Tale of the Red Dragon Without Dragon's Might-Chapter 433 - 427: Saving the Tragedy

The afterglow of the sunset scattered over the rugged mountain path, Leon stood at a high point overlooking the protagonist group.

By now, he was no longer a nameless figure; even in the entire surplus universe, he was somewhat famous. His name alone was enough to make some people, demons, and devils tremble with fear, and there weren’t many things left that were worth his attention.

In the game, there were only a few maps, and on the first map, there were few treasures worth his trouble to seek out, except for the Sain’s Necromancy Spellbook. Even the Star Realm Silver Sword didn’t catch his interest; it wasn’t anything before his sword.

To speak of it, people are considered treasures too, and there were a few individuals worth Leon’s attention, such as a Tiefling blacksmith called Damo in the game plot, an exceptionally skilled blacksmith proficient in forging and repairing equipment, mastering Hell Machinery, and modifying Hell Engines.

In such circumstances, rather than wasting time scavenging for insignificant things, it would be much more interesting to watch the protagonist group’s adventure.

Thinking of this, Leon’s mouth curled upward, and he followed closely behind the protagonist group.

In the game, the members of the protagonist group had professional levels of only one when they appeared, and even one-on-one with a Brain-eating Monster could lead to a shipwreck in a ditch, undoubtedly due to gameplay considerations. The real-world situation was definitely different.

"Great fireball."

"The Fireball Technique is definitely the best spell."

Leon watched Evil Thought using the Fireball Technique to kill a group of goblins, thinking that Evil Thought knowing the Fireball Technique doesn’t mean he was just a fifth-level magician. After all, in the game plot, he led the team to the Nine Prisons to steal the Karsus Crown from Mephisto’s Treasure Vault, even if there was a possibility of Mephisto’s plotting and indulgence.

Evil Thought’s combat power was definitely decent, but it wasn’t impossible that memory loss caused him to only exert that much power and recover his strength gradually through battles.

"Is that a Magic Hurricane?"

"Isn’t he a Dragon Vein Mage?"

Seeing Evil Thought use a spell and control a rotating gust to fly up, Leon’s eyebrow unconsciously raised.

He always thought Evil Thought, as a White Dragonborn, was definitely a Dragon Vein Mage, deriving power from his powerful Dragon Clan ancestors, his own blood flowing with Dragon Clan magic. Who would have thought he turned out to be a Storm Mage?

The magic of a Storm Mage comes from the power of the Air Element, possibly born from a shocking downpour and fierce winds, or perhaps influenced by a powerful elemental creature. No matter the circumstance, the magic of the storm had already saturated his soul.

Leon pondered for a moment, understanding that Evil Thought’s most important aspect wasn’t his race or even his profession, but the background entangled with him—the identity of a child of Bhaal. Bhaal, a member of the Three Gods of Death, the God of Murder, seen as a junior by the elder in the protagonist team.

Leon scanned over the others on the battlefield.

Shadow Heart held a shield in one hand and swung a Nail Head Hammer with the other, suddenly jumping out of the shadows, smashing a bugbear’s head with a swift and decisive action, also able to perform Healing Divine Skill to heal teammates’ wounds during the battle. Her professional level wouldn’t be low either.

Next, Gael was once very strong, notwithstanding his current situation due to the uncontrollable bomb within him, which caused a significant decline in strength, but he could still use Arcane Missiles and Cloud of Daggers.

Will was a Contract Master who exchanged power through contracts, gained the famed name Border Blade by consistently using magic to strike monsters and devils that threatened Sword Bay, and would no longer be easily killed by a goblin stick, dying prematurely before succeeding.

Laiyeze’er, in the game plot, was a Githyanki who hadn’t completed the coming-of-age ceremony, but her combat talent was already visible to the naked eye, her visible talent quite good, constantly growing. Normal development would predictably end with Vilakis devouring her.

Finally, Astarion, belonging to a Vampire Derivative, could move in sunlight for certain reasons, completely a lock-picking and trap-disarming tool as a Wanderer compared to others.

The protagonist group’s adventure turned out to be far more interesting than Leon anticipated.

He watched as the protagonist team effortlessly slaughtered a large group of goblin troops, a goblin troop that hadn’t appeared in the game. The owlbear couple posed no threat before them, leaving the owlbear baby unharmed in the end...

The sky quickly darkened.

The protagonist group found a place to set up camp, took out an owlbear egg found in the owlbear’s cave, seemingly ready to roast it for dinner, completely unaware that the egg might be... useful later.

Aside from the owlbear egg, there were also a pig’s leg and apples, pears, and watermelon, the protagonist group’s sumptuous dinner made Leon lick his lips, feeling a bit hungry even though he had no dietary needs.

Leon rubbed his stomach, preparing to find something to eat when he suddenly noticed a Tiefling bard wandering along the forest path... wasn’t it that person?

Leon squinted his eyes, recalling the Tiefling bard’s name—Alphira.

The reason he remembered so clearly was that Alphira would provide players with an important piece of equipment in the game’s mid-phase, the Powerful Robe being crucial to the Magic Burst Stream, and also she was quite cute. If the player played as Evil Thought, the innocent girl would tragically fall victim to the protagonist’s hands, drawing out the protagonist’s background... tragedies always leave a deep impression.

"So late, how come a frail bard like you is wandering about?" Leon decided to rescue her, transforming from a hawk into a human and landed on the forest path.

"Ah!" Alphira shrieked, almost stumbling, seemingly shocked by Leon, "Where did you come from? Why didn’t you make a sound when walking?"

Leon crossed his arms, surveying the panicked Tiefling girl, and said, "Walking outside this late, be careful or you might lose your life."

Alphira bit her lower lip and timidly asked, "Sir... you won’t harm me, right?"

"I won’t harm you, but I can’t guarantee others won’t." Leon turned to look in the direction leading to the main group’s camp, "You’re lucky you ran into me. I can protect you for one night. Be more cautious in the future."

"Thank you." Alphira said, surely, someone so handsome couldn’t be a bad person.

Leon laughed, his gaze sweeping back and forth over the Tiefling girl, and said, "There’s no such thing as a free lunch."

"What do you want?" Alphira immediately hugged herself tightly.

Alphira didn’t have the equipment he wanted; an ordinary bard with an extremely rare robe would only appear in a game. Leon withdrew his gaze and said, "Aren’t you a bard? Sing me a ditty, then."

"I-I don’t sing very well, if you don’t mind..." Alphira nodded, having gathered courage from Mr. Evil Thought in the Emerald Forest, and said, "I can do it. I’ll try my best."

The campfire soon rose on the open ground, the orange-red flames flickering, driving away the chill of the night. Leon skillfully roasted the freshly hunted fawn, gave Alphira a plump hind leg, and then devoured the rest, leaning against the tree trunk, hands behind his head.

Alphira sat on a flat stone, gently strumming the lute strings, the melodious sound echoing through the forest, her clear voice rising in song.

"The night sky hangs high, stars dance with grace, smiling through pain, fading like curling smoke."

"Thousands of words, transformed into flying dust, distant light lingers, fallen and scattered."

"Bright moon illuminates, the sun blazes on, the shadow of the past, haunts my heart."

"Faith like a mountain, care like the sea, deep love, without recompense."

Alphira’s singing was just passable, better than nothing, causing Leon to unconsciously close his eyes, as if returning to the past.

In the firelight, Alphira’s profile appeared particularly gentle.

The night passed without a word.

Mist spread through the forest, the sky just beginning to pale, Leon promptly sent away the bard girl, stretched his muscles, and transformed into a falcon, soaring high. frёewebnoѵēl.com

Leon watched the main group leave the camp, turned into human form and sniffed around, dug up the corpse of a dragonborn bard — a perfect scapegoat, identical to the game plot, making him question if someone was secretly controlling everything, or was it fate so irresistible?

The main group’s efficiency was astonishing; in the blink of an eye they reached the infected village, but they were destined not to find Sain’s Necromancy Spellbook, because it was in his hands... As long as it didn’t affect the game’s main storyline, Leon dared to intervene in anything, yet he still thought it wise to act cautiously.

A sneaky figure caught Leon’s attention.

"That female Dwarf..." Leon discovered an interesting female Dwarf lurking in the shadows, observing the main group. Her moves were as skillful as a seasoned spy, though not on the same level as him. He remembered she was the servant of a Devil named Rafael, her name seemed to be Corilla.

Feeling bored, Leon decided to have some fun, Gathering Form and Scattering Energy, silently appeared behind Corilla.

"What are you watching?" Leon suddenly patted the female Dwarf’s shoulder.

Corilla jumped in shock, glaring at Leon, and said, "Who are you?"

"A regular adventurer," Leon shrugged, watching Corilla lift her magic wand, "You can’t beat me."

Corilla looked at Leon, thinking that the black-haired, black-eyed man could appear behind her without any detection, absolutely not someone she could provoke, definitely not a good sort.

Corilla stepped back half a step, her nostrils flaring, turned into a cloud of sulfur smoke, and disappeared into the air.

Leon did not stop Corilla; he thoughtfully stroked his chin, wondering if she would report on him, but excitement gleamed in his eyes.

Of course Corilla would report; she must tell her master what happened today.

The master would find that damned adventurer, and then he would regret it— no, there wouldn’t be a chance for regret.

Fool, never disrupt the master’s plans.

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