msmithbooks Chapter 41: Gaining a Firm Foothold
Chapter 41: Gaining a Firm Foothold
"Hiss! Those blue lizards, they're really ruthless!"
"My butt hurts so much."
"Sol! We've done you a huge favor this time, you owe us a satisfactory reward!"
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The three red dragons limped across the wilderness, slowly making their way towards their nest in the oasis.
Behind them lay a scene of utter devastation. Food scraps were scattered haphazardly everywhere, and even the carts used to transport them were wrecked, some still burning fiercely.
There was no true winner in this battle against the Blue Dragon; both sides paid a heavy price, and almost everyone was injured.
However, Thor glanced at the huge wheel in his mind, where his essence balance had reached 22 points, and felt the pain in his body instantly lessen considerably. A pleasant smile appeared on his face.
After this battle, those cowards who only stick together will definitely hate him even more, and the other young dragons will also be wary of him and dare not jump out to cause him trouble again. He can be said to have completely established himself here.
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"Hey! Are you even listening to us?!"
"We've helped you so much, shouldn't you show your appreciation?"
Sistana's voice drew Thor's attention back.
He turned his head to look at the two fledgling dragons on his left and right. Seeing the rolled-up wounds on their bodies, the broken wing bones, and their increasingly round heads, they were clearly badly beaten.
These two blood relatives did perform quite well today.
Thor thought for a moment, then slipped a claw into the shadows inside his wing, mentally exchanged for two dragon crystals, and roared.
"Even without your help, I can defeat those blue cowards."
However, considering that you all played such a tiny, insignificant role, I will take pity on you and reward you with these."
Having said that, he drew his claws from the inside of his wings and casually tossed them to the left and right. The two dragon crystals traced graceful arcs in the air, and were caught precisely by Sistana and Kalp as they leaped up.
Seeing their eyes light up as they tightly stuffed the dragon crystal into the folds of their wings, looking like they were planning to keep it safe, Thor couldn't help but say something with a hint of malice.
"Are you sure you want to keep it? Dragons have a natural affinity for these magical crystals."
Of the twenty-odd young dragons in this oasis, aside from the white dragons, which one of you can defeat? If you don't want to be stolen or robbed, and end up benefiting other dragons, eat them now!
As soon as he finished speaking, he exchanged for a dragon crystal himself, stuffed it into his mouth, and began to chew it vigorously.
The smiles on Sistana and Kalp's faces had now frozen.
Gaining wealth should be an exciting and joyful thing for dragons, but the thought of losing it in the blink of an eye makes them so heartbroken that they can hardly breathe.
But they also knew that, as Thor had said, with so many young dragons around, it would be difficult to keep the magic crystal if they left it behind.
They might as well eat it; at least they could actually feel the benefits of consuming dragon crystals.
As a materialized condensation of ancient dragon and planetary life energy, dragon crystals can stimulate the potential of living beings. If they stay in places with abundant ley line energy for a long time, they may even undergo positive evolution.
The potential of a true dragon goes without saying; if one traces its bloodline back, one can even trace it back to the legendary Nine-Faced Dragon God.
Thor was able to have a size comparable to other true dragons and young dragons even in his hatchling stage. In addition to the enhancement brought by the biological template, the long-term use of dragon crystals was also a very important factor.
Seeing the pained expressions on the faces of his two cheap blood relatives, as if they were taking poison, he struggled to swallow the dragon crystal he was holding in his paws.
Thor couldn't help but show a thoughtful expression. It seemed that only wealth could truly stir the emotions of the young dragons.
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Back in the cave he had dug in the Gobi Desert, Thor immediately collapsed to the ground in a spread-eagle position, his whole body aching as if he had been run over by a truck.
Fortunately, the dragon's regenerative ability is not to be underestimated. As long as there is no magical energy on the wound that hinders healing, even the most severe injuries can heal themselves.
Just three days later, Thor's broken bones had automatically healed, and the torn muscles and skin had grown granulation tissue, connecting with each other and leaving only pale pink scars.
Two days later, new scales began to grow on the surface of those light pink scars. They looked bright red and thin, quite different from the old scales.
But as time goes by, various minerals slowly fill in, and before long, they will become exactly the same as the old scales, with no difference whatsoever.
On the seventh day, when Thor heard the melodious sound of the bull horn again, he immediately knew that the kobolds and orcs who came to feed him had returned.
Thanks to his excellent flying ability, he was still among the first young dragons to arrive.
His sharp eyes swept over the food piled up on the cart, and this time, he chose two adult wild deer.
The Red Dragon's physique is indeed the strongest among all five-colored dragons.
The blue dragon hatchlings that arrived later glared at Thor with resentment, but most of them had not yet fully healed their wounds, and some had lost their scales, looking as if they had been gnawed by dogs and were bald.
Thor glanced at them disdainfully, and in front of them, began to tear large chunks of venison.
After the previous battle, almost all the young dragons knew his strength and crazy personality, and no one dared to provoke him anymore.
Soon, almost all the flesh and blood from the two deer had been eaten by Thor, and his stomach was so full that he could eat no more.
It was only then that Sistana and Kalp arrived, belatedly.
These two were a year younger than the other young dragons; their wings were not fully developed, and their flight speed was even slower than that of the white dragon.
Seeing the food around them already occupied, the scales on the brow bones of the two baby dragons instantly furrowed, unsure of where to begin.
Their bewildered expressions were like those of kittens who couldn't get milk, making Saul, who was leisurely picking his teeth nearby, shake his head in disbelief.
These two idiots are nothing like me. It's hard to believe that they have the same blood as me.
Thor then swaggered to his feet, glanced around, walked straight to a green dragon hatchling, and roared.
"Green reptile, great Thor has set his sights on the food before you! Hand it over now!"
The green dragon, now under scrutiny, raised its long neck, its eyes flickering a few times on its hornless, snake-like head, before finally walking away without a word.
Although she was a bit taller than Thor, she was far less robust.
Judging from the fact that this red dragon can spew poisonous smoke, my own venomous breath probably won't be very effective. Once a fight breaks out, I'll be the one who suffers.
Knowing you can't win but still forcing a fight is not in line with the survival wisdom of a green dragon.
They prefer to remain patient and yielding for the time being, waiting in the shadows to launch a fatal attack.