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With a gentle wave of her paw, Vera Marendes drew the small piece of Skystone that Thor had left behind into her palm, pulled by an invisible force.

She gazed at the gemstone, which contained a strange power, her eyes flickering as if deep in thought. After a long while, she finally spoke.

"If you want to seek refuge, you can move to Silvermoon City. With me and my partner there, that red dragon won't bother you for a while."

After she finished speaking, her figure began to blur, disappearing into the void just as she had come, vanishing completely.

The remaining silver dragons exchanged glances, each seeing a hint of bitterness in the other's eyes.

"We won't cause them any trouble in the short term," the implication being that things might change in the long run.

Since that red dragon dared to say that it would reclaim the crown of the mountain a hundred years from now, it must have some kind of reliance on it.

A hundred years is such a short time for a true dragon. If by then even the Silver Moon Dragon Queen has been defeated, who will be able to protect them?

Should they hide in another dimension? But what about their territory and their relatives and friends?

So be it! So be it! It's only a hundred years anyway, being temporarily subservient to that red dragon isn't too long.

It is said that there is a golden dragon in his territory, so his promises must be somewhat guaranteed.

Moreover, if the territory could be completely autonomous according to its own ideas, it seems that it could also achieve its original purpose.

Since we cannot rely on force to save those innocent creatures, let's try another way: bring civilization to them and avoid unnecessary deaths.

Various thoughts flashed through the minds of the metal dragons, and after some self-consolation, they finally felt a little better.

After some time, Aristanta and Zelisos finally regained their mobility and, dragging their heavily injured bodies, flew out of the crater.

The devastating blow left the two legendary metal dragons dejected, a sense of regret welling up within them.

That's just how it is! In the wilderness, the chaotic and evil are the majority of creatures; those that can be called kind are only a very small minority.

Even centaurs often raid other races, so they can only be considered neutral at best.

What does it have to do with them fighting to the death with the red dragon? They had to meddle in other people's business, and now look what happened, they've gotten themselves involved.

This is truly a case of trying to steal a chicken but losing the rice instead.

Chapter 267 Sudden Wealth

Dealing with those two legendary silver and bronze dragons, whose strength wasn't exactly top-tier, was as easy for Thor as a light exercise after a meal.

As his dragon aura surged forth, a dazzling meteor streaked across the sky, instantly returning him to his Crimson Flame Palace atop the volcano.

Before he could even rest for a moment, a dragon-blooded kobold came to report that Alan was requesting an audience.

Is it because of the silver dragon and the bronze dragon?

Almost subconsciously, he thought of the two people he had found earlier. It seemed that things were indeed as he had expected; they were also after the autonomous territory he had promised.

He naturally welcomed this, and wouldn't even mind handing over his entire territory to the metal dragon to manage.

The great red dragon craves nothing more than spiritual essence. Even when faced with wealth, it can give up a portion of its resources and doesn't care about the so-called dragon faction.

After all, metal dragons are far superior to chromatic dragons, and even most evil creatures, in managing their territories. Even the Red Dragon Queen's chosen successor was a golden dragon, wasn't he?

So, after the dragon vein kobolds informed her, Alan quickly led her sisters into the vast palace paved with obsidian.

Thor looked down at the several tiny figures walking towards him: a blonde woman, a silver-haired girl, and a loli with red and orange hair, arranged from tallest to shortest, which didn't seem strange at all.

Seemingly hampered by their pride, they did not reveal their true forms, but instead maintained their altered human shapes.

Alan bowed slightly to Thor first and spoke softly:

“These are my sisters, Luna Surenawell and Fia Carisos. They come from a continent on the other side of the sea and have come to offer me assistance. I hope you will allow them to roam freely within your territory.”

Thor turned his gaze to the silver and bronze dragons behind Alan. An immense sense of oppression instantly enveloped them, causing the two young creatures, still in their adolescence, to tremble slightly.

Although they had long heard that an extremely powerful red dragon resided in this volcanic palace, it was only when they saw it with their own eyes that Luna and Fia truly realized just how terrifying it was.

This terrifying aura, seemingly capable of incinerating everything in the world, was truly chilling to the bone. Their survival instincts were frantically issuing warnings, and if it weren't for their trust in Ailan, they probably would have already fled in panic.

So when Thor's gaze swept over them, they immediately became like quails locked on by an eagle, lowering their heads and remaining silent. Even the usually humorous and sarcastic copper dragon dared only to mutter to himself.

Looking at them, Thor seemed to see two highly skilled laborers who could work hard without complaint, and a smile appeared on his face as he laughed loudly.

"My territory has always welcomed all creatures with good intentions. You don't need to report such trivial matters to me in the future; you can handle them yourself."

If you have any other friends, please bring them along; the more the better.

Alan gave a noncommittal reply, but the long-standing feud between the metal dragon and the five-colored dragon, which had lasted for millions of years, was not something that anyone could easily let go of. This was all the help she could find.

Even she herself felt a little uncomfortable in front of Thor, so after reporting the important matters, she immediately prepared to leave.

However, before leaving, she seemed to suddenly remember something and couldn't help but remind him.

"There may be an enemy attack soon, so you'd better prepare in advance and evacuate any creatures in the vicinity."

This surprised Thor. Although Alan's words did not mention any information about metal dragons, but simply told him to be vigilant, it was already unbelievable that a gold dragon would reveal information about the metal dragon project to a red dragon.

"Are you talking about those two old bastards, Aristanta and Zelisos, who are plotting with the Gray Peak Mountains to attack me?"

Thor's answer immediately shocked Alan, who clearly hadn't expected that Thor had already received the news in advance.

"How did you know?"

Thor simply grinned and let out a wild, unrestrained laugh.

"The great red dragon naturally has its own information channels, and your information is outdated. Those two old guys and the members they've gathered will soon become your colleagues."

"When the time comes, as their senior, you'll have to guide them well and help them build my territory!"

These words left Alan and the others completely bewildered, and they stepped out of the Crimson Flame Palace with a heart full of doubts.

A few days later, when enormous figures appeared on the distant horizon, Alan and the others thought they were invading enemies. However, they did not expect that these behemoths would land at the foot of the volcano and lower their proud heads to the palace on the mountaintop.

When Thor emerged from the Crimson Flame Palace, he was greeted by a scene of dragons paying homage. The desire for conquest within his red dragon bloodline was instantly satisfied, and he couldn't help but laugh wildly to the sky.

The thunderous laughter echoed far and wide. As Aristanta gazed at the arrogant figure above, a strong sense of defeat and bitterness welled up in his heart.

Since the battle a few days ago, the first thing he did was to gather information about the red dragon through various channels.

However, the more he learned, the more horrified he became.

Thor's true identity is no secret in the wilderness, and his growth trajectory has many witnesses.

When the "young dragon" age group was presented to Arisanta, this legendary powerhouse who had lived for hundreds of years could hardly believe his eyes at that moment.

This is a dragon! A true dragon with a long lifespan but slow growth! How could it have acquired such terrifying strength in less than twenty years?

Even among humans, a species known for its short lifespan and rapid growth, becoming a legend at this age requires divine favor or an extraordinary stroke of luck.

What's even more terrifying is that such a short time means that the red dragon's bloodline potential has not yet been fully realized. Even if it does nothing, its strength will continue to increase as its body grows.

If this speed can be maintained, let alone a hundred years later, it may only take a few decades for the Silver Moon Dragon Queen to hand over the Crown of the Mountain.

Arisanta only regretted that he hadn't gathered enough intelligence before taking action; ultimately, he had made the mistake of arrogance.

It's too late to say anything now. I can only hope that a hundred years from now, this red dragon will keep its promise and give them their freedom.

A thought flashed through his mind, and Arisanta spat out a silver ring. With a flash of light, a large amount of gold and silver jewelry poured out.

The other metal dragons nearby followed suit, each reluctantly handing over their wealth.

Various gold and gemstones quickly piled up into a small mountain, and there were even a few magical items, as well as precious calligraphy, paintings and antiques.

The wealth of two legendary metal dragons, plus several mature and adult silver dragons, is considerable. While it certainly isn't all their possessions, it's at least more than half of their total wealth.

If converted into gold coins, this single harvest would probably be enough to match the sum of all of Thor's previous harvests.

Chapter 268 Darkborn

What should one do with a sudden windfall of wealth? Should one, like other true dragons, hide it in a secret treasure vault?

No! That's something only a cowardly miser would do. Thor decided to take out all the gold and jewels and embed them in his Crimson Palace, making the already magnificent palace even more splendid and luxurious.

He wanted all living beings in the world to know of his wealth, and he wanted the metal dragons to feel heartache when they saw the palace.

At the same time, this magnificent building was also a way to demonstrate the strength of his territory to the outside world, symbolizing his military prowess, wealth, and the high degree of unity between power and faith.

Ordinary beings only need to glance at this palace to feel awe and longing, which will involuntarily provide Thor with a continuous source of spiritual essence, and also make him more talked about and increase his popularity in the world.

Thus, large quantities of gold and silver coins were quickly melted into molten gold and silver, and then carefully forged by the gray dwarf craftsmen into light gold foil and silver thread, which, along with the gems, were inlaid one by one on the outer walls and pillars of the Crimson Flame Palace.

In addition to the existing five-colored dragon reliefs, metal dragons have now been added, with the dragons circling the four walls of the palace, but all of them are covered by a large roof made of red gold.

The traveling merchants who frequented the territory of Sol only needed to glance at it from afar to feel as if their eyes were being burned by the dazzling light that symbolized wealth.

A tremendous greed surged from the depths of their hearts, but was suppressed by the fear within them. This desire was bottled up inside and could only be vented through conversation.

Gradually, the story of a palace made entirely of gold and silver began to circulate widely, and Thor became the richest man in the world in this legendary tale.

If he were to draw upon the template of a "rich woman" in the future and truly possess endless gold, he might be able to replace the image of those deities in the public's mind and become another symbol of wealth.

However, these are all things for later. At this time, Thor still focused most of his energy on the development of his territory.

A huge raptor with black feathers and a red beak, nearly three meters tall, was standing on the armrest beside his throne, affectionately rubbing against his scales.

This was the original black-feathered eagle. Long-term mental control, coupled with the feeding of various precious foods, not only completely molded the bird of prey's mind and will into Thor's likeness, but its body also underwent a tremendous transformation.

Its thick, sharp claws were covered with scales that resembled dragon scales, its nails and beak shimmered with a metallic sheen, and its skin glowed red like unburnt charcoal.

A ball of orange-red flame burned atop its head, resembling an ever-burning crown, and the feathers on its body rubbed against each other, producing a clanging sound like metal clashing.

Without a doubt, this creature can no longer be called a ferocious animal, but should be called a magical creature.

The mad dragon virus emanating from Thor's body has granted this raptor the ability to control fire-attribute magic elements. Combined with its claws that can pierce through metal and stone, it would probably be no problem to hunt down even the young white dragon.

And Thor didn't only have one bird of prey like this. After waking from his previous slumber, he ordered his men to capture a large number of black-feathered eagles and, using his ability to control group creatures, tamed them all.

These birds of prey will become Thor's "eyes," just as they previously controlled the bats to explore the abandoned dungeons, helping him better patrol his territory.

Unlike before, with the improvement of his strength and the dual transformation of his body and mind after entering the legendary realm, the duration of his spells is no longer just a few dozen hours.

As long as the controlled life is not dead, and the spiritual imprint left on it remains, he can keep it under his control and take it over at any time.

As a large number of magnificent birds soared through the sky, the scenes below were clearly presented in Thor's mind.

Giants, six or seven meters tall, with dark red skin, heavy armor, and ferocious horns, walked across the desolate land.

Wherever it goes, earth and rocks are destroyed, grass and trees are scorched, and all dissenting voices are burned to ashes, leaving only praise for the red dragon.

The curse of the mad dragon from Thor carries a set of legendary true dragon life memes that transcend the norm. When applied to ordinary creatures, it is almost equivalent to granting them limitless potential.

This caused these dragonborn who received the cursed seed to grow stronger at an imperceptible rate almost every moment.

The more intense the battle, the faster they become stronger. Often, as long as they survive a fierce battle, their strength will improve dramatically.

Now, quite some time has passed since they were ordered to clear the wilderness. Some of the dragonborn have already perished in the resistance of the wilderness's native inhabitants. After all, in such a vast wilderness, there are always some dangerous creatures lurking.

However, when these natives kill the dragonborn, they often cannot resist the temptation of the cursed seed rising from the corpse, wanting to plunder that powerful force.

Thus, the dragon slayer becomes the dragon himself, as if it were an inescapable curse. The remaining resistance fighters despairingly discovered that these terrifying creatures seemed invincible, growing stronger and more numerous with each kill.

Because these dragonborn, descended from the red dragon, were entirely dark red and surrounded by black smoke, they eventually acquired a name that struck fear into the hearts of the entire wilderness—the Darkborn.

On this day, the black-feathered eagle, who served as Thor's eyes, witnessed an internal strife originating from the centaurs.

Two centaurs from opposing factions were locked in a fierce chase across the vast grasslands. One side was led by a terrifying behemoth that resembled a mobile fortress, while the other side was led by a silvery moonlight—Aurora and Lunaris.

The centaurs' division was inevitable and, due to differing ideologies, ultimately evolved into deep hatred.

The enormous beast galloped across the grassland, and with each thud of its heavy iron hooves, the earth trembled.

Dragon-attribute energy, like jet-black lightning, swirled around her body as she wielded the giant spear in her hand, each strike carrying unparalleled power and formidable armor-piercing force.

This made Lunaris, who was far inferior in both strength and physical fitness, dare not take the attack head-on. He could only rely on the agility that his size gave him to flee and dodge in a sorry state.

If it weren't for the holy lance in his hand giving him a weapon advantage, he would probably have been smashed into mincemeat long ago.

Fortunately, after continuous exchanges of fire, the opponent's weapon was already riddled with wounds and would probably break in no time.

At that time, even the strongest, unarmed giant centaur would not be his match.

The two centaurs chased each other across the grassland for several days until a crisp "click" sounded, which sounded like heavenly music to Lunaris.