Chapter 376: King of the Wind Eagles

"The King of the Wind Spirits?" Muria furrowed his brows, listening to the report from the cloud giant commander Abut, and asked expressionlessly, "You didn't see this Elf King?"

"Your Highness Muria, according to the descriptions of my kin living on those cloud islands, the Elf King is currently in a deep slumber. Based on their descriptions, I found the place where the Elf King sleeps, but the winds surrounding him are too strong for me to break through."

"Too strong a wind?" Hearing this reason from his giant commander for not being able to complete the investigation task perfectly, Muria fell silent for a moment. "So, you mean to say you did not see what this Elf King actually looks like?"

"I am incapable."

"The storm giants couldn't break through either?"

"They all tried, but no, they couldn't." The cloud giant commander knelt on one knee on the ground, offering his speculation, "Based on our estimates, to break through the wind barrier formed by the natural dispersal of power when the Wind Spirit King sleeps, one would need a soul at the pinnacle of spirit, or even legendary power."

"Is that so? That's beyond your capabilities then." Muria was somewhat helpless, to be honest. He had not expected a group of golden-level and eleven soul-level giants to fail even a simple reconnaissance mission.

"Your Highness, although we did not see the true form of the Wind Spirit King, based on descriptions from the island's original intelligent inhabitants, we have drawn a sketch and crafted a large model of what the Elf King might look like as a reference."

"Let me see."

Then, a three-meter-tall giant model was placed in front of Muria, crafted by these cloud giants. In addition to this, there were drawings made by the cloud giants based on descriptions of the Elf King.

"What is this?" Muria was somewhat shocked as he looked at the drawings and model before him, depicting a majestic bird-like creature, its form akin to a phoenix, pure white and imbued with an ethereal grace.

"King of the Wind Eagles?" Muria stared uncertainly at the sculpture, his expression becoming grave as he waved his hand, "Your task is completed; I will handle it from here."

Having guessed the identity of the lord of these cloud islands, Muria dismissed the cloud giant commander and pondered for a moment before having Mia send for the ancient dragons who had moved their lairs to the Kingdom of Lockman.

Shortly afterward, seven ancient dragons in human form, each with a distinct aura, flew into the palace. Ah, and three dragons had gone with King Magni to the Sherman Duchy to deal with a spatial rift and would return soon.

"Prince Muria, what is it that you called us here for?" A bronze ancient dragon, transformed into a beautiful woman, smiled at Muria.

With Muria's lineage, current strength, and the assets and authority he possessed, it was appropriate for these ancient dragons to address him with respect. Especially since this prince was very generous with his payments, something the dragons greatly appreciated.

"Take a look." Muria, without much formality, briefly explained the situation and pointed to the images and the handcrafted model crafted by the cloud giants.

"Is this the King of the Wind Eagles?" Most of the dragons were puzzled, not knowing what creature this so-called King of the Wind Spirits was, only an ancient gold dragon in the form of an old man with white hair and a long beard voiced his uncertain query.

"..." When the gold dragon expressed his guess, the room fell into an unusual silence, as if the name 'King of the Wind Eagles' held a peculiar kind of magic.

"Impossible, a being of legend..."

"Lord Bast, my guess is the same as yours." Muria listened to the ancient gold dragon Bast's conjecture and slowly nodded his head. "The creatures living on the cloud islands call it the King of the Wind Spirits. Given the King of the Wind Eagles' strength and its mastery over the wind element, it's a fitting title."

Hearing Muria affirm Bast's guess, the other six dragons still wore expressions of disbelief. This being, which even gods would hesitate to provoke, mentioned only in a few legendary tales, was now being discussed openly.

"Nothing is impossible." Muria smiled, "Such beings are rare, not nonexistent. If we're lucky enough to encounter one, it shouldn't be too surprising."

"Would you all be interested in meeting this being from the sea, this King of the Wind Eagles?" Muria asked with a smile. He planned to visit this scion of the world's offspring with the ancient dragons in a friendly manner.

The King of the Wind Eagles, once a suppressor of ancient turmoil and one of the six great beasts that repaired the fractured world. The Wind Eagle appearing above the western sea of the Lockman Kingdom was likely one of the few descendants

 of the original ancestor, not the primal beast itself.

"Of course, we are interested." All the ancient dragons expressed their willingness to accompany Muria. Most had never seen any of the descendants of the six world-repairing beasts in their lifetimes.

Thinking about the progenitor beasts was pointless; except for those who lived from the ancient times to the present, no one had seen them, not even the gods. To see one of their descendants was fortunate enough.

For instance, the father-son duo of Land Emperor Turtles in the land of the Titans — in all of Erathia, how many could venture there with enough strength just to take a peek? Practically none.

So the dragons were also very curious.

...

"Now I believe that it is indeed the legendary King of the Wind Eagles living there." Over the boundless ocean, an ancient dragon looked at the vast expanse of cloud islands wrapped in hurricanes, unable to hide his shock.

The more one knew and saw, the more one could feel how incredible the expanse of this wind barrier was.

"The arrival of a god in true form is nothing less than this!" The ancient gold dragon Bast gazed at the chaotic layers of cloud islands, sincerely admiring.

"Prince Muria! Have you considered what the appearance of a Wind Eagle here represents?" Bast suddenly turned, his question serious.

"..." Muria fell silent; he had indeed considered it. The original six great beasts were born from the world's furious will due to severe destruction, endowed with the authority to repair the world and the power to suppress all disturbances.

Their descendants had similar abilities, though on a somewhat lesser scale.

A Wind Eagle appearing on the western border of the Lockman Kingdom and moving toward the kingdom implied rather ominous possibilities.

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