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Chapter 490 - 490 489 Shuang Ge Appears (Extra Seeking

Chapter 490: Chapter 489 Shuang Ge Appears (Extra, Seeking Monthly Pass) Chapter 490: Chapter 489 Shuang Ge Appears (Extra, Seeking Monthly Pass) The self-serve banquet at Red Fort Hall continued energetically into the night.

Like small mountains, the expansive castle complex had enough rooms to accommodate the entire nobility of the Shadowflame Grand Duchy.

Within the Inner Fort.

Lady Meryl, Lady Kuna, and another female relative from the Shadowflame Family were accompanying Princess Anxia in a game of cards.

Princess Anxia was somewhat distracted, occasionally glancing out the window at the lawn.

Outside on the lawn, where the lights shone as bright as day, Russell was instructing Princess Kunlaya in swordsmanship. Without physical contact, Russell occasionally corrected her posture with a wooden sword.

“The way of swordsmanship is profound and extensive, easy to learn but hard to master, and the further you go the more difficult each step becomes,” Russell said.

Princess Kunlaya, dripping with sweat, gritted her teeth and persisted in her practice, “I have the resolve.”

“Sigh,” Russell sighed, “Kunlaya, there’s really no need to push yourself so hard. The decline of swordsmanship is traceable, significantly edged out by magic combat techniques and phantom beast magic.”

“But teacher, you made a name for yourself in the Grand Duchy with your swordsmanship!” responded Princess Kunlaya.

“I, well…”

Speaking of it made him feel somewhat abashed, for without the help of the Sword Butterfly Amber Spirit, Russell’s achievements in swordsmanship would definitely not be what they were.

It wasn’t that Russell couldn’t have cultivated his swordsmanship to the level of secret techniques without the Sword Butterfly Amber Spirit, but he might have given up midway because of a lack of progress in his practice.

Magic combat techniques and phantom beast magic were potent enough to compensate for the deficiencies of swordsmanship.

Unless one underwent a qualitative change in their swordsmanship, the gains would not be significant. Even Russell, when he first deployed the Three Swords Flow Grand Skill, had narrowly defeated Baron Marcus, a second-tier senior phantom beast knight.

This clearly showed why swordsmanship had become less valued among knights.

Of course.

Russell didn’t want to demoralize Princess Kunlaya, so he said, “My swordsmanship is indeed powerful, but to cultivate it to my level, you will definitely endure much hardship, and the rewards may not be as great as you imagine.”

“I’m not afraid of hardship!” Princess Kunlaya lifted her head, her face still delicate like a fairy, but her eyes were more resolute than ever, “Please discipline me, teacher. I want to master a powerful sword technique like brother Russell!”

After much exhausting instruction.

When Princess Kunlaya was drained, Russell pulled out a prepared pamphlet, “I’m not often at Red Castle, and can’t guide you every day. This is the sword technique I’ve developed; take it and study diligently.”

Princess Kunlaya accepted the pamphlet.

On the cover, she saw the title “Meteor Butterfly Sword”.

“Huh, Meteor Butterfly Sword? Teacher, didn’t you say you were compiling the ‘Three Swords Flow Grand Skill’ magic combat technique?” she asked.

“I changed it,” Russell smiled, “Recently, I’ve refined my understanding of sword techniques, so I removed the flashy but impractical moves, keeping only a progressive sword cultivation system.”

Compared to the flamboyant “Three Swords Flow Grand Skill,” “Meteor Butterfly Sword” was more simplistic and went straight to the heart of swordsmanship.

It wasn’t about learning a variety of powerful moves, but about better refining one’s skill with a sword.

“Study this magic combat technique diligently, and your sword skills will surely improve,” Russell added, “Oh, and when you get a chance, arrange for this ‘Meteor Butterfly Sword’ to be promoted using Red Castle’s channels.”

“Okay,” nodded Princess Kunlaya.

Russell wasn’t keeping his knowledge to himself; writing “Meteor Butterfly Sword” was meant to promote swordsmanship, hoping more knights could enhance their strength through this magic combat technique, and thus bolster humanity’s overall power.

In his view.

Without the help of bipedal flying dragons or even dragons during the dark ages, humans might not even have amber worms, and without them, humans would struggle to fend off the cold solely with the fighting power of phantom beast knights.

During that era, everyone painstakingly practiced swordsmanship to barely survive.

Now that dragons were rising, and humanity along with them, the need for rigorous sword practice gradually faded—perhaps only the dragon knights, through their natural elemental incarnations, could glimpse the essence of sword techniques.

With frost giants possibly emerging any moment, a crisis loomed once again—this might also be a miraculous opportunity for swordsmanship to shine anew.

If so.

Then let his “Meteor Butterfly Sword” initiate a new era of glory for the way of the sword.

With a wave of his hand, Russell left gracefully.

Princess Kunlaya remained, holding the booklet, her gaze slightly distant.

…

Contrasting with the gaudy opulence of Red Castle, the night in Blackflame Plains was silent and still, except for the Black Oil Mine area which incessantly operated day and night. The other places had already submerged into the tranquility of the night.

At that moment.

Not far from the Blackflame Plains, in the snowfield roughly situated between Leize and Qinqiu, a snow giant over two hundred meters tall tore through the ice cap, emerging like a demon and then strode towards the Blackflame Plains.

Moments later.

The sound of dragons roaring echoed through the heavens and earth.

From the direction of Glowing Valley came the roar of the Fiery Dragon; from Leize’s direction came the roar of the Torrential Flood Dragon; then, above the Blackflame Plains, the phantom of the Shadowflame Dragon appeared, roaring as it charged towards the snow giant.

Three dragon roars, three dragon phantoms.

Gathered together above the Blackflame Plains and then all rushed toward the newcomer snow giant, who, undaunted, pounded its chest and withdrew from the Blackflame Plains, standing on the snowfield waiting for the arrival of the three dragon phantoms, ready for the fight.

And then, on that snowfield, at the height of its prime, the snow giant faced the three dragon phantoms one against three.

The battle was unprecedented, shaking heaven and earth.

However, on the other hand, a blurry footprint pattern had already started slowly extending from the other side of the Blackflame Plains.

One step at a time, it headed toward the direction of Cigar Castle.

On the Dragon Coiling Pillar, Black Oil Dragon Ross was deep asleep with a heavy metal stone pressing on him. On the other side, in the birch forest, Ouroboros also coiled up into a circle, hiding in a tree hollow with its tail flicking.

Suddenly.

When touching the ground with its tail, Ouroboros paused noticeably.

It then opened its eyes, flicking its tongue in and out rapidly before burrowing into the soil and emerging from underneath the Dragon Coiling Pillar, climbing it as swiftly as a fish, and gave a heavy lash with its tail to the Black Oil Dragon.

“Hiss hiss…” Ouroboros looked at the Black Oil Dragon.

Black Oil Dragon Ross tilted its head; it certainly recognized this little snake as its father’s Contracted Phantom Beast, with whom it almost met daily.

Without a mind bond, they could not communicate.

But both possessed almost human-like intelligence, and the communication between gaze and limb gestures was enough to convey quite a bit of information.

Alerted by Ouroboros.

Black Oil Dragon Ross suddenly rose, grabbed the metal stone beneath it, and flew into the sky—per Russell’s instructions, in any emergent situation, it was to take the metal stone containing the Ice Holy Artifact and fly away from the Blackflame Plains.

Meanwhile.

The blurry footprint pattern seemed to have noticed the Ice Holy Artifact being carried into the air by Black Oil Dragon Ross.

It halted abruptly, then quickly headed north, entering the snowfield north of the Blackflame Plains. By this time, Ross had just taken the metal stone and flown over the snowfield, preparing to continue north.

To seek refuge in the Volcanic Oasis.

But suddenly, a meteor fell from the sky, and a relentless blizzard spread throughout, with dark clouds as if a thousand pounds were pressing down, heavily pressing on Ross, forcing him to lower his altitude as he could not fly normally in the sky.

Then it saw a frost giant over twenty meters tall, holding a wooden stick as a weapon.

“Gr!”

The frost giant roared, focusing its gaze on the metal stone grasped in Ross’s claws.

“Roar!” Ross, oppressed by the black clouds, no longer dared to fly towards the snowfield and thus, turned around, flying back toward the Blackflame Plains without looking back.

Seeing this, the frost giant did not hesitate. It took agile steps and chased after Ross.

A chase ensued.

Within the blink of an eye, they went from the north of the Blackflame Plains to the east. Knowing the might of the frost giant, Ross dared not fly toward populated areas, taking the roaring giant towards the wilderness instead.

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