The Deadly Assassin Robin novel Chapter 1205

Amidst the ancient dragon peak of Borealis' Dragon Mountain in Draconia, fierce winds howled through the air, blanketing the entire landscape in thick snow.

Trees, buildings—everything lay beneath a frozen layer of white.

A blood-red flag, adorned with stars, stood defiantly against the fierce snowstorm. It was the only thing still flying in the raging winds.

In just ten days, four of the esteemed Eight Kings—Lord Westeria, Lord Centara, Lord Northville, and Lord Southville—had perished.

Lord Northlorn had suffered a heart attack and remained in critical condition, clinging to life in intensive care. Meanwhile, Lord Quintana had suffered a stroke, leaving him paralyzed and unconscious.

Only Lord Southmere was still alive.

A somber mood enveloped Draconia.

Inside the Dragon Soul Council Hall at the Dragon Palace, the Twelve Great Warriors of Dragon Soul sat in silence, their faces clouded with anger and frustration.

For a long time, no one spoke. Then, unable to contain himself any longer, Flint shot to his feet, slamming his fist on the table. "Jack, if we keep sitting here doing nothing, where is our pride?

"Years ago, the Dragon Manor was wiped out. After 20 years of empty discussions, the world simply moved on!

"And now, Young Lord Dragon's descendant is being tormented in Snow Valley by those scoundrels, and we don't even know if he's still alive! Yet here we are, sitting comfortably, pretending it isn't happening. How are we supposed to face ourselves?

"Jethro delivered a firm warning to the world ten days ago, yet certain factions have blatantly ignored it. They've continued to bombard Snow Valley with missiles!

"What does that tell you? They're mocking us!

"If we don't follow through on our threats, we'll be humiliated, made to look like fools!

"Ten days! For ten whole days, Snow Valley has been under missile fire, and our so-called leadership has remained silent.

"No statements. No countermeasures. Nothing!"

Flint grabbed the order letter, shaking it in frustration. "And this? It forbids us from speaking out in the media or leaving Dragon Palace.

"What kind of nonsense is this? Instead of standing strong, they tell us to stay quiet. What are they so afraid of?

"If we keep cowering like this, we'll be the laughingstock of the world!

"We hold weapons that could shake the earth, yet we still have to tiptoe around, afraid to offend? What's the point of all this if we lack the courage to act?

"Damn it! We should be bold and fearless, not hesitant and weak! I'm done sitting here waiting for permission!"

With a deafening crack, Flint slammed the table with such force that it shattered.

"Flint, calm down a bit!" Jack frowned.

"Calm down? I've been holding it in for 20 years!" Flint tore off his battle uniform in frustration.

"Master Ramsey has the guts to act. His mission is to avenge the Dragon Manor, and I understand his reasons!

"He's been facing relentless missile attacks, and they expect us to just sit still? I refuse to listen to their cowardly orders anymore!"

Jack placed a firm hand on Flint's shoulder. "I agree with you. Whether Master Ramsey survives or not, we can't let this insult stand!

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