Crossing the true dragon realm, and you call me Little Locke?

The rocks shattered, and dust flew everywhere.

Shuoyang, now in his true form, blasted open the mountainside, stared at the corpses of several ground thorn insects, and rushed out of the cave, covered in dust and dirt.

Then he suddenly turned around and opened his mouth wide.

"Hiss~!"

Seeing him point his mouth at him, the earth spike lord, who had narrowly escaped the impact of the flesh bomb, was terrified.

It could vaguely foresee its own death, its fate of being roasted and devoured.

"Ptooey! Ptooey! Ptooey!"

But what came crashing down wasn't the blazing dragon flames, but a pile of sticky mud.

This is what Shuoyang accidentally ate when he rushed out.

Although true dragons can digest soil and rocks and extract life-sustaining energy from them, it is too shameful to do so.

Moreover, the sense of taste of true dragons has not undergone corresponding adaptive evolution.

The earth and stone will still taste the same as they should.

So the first thing Shuoyang did after emerging from the mud was to spit out the mouthful of astringent and fishy mud.

After he finally finished vomiting, he took a closer look.

But the Earth Spike Bug Lord had already vanished in a flash while they were doing so.

Seeing this, Shuoyang was too lazy to waste his energy.

He raised his long tail and lashed it against the mountain several times, completely collapsing the already flimsy cave.

He completely buried the exit of the passage that he had just cleared.

Although this doesn't stop the ground beetle's sharp legs, it's at least a psychological comfort.

After blocking the passage, Shuoyang remembered his important business.

He turned his head to look at the corpses of the ground thorn insects that he had pushed against the mountain wall and crushed to death.

He licked his sharp teeth, which still tasted slightly earthy, and released the woodworms.

After a hearty barbecue, Shuoyang picked his teeth with an insect's foot.

He pondered, "It has a bit of the feel of 'The Tavern Cricket'."

"When you have time, have Adela go and get some roasted half-human flesh paste!"

"Hmph, humph! Hmph, humph!"

Just as he was pondering how to make it taste better, the woodworm that had finished eating started barking at him.

"Um?"

Shuoyang looked over upon hearing the sound and saw the dark little creature breathing fire from its long nose.

He burned a hole in the ground for himself.

Then it nestled in the pit, staring intently at the cave ruins.

Upon seeing this, Shuoyang instantly understood.

This woodworm doesn't want to go back to its sphere; it wants to stay here and wait for those ground worms.

"She really holds a grudge!"

Shuoyang smiled and did not refuse.

Because this place really needed guarding, he originally wanted to bring over a few kobolds.

Now, the self-recommendation of the woodcutter gave him a new idea.

"Don't worry, I'll find you some help."

Shuoyang grabbed the woodworm, took flight, and searched the forest for a while.

Find two Firetail Warriors, three Holy Griffins, and a group of Little Stars led by Starlions.

Let them guard the place with the woodworms. If anything happens, don't try to tough it out; call for help immediately.

After settling everything in, he set off to return to his nest.

I'm getting ready to go back and receive my mission rewards, craft Branch and Leaf Source Crystals, and visit my mother.

But halfway through the flight, a group of panicked adventurers caught his attention.

These adventurers consisted of a half-elf bard, a dwarf warrior, a human wanderer, a halfling priest, and a tifling mage, forming a relatively standard five-person adventure party.

Chasing after them was a group of electric sheep led by an electric ball sheep and a pink sheep.

They unleashed a barrage of ball lightning, relentlessly bombarding the adventure team.

The explosion sent smoke billowing through the mountains and forests. The adventurers wished they had two more legs; their legs were practically spinning from the effort.

The half-elf bard was so angry that he cursed loudly.

He unleashed a torrent of profanities at the female vagrant, and offered his warmest greetings to her entire family, including her ancestors for eighteen generations.

Shuoyang was greatly impressed by what he heard. He thought to himself that these wandering poets were indeed good at talking; they never repeated themselves when they cursed.

The bard even composed music while cursing, and as he cursed, it developed an extremely catchy rhythm and melody.

"What a talent!"

After listening for a while, Shuoyang understood the situation.

It turns out that this group of people were commissioned by the Council of Seven of Farossia to investigate the recent unusual events that have occurred in the northern glacier.

As a result, the female wanderer, seeing the money, took a side job from a merchant from the North halfway through her journey.

I want to catch a few electric sheep with golden wool and breed them.

As a result, this unevolved electric sheep was timid and docile.

But their evolved forms—the Pink Sheep and the Electric Ball Sheep—are even more eccentric than the other.

In addition, all these pink sheep and electric sheep were cultivated by Adela in the dragon's nest.

Then they were specially released back into the mountains to protect their species and prevent poaching.

Therefore, as soon as the female wanderer reached out, the electric ball sheep took the lead and started a barrage of attacks.

It grinned, revealing its neat, large front teeth, and swung the blue cotton ball on its head.

The thunder struck one after another without stopping at all.

The mage Tiflin was stunned by the explosion and couldn't help but cry out, "How many fireballs can I release in a day?!"

"They're just a flock of sheep, where did they get so many spell slots? This doesn't make sense!"

"Shut up!"

Her words drew the bard's ire, who angrily retorted, "If you had even a shred of common sense, you'd have filled all your spell slots with garbage fireballs!"

"How could we possibly be in such a sorry state?"

Hey~!

The monk Tiflin did not react at all when he was being insulted.

But when she heard her fireball spell being called "bullshit," she immediately became furious.

He stopped in his tracks and roared, "Fireball isn't bullshit!"

After saying that, she immediately cast a spell, trying to blow up the flock of sheep behind her.

"No!!"

Amidst the horrified roars of the wandering poet.

The wizard Tiflin emitted a bright flash from his fingertip and flicked it toward the leading electric ball, Meow Meow.

Flames burst forth, engulfing everything in a blaze.

"It will summon dragons!"

Amidst the bard's despairing gaze, the electric ball, Meimei, engulfed in flames, remained calm and unperturbed.

Suddenly, a golden electric field burst forth around it, which was the defensive skill: Electromagnetic Deflection.

The lightning burst through the flames, protecting the electric ball from harm.

After the flames dissipated, the electric ball sheep took the opportunity to gather energy and instantly restored half of its magic power.

This is the most outrageous thing about elves; they are unlike spellcasters and magical creatures of this world.

It will not be limited by the daily spell slot limit.

After using a skill and depleting its magic power, the spirit only needs to gather energy twice to fully restore its magic power.

In this world, spellcasters and magical creatures who rely on magic networks to cast spells possess supernatural abilities such as dragon breath.

Most spells and spell-like abilities expire after being used.

Then the only option is to take an eight-hour break to recover slowly. For ordinary mages, spells may even require preparation again the next day.

Therefore, it is like a spellcaster, possessing multiple means.

Like a magical beast, it is an elf that can breathe to regenerate energy.

The monk Natiflin felt as if his sky was about to collapse.

She couldn't understand it. Why? Why would a magical beast be able to defend against magic?

And what does the electric ball care about her here and there?

He swung a large cotton ball around, bared his big teeth, and then another bolt of lightning struck.

The golden lightning, like divine punishment, struck straight at the mage Tiflin.

Fortunately, the dwarf warrior saw that things were going badly and pounced on her, knocking her away and saving her life.

But what no one expected was that, just as everyone's attention was focused on the wizard Tiflin...

Suddenly, the female wanderer attacked, swinging her sword at the bard's neck.

"Varied……!?"

The bard sensed something was wrong, but he was too shocked to dodge in time.

He was about to be beheaded by his own teammate.

But then another bolt of lightning struck down from the sky, the blinding flash shattering the female wanderer and blasting blood and flesh into countless fragments, smearing the bard's face and body with blood.