Evolving by devouring from a young dragon

The stone statue's giant fist slammed down on Alduin, but he neither dodged nor avoided it, letting the giant fist fall on him.

A dull thud resounded, sending rubble flying all around, but Alduin's massive body remained completely still, and the scales on his body did not dent in the slightest.

Then he raised his claws and swung them, his thick dragon tail sweeping across, instantly tearing the stone statue in front of him into pieces.

Debris flew everywhere, and in an instant, several giant fists from the remaining golems slammed into the dragon's body, producing only a few dull thuds. Alduin remained unmoved, not a single mark left on his dragon scales.

Seeing this, they all threw punches at Alduin, but how powerful was his physical body?

In an instant, several giant fists slammed into the dragon's body, producing only a few muffled thuds.

Auduin remained unmoved, his dragon scales leaving not a single mark.

His eyes turned cold, and he swung his claws again, his giant tail sweeping across like the wind, smashing the remaining stone golems into pieces of rubble.

From the depths of the maze came the copper dragon's amused voice: "Interesting. Its body is tough enough, much more resilient than those insects that crumble at the slightest touch."

As soon as he finished speaking, fine red copper runes lit up the surface of the rubble, and as the light flowed, the stones rapidly pieced together and reassembled.

In the blink of an eye, the stone golem stood up again and lunged forward with a punch.

Seeing this, a look of seriousness flashed across Alduin's eyes.

These stone statues are engraved with magical runes and can self-repair after being broken. Although they pose no threat to him, they are very troublesome.

Alduin narrowed his dark golden dragon eyes, and the next second, a black dragon breath with extremely corrosive properties spewed out, instantly engulfing the statue.

Even though the stone statue was mostly corroded, it was pieced together again in the light of the runes and condensed into its original shape.

Sure enough, as long as there are stones around, they can repair themselves indefinitely.

He had clearly corroded the stone statue's body to the point of being mutilated, but it recovered in the blink of an eye, as if it had never been injured.

They're a bit difficult to deal with.

Auduin looked at the statue that had stood up again and did not make any further moves.

In the past, he would always have aimed to capture the leader first.

But right now, this bronze dragon is clearly hiding deep inside and refusing to show itself. In addition, this is its territory, and the maze is ever-changing. Even if he ignores these stone statues, it will be difficult to find its trace.

If we continue fighting, we'll just be worn down and killed.

Facing a Tier 7 Epic Dragon, and in the opponent's home territory, Alduin naturally dared not be careless.

As long as the green hills remain, it's not too late to seek revenge later.

Alduin made a quick decision, his shadow suddenly swirling around him, ignoring the stone statue in front of him, and turned to flee back the way he came.

"Trying to leave?"

The bronze dragon's laughter echoed from the depths of the labyrinth, tinged with mockery. "So young, yet so bold, and quite fast too. Next time you visit, remember to bring some decent jokes; just breaking rocks isn't funny!"

Alduin didn't turn around; with a flash of shadow, his figure quickly disappeared at the entrance of the passage.

Only the mocking laughter of the bronze dragon remained in the labyrinth, echoing endlessly underground.

……

"Uncle Tolin, maybe he just went somewhere else and happened to forget his means of communication."

As Raine walked along the forest path, he spoke to a dwarf beside him.

The greatsword on Torin's back swayed slightly. He was silent for a moment, then replied in a low voice, "Probably."

No one knew William's nature better than him. He had never been a man of peace and quiet, and he lost his arm because of his stubbornness.

Thinking of this, Tolin couldn't help but sigh.

Who could have imagined that in just a hundred years, that once mighty dragon-slaying knight would be old and frail, and have completely retired?

I was passing through Elder City this time hoping to visit some old friends, but even that wish was dashed.

Human lifespan is too short; even if one breaks through to the legendary level, it is only a mere two hundred years.

On the contrary, they are dwarves, who have a lifespan of four hundred years from birth, and if they break through that barrier, their lifespan can be extended even further.

I thought this would be the last time we would see each other, but I never imagined that even this last meeting would become a luxury.

Torin stroked his messy beard, lost in thought, when suddenly Raine beside him shouted excitedly.

"Lia, Torin, look!"

Renn pointed to the mountains ahead, his voice filled with surprise, "It's kobolds! They're actually doing business with humans!"

Leah yawned deeply, her delicate face filled with drowsiness, and said lazily, "What's so strange about that? I've even seen goblins and elves get married."

This statement is far more shocking than the idea of ​​kobolds doing business.

Renn's eyes widened immediately: "Don't you elves value bloodlines the most? How could you marry a goblin?"

Even Tolin, who was standing to the side, was intrigued. He leaned forward with his heavy body, pricking up his ears to hear what was to come.

Kria showed no intention of explaining, simply yawning repeatedly, listless and too lazy to even lift her eyelids.

Renn shook his head helplessly.

He was already used to Leah's aloof nature and didn't ask any more questions.

The three continued along the path.

Before long, the trees ahead thinned out, and a continuous mountain range appeared before them—the legendary Crimson Mountains.

After staring at the mountain range for a while, Renn couldn't help but ask curiously, "Uncle Torin, these mountains are clearly brown, so why are they called the Crimson Mountains?"

Torin paused for a moment, his height limiting his view to the nearby mountains. He frowned and said, "What's wrong with your eyes, kid? When I came here a hundred years ago, this place was completely red, and it hasn't changed since."

"It really is brown, sir, I'm not mistaken!" Ryan hurriedly defended himself.

Hearing this, Lia, who had been drowsy, finally opened one eye and looked into the distance.

The next second, her eyes, which had been narrowed to slits, suddenly widened, and her tone was tinged with surprise: "It really has... turned brown."

Seeing that the two didn't seem to be joking, Tolin was first puzzled, then seemed to realize something, his expression darkened slightly, and he instantly understood.

Rein was only eighteen years old, so naturally he didn't know the origin of the name Crimson Mountains.

But as a dwarf who had lived for over a hundred years, he naturally knew the origin of the name.

All of this was due to that unexpected turn of events.

That incident led to the complete severing of diplomatic ties between the Empire and the Eastern Continent, and Elder City, which had once served as the gateway to the Empire, was reduced to an abandoned city.

And the root of all this is that demon.

That legendary demon sent from the Eastern Continent.

That great battle had long been sealed off by the Empire and became a taboo subject that could not be mentioned. But the crimson that stained the sky and earth, the earth-shattering roar, and the legends of countless fallen humans and dwarves... Torin could never forget them until his death.

Afterwards, the Empire learned that it was not an ordinary high-ranking demon at all, but an ancient demon that had existed since the beginning of the demon realm.

They are called the Primals.