Evolving by devouring from a young dragon

Auduin spread his wings and flew through the wind and snow, the mark of the Cracked Rock emblem on his forehead slightly warm.

The further southeast they went, the stronger the drowsy atmosphere became in the air, making Long feel sleepy.

However, at the same time, the power of the Rift Emblem was actively released, blocking the power of the long slumber and allowing him to regain consciousness.

Auduin wagged his tail, becoming alert.

He sensed the power of the Rock Rift Emblem draining away faster than he had anticipated. The Lion King had said it would take seven days, but he planned to resolve it within three days.

He was making plans in his mind as he flew.

After obtaining the Wilderness Emblem, he had no intention of meeting the old lion. Wouldn't it be better to use the emblem to negotiate with the Wolf King himself?

At the same time, once the old lion king breathes its last, it can obtain the Rock Crack Emblem from its body.

As for the Lion King's favor?

Just take those dragon-deceiving words with a grain of salt.

Half a day later, a low mountain range appeared on the horizon, gray-black, and as gentle as the back of a giant beast.

The surface is devoid of vegetation and cracks; the entire rock rises from the ground.

The desolate hills.

Auduin landed at the foot of the mountain.

The power of slumber surged from the mountain, clinging to Alduin's dragon body like a maggot, impossible to shake off.

Alduin snorted coldly, and the mark on his forehead lit up, the grayish-white light shattering the black mist.

He stepped into the mountains.

The black mist immediately engulfed his vision, and his consciousness was pulled downwards by an invisible force, as if he were falling into the deep sea.

He heard phantom voices, whispers, sighs, and someone calling his name.

Auduin closed his eyes and activated the mark on his forehead.

The seismic force of the Cracked Rock Emblem spread rapidly outwards from him, causing the ground to tremble. Grayish-white shockwaves swept across the entire foot of the mountain, and the black mist was also torn open with a crack several meters wide.

Auduin opened his eyes, a cold glint flashing in his dark golden vertical pupils, and walked along the crack into the depths of the mountain.

Stone Statue Mountain.

Hundreds of rock lion statues opened their eyes, but their gazes were empty, and they were already lifeless. The moment they saw Alduin, they pounced on him.

Alduin frowned, dodged to the side, and the first rock lion missed its target.

He extended his dragon claws, his four claws digging into the rock lion's head. With a powerful grip, the rock shattered, and the entire head was crushed in his claws. The headless stone body lurched forward for more than ten steps before collapsing to the ground.

More rushed forward.

Alduin did not retreat. He spread his dragon wings and weaved through the group of stone statues. With each swing of his dragon claws, he shattered a stone body. Black and red dragon breath spewed out, melting through the rock shell and exploding inside the stone statue.

In less than a quarter of an hour, hundreds of rock lions guarding the area were reduced to rubble.

Auduin glanced at the rubble, his thoughts racing.

The shapes of these stone statues are exactly the same as those of the Lion Clan of the North, indicating that the Lion King had already sent people to explore this place, but no one had ever successfully left.

He stepped over the gravel and continued deeper into the area, becoming even more vigilant.

A vertical rock fissure, only two meters wide, with smooth edges, opened up at the bottom of the mountain. The power of slumbering energy surged from the fissure, thick and whitish.

Auduin's forehead mark was burning hot, and cracks began to spread.

Without further hesitation, he jumped.

After falling for several tens of seconds, I landed on soft, grayish-white powder beneath my feet—ash. In front of me, on a giant rock that had emerged from the ground, was a black stone emblem.

The emblem of the desolate mound.

Alduin crouched in the grayish-white powder, his vertical pupils fixed on the black stone emblem embedded in the boulder.

The distance is less than ten meters.

The power of slumber condensed into a grayish-white mist, swirling like a living thing, and surged toward Alduin.

The mark on his forehead was flashing wildly, and the power of the Rock Rift Emblem was being consumed at a visible rate. The Lion King said seven days, but that was in an ideal state. At the current rate of consumption, he could only last two more days at most.

Auduin did not rush forward.

He observed the grayish-white powder surrounding the Wilderness Emblem. Several skeletons could be vaguely seen in the powder. They were huge, and judging from their skeletons, they should be giant magical beasts from the Ice Plains.

The remains of those ice mammoths, frostbone bears, and even an ice marrow wolf, all with their skulls facing the stone emblem, fell down less than ten meters from it and never rose again.

Alduin's eyes narrowed as he sensed the residual power of the Riftstone Emblem. After a moment, he walked forward.

The gray-white powder beneath his feet reached above his ankles, raising dust with every step. The marks on his forehead flashed wildly, and the cracks continued to widen, but he remained oblivious.

His vertical pupils were fixed on the desolate emblem as he stepped forward.

Eight meters, seven meters, six meters...

The mark's light dimmed suddenly, and Alduin stopped in his tracks.

The distance is sufficient.

He extended his right claw, his four fingers gripping the edge of the barren mound emblem.

The moment it was touched, the entire mausoleum trembled violently, and the power of the desolate mound surged into the body like a flood bursting its banks.

The power of the Rock-Splitting Emblem was utterly irresistible, penetrating directly into his blood, bones, and soul.

The power of the Rock Rift Emblem was almost completely devoured, leaving only a last wisp of grayish-white light struggling on its forehead.

The power of eternal slumber surged forth like a tide, seeping into the gaps between the scales and penetrating the flesh and blood.

Auduin only felt his body begin to feel heavy and his consciousness gradually fade.

He shook his head, trying to stay awake, but as the last glimmer of light on his forehead went out, the power of the Rock Rift Emblem was completely exhausted, and the power of the Long Sleep, having lost all restraint, surged wildly into his body.

The black mist swallowed his vision, and countless whispers echoed in his ears.

"Sleep, sleep."

Auduin frowned, closed his eyes, and at the same time, a flash of silver light appeared in his mind, bringing him back to consciousness.

The power of the Moon Soul kept his soul conscious, and he seized the opportunity to pull hard, causing the Desolate Ridge Emblem to fall from the boulder.

Black light flickered in the underground space, and the power of slumber receded like the tide, all shrinking back into the stone emblem. The grayish-white mist dissipated completely in a few breaths.

Auduin took the wasteland into his possession, and his consciousness sank into the sea of ​​souls.

The silver light of the moon soul subsided slightly in the sea of ​​souls, no longer as dazzling as before, indicating that its power had been significantly depleted.

Auduin's face was somewhat gloomy.

The old man Lion King's portion of the power of the Rock Crack Emblem he gave him was not enough to stop the final eruption. If it weren't for the Moon Soul protecting his soul at the end, he would probably be sleeping here forever.

However, having obtained the Wilderness Emblem, this trip was worthwhile.

Auduin snorted coldly, withdrew his consciousness from the sea of ​​souls, and regained control of his body.

In the underground space, the grayish-white mist dissipated completely, leaving only ashes and a collapsing dome.

As he spread his dragon wings and burst out of the ground, the mountain ridge collapsed, and grayish-white dust shot into the sky.

Alduin steadied himself in mid-air, looked down, then looked away, preparing to leave.

The dragon spread its wings, about to flap them, when suddenly...

A terrifying aura swept down from the horizon, like a giant iceberg crashing down on Alduin, rendering him unable to move.

Auduin looked closely, and his pupils contracted.

Wolf King.