Evolving Silver Dragon

Chapter 70: 069 Old Friend_l

Translator: 549690339

The dense forest was silent, and a Quilboar quietly approached a giant tree with three scratch marks on it.

This guy was the same Quilboar who had previously sneaked out. He naturally knew nothing about his own exposure or the capture of his tribe members.

Once again, he cautiously surveyed his surroundings, making sure he wasn’t being followed, and then imitated a few unpleasant wolf howls.

“Awoo-”

“Awoo…awoo…”

Soon, there was a response nearby. With a rustle in the bushes nearby, a one-eared werewolf riding a tall dire wolf slowly walked over.

If Saru or Sofia were here, they would recognize him as the leader of the Wolf

Cavalry who had attacked the Lizardmen before.

“Longfang, it’s great to finally see you, my good friend!”

The one-eared werewolf jumped down from the dire wolf and quickly walked up to Wild Boar Man Longfang, giving him an enthusiastic hug.

Longfang was a sturdy, dark-skinned Quilboar with two huge tusks, much larger than those of others of his kind, hence his name.

He was also the leader of the Quilboar.

“Alright, my Count, let’s focus on business.”

Longfang looked at the werewolf leader discontentedly, feeling a little uneasy.

There was a reason he called the werewolf a count. The werewolf’s real name was Link Bauhinia, and his ancestor was indeed a hereditary count of a human kingdom.

What separates werewolves from ordinary monsters is that they were once normal humans, only becoming this way due to an irreversible curse.

Some werewolves spend their entire lives searching for a way to turn back into humans, while others quite like their current state.

After all, werewolves have strength and self-healing abilities far beyond those of ordinary people. Apart from magic and silver weapons, they are rarely hurt effectively.

Link was of the latter type. He didn’t care what he looked like, as long as it had to do with his own interests and family, as well as avenging his ancestors.

Although he didn’t mind becoming a werewolf, he cherished the family title inherited from his ancestors and hated those who cast the curse.

Many of the werewolves who followed him were descendants of the Bauhinia Family’s servants and knights, while the Quilboar were good friends he met later.

Quilboar did not like unnecessary words or ceremonies. Knowing this, Link walked arm in arm with Longfang towards a camp area.

Werewolves and Quilboar were stationed here, with nearly two hundred of them in total, with werewolves being a smaller number, about thirty.

Although it was getting late, they would soon be taking action, so not many people were bold enough to fall asleep at this critical moment.

Longfang followed Link into a spacious tree hollow that seemed to have been specially cleared, although it smelled a bit odd, it was very neat.

Looking at an uneasy Longfang, Link curiously asked, “What’s the matter, old friend? Has something gone wrong?”

“Not quite…”

Longfang shook his head, then continued, “I am just hesitant about whether our decision is correct.”

Link was puzzled, “Old friend, what’s happened to you? Did anything happen when we were in the Silver Dragon’s territory?”

Longfang gave a bitter smile, then sighed as he sat on the ground, “I just felt that it was not bad following the Silver Dragon…”

No sooner had he said this, Longfang felt some regret and began to carefully observe Link’s reaction.

It was indeed his true thought. These days, he was quite comfortable in the Land of the Soaring Dragon. All he had to do was carry out construction and production with Goblin’s help every day.

He didn’t need to go hunting, let alone raiding other weaker clans.

Over the years, Longfang had done many bad things and with his hands stained with innocent blood. Although it may sound strange, he was not a Quilboar who liked to fight.

He did everything for survival and his people. He enjoyed production more than killing and plundering.

Link sat down in front of his old friend, and patting his shoulder, asked seriously, “How long have we known each other?” Longfang hesitated, unable to answer the exact number.

“More than four years, my old friend!”

In the end, Link gave the answer, and Longfang bowed his head, seeming to silently apologize.

Link handed Longfang a piece of dried meat and stuffed one into his own mouth.

He bit down hard on the dry and tough meat, savored the bitter taste, and said earnestly, “We met in the Dragon Bone Wasteland and joined the Thunder Legion together. Leaving them later to find our own way, you have always been with me.”

Link suddenly lowered his head towards Longfang and gratefully said, “In these four years, you have saved my life several times. Maybe I would have died in the Dragon Bone Wasteland if it wasn’t for you.”

Longfang didn’t expect Link to say that, and was at a loss.

“I know you actually prefer a stable life. If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t have left the Thunder Legion.”

Having said this, Link paused, then continued, “Old friend, I will respect your decision no matter what. If you really want to continue following the Silver Dragon, we can abandon this plan.”

“But Link…”

Longfang wanted to say something, but Link interrupted him, saying determinedly, “Even though I prefer the Red Dragon, I have been making decisions all these years, and it’s time to give you the choice.”

A not-so-confident expression appeared on Longfang’s face, but Link added, “Don’t worry, if you choose the Silver Dragon, we can deceive them again and find an opportunity to lead them to surrender to us.”

Still, the Quilboar’s will was not strong, and he was never a decisive person.

Indeed, he had saved Link many times. However, without Link and his Wolf Cavalry, he and his tribesmen would not be alive today.

They were allies, brothers, and supporting each other to survive in this cruel world.

Finally, Longfang shook his head and said, “Let’s just listen to you. I’m not as smart as you, and besides, the plan has been set, and there’s no time to waste on other things.”

“Is that so…”

Link understood his old friend very well. Even though there was much more to say, he finally stood up, turned his back to Longfang, and said coldly, “Then, let’s take action. Proceed according to the original plan. You will be responsible for contacting the remaining Quilboar to open the gate, and I will lead the Wolf Cavalry in a surprise attack with fire. Then, you will quickly advance with the

Quilboar behind.”

“Alright, no problem….”

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