69novels Chapter 220 Blue Dragon Raid
Chapter 220 Blue Dragon Raid
Chapter 220 Blue Dragon Raid
"Dig faster! If you slack off, you'll taste the power of the whip!"
"What Blue Dragon? Bah! You're nothing but a slave to be driven around. Know your place!"
"What? Don't want to eat potatoes and corn? Still thinking about eating meat?"
"The great Dragon Lord is merciful, which is why he has bestowed food upon you. How dare you disobey this kindness and be so picky? Guards! Beat him to death!"
Nefalik huddled in the shadows at the foot of the mountain, the chains binding him rattling softly in the night wind.
Even after all this time, the iron nails driven into his bones still cause him occasional, dull pain. But what he finds even more unbearable than this physical suffering is the wanton humiliation inflicted by the inferior beings around him.
That damned red dragon! They chained him up like a dog and handed him over to those scumbag kobolds to drive!
If he ever manages to break free, he will take his revenge, tearing off each of their red scales, cutting them to pieces, and devouring them alive!
And then there's that bitch Leilia. I've been pursuing her for so long, but she's always been indifferent and puts on a cold and aloof act.
But when faced with that damned red dragon, it immediately became wagging its tail and begging for mercy, like a female dog in heat.
When the time comes, he will definitely ravage her, pinning her down while making her watch the red dragon being torn to pieces!
Endless resentment surged in Nefarian's heart, and silent, vicious curses kept welling up from the depths of his soul.
It seemed that only in this way could his heart find a moment of solace, temporarily forget his miserable experience, and barely get a moment of peace.
Unfortunately, this false comfort is as fragile as a bubble; it doesn't even need anyone to pop it, it will shatter instantly as soon as the sun shines on it.
He wished the sun would rise later tomorrow so he wouldn't have to face the taunts of those damned kobolds and grey dwarves.
Or perhaps, the great Empress Tiamat will have mercy and save herself from this predicament.
As if the gods had truly heard his prayers, a soft sound of footsteps suddenly reached Nefarian's ears.
The wrinkles on the sides of his head immediately stood up, and he suddenly raised his head, looking over with his dark yellow pupils.
A figure completely wrapped in a cowhide cloak strode forward. He was about to bare his teeth and issue a threat when he suddenly sensed a familiar presence.
Nefarik stared wide-eyed in disbelief, his lips trembling slightly as he managed to squeeze out two words.
"Father?"
The voice was as soft as a wisp of smoke, as if afraid of disturbing this beautiful dream.
The newcomer nodded slightly, removed his hood, and revealed a face that exuded a somewhat sinister aura.
His eyes, gleaming with an eerie light, swept over the chains binding Nefalik, his face devoid of any pity.
"Useless trash! Look at yourself now, like a tamed wild dog! You're a disgrace to the Blue Dragon bloodline!"
The merciless rebuke made Nefalik lower his head, but the other party changed the subject and continued.
"But since you are my son, as your father, I have an obligation to help you out of this predicament. However, before that, I have some questions for you. Currently, within this territory—"
As he spoke, one of Kalendak's arms suddenly transformed into a massive dragon claw, grabbing Nefarian's chains and dragon-sealing nails and yanking them outwards.
Large amounts of blood and bits of flesh were ripped out, along with long steel nails.
The intense pain almost made Nefalik scream, but another huge claw gripped his throat tightly.
What's the most intriguing thing about a dragon? Is it its enormous size? Its immense strength? Or its destructive breath?
The answer is none of these. What intrigues people most about a dragon is always that treasure trove that appears in countless legends and stories, symbolizing overnight riches.
As a red dragon, Thor naturally had his own treasure trove. The gold coins he earned from merchants, the taxes he collected, and the gems and precious minerals offered as tribute by his men were all hidden in a secret corner of the volcano.
But there was one most valuable item that was not put into the treasure vault: the blue dragon's horn.
After all, it contains pure lightning elements, which conflict with the fire and earth elements in magma. If it is stored in a volcano for a long time, it will not only quickly lose its activity, but also lose a lot of power.
Normally, it is placed on a mountaintop far from the volcano, where it is preserved by using the Azure Thunder Crystal and a long lightning rod to continuously absorb lightning elements from the outside world.
After Thor fell into a deep sleep, the priceless horn immediately attracted the covetous eyes of many, but Alan forcefully blocked it away.
She even moved her den here to guard against thieves.
However, tonight, the golden dragon coiled in the stone palace suddenly opened its eyes.
A powerful aura is approaching, and the spells set up around the area have been triggered, sending out warnings continuously.
What's going on? Is it some creature trying to steal something, or a powerful enemy invading? Judging from this evil aura—
Before Ailan could react, a thunderous roar echoed across the sky.
The rolling sound waves spread wildly in all directions, creating clear, distorted ripples in the air. Lightning flashed across the dark night, illuminating a blue figure.
The enormous blue dragon swooped down from the sky, its target the stone box containing the single horn on the mountaintop below.
The dragon-vein kobolds guarding the side felt a fierce aura pressing down on them, as if their entire bodies were carrying a thousand-pound weight, and they couldn't help but kneel down.
At the critical moment, a fierce rage suddenly exploded in their hearts, and the raging flames swept across like wildfire, making them feel instantly lighter.
Without time to think, they instinctively raised their claws and pointed upwards, uttering short syllables as the pellets, mixed with bat guano and sulfur, shot out as flames.
Faced with these fireballs, each capable of wiping out an entire squad of gnolls or goblins, the massive blue dragon swooping down from above neither dodged nor evaded, its blue scales flashing with a deep, eerie light as it slammed down directly.
The next instant, a huge explosion rang out in mid-air, and billowing flames engulfed an area of nearly 20 meters in radius, illuminating the entire mountaintop.
A ferocious dragon head pierced through the smoke and gunpowder, showing no signs of injury, not even a scratch on its scales.
Kalendak hadn't expected things to go so smoothly. Not only did he easily find his only remaining blood relative, but even his severed horn was displayed there openly.
At this moment, he was only one step away from success, as if he could take back everything he had lost with a gentle grab.
However, at that moment, a bright flash suddenly appeared before Kalendak's eyes, and the countless lights and shadows gathered at an incredible speed into a tall and agile figure.
A long tail lashed out, golden rings jingling as it dragged along a dazzling river of light.
"You despicable blue dragon! Don't even think about stealing anything under my nose!"
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