Dragon Tribe: Still Thinking Until Now

Inside the box is a glass bottle filled with liquid nitrogen. The embryos of the next generation are sealed in the liquid nitrogen and their activity is suppressed to the lowest level. Even an unreasonable creature like a dragon will go dormant due to the ultra-low temperature.

The looks in people's eyes were frightening.

What greed and hunger they had, the flame of desire seemed to burst out of their eyes, as if it was going to set the box on fire.

"Then first and foremost, we must prove that our bloodline is worthy of us standing here and competing with the best mixed-bloods in the world." Han Gao lowered his eyelids, his voice low and hoarse, "The simplest way..."

Han Gao raised his head. At that moment, all the lights went out. Two golden vertical pupils like red flames were lit on the stage along with some strange rhythmic music.

Han Gao, he took the initiative to light up his golden eyes.

It was a very oppressive scene, and everyone seemed to be solemn in the face of those bright and brilliant eyes.

"...the best thing is to light up our golden eyes. This is the symbol of dragon blood, irreplaceable and unique." Han Gao's voice continued.

So the guests all closed their eyes and lowered their heads slightly.

"It's the same old trick. The dragon clan is such a cocky race that even the half-breeds with dragon blood like to play this trick of closing your eyes at night and seeing the golden eyes at dawn." Lu Mingfei sneered softly.

"You don't know how many people envy Zihang's pair of golden eyes that never extinguish." Angé laughed in the headset.

At this time, everyone opened their eyes, and the ancient and heavy light illuminated the space again. The light was of an ancient golden color, lighting up from all directions, and each light source was a cold, golden vertical pupil like flowing lava.

"Do we have to do this too?" Chu Zihang suddenly asked.

"Of course, this is one of the reasons why I brought you here," said Ange.

"I understand." Chu Zihang nodded, but he did not take off his sunglasses. Instead, he looked at Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei scratched his head, "Brother, why don't you light a cannon?"

Chu Zihang was stunned for a moment, then realized that Lu Mingfei meant for him to be a role model, so he shook his head, "In a sense, you need to bring absolute surprise and unexpectedness to the people present. If I pave the way first, then those snoopers' awe of you may be discounted."

"Okay." Lu Mingfei nodded. He also realized this.

"Brother, you once said that I was the only one of your age who dared to look you in the eye, but you haven't seen my golden eyes yet. What I mean is, face it." In the darkness, Lu Mingfei sat up straight without a sound.

His eyes slowly closed, and then it was as if a strong wind blew through the entire hall, and some terrifying and great thing awakened here.

As he slowly opened his eyes again, the surrounding darkness was illuminated by Lu Mingfei's pupils.

It was as if lava was flowing in the depths of those eyes.

There seemed to be a strange and beautiful mandala flower, slowly spinning in the golden color.

Everyone was silent. The space was so quiet that only the heavy breathing of the hybrids could be heard, reminding people of the eternal silence of death.

Lu Mingfei's eyes swept from left to right, with a brilliance comparable to that of a god. People first stared at the pair of dazzling pupils silently, and then all the places swept by the pair of golden eyes that were almost burning, the hot dragon blood that had been flowing in the bodies of those distinguished guests who could call the shots in the entire North America cooled down.

Their golden pupils went out one by one, and their heads lowered again, like dragons from ancient times meeting their king.

A roar that tore through the dead silence came from behind the curtain.

It was a bronze bell being struck. Lu Mingfei slowly withdrew his gaze, extinguished his golden pupils, and then drooped his brows again.

Like an ordinary handsome boy, he sat back in his seat.

It seemed that no one would believe that the majestic thing just now was the boy in front of him. Chu Zihang smiled silently. He reached out and patted Lu Mingfei on the shoulder.

"Great, this is our S-level!" The principal's voice was solemn and cold. Obviously, even though he was in the VIP room, he was also shocked by Lu Mingfei's majestic golden eyes like the VIPs in the hall.

The golden light emanating from those pupils was sharper than a sword. Even the golden eyes of Norton, the true King of Bronze and Fire, whom they had faced at Six Flags, were no more sharp than this.

Everyone was dead silent, and every pair of eyes turned their gaze to the boy sitting at the highest point.

Lu Mingfei raised his eyes, and everyone involuntarily avoided his eyes, which could be described as somewhat cowardly at this moment.

There was a solitary round of applause in the center of the stage.

The hunchbacked old man threw away his metal cane, stared at Lu Mingfei with burning eyes, and clapped his hands so hard that everyone started to applaud.

They were applauding the youngest and greatest dragon slayer of the modern era, and only then did they realize that the gentle and inconspicuous boy had killed Norton, the Lord of Bronze and Fire, with his own hands not long ago.

He has the ability to end the ultimate violence in the world, which just shows that he himself represents the ultimate violence, so people's eyes begin to turn into awe.

It's like the look of awe for those monarchs who once stood on the throne at the top of the world.

Lu Mingfei stood still amid the tide of applause, like a heavy mountain.

"It's obvious, Mingfei, your bloodline makes them respect and fear you. The mixed-blood society is a microcosm of the dragon society. We believe in absolute strength, and bloodlines like yours and mine mean absolute strength. After today, no one will question your power. Odin's mask has been shattered, but you are already a powerful dragon slayer." Angé said.

The applause lasted for two minutes before it died down, and everyone realized that a new era was about to begin.

In the old days, avengers like Ange stood at the top of all hybrids, leading the entire secret party to fight against the dragon clan.

He is a complete madman with the flames of revenge burning in his soul.

The new era means that a hybrid who is as strong as Ange and even stronger than Ange will rise like a rising star.

Even though the honor of killing Norton was shared by Caesar Gattuso, everyone could see the potential of this boy with droopy eyebrows.

The noble and powerful Gattuso family can certainly suppress a leader when he is still weak, just as powerful prime ministers and generals can easily play with the young emperor.

But once this emperor grows up, when he becomes a true leader like Angers one day, the Gattuso family will be nothing more than common people to him.

“All the distinguished guests who have attended this banquet probably know the rules of the evening auction. But in order to take care of the new friends who are here for the first time, we still have to explain the rules again.” Henkel said in the center of the stage. A huge curtain like the night sky slowly opened behind him, and the fifteen lots were placed in a row behind him.

The liquid nitrogen tank containing the next generation embryos was placed at the end of the fifteen lots. The girls who were firmly locked in the black metal box were bright and beautiful. They hid themselves in the darkness where the lights could not illuminate, with narrow and sharp blades tied around the outside of their tight thighs.

The girls' eyes were alert, always watching out in different directions.

The embryos of the next generation are so precious that when necessary, they can even sacrifice their own lives to protect that precious thing.

"This auction will be divided into four stages. Five items will be auctioned in each of the first three stages. Only in the last stage will the embryo be allowed to be auctioned. We will use a special method to accurately test the pedigree of everyone present. Only 70% of the people will be able to participate in the second stage of the auction, 40% will be able to participate in the third stage of the auction, and only 10% will have the opportunity to win the second-generation embryo."

As Han Gao said this, a young man came to the old man with a tray in his hand. On the tray was a huge gem.

There were hundreds of participants present, which meant that only about ten people had a real chance to compete for the most important second-generation embryos.

"Don't worry, that gem is a very ancient alchemical product. It can sequence you without even touching you," said Angé.

Obviously he is familiar with the process.

Chapter 84 Auction

"The auction we are participating in right now is different from any you have seen before. Every year, the items that appear in this auction held by Henkel are war weapons left behind by the lost dragon civilization. One year, we even bought a Victorian-era super alchemical bomb called Dragon Might from here."

Ange seemed to talk a lot today, which was a bit strange because the principal is usually not a talkative person.

"The Dragon's Might was created two hundred years ago, when Europeans were still widely using black powder, which was only slightly more powerful than fireworks. The killing radius of that bomb had reached a terrifying 100 meters. All organic matter within 100 meters would be ignited, and then a violent explosion would occur from the inside. Only the best hybrids and pure-blooded ancient dragons can resist this horrific change that occurs directly from within the body. It may not be quite appropriate to call it a bomb. In fact, a more suitable term for that thing should be a curse." Angé said.

The waiter wandered along the aisle carrying a tray, stopping for a few seconds in front of each customer, and immediately ancient Greek numbers appeared from the different sides of the gem.

Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang are both marked as 4.

This means they are eligible to participate in the fourth auction round.

"Do you know what dragons' favorite thing is?" asked Ange.

"Probably the princess." Lu Mingfei couldn't help but want to say something. He thought that in fairy tales all over the world, there would be a dragon that robbed the princess and was killed by a brave knight, so immediately there would be a scene like "You killed a dragon, you get 7685XP, you get the dragon Vastaya's spear, you get the dragon Vastaya's flowered underwear, you get dragon scales x 10..."

"In fact, they not only like princesses, they like any creature of the opposite sex." Ange said, "But the urge to continue genes is not what dragons are most passionate about."

"I've studied dragon sociology, and I learned in class that it's weapons and treasures." Chu Zihang said lightly. As a rigorous science and engineering guy, Chu Zihang's answer was much more serious than Lu Mingfei's.

Some stories say that dragons like to sleep on gold. In John Tolkien's Lord of the Rings trilogy, it is said that the dragon Smaug buried himself in the gold coins of the Dwarf Kingdom and fell asleep. The gold coins were piled up like a mountain. When Smaug turned over, the whole palace was filled with the sound of the gold coins clattering.

This is based on true events. Tolkien was actually a member of an ancient dragon-slaying family and he witnessed the splendor of the dragon's lair with his own eyes.

"Chu Zihang is right. Looking back a long time, we can find that dragons like shining gems and gold very much. And what can rival these wealth is undoubtedly the ability to make any dragon A great war in which ancient dragons feel pleasure from the bottom of their hearts." Angers said, "As hybrids who have inherited dragon genes, we naturally also inherited the dragons' hobbies and bad habits. Of course, the Camarilla cannot be called terrorists, but they can Every hybrid is a true war maniac at heart."

"But with the development to the industrial age, the ancient dragon's rules are no longer applicable to today's society. No mixed-race society can openly provoke a war anymore. The development of various dangerous weapons across the ages means that any out-of-control war may develop into a horrific accident that destroys the entire human society. Then most people can only immerse themselves in the silhouettes of history and indulge in the glory of the past." Chu Zihang said. It seemed that he was communicating with the principal, but the two of them actually knew all these things well.

They were just imparting some knowledge to Lu Mingfei.

After all, Lu Mingfei is only a freshman and has never taken relevant courses.

"...Under such circumstances, auctions have become the best social venues for mixed-bloods. Most of the popular auctions in mixed-blood society are mainly for auctioning artworks and antiques. Mixed-blood masters with huge wealth spend a lot of money on such meaningless things. It's as if they have returned to the most glorious Middle Ages of mixed-bloods." Chu Zihang explained to Lu Mingfei in a low voice with a blank expression on his face.

The principal quickly followed up with the next sentence, "There are also a few auctions like today's one, where all the items on display are precious weapons left over from the history of dragon wars or mixed-blood wars, and the mixed-bloods who participate in this kind of auction are far more powerful and richer than those who participate in other kinds of auctions. For example, any young man we have seen, their families can be traced back at least three hundred years, and some people's families have even continued on the European continent for thousands of years. The wealth they hold can subvert a country. Most of the relics of the world's dragon civilization are buried in the hands of this kind of people."

Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang were listening silently.

As the principal's calm voice flowed into their ears, it seemed as if a grand world was spreading out before their eyes.

Every person sitting here becomes as deep as a chasm, with a huge shadow standing behind them.

The shadow had a majestic head and horns, and the huge tentacles curled up with dangerous weapons. It seemed to devour the entire world with its fangs and claws.

"Then the bidding rules of this auction are different from any other auction," said Ange.

"If what we want to buy is art or antiques, then what we need to do is to proceed step by step, keep up with the bidding, and calmly hold on to other people's purchase prices until the price reaches a certain value you have predetermined in your mind. At this time, if you are determined to get the current auction item, you need to immediately increase the bid to show your importance to this item. Otherwise, stop immediately to avoid the price being raised by the consignor of the auction item.

"And at this auction, you will only see the madness and violence of the bidders. Every bid made by each person here will be much higher than the previous one, because they are competing for the background of war. Any item that appears here can influence the outcome of a local war. No one will let it go easily, so there is no need to hide it."

"But Principal, if nothing unexpected happens, our goal should be that second-generation embryo. No qualified competitor will let go of this kind of thing easily, right? It may be difficult to get it with our current wealth." Chu Zihang frowned slightly. He realized a very important point, that is, they did not have the capital to compete with those ancient families at all. Even if they could participate in the last round of auction, it would be of no avail.

A collection of this level, such as the second-generation embryos, is worth an ancient family's all-out struggle for. Moreover, apart from the three of them, no one here is fighting alone.

Lu Mingfei could tell who were allies of generations just by looking up.

These mixed-race families have existed for such a long time in history that they are certainly not qualified to do this alone.

Wars have not occurred for a long time, and the covenants signed by our ancestors have probably been lost for a long time.

So no one took them seriously before.

But a real second-generation embryo was right in front of them. It might be the highest-level living dragon that could be captured in human history. Almost everyone could imagine how great the power and authority that thing could bring them.

The thought of a real, living ancient dragonlet was so thrilling that those who were qualified to compete for the embryo trembled with excitement.

Their dragon blood, which had originally cooled down, began to boil again, and the covenant that had long been lost in the depths of history came into effect again. In just a few minutes, the people in the hall were divided into several different groups, each of which was composed of several or even dozens of families.

Lu Mingfei really couldn't imagine how he and his people could compete with those ancient families that had accumulated huge wealth.

Chu Zihang was as calm as ever, but seeing his solemn expression and the long sword Murasame slung across his back, Lu Mingfei thought that this guy was probably ready. If he couldn't gain an advantage in the bidding, he would just start snatching things away after the auction.

This is definitely something a killer like him can do.

In this way, the principal is also a similar murderer and violent element.

These two brainless guys might actually do something like blatantly robbing an auction.

The only difference is that Chu Zihang will probably block the winner of the auction after the auction, chop the other party's axle with a long knife, then jump onto the hood to smash the front windshield and put the knife across the other party's neck to force the other party to hand over the embryo.

The principal would probably laugh wildly and take out a rocket launcher from somewhere and threaten everyone here to hand over the embryos to him immediately, otherwise don't blame the rocket in his hand for being blind!