplies the Resistance Army had accumulated were taken as well. Solren ordered his Warriors to break into smaller units, protect the refugees in batches as they fled, and bring along the civilians from the areas surrounding the base.

Only the necessary strategic supplies were left in the fortress, enough to sustain them through one final, great battle.

’What’s going on now? This isn’t how the script is supposed to go, is it?’

Solren’s swift and decisive actions took the group of Trial Takers by surprise, especially the War Knights. They had gone through great trouble to bring a large group of refugees to the Resistance fortress, hoping to ride the coattails of history, latch onto Solren, and smoothly escape the Dragon Realm, raking in a ton of points in the process.

’And now, just a few days later, we have to take them all away again?’

’We don’t really care what happens to the refugees; the key is our own score. If the refugees die on the road, or if they escape with the Resistance Army, will that still count as our achievement?’

"It’s all Duke Qinghui and that bastard’s fault! They’ve made a complete mess of this Trial! A fight to the death with a Legendary Demon Dragon—what the hell were they thinking?!"

Normally, in a "historical snapshot" type of Trial, the general direction was difficult to change. Trial Takers were supposed to be nothing more than butterflies lightly flapping their wings in the great tide of history.

To change the course of history on such a massive scale was an exceedingly rare event.

So when the Trial Takers learned they were about to go to war with Scorching Wings, they completely lost it and started cursing up a storm.