Tales Of The Mighty Dragonair

Chapter 902 - The Old Promise

The moment Doaf entered here, he was shocked to see this scene.

"You…" the mage standing midair in front of him was surprised before his face turned dead serious.

"How did you get them?" and Doaf instantly turned to Arthur, and his face and tone told him the matter here was damn serious.

And this came out of the blue to him. Arthur initially thought they were mages from the clan, but from Doaf's reaction he felt something was wrong here.

"My godfather gave them to me," Arthur said before pointing towards them, "who are they? Aren't they from the bronze giant clan?"

Doaf's face got instantly dignified before the mage standing midair answered:

"We are from the bronze giant clan indeed, but we only answer to one master."

"They aren't working under the leadership of our grandmaster," Doaf slowly said while the aura of fight rose up from his body like a tornado, "they work for the rival of my grandmaster, the one who deeply hates him."

And these two answers made Arthur see part of the picture now. However he didn't imagine George would grant him such a ticking bomb as a gift, and without even a single warning.

'What's going on here?!' he couldn't help but wonder while his eyes narrowed as he gazed up at the grand army underneath him.

"What master do you serve?" Arthur asked in a strong tone while the mage in front of him sneered back.

"Why do you care? After all, you'll die here. No dark mage is allowed to live after seeing us anyway."

"Watch out your dirty tongue! He is the young master of our grandmaster!" Doaf instantly shouted in a strong and domineering tone before he turned to Arthur, "we need to leave them be for now. They are really strong and we can't risk any war with them for now."

Despite knowing this was the wisest decision now, Arthur didn't approve it. He felt something was missing here. If they were as Doaf said, belonging to the enemy of George inside the bronzed giant clan, then why the hell were they here?

"Who is your master?" Arthur asked again in a strong tone, showing no sign of weakness or any intention of retreat.

"Humph, it's rude to ask for others' names without telling us yours," the mage rudely said while the army beneath him laughed in a roaring wave of laughs.

Arthur moved his gaze all around. All these mages were elites and they were supposedly meant to work for him.

However he never expected that. He thought they were low tiered mages, ones who wouldn't make any difference at all at war.

He also never expected them to belong to the rival of George, making them a threat and not helping.

"They serve a grandmaster called Alfonso," yet Doaf stepped in and saved his young master from this embarrassment.

However the moment Doaf said this name, Arthur's eyes shone brightly before his face turned serious.

"You serve that despicable man?" he strongly said and his words made everyone beneath him glare up at him in anger.

"Watch your tongue weak mage, you can't even live a single moment if I touched you with my finger!" the mage standing in front of him said in a threatening tone while Arthur didn't change the look over his face.

"Your proclaimed esteemed and rightful master tricked me before! I gave him something as a deal and in return he tricked me and never showed his face again to me!"

His words didn't only shock everyone here, but also Doaf. He gazed up at Arthur while his mind kept rampaging about what Arthur just said.

How could a low realmer like him meet two grandmasters of the mighty bronzed giant clan? How could he make a deal with even one and that one tricked him?

However that made the vague decision earlier of his grandmaster more sense now. It seemed the first time George went and met with Arthur was based on this mysterious deal.

Doaf knew how deep the hatred between his grandmaster and Alfonso was. It ran for ages now, and the two were considered the most capable contender to lead the entire clan in the future.

And so they were destined to be sworn enemies until one crushed the other and claimed the throne for himself.

"You... you can't be... Willy?" However, the next words of that mage shocked Doaf even more.

"Oh, so you know about the bad deeds of your master after all," Arthur wasn't that much surprised by this, "so you must be someone so close to him. What are you doing here then?"

Arthur's tone wasn't like a low realmer meeting a high realmer, but of a master speaking to his slave. Arthur totally forgot about that deal a long time ago.

George promised him many times to find Alfonso and make him pay for what he did, but up till now George never fulfilled his promise to him.

"Well... that explains everything then," the face of that mage seemed to show his struggle before he suddenly bowed his head, "Jud greets master," he said and suddenly everyone down below knelt on their knees and shouted in unison:

"The bronzed killers greet the master."

"..."

Arthur stood in daze and amazement watching all this. He didn't know what was going on here and turned to Doaf to find an answer.

However the shocked look over Doaf's face told him the latter didn't know anything at all about this.

So Arthur had no other choice but to ask this Jud dude here.

"Explain yourself," Arthur said in an orderly tone while watching Jud answer him without raising his head.

"Our grandmaster... or the late grandmaster was judged by the clan head and elders for a crime he committed against the young master of grandmaster George. So he was sentenced to give up his elite forces, the bronzed killers, and be given to you. We were ordered to come and serve you as our new master."

And this answer shocked Arthur for a brief moment before he finally laughed.

"So you stuck to your words after all... Godfather," he said in deep content and great joy while watching all these elites bowing and kneeling to him.

At this moment if George was here, Arthur wouldn't hesitate to hug him and even give him a big kiss on the cheeks for that.