Lurice looked at Baron Rod, "What is the cost of becoming the master of the Hawk Clan?"
The Black Pine Ridge army swept over Eagle Ridge with overwhelming power, and Lurice had long received information about the strength of the army.
Exceptionally sharp blades and long spears, armor of unmatched toughness.
Originally, Lurice thought she could rely on the city walls to withstand the army's onslaught, but now she saw this dragon with its wings flapping and its face terrifyingly menacing.
The city walls could block the charging soldiers, but not a dragon that could fly.
Yet Rod offered such "beautiful conditions," the cost of which must be anything but simple.
"You are very clever, Lurice."
Rod looked at Lurice approvingly,
"It's quite simple. From now on, the Hawk Clan will pledge allegiance to me, and I will recognize only you."
"You can continue to manage various affairs of Hawk Ridge, such as farming, mining, and tax collection."
