Chapter 422 - 394: The Completely Suppressed Power of Shadow
Hake Stone came on this voyage to show off.
Rewriting the history of the continent, especially the history of the pivotal Magic Dragon War, was a monumental feat for all historians.
Hake Stone originally wanted to garner a host of praises, but unfortunately, the members of the Elegy Poetry Society showed little interest.
It wasn’t their fault; Aige’s age almost matched the history from the Magic Dragon War to the present. Gareth and Pale Bone were a bit younger, but reading this history book felt to them just like someone else’s diary, and not a particularly interesting one at that.
For the Undead with limitless lifespans, history was their personal experience; the part documented by Hake Stone was nothing more than a slice of life reported in a newspaper.
The only one who knew the value of this history book was that greedy, shameless Lich, but he wasn’t shocked by his achievements; instead, he showed his hyena-like grin, wanting to snatch away the glory that belonged to him.
Damn it, that cursed Lich.
Hake Stone took a swig of Githyanki blood for himself; it was somewhat fishy, but it had a special flavor that made him take several more sips.
But still, Dragon blood tasted better, blood full of Magic Power was a Vampire’s favorite.
There were no more dragons; they’d been packaged and sold by the Lich. The Dragon Race had it rough, clearly valuable all over, with weeds nourished by dragon dung worth hundreds of Gold Coins, yet they lacked sales channels.