In the cold ocean northwest of the West Carlo continent, hundreds of islands of all sizes are scattered, the smallest is only a few kilometers square, while the largest one is more than 100,000 square kilometers.

This sea area is called the Sailan Ice Sea, and these islands are collectively called the Sailan Islands.

Strictly speaking, the Sailan Islands, located on the northwest of West Carlo Island, are territory of the Lion Heart Empire, which belongs to the western continent. However, because they are overseas and have been in a relatively independent position since ancient times, the Sailan Islands have developed a culture that is completely different from the local area of ​​the Lion Heart Empire. Both the people and the nobles have no sense of belonging to the emperor on the mainland. Similarly, the central government on the mainland also maintains a semi-stocking state for the Sailan Islands.

The Sailan Islands have more than 400 islands of all sizes and sizes, and are divided into thirteen lords. They are nominally loyal to the empire, but actually have absolute real power to their own territory. Except for the symbolic small amount of tribute every year, they have almost no responsibility to the empire, and they are like local emperors.

Among the thirteen lords of the Seran Islands, the northernmost and largest territory is also the largest. It is called the Cold Dragon Corps. The lord is the only duke among the thirteen lords. His ancestors were one of the heroes who fought against the ancient dragons and were chased to be named the Dragon Slayer, the heroic paladin, Gundoras Dragon Slayer.

Six hundred years ago, in the final decisive battle on the polar continent, when the human coalition suffered heavy casualties and was about to be slaughtered by the ancient dragon, it was this great hero Gundoras who sacrificed his life to create opportunities for the legendary wizards and successfully sealed Dagulas! Afterwards, the Lion Heart Empire granted the northernmost part of the Sailan Islands to the descendants of Gundoras, allowing the Dragon Slayers to guard the dragon seal for generations.

The news that the seal was loose this time was sent by Hanlong Colonel.

More than half a month has passed since the Holy Church issued the Star Call. At this time, in the open space outside the northern port of Hanlong Lord Island, a man in gorgeous clothes and bloated figure was sitting on a fur-covered chair with hot soup. Behind him, more than fifty people were ceremonial guards and orchestras lined up to wait.

Although it is late May, the temperature is still below freezing point near the cold dragon collar near the polar continent, and the sea breeze at the port is particularly wet and cold, and it drills into the cracks of people's bones along the sleeves and the neckline. However, the warriors and musicians in the guard of honor are still wearing thin formal clothes and standing straight in two rows.

"Sir, look, here!" said the clerk standing beside the middle-aged nobleman suddenly. The fat nobleman looked up and saw three airships slowly flying from the sky far south. The hot air balloon was also printed with the striking Star Church's emblem.

"Hurry! Remove the chair!" The nobleman immediately stood up, threw away the soup bowl in his hand, quickly sorted out his appearance, and came to the front of the queue, smiling, standing straight, watching the airship landing slowly.

"Everyone stands at attention! Play the hymn!" Seeing the airship's hatch open, Paladins in gorgeous armor walked down. The nobles immediately issued orders, and the passionate and graceful music sounded, expressing their welcome and respect for the Paladin.

As the pinnacle of the continent's military power, although the Paladins are not as enemies as the legendary, as super-quality warriors, it is not uncommon to kill seven in and seven out in the battle formation, and to force the opponent's commander or magician to turn the situation around.

Therefore, kings of various countries usually firmly grasp the Paladins of their own origins as strategic resources. Unless they are born in nobles, they will find it difficult for paladins to have their own fiefdoms and fiefs, and can only have the lowest-level knight titles and become vassals of the emperor. However, correspondingly, their status, salary, glory and disposable resources are far from comparable to ordinary nobles, and with the support of the holy land, the vast majority of fief lords will be quite respectful, not to mention that thirteen people came this time!

"Oh..." The fat nobleman rubbed his hands with a smile and greeted him: "Below is the Lord of the Hanlong Corps, Travis, Dragon Slayer. All the Paladins have come here, and my Hanlong Corps is full of glory... I have ordered people to prepare a sumptuous dinner to welcome you, and wish you all to successfully attack the dragon and continue the glory of my ancestors..."

"No need, Lord Travis!" The elderly Odygus refused: "Time is really tight, I wonder if the ship we need is ready?"

Talawes was slightly stunned and said with a smile: "Don't be so anxious, Knight Odyssey, Knight Joan of Arc, you have to eat and drink all the time before you can fight. You should go to the humble house first and introduce you to me to all the knights..."

"We don't have time to eat!" Joan of Arc's eyebrows stood upside down: "The way he came was delayed by the storm for two days. Now the dragon may have awakened. As a descendant of the dragon slayer, you know the power of that monster best!"

Odygus was still discussing, Joan of Arc's tone was too stiff, and the descendants of the Dragon Slaying Warrior were a little embarrassed. As a member of the Lion Heart Empire, he was only familiar with Odygus and Joan of Arc. He planned to use these two people to get to know other paladins, but he didn't expect to be rejected so simply...

Lord Travis could only maintain his commercial smile and guided the Paladins, as well as more than 500 warriors and magicians who followed, to several elite warships that had been prepared long ago, watching the Dragon Slaying Pioneer leave the gate and slowly disappear at sea level.

"Hey...when will I reappear the glory of my ancestors like them..." A sigh was heard, and the fat Travis moved his body with some difficulty, squeezed into the carriage, and left the port with his entourage.

"Is that a descendant of the Dragon Slayer?" Although he had already walked away, Joan of Arc, who was standing on the deck, still looked angry: "Hmph, you can't lift your shoulders and your hands. When is it now? You still want to engage in relationships!"

Odygus, who was standing aside, smiled slightly: "Even so, your tone is too much... Travis is a standard nobleman, and one of the four great dukes of the empire. He may not have the martial spirit of his ancestors, but he has been diligently monitoring Dagulas's state for many years. If it weren't for him, we would probably have noticed the dragon flying over the head of the imperial capital!"

Joan of Arc snorted coldly and stopped talking. Cameron beside him came over: "How long will it take for us to get to the seal's location?"

Odygus opened the map and looked at it: "We should have about four days to land on the polar continent from Nail Bay. But it is the most difficult after landing. The polar continent covers hundreds of meters thick ice sheets all year round, and the temperature is even more scary. After landing, we have to hike over 800 kilometers to reach the sealed location. This journey will consume a lot of physical strength... Even if we can overcome it, ordinary soldiers will definitely be greatly affected!"

"But we must move forward!" Joan of Arc's eyes firmly: "Dagulas must be strangled on the polar continent. If it is allowed to leave here, millions of civilians will suffer a catastrophe!"

"But even if we arrived in time, the outcome of this war is unknown..." Cameron sighed, revealing a melancholy expression, turned to look at Joan of Arc, with deep eyes and sadness: "Maybe, this is our burial place..."

This is the most practical problem, and Joan of Arc couldn't help but be moved. However, the blonde paladin did not lose confidence and encouraged Cameron: "It was not the Knight who talked about death before going to the battlefield! We must have confidence in ourselves. There was no Dragon Knight six hundred years ago, and we could all defeat the ancient dragon, and this time it was not a problem!"

"But now, we don't have legendary wizards!" Cameron sighed: "Since the magical fall incident a hundred years ago, legendary wizards have become more and more precious. Without the kind of master who can use strategic magic, relying on swords and guns, can we really defeat the ancient dragon?"

"Joan of Arc, I have a premonition..." As he said that, Cameron looked at the female knight affectionately, with tears in his eyes: "I'm afraid I'll fall to the polar continent, but before that, I had not fulfilled my father's last wish. If I encounter an accident, can you help me complete it?"

Joan of Arc was also infected by Cameron's sorrow and sighed: "Tell me, what is your father's last wish? As long as I can do it, I will definitely help you!"

"Really?" Cameron sniffed: "I still remember that my father held my hand tightly before he died, and said with his last strength: 'You must leave offspring for our family and continue!' So Joan of Arc, can you help me..."

"Bang!" The answer to Cameron was Joan of Arc's hard leg armor. The powerful paladin was kicked off the ship and fell into the cold sea...

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Deep in the polar continent

"Okay, success or failure is here!" Zhao Qiankun faced the gate of the castle, carrying at least a dozen weapons on his back, and pinched a few spell scrolls that had not expired. He was confident in his mind: "This time, you must have that big lizard look good!"

"Master, you have said this for the fifteenth time..." The deceased master on the side complained: "The ancient dragon is one of the most powerful monsters in this world. Even if he is in a relatively weak state, he is not able to compete with human power!"

Zhao Qiankun snorted coldly: "Anyway, I'm no longer a human being! If you have the skill to speak sarcastic words, come out and help me!"

"You don't know..." Taoist Master Wood, wearing Taoist suit and body consisting of plant roots, said regretfully: "We are set to not leave the castle. Unless we change the settings, we will definitely not be able to get out..."

Zhao Qiankun sighed: "Yes, I have to go there myself! Don't worry, I'm getting more and more familiar with it!"
Chapter completed!