Ashen Dragon-Chapter 473 - 395 The Great Sultans Negotiation
Chapter 473: Chapter 395 The Great Sultan’s Negotiation
Chapter 473 -395 The Great Sultan’s Negotiation
Cassius’s pale golden pupils revealed a trace of disappointment. He shook his head regretfully.
Ishmael had been resurrected.
Though he was fearless of the Great Sultan, he had no way to kill the Pasha right in front of him.
Moreover, he was about to be overwhelmed by the Sultan’s furious assault. Even if it was merely a projection, a demigod-level presence was not easy to deal with.
Ishmael immediately spotted the Red Dragon watching menacingly from afar. He shook his head repeatedly, and his face showed sheer terror and unease.
“You, you—”
“How can this be? I clearly beheaded you!”
“How dare you kill me!”
The scene of his sudden death and his head falling to the ground was still fresh in his mind.
But soon, Ishmael lowered his head, observing his now significantly shrunken body, realizing that most of his strength had drained away.
“You, what have you done to me?”
His voice trembled.
Even in death, he had never felt such fear; losing his strength now made him experience true terror.
Strength, that was everything he relied on for survival.
Only the most powerful Fire Giants were qualified to become the direct servants of the Sultan, the noble Pashas of the Fire Giants.
Once he lost his strength, in the warlike race of Fire Giants, he would likely be replaced by those lower-ranking but rising Fire Giants.
“Ishmael!”
“You fool!”
The Great Sultan interrupted angrily.
Ishmael looked toward the projection of the Great Sultan in the distance. His expression instantly became filled with extreme dread and tension, and he directly knelt in that direction.
“My Lord!”
“I’m sorry, I disappointed you! You… even spent your strength to revive me.”
But the Great Sultan didn’t care about the Pasha who had lost most of his strength. Instead, he gazed at the Red Dragon, his eyes full of rage.
If looks could kill, the Great Sultan would have skinned and disemboweled the Red Dragon a thousand times over.
Cassius, however, paid no mind to the Sultan’s gaze, merely licking his lips with relish and smiling.
“Great Sultan, I came to negotiate, let’s cease fire for the time being.”
“Negotiate?!”
The Fire Giant retorted in disbelief, his tone exceedingly furious.
“You invaded my land, seized my city, killed my people, and even slaughtered my servant!”
“We’ve reached this point, and you still want to negotiate!”
Cassius shook his head lightly and said nonchalantly, “Great Sultan, that’s merely from your perspective. From my viewpoint, it was your subordinates who pursued my retainers and insulted me right to my face.”
“My actions were simply self-defense.”
Cassius remained fearless and confident.
Reason wasn’t important.
Even with an absurd claim like “self-defense in slaughtering the Fire Giant’s city,” he could say it without blinking.
In the interactions between beings of the evil faction, only one thing mattered—strength.
If the Great Sultan himself were here, wielding the full power of his demigod strength, Cassius would absolutely be running for his life.
If he couldn’t escape, kneeling to beg for mercy wouldn’t be out of the question.
But now, how could a mere projection of the Great Sultan make waves before him?
“Self-defense, you say!”
“If I don’t stop you, will you defend yourself all the way to the City of Brass?!”
The Great Sultan’s furious roar resounded across the Scorching Wasteland, stirring waves of hot air.
But he soon calmed down, staring intently at the distant Red Dragon, his eyes filled with malice, pondering something.
Things had come to this.
Blind rage wouldn’t change anything, it would only make him look incompetent.
“Cassius, I know you. The offspring of Tiamat, occupying the Anzeta Great Wilderness on the Material Plane, calling yourself the Ashen Emperor.”
“Tsk, you’ve been making quite a name for yourself lately—”
“But just like that, you come to the Fire Elemental Plane, invade my territory, are you not afraid of never leaving here?”
“Do you realize—who you have provoked?”
There was naked threat in those words, and the Great Sultan made no effort to conceal his intention.
Cassius nodded slightly and said flatteringly, “Of course, I know who you are—the master of the City of Brass, the supreme ruler of the Fire Giant Kingdom, the overlord of the Fire Elemental Plane…”
Ordinarily, the Great Sultan would take this as flattery.
But this Red Dragon had just killed his servant right in front of him and absorbed his power. This was undoubtedly sarcastic.
The Great Sultan’s face grew more sullen.
After Cassius finished reciting the long list of extravagant titles, he paused slightly.
Then he continued:
“But if you could appear here in your true form, I would never dare set foot on the Fire Elemental Plane.”
He gave the Great Sultan a mocking look and asked exaggeratedly:
“It must have been awful being speared through by Prince Zaman Roul’s Holy Flame Longspear, right? Tsk, tsk, I heard you were pinned to your throne.”
“You greedy, arrogant Red Dragon!”
The Great Sultan couldn’t help but curse in anger.
Cassius’s words had hit a sore spot.
Months ago, Zaman Roul had collaborated with Fire Dwarf rebels to infiltrate the City of Brass through a secret passage.
That Prince of the Holy Flame snuck into his Charcoal Palace and threw a deadly spear, almost killing him on the spot!
Ever since, the Great Sultan had been recovering from his injuries inside the City of Brass, not daring to step outside his palace.
Within the city, security had reached unprecedented levels, with all pathways sealed and anyone entering any area subjected to stringent checks.
Thinking of this, the Great Sultan glared venomously at the Red Dragon, hating him as he asked, “Who sent you? What do you want?”
“Who sent me?”
Cassius repeated the question, chuckling and shaking his head before continuing.
“That depends on your decision.”
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“If you insist on being an enemy of the Ashen Empire, fighting to the death, then I’m a vanguard sent by the Prince of the Holy Flame.”
“I will fly across your vast land, ravaging every city and stronghold of the Fire Giants, slaughtering them like death incarnate.”
Cassius’s words dripped with menace.
But a barely discernible hint of panic appeared in the Sultan’s expression.
Because his words carried a feasible threat.
The front lines were tense, with slave uprisings erupting in various cities, and the elite forces of the Fire Giants were dispatched to battle the followers of the Prince of the Holy Flame.
Meanwhile, as the Sultan of the Fire Giants, he was gravely injured and convalescing in his palace.
In such dire frontline conditions and a hollowed-out rear, no one could stop a Primordial Dragon-level, or even more terrifying, war machine.
And the Prince of the Holy Flame would likely welcome such an ally.
It was entirely possible that this creature could turn the Fire Giant Kingdom into chaos, giving the rebels the chance to overthrow the Fire Giants’ rule.
The Great Sultan pondered deeply, while Cassius continued.
“But if you cease hostilities with the Ashen Empire, dismiss these misunderstandings and frictions, express your apologies to me, and extend friendship to the Empire—”
“Then all this will be just a misunderstanding. I will not interfere with your burning war, and I might even support you with military supplies within my capabilities.”
Cassius raised his head, the ferocious dragon face bearing a calm smile.
“I always pursue peace and do not advocate the use of force; every conflict can be resolved through negotiation.”
“Do you agree… is that right?”
