Rusty Dragon

The protracted 'witch hunting' had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years' War,  and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise.
Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said—
"Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!"

They all call me Great Master

The scout with a special identity murmured to himself and immediately looked around alertly.


After confirming there was no one nearby, and it was impossible for anyone to hear his murmurs, the scout exhaled in relief, and without paying attention to anything else, he turned and slipped into the shadows.


Taking advantage of the cover of shadows, the scout left swiftly.


For this scout, what came next, no matter how important, was not as critical as the information he'd just received!


Murmurs before dawn were meant to go unheard.


But sometimes, it's not just humans that can understand human speech.


Kiri crouched in the shadows at one side, watching and listening to everything from beginning to end, standing still with a hint of sagacity shining in his wise eyes.


Wuni glanced at Erha, spread her wings, and flew off into the night, tracking the target.


Meanwhile, Kiri stuck close to the walls, tailing another worthy mark.


Chapter 529: The Sound of the Monster!