I just covet their strength

Chapter 66 This prosperous age is as you wish!
The evacuation of the Resistance Army continued for several days. Under efficient dispatch, the Resistance Army was broken into pieces and left with the refugee team.

Not only that, they also want to take as many human slaves as possible to leave the land where they have thrived for generations and go to foreign lands.

Such a large-scale migration should have been pursued and intercepted by an overwhelming army of dragon beasts, and eventually turned into a massacre.

However, due to Westhead's perverse actions and intensive cultivation, it is unlikely that any organized dragon beast troops can be found on the Kaipal Plain, and the dragonborn have been so troubled that they cannot take care of themselves.

The remaining dragons are also extremely cautious. Knowing that the resistance has a sword master, no one is willing to be the one who stands out.

The lives of our true dragons are very precious. How can we risk being killed for the sake of human slaves who are like weeds?
We'll wait until the anxious wings come back to talk about everything, so just be patient!
As a result, a rare miracle occurred in the Kepar Plains. The high-pressure rule of the Dragon Clan completely disappeared. In this very short period of time, the resistance army easily escaped to the border with thousands of slaves.

Even if the final battle with Scorched Wings fails, the legendary dragon will not be able to hunt down the slaves who are escaping in all directions. Even if Scorched Wings is really so cautious that he does not intend to let go of any escaping ants, he will have no skills at all. Kill half the civilians.

From a utilitarian point of view, Westhead has kept the lower limit, completed the trial task, and has won.

The rest is just a matter of small wins, medium wins or big wins.

After all the evacuation work was completed, and the scattered resistance elites and trialists returned to the fortress, Sauron needed to make it clear that he was still here to attract the retaliatory fire of the Scorched Wings.

Although compared to the legendary swordsman, Westhead and others can attract more hatred.

The teams were transferred back to the fortress in batches, but the Juggernaut specifically asked the War Knight team to stay outside the fortress for one more night. He had something to discuss with Bullington and the others.

Bullington and others were confused as to why Sauerlan would give such an order, but they also complied with it.

At night, in the camp, many trialists gathered around the campfire and sat down after receiving the rations distributed by the resistance army.

"Since Mr. Qinghui and the others came here, Your Excellency Sauerlan has never looked for us again. Tonight is a good opportunity. We must find a way to alienate the relationship between them and the Sword Master."

Bullington squeezed the dough in his hand and started discussing in a low voice with his left and right sides.

"Bah! This thing is simply made of garbage. Is it really for human consumption?"

At this moment, Andre on the side took a bite of the pie, and then grinned, showing an expression like "eating snow in a members-only restaurant".

Don't blame him for making this expression, it's just that the food distributed is too anti-human.

Under the rough, dry and hard dough, there are a lot of sawdust, broken bones, rotten wild vegetables, mixed with swill-like juice, giving it an extremely weird taste.

Even Bullington, who was accustomed to a military career, couldn't help but look embarrassed after taking a bite and said:

"The food that the barbarians eat is better than this. It can't even be considered food. I didn't expect the conditions to be so difficult, and the dry food I brought with me has run out."

"Forget it, this thing is really inedible."

Andre threw the big cake to the edge of the camp and said, "It's better to go hunting later. You can survive without eating for a day or two."

"Even if it's hard for you to swallow, please don't throw it away."

At this moment, a faint sigh sounded, and the familiar tone made Andre stand up reflexively and straighten his back. "Master Thorlun first!"

It was Sauerlan who walked out of the shadow of the woods. The sword master walked to the edge of the camp. The bonfire shone on his resolute face, but his lines looked extremely cold.

Bullington: "Sir, you asked us to stay. Do you have any instructions?"

The sword master did not answer directly. He seemed to have come alone. He glanced at the pie thrown away by Andre and said:

"Dough stuffed with sawdust and broken bones is indeed not as good as many delicacies. But this is the delicacy I have dreamed of since I was a child. As a slave, you need to work hard for a day to get a ration. If you don't work hard enough on any day, Then I won’t be able to get even this little food.”

Saueren walked over, picked up the pie, patted the dust on it, then tore it off bit by bit and put it into his mouth, as if tasting some delicacy.

While chewing slowly, he said slowly:
"My parents were like this, because they left the last bite of food to me and then starved to death in front of me. At that time, I was thinking, it would be great if there was another piece of pie like this, so that none of us would died."

Andre, Bullington and other war knights looked at each other, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Sir Zusollen, I, we are not..."

Sauerlan: "I'm not blaming you for wasting food. I can see that you didn't mean to waste it. You were just subconsciously surprised by such unpalatable food and threw it away. You would rather starve than eat it. Rubbish."

After the resistance sword master swallowed all the bread, he took a deep breath and sighed:
"You must have grown up in an extremely favorable and rich environment. You are so lucky. I wish my children could grow up so carefree, not be slaves of the dragon clan from birth, and run freely in the sun, strong and energetic like you. For this, I am willing to give everything, even if it means my death."

When Andre heard this, he perked up and his eyes brightened.

The Holy Tree Empire is the product of future humans overthrowing the rule of the demonic dragon. Since then, the empire has become extremely prosperous. In terms of area and population, it is the largest among all countries!

And the Sauerlan family is a famous family that has never declined in the empire.

Ancestor! This prosperous age is as you wish, as you wish!

He was about to say excited words of recognition and encouragement, but as soon as the words reached his lips, he met Saueren's cold gaze.

Suddenly, a chill enveloped the whole body, like falling into an ice cave.

"But in this land where dragons are rampant, humans are all slaves. Where is the soil for people to grow happily? Who are you exactly?"

Everyone was stunned and quickly said:
"Sir, we should have told you."

"We came from further away, specifically to help you fight against the dragon."

Thor: "Yes, I believed it too. At least I once believed it."

I saw the Sword Master scanning the trials in front of him and throwing the communicator he got from Westhead on the ground:
"I have never asked about your past, why you have such sophisticated equipment, why you have such professional qualities, because I respect every hero who resists the Dragon Clan. No matter who they are, they can be my comrades who fight side by side. But you, the spies of the Sky Kingdom, deceived me."

(End of this chapter)