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Deep within the Monster Mountains.

The edge of the cold pool.

"Stop yelling."

I won't kill you.

Raven slammed his greatsword into the ground.

He crossed his arms and looked down at the frost dragon.

The Frost Dragon paused for a moment.

The resentment in his eyes turned into doubt, and then into vigilance.

Not kill?

These greedy humans, why don't they kill dragons for their crystal cores, or skin them alive to make armor?

There's definitely a conspiracy!

Raven sat cross-legged in front of the dragon's nose, ignoring how chilling the breath it exhaled was.

"How about we make a deal?"

He patted the dragon's nose.

This action was extremely frivolous; under normal circumstances, the Frost Dragon would have swallowed him whole.

But now.

We are at their mercy, like fish on a chopping board.

The dragon could only angrily exhale, making Raven's hair a mess.

"Don't get so angry."

"I see you have extraordinary potential; you'd make a great mount. Why don't you come and join me from now on?"

Raven smiled, completely unconcerned.

The air froze instantly.

The frost dragon's vertical pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints.

anger.

Extreme anger.

This is more insulting to a dragon than killing it!

It is a noble frost dragon!

Although it is not a sacred beast, it is by no means something that lowly humans can trample underfoot!

"roar!"

The dragon let out a roar.

Even if seriously injured, even if unable to move.

It used all its strength to stretch its neck forward, trying to bite off the arrogant human's throat.

Raven pressed one finger against its palate.

A burst of fighting spirit erupted.

They forcefully blocked that giant mouth.

"What's the rush?"

Raven curled his lip.

"I know that you dragons are arrogant and think that humans have short lifespans and weak strength, and are not worthy of you."

"But have you ever considered how long you think you could live if I didn't kill you?"

The frost dragon stopped struggling.

Its eyes flickered.

This is deep within the Warcraft Mountains.

Although it is the overlord, there are many magical beasts eyeing its territory.

Now that it is critically injured and dying, the smell of blood has long since spread.

Once Raven leaves.

Those magical beasts that usually hide from it will definitely swarm it and tear it to pieces.

Dragon meat is also a highly nutritious food for other magical beasts.

Seeing the dragon remain silent, Raven knew it had listened.

"Alive..."

"Only then will we have a chance for revenge, a chance to wash away our shame, right?"

"Besides, am I really doing you a disservice by being my magical pet?"

Raven patiently coaxed him, like a strange uncle trying to trick a child with a lollipop.

Upon hearing this...

The frost dragon rolled its eyes.

The meaning is quite clear!

nonsense!

You're a level nine human warrior!

Although it's powerful, its lifespan is only a few hundred years!

"When you die of old age, I, the dragon, will die with you. Are you kidding me?"

Raven seemed to understand its gaze.

He stood up and patted the dirt off his backside.

That lazy demeanor suddenly vanished.

An indescribable sharpness emanated from him.

"Let's get to know each other again."

Raven looked into the dragon's eyes, his tone eerily calm.

"Raven Bartley".

"I'm eighteen years old this year."

The frost dragon's enormous eyes nearly popped out.

Eighteen years old?

Although it is not very accurate in judging human age.

But he also knew that any human who could reach the peak of level nine was either thirty-four or even over a hundred years old.

Eighteen years old?

In the dragon race's concept, this thing has only been hatched for a few days, right?

"You heard me right, eighteen years old."

Raven stretched out his hand, showing off his young, supple skin and vibrant life force.

"An eighteen-year-old peak level nine warrior."

"How long do you think it will take me to reach the Saintly Realm?"

"Three years? Five years? Or ten years?"

With each word Raven spoke, his aura grew stronger.

That confidence wasn't feigned; it was an arrogance ingrained in his very being.

The frost dragon's breathing became rapid.

It may be arrogant, but it's not stupid.

Eighteen years old, peak level nine...

This is an extremely rare occurrence in human history.

With such talent, as long as he doesn't perish halfway through, reaching the Holy Realm is almost a certainty.

even……

Become a god!

That is the ultimate dream of all living things.

Even for dragons, becoming a god is as difficult as ascending to heaven.

But if you were to follow a god-level powerhouse...

That's not shameful at all; on the contrary, it's the greatest honor!

When one person attains the Tao, the chicken and the dog ascend to heaven.

The same goes for dragons.

Raven keenly noticed the wavering in the dragon's eyes.

He decided to add fuel to the fire.

"The reason I'm stuck at level nine!"

"Because I'm waiting for the right opportunity!"

"I'm not in a hurry to make a breakthrough; I want to lay a solid foundation."

"Follow me, and I'll get you not only a Saint-level magic core, but even a god-level essence."

Raven made a grand promise.

This is the essence of the workplace that Lei Wen learned in his previous life.

Regardless of whether it can be achieved, let's at least make the pie in the sky first.

For a country bumpkin dragon that has never seen much of the world and only knows how to fight and kill all day, this move is simply a dimensional reduction attack.

godhead……

The frost dragon swallowed hard.

Although it didn't know what divinity tasted like, it sounded very sophisticated.

It looked at the tiny human being before it.

Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting a golden glow on Raven.

Eighteen years old.

Peak of level nine.

This potential is definitely worth taking a gamble on.

The lives of dragons are long and boring.

Witnessing the birth of a god would seem like a very interesting thing.

the most important is……

It's really in pain right now and it doesn't want to die.

If refused, this human would definitely chop it up without hesitation.

Although he just said he wouldn't kill, human words are deceitful.

The dragon lowered its proud head.

It let out a low whimper, a sign of submission.

Raven laughed.

This time, the smile was much more genuine.

"clever."

"From now on, you'll be called Xiaobai."

Raven stepped forward and placed his palm on the dragon's cold forehead.

The voice just fell.

The frost dragon suddenly raised its head, its eyes wide open.

noob?

What a terrible name!

It is a frost dragon, with its own unique name.

Even if Raven wants to give it a new name, can't he give it something more imposing?

For example, Wings of Destruction, Lord of Frost, or something like that?

noob?

Does this sound like a word?

Just as it was about to protest, it saw Raven's hand pressing slightly on its forehead.

A dangerous aura wafted over.

"What's wrong?"

"dislike?"

Raven's voice was very gentle.

But to the dragon's ears, it sounded like the whispers of a demon.

"Waaah..."

The dragon chickened out.

So be it, I'm a newbie.

A name is just a label; being alive is the most important thing.

"Alright."

"Get up and get to work."

"I am not a magician."

"Therefore, you shall cast the contract."

See the Frost Dragon's reaction.

Raven nodded in satisfaction, then gave the instructions.

When humans sign a contract with a magical beast, a magical contract needs to be set up.

But Raven is not a magician and cannot cast such a magical contract.

But the Frost Dragon is different.

These high-level magical beasts are born with the ability to cast magical contracts.