Chapter 127 The Dragon is Raging
Jack pulled back the sword mixed with blood.
He looked at the bumpy and notched edges on the sword, then casually threw the sword next to Yapi.
"I guess this sword has been with you for a long time. I will let you die with it."
Jack slowly walked to the door of the hotel, and the people who were still eating downstairs were a little surprised.
They all saw the ill intentions of Rawl and Yapi, and were preparing to create chaos and get a piece of the pie. Even the owner of the hotel had the same idea.
But now Jack walked down unscathed, probably the man was dead.
Everyone was silent, as if they knew nothing and didn't want to know anything.
Jack didn't think too much when he arrived at the door. He was now ready to go directly to the Black Castle. He originally wanted to rest in the Hearth City for a night, but he didn't expect to encounter such a bad thing.
But when he arrived at the door, Roll had just surrounded the inn with a group of ragged people.
Since the Greatjon was imprisoned, the northernmost Hearth City has gradually become a gathering place for refugees.
This place is far away from the center of the North and close to the Wall. The current Guardian of the North does not have enough strength to clear out these refugees and robbers.
In the entire northern border, only the southern part has been temporarily stabilized, while the north is still in chaos.
After they surrounded the place, the leader Karoka looked at Roll.
Luo Er was also confused about this, because he saw Jack walk into the room with his own eyes, and Yapi stayed behind to guard the door.
"Where is Yapi?" Luo Er suddenly had a bad feeling that Yapi was most likely dead.
But it was better to die, because there was one less person to share the money with him. Jack was alone, and he didn't even have a weapon. How could he beat 29 of them?
Carloka stepped forward and said, "Friend, I know you have money. We haven't eaten for a long time. I wonder if you can help us with some money. We promise not to hurt you."
Jack smiled softly and asked curiously, "It doesn't matter if I kill one of you?"
The corner of Kaluka's mouth twitched slightly, "Look, my friend is also a nobleman. We are all commoners, so we will naturally not harm the noble master, but please give us a chance to live."
Carloka concluded that Jack was a minor noble who fled north. Many nobles who were at odds with the Bolton family would choose to go north.
Because there is still a confirmed living Stark bloodline at the Wall. Even if he dies, there is still Stannis heading north.
"I'm afraid not. I don't have a penny on me." Jack reached into his pocket and finally took out a golden dragon.
There were at least a dozen golden dragons in this handful, which made Carloka and others stare in amazement.
"Ah, I didn't expect that I still have so many gold dragons in my arms, but I can't give them to you because they are my money."
"I'm afraid this is not up to you." Carloka swallowed.
"Do you want to rob? Aren't you afraid that the wrath of the real dragon will burn you to ashes?"
"Hahaha, do you think you are a real dragon? Kill him." In order to avoid any accidents, Carloka didn't waste any words and directly ordered his men to kill Jack.
It would be difficult for other groups to snatch these golden dragons if they saw them, so he wanted to monopolize these dozen golden dragons.
But it was too late. Many people discovered the golden dragon in Jack's hand. In the chaotic North, only one golden dragon was needed to allow them to survive this chaos safely.
Even enough barley and rye to get through the long night ahead.
So it goes without saying how attractive the golden dragon in Jack's hand is.
Seeing that more and more people were watching and waiting for an opportunity to take action, Carloka took his men and was ready to take action.
Nearly thirty people besieging a young boy looked scary, but what was even scarier was yet to come.
"Ang——" an angry roar came from above my head.
The inexplicable fear made everyone stop. They looked up above their heads and saw darkness shrouded in the night.
"Hiss—" Another roar, this time everyone was sure that they heard it.
Panic spread among the crowd, but many people still felt that their chance had come and wanted to take advantage of the chaos to attack Jack.
Suddenly, red flames fell from the sky, like a large amount of molten lava falling from the sky.
Wailing sounds suddenly rang out, and in the dark night illuminated by the firelight, people seemed to see the devil's scarlet eyes.
That is the jewel-like dragon horn on Korakshu's head.
After Korraxiu flew over everyone's heads and landed behind Jack and roared, everyone saw Korraxiu's true face.
Only then did Karoka realize what the sentence "Aren't you afraid that the dragon flame will burn you to death?" meant.
"I asked you if you were afraid of the dragon flame, but now it seems that you are not as fearless as before."
Jack smiled at all the people who were wailing in fear, and whispered, "Dragon Flame!"
Korakshu opened his mouth wide and gushed out blood-stained dragon flames, and the entire Hearth City was engulfed in flames.
Korakshuu did not take off, but started the massacre directly on land. The five sharp claws it possessed after evolution gave it strong combat power even on land.
There were more than a dozen people torn to pieces by its sharp claws, but even more people were melted by the dragon flame.
Korakshu's dragon flame is now powerful enough to be called dragon flame.
Although it has not reached the level of the dragon breath of the western four-legged dragon, the lethality of the semi-liquid dragon flame is still far greater than the previous dragon flame.
After all, there is still a huge gap between a flamethrower and a gasoline bomb.
By the time the acting lord of Hearth City arrived, Jack had already ridden on Korakshuu to the Black Castle.
(End of this chapter)