Evolving by devouring from a young dragon

Normal rock elemental beasts originally lie dormant deep underground, only slowly emerging in places with abundant magic. They are few in number, gentle in nature, and only guard rocks and ley lines, never attacking living beings.

But these are completely different.

Judging from their grayish-blue, stiff appearance, they are definitely not a subspecies of the Wild Rock Beast, but rather a mutated product of some kind of power.

Just like the Fallen Tree People, who possess complete consciousness and can reproduce normally, their offspring are born carrying negative energy, and that is what makes them a subspecies.

But these elemental beasts before him were hollow and violent, lacking vitality, and they had never appeared in his dragon memory inheritance.

It is highly likely to be a product of mutation.

Auduin didn't care what caused the distortion.

Whether it's a normal Wild Rock Beast or these mutated monsters, these are all trivial matters within the Lion Clan's territory, and it's none of his business.

He traveled thousands of miles to the North for only one purpose: to retrieve the Rock Badge and teach the lions who dared to steal his things a lesson.

Where these gray-blue monsters came from, who corrupted them, and what secrets lie behind them are all headaches for the Lion Clan.

If lions can't even handle troubles on their own doorstep, then this species is destined for extinction.

Auduin didn't bother to look again, flapped his dragon wings, and flew straight towards the Lion Clan's royal city.

The stone forest on the ground gradually thinned out, replaced by large areas of permafrost and exposed rock beds.

The air grew colder, and the wind carried fine ice crystals that struck the dragon scales with a soft sound.

This chill is not naturally formed, but rather possesses an extremely powerful magical influence; its icy cold seeps into the bones and penetrates the soul, making it far more difficult to resist than ordinary cold.

Even if an ordinary epic-level powerhouse could withstand it, they would need to divert some of their magic power to protect themselves. However, Alduin only slightly tightened his dragon scales, which completely blocked the cold air.

He was originally a black dragon with a powerful physique, and the defensive power of his dragon body was enough to easily resist this level of magical chill, without needing to expend any extra effort.

The native races that have truly taken root in the North have long adapted to this extreme cold. For example, the lions have long since evolved thick manes and possess a physique adapted to the severe cold.

After flying for another half a day, the outline of a city appeared on the horizon.

He slowed down and glanced down at the viewpoint.

The city wall is made of gray-black boulders and is about fifteen meters high, but there is no one on the city wall.

The city gates were tightly closed, the drawbridge was in place, and the moat was frozen over with thick snow covering the ice, showing no signs of recent passage.

The defensive array above the city wall glowed faintly, maintaining a minimum level of operation, but the nodes were dim, as if it hadn't been maintained for a long time.

Auduin's eyes narrowed, and in a flash, he appeared directly above the city gate.

These lions have truly fallen from grace...

The thought had barely formed in his mind when he swooped down.

boom!

With a loud crash, his massive body slammed heavily onto the ground in front of the city gate.

Centered on his landing point, a shallow pit collapsed within a ten-meter radius, and the shockwave crashed into the city gate with a dull thud!

Auduin glanced up at the city gate, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

The Lion King was cursed and petrified, making it impossible for him to fight at full strength.

As long as that old man doesn't show his face, he can come and go freely in this Lion Clan Royal City, making him an invincible being!

He had no intention of playing house with these guys; a quick victory was the only way.

But no one showed up.

Audan's eyes narrowed, and he was about to make a move when the defensive array above the city wall suddenly lit up, and several beams of magic shot out from different directions. At the same time, heavy footsteps came from inside the city gate, and at least a hundred lion warriors were gathering.

Alduin snorted coldly and opened his mouth slightly.

He condensed the black and red dragon flames into a fist-sized sphere in his mouth, and then launched it out.

The ball of light traced an arc and struck the crenellations of the city wall directly above the city gate.

Bang!

The dragon flames exploded, and then spread along the surface of the city wall as if they were alive, melting the rocks in their path into dark red magma that slowly flowed down.

The defensive array's nodes extinguished the dragon flames the moment they touched them, like a candle being extinguished, leaving no room for resistance.

The lion warriors on the city wall panicked instantly, their formation crumbled, and some staggered backward, clutching their weapons but too frightened to move.

Alduin didn't give them any chance to react at all.

With a flap of his dark gold dragon wings, a sudden gust of wind arose, and he soared into the air, directly over the towering city walls, and landed steadily inside the Lion Clan's royal city.

The streets are wide, lined with stone buildings of a rugged and imposing style, but now most of the doors and windows are closed, and the streets are deserted.

On a high platform in the city center in the distance, a huge palace stands alone.

He landed in the middle of the street, unleashing his dragon might without reservation.

The oppressive aura emanating from the epic dragon surged outwards like a tidal wave.

The doors and windows of the house shook violently, and snow fell from the roof in a rustling sound. The low-ranking lion cubs hiding in the shadows huddled together, not daring to even breathe.

"Leon".

Alduin spoke in a deep voice, amplified by a dragon's roar, which resounded throughout the entire royal city and penetrated the ears of every lion.

"Hand over the Rock Emblem."

Silence, a deathly stillness.

A moment later, heavy footsteps echoed from the end of the street.

Auduin looked up, a hint of impatience in his eyes.

It's not Leon.

A squad of lion warriors, about thirty in number, dressed in greyish-white armor and wielding long halberds, formed a battle formation and approached him.

The leader was a huge lion-like man with a jet-black mane and a scar that ran diagonally from his left forehead to his right cheek. The pattern on his breastplate was very eye-catching.

It was a valley fissure cleaved open by a giant axe, with dark red lava patterns flowing through it, looking much like congealed blood.

At the peak of the sixth rank, they are considered elites within the Lion Clan.

"A hybrid five-colored dragon," the burly lion roared, his voice filled with rage, "the lion clan does not welcome you. Leave, or..."

Auduin didn't give him a chance to finish speaking.

With a single step, the space beneath his feet compressed slightly, and his figure vanished instantly. The next instant, he was in front of his opponent, his right claw extending out, his four claws gripping the opponent's head as easily as grasping a pebble.

The lion's pupils constricted sharply, and it swung its halberd in a sweeping motion.

late.

Auduin tightened his five fingers and applied gentle pressure.

"Click~"

With a sharp crack, the skull caved in, and blood gushed out from between the fingers, splattering onto the gray stone slab.

The battle formation collapsed instantly.

The lion warriors behind him roared and pounced, their halberds, imbued with yellow magic, aimed at his chest, abdomen, and eyes.

Alduin didn't even loosen his right hand; with a sudden sweep of his tail tip, three dark golden dragon scales shot out.

The seven or eight lion warriors in the front row were instantly pierced through, their bodies flying backward along with the dragon scales, crashing into the stone houses on both sides, causing the walls to collapse.

They watched as the monster carried the captain's body with one hand, as if it were carrying a bag of garbage, blood dripping from between its fingers and creating a blood pit in the snow.

Fear overwhelmed anger, and no one dared to step forward.

"I'll ask you one more time," Alduin released his grip, the body sliding to the ground without even glancing at it, "Where is Leon?"