Douluo Continent: This Tang San is different

Chapter 457 Speculations about the Holy Dragon

After entering Shenlong Island, Tang San, Nian Nian, and Meng Meng flew for a while and saw many undulating mountain ranges, with many winding paths connecting to small houses built of stone.

Therefore, Tang San prepared to go down and inquire about the situation.

Upon arriving in a small town, Tang San discovered that the inhabitants were werewolves, who all looked at him, Nian Nian, and Meng Meng with curiosity.

After all, in the minds of the werewolves, the only "beastmen" with so little hair were snake people, lizard people, turtle people, fish people, etc., and they had never seen Tang San and his companions in such a state.

"Are you mermaids?" A small werewolf, only about half the height of an adult werewolf, walked over and asked in a very familiar manner, "I heard that among the fish-men who live in the sea, there is a branch: mermaids. After they come ashore, their fish tails turn into legs. You look a lot like the pictures I recorded on parchment."

"No, I am human." Tang San resisted the urge to reach out and touch the audacious wolf child, and then introduced the two people beside him, "They are elves from the Easton Forest."

"Elves!" the wolf boy exclaimed. "I thought it was just a legend! I didn't expect it to actually exist. But humans... I've never heard of them."

"Oh right, I haven't introduced myself yet. I'm the clever little werewolf, named Peter Jack Trus Griffin."

Mengmeng blinked: "Are all orc names this long?"

"Of course not. The reason my name is so long is because I inherited the noble bloodline of my ancestors and have the bloodline of the Howling Moon Clan." Peter Jack Trass Griffin opened his mouth wide and proudly said his origins, but the tattered shorts he was wearing did not have much persuasive power.

"Ha ha!"

The werewolves around them laughed.

"Peter, you're exaggerating again."

"Don't try to fool others."

"Poor little werewolf, a piece of trash who can't even cultivate battle qi."

"·····"

Hearing the mocking laughter around him, the little werewolf's eyes were filled with resentment, but he seemed to be used to it and did not refute anything. He simply said to Tang San, "Guests, do you need a guide? I am quite familiar with this small town, as well as the nearby villages and towns. For just ten small copper coins, I can become your guide and take you around here."

Tang San took out a gold soul coin, handed it over, and asked, "Is this currency acceptable?"

The little werewolf took it, sniffed it, and nodded: "It's gold!"

Then, he quickly looked around and, seeing that no one was paying attention, immediately put it in his pocket. He then rummaged through his clothes and found a large pile of things: red copper coins with blurred patterns; a black bone, half a meter long.

"The patterns on your gold coins are exquisite; they must be the currency of the Elven Kingdom, right?"

In fact, the Elven kingdom has no currency, because Easton Forest can provide for all their needs, so they usually barter.

Even after the Blue Silver Network was built, the way the elves traded remained the same; their exchanges depended solely on whether the two parties liked each other.

Elves, a simple and honest race.

At least that's true of the elves in Easton Forest.

On Dragon Island, towns and villages have been established, and a currency has been created, but it doesn't seem to be much more civilized than the elves in Easton Forest.

"By the great and holy dragon above!"

"I swear, I've never seen such beautiful gold coin patterns!"

"But I can't find any more, these are all I can offer. Do you think that's acceptable?"

Seeing the little werewolf scratching his head in frustration, Tang San laughed and said, "That's nothing to me. You don't need to give us change. Just show us around and tell us about the local customs and culture, how about that?"

"no problem."

The little werewolf grinned, sticking out his tongue and breathing heavily as he quickly picked up the copper coins from the ground, put them in his pocket, and then tucked the bone behind his back.

That black bone is actually a dragon bone, incredibly hard. When infused with soul power, it can draw upon dark-attribute energy, making it far more valuable than a single gold soul coin.

But Tang San didn't want to take advantage of the little werewolf, and besides, there seemed to be quite a few of these bones...

At least in this small town, Tang San saw a large pile of these black dragon bones displayed in the corner of a blacksmith's shop.

"Guests, please follow Peter Jack Trus Griffin on a tour of this town!" The little werewolf took out the black bone from behind his waist, pointed it straight ahead, as if he were a great general commanding thousands of troops, quite spirited, his tail wagging incessantly behind him, as if he were very excited.

Perhaps, for him, earning a gold coin is a very happy thing.

"What kind of magical beast is that black bone in your hand?" Mengmeng asked, sensing the dark element within it.

"This?" the little werewolf chuckled. "It's the bone of a magical beast called a Dark Dragon. Legend has it that they are descendants of the Holy Dragon. Their leader challenged the Holy Dragon to replace it, but failed and was killed by the Holy Dragon. Their descendants were all transformed into the lowest-level magical beasts."

"Unlike other magical beasts, these dark dragons, no matter how powerful they are, cannot develop intelligence. It is said that the holy dragons have deprived them of the right to gain intelligence."

"But correspondingly, this dark dragon also gained a powerful reproductive ability, making it the fastest reproducing of all dragon-type magical beasts."

"Even every thousand years, the beastmen of the entire Dragon Island unite to go to the Dragon Mountain Range to hunt down the dark dragon. It is said that the one who hunts the most dragons can also receive a reward from the sacred dragon."

"Anyway, I've never been there; after all, I'm only 132 years old."

If what the werewolf said is true, then the main message it reveals is this:

The Holy Dragon is petty!

The Dark Dragon is a descendant of the Holy Dragon. It was planning to "kill its father." If it failed, it would most likely die, and then the entire Dark Dragon race would be stripped of its intelligence.

However, having lost their intelligence, the Dark Dragon Clan has evolved a reproductive ability that other dragon clans do not possess.

This was likely beyond the Holy Dragon's expectations.

Secondly, the fact that orcs can earn rewards from the Holy Dragon for hunting the Dark Dragon indicates that the Holy Dragon desires to exterminate the entire race, but due to its status as the mount of the Creator God, it is required to be merciful. If it were to do so personally, it might be criticized. Therefore, it can only adopt this method, which is similar to an assessment and reward.

In this way, the sacred dragon can manifest itself before the orcs every thousand years, making their faith in him even more devout, and can also cleanse the dark dragons.

It can be said to kill two birds with one stone.

However, in general, the Holy Dragon should be more "diligent" than King Easton. After all, most of the elves in Easton Forest have only seen King Easton's pets, while King Easton... spends most of his time sleeping in his cave.

(End of this chapter)