Legend of Dragon Son-in-law-Chapter 1320: Attack!

Gurgle!

From inside the off-road vehicle, Julius Reed sipped on goji berry water, starting to ponder over the Divine Dragon Tripod.

He had some impression of such a treasure.

Amnesia is a strange thing.

So strange, it’s as if it’s been precisely sealed away.

Even though he could remember the years before and after, that middle part just eluded him.

But based on the fragmented memories, Julius Reed knew that the real significance of the Divine Dragon Tripod was not confined to the medicinal tripod in his hands.

At least the Dragon King Ring was a part of it.

To concoct medicines, a tripod needs a source of heat.

And the Evil Qi within the Dragon King Ring could provide a continuous supply of energy for it.

But where were the other parts...

Headache.

Yet ultimately, having the most crucial medicinal tripod in his hands saved a lot of trouble.

In the eyes of others, the Divine Dragon Tripod was just a tripod.

But a tripod alone is useless.

To concoct life-prolonging pills, the full set of items is essential.

He has the real tripod, but lacking a decoy to mislead others...

After some thought, Julius Reed sent a text message to Nelson.

The signal in the Northern Border was poor; the text took a long time and still didn’t send.

In the end, he was only able to contact Nelson through a satellite phone.

The task was simple: spread the news that the Divine Dragon Tripod was in The North Sea.

Divert attention.

Goji berries are a kind of magical thing.

As the aroma of goji berries wafted through the vehicle from Julius Reed’s Divine Dragon Tripod,

Gabriel Abernathy silently took out her thermos, unscrewed the lid, and took a sip.

"You’re a tea drinker, aren’t you?" Julius Reed looked at her with some surprise: "Why are you drinking goji berry water too?"

"How do you drink!" Gabriel Abernathy was still vexed, clearly not having moved on from her anger about the ’beauty with no brains’ comment.

"I’m old, it’s health preservation!" Julius Reed felt speechless: after all the lifetimes he’d lived, he certainly counted as an elder.

But Gabriel Abernathy was clearly a young girl; why was she joining in on this?

"Mad Dragon, heading to Deep Cold’s headquarters fortress, less than ten kilometers away, there will be danger if we continue." Templeton Lena stopped the car, turned to look at Julius Reed: "As the martial world’s Boss, their weapons are very advanced. I’m afraid just going a bit further, we will be subjected to bombardment."

Using the previously obtained location information of Deep Cold’s headquarters fortress, along with satellite positioning, it was easy to deduce the distance between them.

Seven Clouds Academy, as the former King of the martial world, knew quite a lot about Deep Cold, an emerging power.

In the years that Marshal has ruled the martial world, many defenses were bought to guard the headquarters fortress.

Rushing in rashly would certainly lead to heavy casualties.

"We The North Sea..." Julius Reed started to say but stopped halfway, realizing he asked the wrong person.

In the car, except for Gabriel Abernathy, everyone else was from Seven Clouds Academy.

"Wait here for me."

He pushed open the car door and walked straight to the back.

"Son-in-law!"

Seeing Julius Reed get out of the car, a line of vehicles from The North Sea immediately approached with a naval officer.

"What are your orders?" The officer pulled his neck back forcefully, seeming quite fearful of the severe cold of the Northern Border.

In the blizzard with temperatures of negative forty degrees, ordinary people simply couldn’t withstand it.

"Do we have any weapons in our navy?" Julius Reed asked.

The naval officer in front of him was an important member in charge of coordinating The North Sea naval forces, familiar with The North Sea’s battle readiness.

"The last five trucks contain the latest weapons researched by The North Sea navy," said the naval officer, pulling his hands into his sleeves and shivering.

Having said that, a layer of frost had already formed on his face: "Son-in-law, shall we talk inside the car?"

It’s not that the North Sea naval officer couldn’t withstand the cold—it was just that it was far too cold outside!

"Let’s go!"

Julius Reed followed the officer onto a spacious chariot behind them and began detailed communications.

A ten-kilometer journey to the Deep Cold headquarters fortress was certain to be anything but easy.

Just the bombardment alone would be enough to deal with.

In just five short minutes, the officer from The North Sea had explained all the weapons he carried in a way that was easy to understand.

Even someone like Julius Reed, who had never taken the time to learn such things, could understand what was meant.

"How long can we fight?"

Julius Reed looked at the officer.

"Use up everything?" The officer was somewhat surprised: "Aren’t we supposed to fire in waves? It’s snowing heavily here, and without the enemy’s exact location, the effect could be unimaginably poor; charging in would be suicide."

After a brief hesitation, he spoke up: "Sir, I don’t agree with such reckless action."

"You’re very frank." Julius Reed did not chastise him but spoke with heartfelt seriousness: "But you don’t understand the world of the strong. Give me a snowmobile, and five minutes after I leave, bombard them with everything you’ve got! Hold nothing back!"

Whoosh!

Without giving the officer any chance to argue, Julius Reed got out of the car and closed the door.

Decisive and clean-cut.

"Boss, what should we do?" asked the deputy officer at the driver’s seat: "If we fire everything off, we’ll either all die under the Deep Cold castle, or we’ll have to retreat. Forgive my bluntness, but in all the years I’ve fought, this is the first time I’ve seen this strategy."

"Shut up!" The officer took a deep breath and forcefully pounded his right leg: "Do it! There’s someone else to take the fall if things go south, why should we worry!"

After speaking, he grabbed the military coat beside his seat and hurriedly put it on.

At the same time, he pulled out a walkie-talkie and said: "Get into winter gear, ready for battle!"

Within a mere minute, the sailors of The North Sea donned their padded coats, windproof goggles, and face masks, beginning to move weapons.

The continuous snowfall and the extreme cold posed great difficulties for their operations.

There was at least half a meter of snow on the ground. Had the convoys not been modified for travel in snowy terrain, they probably couldn’t have entered the Northern Border at all.

Before long, they finished their installation and were ready to commence the shelling.

Julius Reed sat alone on the snowmobile, gestured to the officer through the window, and then sped away.

Heading towards the Deep Cold headquarters fortress.

"Three, two, one, fire!" Five minutes after he left, the officer climbed a ladder, standing at the top and watching his watch, then suddenly swung his hand down!

"Fire!"

Below, a signal flag was waved!

Boom!

"Damn!" The officer’s body went numb, almost falling from the top.

The unstable snow beneath changed trajectory during the firing!

And the direction was alarmingly close to Julius Reed!

"May the heavens bless him, do not let any harm come to the Sir!"

The officer’s face turned pale all at once.

The chances were slim, but he hoped for the best...

At the same time!

In front of the Deep Cold headquarters fortress.

Ragweed King, wearing a cotton hat, stood on the city ramparts with a serious expression.

With high-precision binoculars, he had already spotted a black dot through the falling snow.

"Report! Target spotted five kilometers away, should we attack?" A sentry immediately came up to report.

With the radar, the sentry detected the target at once.

Without waiting for his order, Ragweed King had already seen the solitary chariot.

"Eliminate him..." But before he could finish his sentence, he was stunned!

Boom!

A loud explosion.

The snow was blasted tens of meters into the air!