Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 991 - 597 This Situation

Chapter 991: Chapter 597 This Situation

"Good," Mickros nodded agreeably, replaying the series of events surrounding his past interactions with the ministers at Dark Castle, focusing on their plans to target the Conqueror Army; there were no traces of a secret alliance or plot with the Lizard Queen.

As for whether Dark Castle harbored other secretive schemes, regarding him as a mere tool, that was no longer his concern.

"They are putting on an act, all to smoothly push you towards Tun Marsh, into His Majesty’s Royal Court. They definitely have a plot up their sleeves—doing nothing isn’t in the nature of these greedy and cunning scoundrels," the Spirit Soul Naga declared emphatically.

His knowledge might not rival that of Dark Castle’s ruling class, but he was not short on wisdom. If they were fools, easily provoked and fooled, they would have been uprooted by Dark Castle long ago, rather than flourishing in Tun Marsh and becoming the dominant lords of the territory.

Mickros could no longer maintain his silence and began to analyze, "Perhaps Dark Castle shares the same concerns as your lordship, fearing their forces will be attacked by His Majesty’s troops during their confrontation with the Conqueror Army.

They must have a scheme, likely desiring to see His Majesty and the Conqueror Army conflict, reaping the rewards like fishermen benefiting from a turbulent sea, securing themselves in an invulnerable position. However, low risk means low reward—if they do nothing, they can only helplessly watch the Conqueror Army swagger past, bearing a wealth of riches."

"We are aware of this without need for your explanation," the Spirit Soul Naga hissed.

"My Vizier, what do you think we should do? Should we just sit by and watch as an unprecedented fortune slips past us?" the Lizard Queen demanded with her tiny draconic eyes, intense as if the flames within could devour her, desiring to hear only one answer.

Serving Kurgor for many years, no one understood the Black Dragon before him better than the Spirit Soul Naga. She embodied the ultimate greed of a Giant Dragon, her gluttony a quintessential proof. In her realm, there was no concept of "lion’s share" but only monopoly.

Either she didn’t see and didn’t know, or everything should belong to her, especially in Tun Marsh, which she regarded as her private property—everything from geese flying overhead to trading caravans passing by belonged to her.

If he, as Vizier, went against the Lizard Queen’s wishes, he would immediately become history.

This was not only known to happen, but it also happened more than once. When the Lizard Queen needed him or remembered him, she would promote him once more; after all, the core essence of his life was in her hands, and without her consent, he could never leave Tun Marsh.

The Spirit Soul Naga replied, "No matter what schemes and plots Dark Castle has prepared, they must amass a significant force, as determined by the enemy’s size. This is also what we must do next. At that time, who will be the prey and who will be the Hunter is still an unknown."

"Ha ha ha... You are indeed my Vizier, as clever and wise as ever. I trust that with your intelligence, we will become the ultimate Hunters, swallowing all prey in one gulp," the Lizard Queen roared excitedly, "Issue my command: all those in Tun Marsh capable of fighting are to join the battle, assemble at the Royal Court, with a deadline of two days; anyone who is late will be plunged into the Corrosion Pool."

"The Queen commands, assemble in two days; tardiness will end in the Corrosion Pool," the Spirit Soul Naga briefly summarized the Lizard Queen’s order and instructed the Evil Fang Half-Dragons, "Send the command at once."

"As you wish." One after another, the Evil Fang Half-Dragons took to the sky, flying in all directions over Tun Marsh, loudly repeating the same command.

Simultaneously, over a dozen Evil Fang Half-Dragons left the nest, each possessing at least fifteen Life Dice, either being Transcendent Peak State or Quasi-Legendary. They were not only messengers but also frontline Commanders dispatched by the Lizard Queen, and the soldiers of the tribes they passed along the way would rally under their banners, following their dispatch and commands.

To gather monster Corps around powerful and trusted figures as a core was a common tactic in these monstrous kingdoms. The Troll Kingdom had done the same in the past, and now the Lizard Kingdom was no different.

The only difference was that a significant part of the Troll Kingdom’s forces were comprised of unwilling conscripts—every Corps was haphazardly assembled, and their fighting power fell below average. The Noble Giant Trolls knew this and didn’t count on those fodder units; instead, they used them as sacrifices to summon the more formidable Demon Legion.

The Lizard Queen’s Lizard Kingdom, however, was different. This Black Dragon had been here for centuries, ruling over her subjects—literally. Those Half-Dragons and Dragon Vein Lizardfolk were assuredly of her bloodline.

Their loyalty was beyond question; they would never betray the Lizard Queen.

They also had a clear sense of belonging, which was evident from the direction the Half-Dragons took upon leaving the nest—there was no confusion in their paths.

As such, the Corps they formed were not just temporary assemblages but had definitive organization and loyalty. How strict this organization was and how clearly it was divided were questions that only the battlefield could answer.