Blue Dragon Emperor: Lord of Thunder

Chapter 127 Conquering the White Dragon
Golangesus approached the cage where Isis was held, and once again confirmed his brother's identity through the iconic dragon horns that were different from other white dragons.

At this time, Isis was the same as him, with a body length of more than 16 meters.

But the difference is that Golangesas is served by Long's family members and subjects, and each of his scales has been polished smooth and shiny by those mortals.

As for his brother Isis, his body was covered with old and new wounds, his scales were rough and dirty, one of his dragon horns was cut off, and he was carrying a shameful dragon saddle on his back. He even had insulting words written all over his face. Giant language.

Golangesus shuddered. If he hadn't chosen to leave this land of eternal winter decades ago, he might have been one of these humiliated white dragons.

The state of Isis seems to be much worse than other domesticated white dragons, and Golangesas probably knows why.

Isis was the flashiest of their litter of whelps, born the largest, fastest growing, and possessing a pair of beautiful dragon horns.

Generally speaking, white dragon whelps do not have dragon horns.

This made Isis extra proud and self-confident, and it also allowed him to endure the torture and sadism of the frost giants longer than other white dragons.

This will only invite the torment of the frost giants many times more than other white dragons.

Isis woke up several times, and was knocked out by Ron several times. At this time, he had given up resistance, curled up in the cage with dazed eyes, and did not respond to Golangesas' approach.

Taking a deep breath, Golangesas brewed a good mood, lowered his head, approached the cage, and said softly: "Isis, my brother, long time no see, you look bad, remember me? Golang Gesas, your brother..."

"That's enough, Golangesus," Ron interrupted Golangesas's expressive whisper, "Don't act like you are brothers and sisters, don't you white dragons love each other so much? You have the ability to show off, and it is your strong point to show your face in front of the loser."

Golangesus smiled awkwardly, cleared his throat, adjusted his attitude, raised his neck, and squinted at Isis with contemptuous peripheral vision.

"My stupid brother, what's the matter with you? Look at you, it looks like you've been shit on a slime monster, please allow me to call you a disgrace to the real dragon, the scum of the white dragons, See what's written on your neck? 'Warrior Lizard'? What a title! Oh, and your face, 'female'? It's pathetic, it makes me sick to be born with you..."

Golangesus taunted and mocked for five or six minutes, without repeating a word, but Isis's eyes remained unchanged.

Golangesus glanced at Isis's dragon horn on one side, his eyes rolled around, his tone turned cold, and he sneered, "You are just a hunting dog now, and you don't deserve to have the identity of a real dragon. Everything in you that belongs to a real dragon begins with...your dragon horn."

"Fuck you Golangesus, don't touch my horn!"

The numb Isis suddenly jumped up, and slapped Golangesus' claws that had been inserted into the cage with a slap.

Golangesus fired back angrily, slapping Isis with his paws through the bars of the cage.

"Bastard Isis! My mother is not your mother!?"

The two brothers communicated in harmony and friendship.

"Can you still talk?" Ron looked at Isis.

When Ron asked, Isis immediately lowered his eyes, not daring to look at Ron, and said, "You can talk, my lord."

Although Isis's voice was hoarse and his tone of voice was a bit strange because he hadn't communicated in nearly a hundred years, his throat and tongue were a little uncoordinated, but he was speaking pure dragon language right now.

Isis curled up in the cage, with his wings and neck drooping, his head resting on the ground, his eyes looking at the tip of Ron's claws.

This is the posture of the real dragon to express surrender, and it is surrender from the heart.

Before Ron could speak, Isis automatically found his position, which made Ron very satisfied.

Although they have long belonged to Long En's property, no matter whether they agree or not, they must submit to Long En, but being able to take the initiative to express their position also saves Long En a lot of words.

With the persuasion of Isis, who was once also the "White Hound", several young white dragons who had gotten rid of the effects of the hallucinogenic herbs gradually came out of their self-isolation, and bowed to Ron in awe.

An adult white dragon suddenly shed turbid tears from its eyes during the communication with other white dragons, and washed out two tear stains on the mask covered with a thin layer of snow, and then raised its claws to stab at the bottom of its own heart.

That is the position of the base blood vessel, this white dragon already has the will to die.

A bolt of lightning hit the white dragon's claws, blasting the scales on its claws to pieces.

Ron looked down at the white dragon curled up and weeping in the corner of the cage, which was shaken by the power of thunder and lightning, and snorted: "Cowardly guy, where is the pride of a real dragon in you? I saved you from those frost giants just to Are you going to die?"

Ron stared fiercely at the white dragon: "Since you were rescued by me, you all belong to my property of the Lord of Storms. How dare you dispose of my property without permission?"

As Ron expected, this white dragon was not even afraid of death, but after being threatened by Ron's stern voice, it lay on the ground in fear and panic.

The body and mind of these white dragons were destroyed by the Frostaxe clan, and they were more or less mentally ill. With this in mind, Ron could easily control these white dragons.

Of course, all of this must be based on the premise that Long can destroy the Frostaxe clan.

Only by destroying what they fear most can they become an existence that scares them even more.

But mental illness is not a good thing, Ron wants a group of normal subordinates more.

But now is not the time to give them psychological treatment. This kind of matter can be dealt with slowly after bringing all these white dragons back to the territory.

Soon, all the nine white dragons woke up except for the 300-meter-long adult white dragon who had been enslaved for more than 23 years. Without exception, they all expressed their surrender to Long En fearfully.

Compared to being enslaved by the frost giant, at least this time the object of enslaving themselves is also a real dragon, an extremely powerful real dragon, and they have no objection to this.

As for the mature white dragon, he had been taking hallucinogenic herbs for too long. According to other white dragons, because he was the most powerful and fed the most herbs, the remaining medicinal properties should not fade away in a while.

After waiting for another two days, the mature white dragon in the cage still had a dazed gaze, no response to how the other white dragons comforted or even beat him.

Fortunately, the mature white dragons would not attack them either, so Ron directly let several white dragons pull the cage containing the mature white dragons, and flew towards the five white dragons guarded by Xisula.

These five white dragons have not been fed hallucinogenic herbs for a few days, and they have already got rid of the hallucinatory effect. They lay quietly in place without struggling or roaring, thinking about Longsheng in confusion.

The arrival of Long En and the white dragons such as Isis proved that Long En destroyed the Frostaxe clan alone, so that the five white dragons found the backbone of the remaining dragons at once, and immediately pledged their allegiance to Long En.

In the howling cold wind, Ron, who was worshiped by fourteen white dragons, looked extremely majestic, making Xisula, who was watching, seem to see the legendary king of dragons, and his eyes looking at Ron became brighter.

(End of this chapter)