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Chapter 159 Golden Dragon

Chapter 161 Golden Dragon

Thor lifted his head from the lava, his photographic memory instantly reminding him of the promise he had made to those humans: to sell weapons mixed with dragon crystals and sparrowstone for three hundred gold coins each.

In fact, the existence of those merchants in the Underdark had already provided Thor with no shortage of ways to promote his name and make money, so he didn't need to pay attention to those caravans from the past.

But he held onto the idea that even a mosquito's leg is meat, and since he was bored out of his mind, he finally decided to go and meet her.

"Understood. Tell them to wait at the usual place."

"Yes, Your Majesty! Great Dragon Lord!"

Tana flapped her wings and left to obey. After a while, Thor lazily rose from the lava, shook off the residue clinging to his body with a powerful flap of his broad wings, and transformed into a blazing flame that shot straight into the sky.

Alan—or rather, Alan Leoria—was curiously observing her surroundings with her lake-blue eyes.

As the youngest child of the Leoria family, she had always been well protected by her parents. This was her first time traveling far from home, and to the territory of her mortal enemy, so she couldn't help but be filled with curiosity about everything.

The surrounding scenery perfectly matched her imagination of the dragon's territory: endless streams of evil creatures menacingly occupied both sides of the road, thick smoke billowed from a distant volcano, and the air was filled with the smell of sulfur.

The only thing that surprised her was the terraced fields cultivated on the hillside. It was the first time she had ever seen the Red Dragons grow crops on their own territory. Shouldn't savage thugs like them steal food when they needed it?

According to scattered information heard from some itinerant vendors, this red dragon is about fourteen meters long, but it is a teenager.

That's perfect. Let the great Miss Alan teach him a lesson and make him hand over the stolen money. If he's willing to repent and stop doing evil, she'll spare his life. Otherwise, she'll let him taste the power of justice.

The thought of defeating a nemesis he had only heard of in stories and bringing justice to the people filled even the usually composed Alan with excitement.

Her clear eyes looked around expectantly, waiting for the evil dragon to appear and extort the caravan, so that she could suddenly step forward at the most crucial moment and catch him off guard.

Just then, a crimson figure rose from the distant crater, surrounded by raging flames, like a fireball.

Was it the red dragon that appeared? Alan quickly turned his head to look, but then felt a sense of disappointment.

That was nothing more than a dog-headed man with dragon scales, horns, and wings. Although he seemed to be quite strong, he was ultimately a low-level race.

I never imagined that the other party would stoop to such a low level, wasting their precious life essence on a mere kobold. They have absolutely no dignity as a true dragon.

Judging from this, his strength isn't that great, and he doesn't even have a decent group of followers. Those rumors about eternally burning flames and dragon scales as tough as adamantite are obviously exaggerations.

After all, they were just ordinary people, easily frightened by the evil dragon, and had no idea what true power was.

After activating and strengthening the dragon blood within her body, and becoming a complete dragon-blooded kobold, Tana gained two new spell-like abilities in addition to the fireball spell she initially awakened.

One is the dragon breath, a signature feature of the Dragonvein Kobolds, which can spew out a small flame breath like a red dragon, but with much weaker power and duration.

The other is Thor's awakened ability to manipulate mortal fire, allowing him to control natural flames to a certain extent.

As it descended, carrying flames drawn from the volcano, a flicker of fear crossed the eyes of every member of the caravan. This strange monster looked incredibly imposing; regardless of its actual strength, it was likely beyond their capabilities.

The fearful gazes of the crowd filled Tana with a sense of pleasure. Having awakened the blood of the red dragon, she naturally inherited its personality traits.

It looked at these weak humans, arrogantly raised its head, and spoke in a clear voice.

"Great Dragon Lord, you're to wait for me in the valley, woof!"

The dog-headed barking in his voice sounded somewhat comical.

This almost made Alan burst out laughing. Mark, who was standing nearby, reacted quickly and tugged at her. Only then did she realize her disguise and quickly composed herself.

However, this action still caught Tana's attention. Its orange-red vertical pupils looked at the unfamiliar female human, and a sense of fear inexplicably welled up in its heart.

The thought of teaching her a lesson vanished for some reason. He simply shook his head, abandoned the humans, and flew towards the gray dwarves' dwelling.

As the Dragon Lord's closest personal attendant, it must provide the most attentive service to the great Dragon Lord in order to demonstrate its loyalty.

Only then did Mark breathe a sigh of relief, feeling cold sweat on his palms and back, and couldn't help but glare at Alan.

But when he met her deep blue eyes, the anger in his heart suddenly dissipated for some reason, leaving only a sense of helplessness.

"You were too reckless just now. This is a henchman of the evil dragon. Didn't you see its ferocious appearance? It could kill you in one bite—"

The group arrived at the valley as instructed and waited quietly for Thor to arrive.

This wait lasted for several tens of minutes, until some of the weaker guards' legs were so weak from standing that the distant volcano began to move again.

Thick smoke billowed up, and a pillar of crimson fire shot into the sky. Accompanied by a loud dragon's roar, a dazzling shooting star flew in from the horizon.

"I told you! You would definitely come back, and as it turns out, the great Thor is never wrong!"

The arrogant voice came from afar, and a red light quickly expanded, revealing a huge body engulfed in the raging flames.

Alan's pupils suddenly contracted as he watched the red dragon flying in from afar.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Wasn't it supposed to be only fourteen meters long? How come it's almost eighteen meters now?

The original teenage red dragon has directly become a young adult red dragon, with exaggerated metal scales, a wingspan far exceeding that of an ordinary red dragon, and blade-like wings and tail. What's going on?

For a moment, she felt uncertain, thinking that she might not be able to defeat the red dragon, and began to hesitate about whether to reveal her identity.

While she was pondering, Thor, trailing a long, fiery tail, crashed down heavily.

The heavy body landed so hard that it even triggered a small explosion, sending tiny stones flying everywhere, and the scorching wind mixed with dust surging outwards like waves.

His molten gold pupils swept over the caravan members. The immense mental power brought about by the various monster templates gave him extremely high perception, and he instantly sensed that something was wrong.

He spread his wings, abruptly dispersing the dust that rose around him, and strode forward with heavy steps to the woman with long golden hair, taking a deep breath.

"Saffron, incense, and molten gold—look what I've found! A golden loach hiding in the crowd."