Chapter 887: Chapter 570, Engaging with the Dragon Clan_3
Beata’s chest heaved dramatically as she coldly glanced at the spot where those people had vanished.
In a cool voice, she said, “Let’s head back first.”
Having said that, she took out a scroll.
The middle-aged man immediately leaped aside and picked up the injured ‘Aerygon’, moving closer to the girl again.
The girl fully unfolded the scroll, and a golden Array swiftly took shape.
The figures of the three disappeared from the spot.
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A large number of personnel rushed into the hall, now resembling ruins.
Well-equipped guards, as well as a countless number of ‘Valkyrie’ constructs.
The guards enclosed the scene, but no one was in sight anymore.
At that moment, an exceptionally handsome elf slowly walked out from among the guards.
Silver-white long hair, delicate facial features.
At first glance, it was hard to tell if the individual was male or female.
[Forest Guardian – Tyrion (Dark Gold Third-Tier Hero)].
A Dark Gold level hero.
Behind this person followed individuals of various races, many of whom were heroes of orange level.
This magnificent assembly would have made it truly difficult for the parties involved in the recent skirmish to leave had they not already done so.
Tyrion’s icy gaze swept over the ruins, with a dark expression on his face.
It had taken less than 10 minutes to arrive here after receiving the notification.
The scene had already turned into what it was now.
A guard ran over and reported, “My lord, people from both sides used teleportation to leave.”
“Hmph! Daring to cause trouble in the Trade Alliance, they’ve got some nerve!” Tyrion said, hands clasped behind his back, and continued, “Disperse the crowd; get the auction’s person in charge to bring information about the two fighting parties, and go to the main hall.”
“Yes, my lord.”
The guards quickly dispersed to clean up the mess.
Wadey, somewhat dumbfounded, looked at the ruins before him.
He had only met three transmigrators here, and two of them had just torn apart the auction house.
“That, that transmigrator— who is he that he actually fought with the Dragon Clan?” a transmigrator woman asked at that moment.
Wadey opened his mouth to say ‘Fu Lei’ but the next second, he said, “I don’t know him.”
The battlefield was quite evident.
The highly-touted ‘Aerygon’ had lain lifeless throughout the entire ordeal, presenting as critically injured upon emerging from the elevator.
Whereas the ‘Fu Lei’, who seemed to understand nothing and even needed some knowledge to be imparted by others, had fought with the Dragon Clan for several rounds.
“What exactly is going on?”
Under the guards’ ushering, the dazed crowd was dispersed.
Wadey and the woman, along with their respective races, left the scene.
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Trade Alliance, the main guarding hall.
A group of people sat grim-faced around a long table.
The auction hall being smashed up at the end of the spring auction was a very serious matter for the Trade Alliance.
It hadn’t happened in over a hundred years.
At the head of the table sat an old Goblin with black-framed glasses.
After listening to everyone’s reports, he spoke, “Are you saying that it was the Dragon Clan causing trouble again this time?”
Guard Commander Tyrion immediately replied, “Yes, it was Beata from the Dragon Clan, and the other was a transmigrator’s power, from residence 032.”
The leading Goblin didn’t say anything.
But the rest had already started discussing among themselves.
In the discussions, one could hear comments on how the Dragon Clan had gone too far and caused trouble again.
Clearly, fighting at the Trade Alliance headquarters was not the first occurrence for the Dragon Clan.
After some time, the leading Goblin continued to ask, “Tyrion, as the commander in charge of the garrison this time, what are your thoughts?”
Tyrion thought for a moment, then spoke softly, “Since the Dragon Clan is powerful, we should still opt for a conciliatory approach in resolving this. As for the transmigrator, I believe we can be firmer, at the very least the cost for repairing the entire hall should be borne by someone.”
The leading Goblin nodded, “I’ll leave it to you to handle this, Tyrion.”
“Understood!”