Evolving by devouring from a young dragon

The continent of Ysera is vast and boundless, beyond imagination.

The entire continent is forcibly separated by a vast, endless sea, divided into two major sections—the Western Continent and the Eastern Continent.

The dominant power in the western continent is a magical empire jointly built by humans and dwarves, controlling nearly one-third of the territory.

The remaining lands were partly occupied by numerous small kingdoms and tribes, and the rest were wild lands overrun by magical beasts.

Throughout history, a special profession has always existed on this continent—adventurers.

May the Emperor bless you.

A woman dressed in green cloth smiled and handed a badge to the boy in front of her.

"Hehe, I'm an adventurer too!"

The boy opposite grinned and carefully took the brass badge. He was dressed simply and looked quite young, but his eyes were full of longing.

"Yes, Renn has finally become an adventurer."

A listless elven girl behind him slumped on the table and gave a perfunctory reply.

"After becoming an adventurer, you need a suitable weapon first." A steady voice came from behind him.

"Uh, Uncle Torlin, where are you?" Renn quickly turned around and looked around, but saw nothing.

Suddenly, he felt his trouser leg being gently tugged. Looking down, he saw a short man with a pointed hat and a messy beard looking up at him.

"Haha, sorry, Uncle Torlin," Renn said apologetically, scratching his head.

Tolin was a dwarf.

The average height of dwarfs is only about 1.2 meters, but their lifespan is as long as 400 years.

Torin didn't care at all, and turned to the girl who was lying on the table and shouted, "Lia, wake up, let's go pick out a suitable weapon for Rein."

Leah lazily lifted her eyelids, her pointed ears drooping, looking like she hadn't woken up yet: "Aren't all the weapons in the shop just junk? What's there to pick out..."

"Uncle Torin, are you going to forge my weapon yourself?!"

Ryan's eyes widened suddenly, his young face instantly filled with surprise and anticipation.

Tolin's disheveled beard twitched slightly, his tone carrying the unique pride of a dwarf:

"Hmph, of course. Don't forget, I'm a dwarf."

Dwarves have an innate talent for forging, and many magical technologies were developed by dwarves.

As soon as he finished speaking, Renn eagerly pulled Torin toward the guild entrance, while Lia rubbed her eyes and followed weakly behind.

"Sigh, I wonder when I'll be able to afford it."

As Raine walked down the street, looking at the people dressed in various mechs, he said with some envy.

"Stop dreaming." Leah poked the back of his head with her fingertip, her tone full of sarcasm. "That's equipment that only high-level adventurers are qualified to apply for and purchase."

Renn scratched his head sheepishly; indeed, he was only at the first level.

Because the empire is vigorously developing magical technology, many old artifacts have been phased out, such as pure metal longswords.

Looking at the gleaming iron sword before him, Renn looked surprised and couldn't help but say, "Uh, Uncle Torlin, this must be an old relic from the last era."

To be honest, Renn thought he would get a magic gun, or at least an enchanted longsword, but he didn't expect it to be just an ordinary iron sword.

Who fights Warcraft in melee combat?

Wouldn't it be better to have a gun?

"This isn't an ordinary iron sword. In the past, it was a weapon that could be enchanted at will." Torin frowned, somewhat dissatisfied.

Lia, standing to the side, helplessly touched her forehead, looking as if she had expected this to happen.

"Times have changed, Uncle Tolin..."

Rein spoke up helplessly, but was interrupted by Torin's wide eyes.

"Times have changed? Kid, you don't know anything! True powerhouses never rely on those fancy magical contraptions!"

In fact, there is no difference between magical technology and alchemical tools; both are carriers of magic.

If a distinction must be made, the former leans towards the technological side, while the latter leans towards the mysterious side.

In the end, however, Torin compromised, and they went to the weapon shop and chose a Tier 1 magic pistol.

"Let's set off tomorrow!"

Renn was eager to begin his first adventure.

Leah yawned softly, her delicate face showing a hint of fatigue, but she did not object.

"Hmm, let's go to the Crimson Mountains..."

After a moment of contemplation, Tolin slowly spoke, his tone carrying a strange hint of nostalgia, "Perfect timing, I'm going there to see an old friend."

……

Half a month has passed in the blink of an eye.

Auduin tore off a large piece of still-warm flesh and swallowed it whole.

Feeling the surging and expanding magic power within him, he nodded slightly in satisfaction.

He knew that he was only one step away from breaking through to the fifth rank and advancing to the sixth rank.

He devoured the corpse of the fifth-tier magical beast at his feet in just a few bites. The magical furnace within his body roared wildly, converting all the immense energy into nourishment for himself.

Hunting down one more fifth-tier magical beast would be enough to advance to the sixth tier.

However, he had almost completely slaughtered the high-level magical beasts of the Crimson Mountains, and the remaining ones were mostly hidden away and difficult to find.

During this period, he also subdued several low-level monster tribes and had them help him mine.

Seeing that he had completely conquered the Crimson Mountains, Alduin nodded in satisfaction.

It's time to go see other places.

As for this territory, he gave the giant bear a large amount of Extreme Crystals. With its presence, it would be enough to deal with most of the intruding enemies and high-level magical beasts.

With this thought in mind, Auduin spread his wings and took flight, transforming into a black shadow as he sped away into the distance.

Beyond the Crimson Mountains, across the volcanic plateau, lies a vast, boundless desert.

Yellow sand filled the sky, and the wind howled past, whipping up the sand and gravel. As far as the eye could see, all that could be seen was a vast, desolate golden expanse, with even the horizon tinged with a dim yellow.

Alduin emerged from the shadows, his brow furrowing slightly as he gazed at the endless desert.

This desert is really vast.

Auduin flapped his wings and took to the air, his vertical pupils flashing as he scanned his surroundings.

From high above, the view remained an endless expanse of golden yellow, with no mountains, no vegetation, no living creatures, not even a trace of anything unusual to conceal or track.

There was only yellow sand, howling winds, and an emptiness that seemed capable of swallowing everything.

It seems there's no trace of monsters here.

Auduin was somewhat disappointed.

He had hoped to find prey quickly, but unexpectedly, behind the volcanic plateau lay a desolate desert.

But it will take quite a while to cross this desert.

He hovered in mid-air, looking down at the vast expanse of yellow sand, snorted coldly, then flapped his wings and flew into the depths of the desert without hesitation.

Since there's no prey, let's cross this sandy area first.

After flying for an unknown amount of time, Auduin's vertical pupils flickered slightly, and an oasis appeared ahead.

Looking at the stark green and shimmering water, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, and a sinister smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

The prey has been found!

Auduin then swooped down, but then, something unexpected happened!

A huge figure burst out of the sand beneath his feet and pounced toward Alduin.

But he showed no sign of panic.

The prey has taken the bait.