Chapter 103: Burning Blood

The convoy moved slowly, the sound a dull thud of hooves mixed with the rumbling of wheels over the gravel road.

Seen from afar, a black carriage sat at the center of the procession. The coach was crafted from dark hardwood, its four corners inlaid with bronze decorations. A flag flew from its roof, embroidered with a draconic insignia in dark gold.

It was the mark of Kresol Dragon City.

Over twenty Dragon Race cavalrymen on Firemane Beasts guarded the carriage, moving forward slowly with it, their gazes warily scanning the surroundings.

Bringing up the rear were over a hundred fully-armed Gray Scale-man soldiers.

Anton's gaze fell upon the carriage, but he only watched from a distance, not probing it with his Divine Sense.

Golden Tier experts generally possessed perception far beyond that of ordinary people. Though Divine Sense was formless and intangible, a rash probe was highly likely to be detected, putting their target on guard prematurely.