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Leilia, leading her many young dragons, stopped at the entrance of the canyon. As a blue dragon, she also disliked the harsh environment. After a brief rest, she continued flying into the canyon.

A biting wind blew in his face, carrying flakes of pure white snow. They landed on Thor and instantly melted with a soft "hiss" as they were warmed by his extremely high body temperature.

The harsh environment not only made him feel uncomfortable, but even the green and black dragon hatchlings showed expressions of disgust on their faces.

Only those idiots who originally lived in the endless glaciers were now like huskies returning to the snow, their faces full of excitement.

After advancing for about ten more miles, the canyon suddenly opened up, revealing a coniferous forest surrounded by mountains, interspersed with some hardy birch trees.

On the forest side near the canyon entrance, a large number of trees had been felled to build a makeshift camp, where human figures could be seen moving about.

Thor recognized the orcs inside, as well as the dragonborn with blue scales.

It seems that this is not the enemy they are dealing with, but rather a member of the Blue Dragon Clan.

As expected, Leilia led the baby dragons straight toward the camp.

A dragonborn atop a watchtower quickly noticed the approaching shadowy figures. Then, the melodious sound of bull horns rang out, and the entire camp erupted in a cacophony of cheers.

Seemingly having known in advance about the impending arrival of Leilia and the young dragons, a huge tent had already been erected in the open area in the center of the camp.

The tent was supported by a thick tree trunk and covered with a large amount of animal hides. Although it looked somewhat rudimentary, it was enough to protect against the constant cold winds from the outside.

After landing with her flock of young dragons, Leilia, who had had enough of the harsh environment, gave a few instructions to one of the particularly tall dragonborn who came to greet her, and then disappeared into her tent.

Two blue dragon hatchlings seemed to want to follow, but she turned around and gave them a warning look, so they had no choice but to stop.

The young dragons were left alone on the spot, their bodies exposed to the cold wind.

Chapter Fifty-Five: Dragonborn

The snowflakes that rushed towards him made Thor squint involuntarily. Watching Leilia's retreating figure as she went into the tent alone, he couldn't help but grit his teeth.

Sure enough, none of the colorful dragons were good people; they were all selfish, stingy, and petty, including themselves.

Before long, the biting cold became unbearable for him. Only when he slightly unfolded the folded wings on his back, covering his entire body like two red seashells, did he barely feel a trace of warmth.

Although the low temperature here wouldn't cause any real harm to Thor, his body's instinctive aversion still made him eager to get rid of the current environment. So he looked at the dragonborn beside him through the gap between his two wings.

This is a humanoid intelligent creature, generally over two meters tall and weighing two to three hundred kilograms.

Their ferocious heads looked almost exactly like those of dragons, and their bodies were covered with a tough skin and azure scales.

This can be considered the most outstanding servant of the true dragon. Not only does it possess high intelligence and loyalty, but it also inherits the true dragon's great strength and is capable of handling almost any task.

The only drawback is that the cost of converting a dragonborn is too high—it requires a true dragon to give up a certain amount of blood essence and magic power, plus various magical materials and complicated rituals as assistance.

If too many dragon descendants are transformed, the true dragon itself may even experience a decrease in bloodline concentration and a permanent reduction in strength.

Thor, in any case, has no intention of personally converting into a Dragonborn until he obtains a template of a monster with super regenerative abilities, such as Nergigante.

I never expected that old man Stormfang would be so bold. There are more than eight Dragonborn appearing in front of Thor at this moment. I wonder what price he paid.

But after a closer look, the hint of amazement in his eyes quickly turned into disdain.

These creatures not only lack wings and tails, but their scales are not pure azure; they are mixed with other colors, clearly indicating that they are offspring of dragons and other creatures.

If the offspring of a true dragon, or the offspring of a true dragon and other creatures, can be called dragon people, then the offspring of a dragon person and an ordinary creature can only be called half-dragon people, and beyond that, they can only be considered dragon-transformed creatures.

The first generation of dragon people, even without training, will have a challenge level of 10 or higher upon reaching adulthood, as well as a long lifespan and a natural breath weapon.

Their descendants will likely face at least half the challenge level upon reaching adulthood, and very few will inherit the dragon wings and breath abilities; their lifespan will also be significantly shortened.

If diluted for several more generations, they might even become like kobolds, with no trace of dragon blood within them.

According to Thor's observation, the dragonborn in front of him were at most half-dragons, unable to fly or breathe fire; they were just enhanced versions of lizardmen.

Soon, the other young dragons also realized this, and some of the blue dragons who were superior to these dragonborn beings showed a sense of superiority and contempt on their faces.

Verix seemed to want to show off his power, so he took a step forward, spread his wings, and spoke.

"Blue dragon's servant, quickly prepare a comfortable nest for me. I've had enough of the wind and snow here."

However, the largest of the half-dragons shook its head and replied in a hoarse voice crackling with electricity.

"We serve the great Lord Stormfang, who has ordered us to temporarily obey Lady Leilia's commands. You have no right to order us around."

If you want a nest, there are plenty of trees in the nearby forest; you could try building one yourself.

Upon hearing this, Verix flew into a rage, completely unprepared for a group of bastards with only a thin layer of blue dragon blood to dare defy him.

"Damn it! How dare you disobey the orders of the great Verix! I will make you regret what you did today!!"

The noise attracted Thor's attention, and he couldn't help but cast a look at the blue dragon hatchling as if it were an idiot.

But standing there in the wind and snow isn't a solution. They need to figure out how long they're going to stay before deciding what kind of shelter to build.

He slightly spread the wings that were folded at his sides, his thick neck protruding from between the wings, and roared in a deep voice.

"Enough! Stop with the nonsense. I need to know why we're here and how long we're going to stay!"

The leading half-dragon looked at the tall red dragon cub before him and felt an invisible pressure from the fierce aura emanating from it. He immediately put away his previous contempt and his tone became serious.

"There was a small mithril vein at the end of the canyon, but it had already been occupied by a group of glacier dwarves before we discovered it."

They had been hiding in the cramped mine shafts, using the terrain to withstand several waves of our attacks, so…”

After hearing only the beginning, Thor roughly understood what had happened—the blue dragons had their eyes on the Glacier Dwarves' treasure, but because they were too big to squeeze into the narrow mine, they had turned to the young dragons.

But this means that these young dragons must go deep underground, give up the powerful flying advantage of the real dragons, and fight those damned dwarves in close combat.

This situation seems to be more dangerous than Thor had imagined.

After listening to the whole story, he walked silently to the open space next to the camp.

Regardless, let's build the nest first. Finding the treasure of the glacier dwarves in the complex mines won't be a quick task.

After choosing a spot, Thor took a deep breath and felt as if a huge block of ice had been stuffed into his chest and abdomen.

However, it was only a moment later that the abundant magic power within him ignited the cold air, turning it into rolling waves of flame that spewed out from the corners of his split mouth.

The snow on the ground melted, and the frozen soil, which was as hard as steel, softened.

Before the soil could freeze again, Thor quickly moved his two front paws and burrowed into the ground like a giant groundhog.

In such cold weather, even the thickest buildings will leak air; only by going deep underground can one be insulated from the continuous chill.

He plans to dig more than ten meters underground first, then fill it with wood to create a fire pit.

Anyway, the Red Dragon isn't afraid of high temperatures, and it won't get choked by the smoke. It'll be absolutely comfortable once the temperature rises.

The only problem is that the timber will likely be consumed quickly, even though there are oil-rich coniferous forests nearby, we still have to brave the cold winds to cut them down.

Thinking of this, Solton immediately stopped digging, lifted his mud-covered head out of the deep pit, and turned to look at Sistana and Kalp not far away.

“You two fools! Come here! My great brother has taken pity on you and will allow you to stay in the same cave with me this time.”

Chapter Fifty-Six: Deep Underground

As for younger siblings, they are naturally only needed when they are useful, and discarded when they are no longer needed.

As the only two young dragons among many, and in the icy wilderness that was extremely disadvantageous to them, Sistana and Kalp were at a loss. Upon hearing Thor's call, they ran over without thinking.

When he got closer, he realized that he had been used as free labor. After weighing the options, he had no choice but to let Thor do as he pleased.

Although this elder brother is greedy, tyrannical, and untrustworthy, at least for now, he can provide them with a little bit of protection.

…………

Three days passed in the blink of an eye, and Thor's cave was basically completed.

This damned glacial area, even if you dig more than ten meters deep, it's still all hard permafrost, without a trace of geothermal activity.

The only good news during this time was that the half-dragons and half-orcs in the camp would provide free food for the young dragons, so they wouldn't have to go through the trouble of hunting for themselves.

However, this was inevitable. In such a frozen wasteland, it was a problem for the young dragons to even fill their stomachs, let alone have the energy to attack the glacier dwarves in the mines.

Around noon on the third day, Leilia, who had disappeared for some time, finally emerged from the tent again.

She glanced at the sun high in the sky with her amber eyes, raised her long neck high, and let out a roar that sounded like electricity.

"You idiots! Time to get to work!"

A tremendous sound wave echoed through the coniferous forest, shaking the loose snow off the branches.

Thor, who was lying lazily in the embers of the charcoal fire, reluctantly rolled over, his long, powerful tail swishing as he crawled down the long slope towards the cave entrance.

Hearing the commotion, Sistana and Kalp, who were standing nearby, quickly followed behind, already determined that they would never leave Thor no matter what.

The moment he stepped out of the cave, a biting wind rushed towards him. The drastic temperature difference made Thor grimace, and he forced himself to resist the urge to crawl back into the cave before walking up to Leilia.

Soon, the other young dragons also emerged one after another from various places around the camp. Most of them, like Thor, chose to dig holes and hide, while the white dragons simply slept in the open snowdrifts.

Leilia glanced at the young dragons gathered in front of her and nodded in satisfaction when she saw that none of them were missing.

With her wings spread wide like a pterosaur, she flew silently toward the leafy forest ahead, followed closely by more than twenty young dragons. Meanwhile, the army in the camp, a mix of dragonborn, orcs, and kobolds, ran forward on the ground.

If you look down at this canyon hidden between two mountains from a high place, you will find that its shape is very similar to an open eye, wide in the middle and narrow on both sides, with the coniferous forest in the center resembling a pure white pupil.

After Thor and his companions crossed the forecourt, the mountain walls on both sides began to narrow again, and the width of the canyon continued to shrink until only a bottomless crack remained.

Leilia stopped on a protruding boulder in front of the crevice, turned around to look at the young dragon behind her, and revealed a slightly ferocious smile.

“We’ve arrived. Now it’s your turn to shine. All dragons, come before me. Don’t even think about trying to escape. I will mark you.”

As the first blue dragon hatchling flew to Leilia, she stretched out a claw and pointed forward. A dazzling bolt of lightning flashed, instantly leaving a radiating lightning pattern on the hatchling's chest.

After doing all this, Leilia waved her claws, and the blue dragon hatchling flew to the side on its own, followed by another one flying up.

One by one, the young dragons were marked. When it was Thor's turn, he felt a sudden sharp pain in his chest, followed by a strange magical force swirling around his chest.

This magic is like a huge net, existing not only on the scales and skin, but also penetrating deep into the muscles. Even if you tear off the entire chest, you cannot completely eradicate it.

No wonder this blue dragon dared to let these young dragons crawl into the crevice; it turns out it had a way of locating them.

It's just unknown whether this mark is some kind of magic or a spell-like ability, how long it lasts, and how large its range is.

Marking more than twenty young dragons with magic in succession was a considerable drain on Leilia, a young blue dragon.

Her expression was visibly much more listless, and the azure scales on her body had dimmed somewhat.

She regained her composure only after the Blue Dragon Clan's army arrived, and roared in a high-pitched voice.

"Brave warriors! It's time to show your worth! Go into the crevice behind me, slaughter every glacier dwarf you see, and bring back all their treasure!"

The troops below immediately cheered and roared with excitement, while the young dragons looked as if their mothers had died.

There is nothing more distressing for them than plundering treasures for other dragons.

To prevent the young dragons from hiding in some corner after entering the crevice and not putting in any effort, Leilia mixed them with the familiar army and divided them into small teams.

Each young dragon was accompanied by about ten followers, and Thor, Sistana, and Kalp quickly amassed nearly thirty followers.

Most of them were orcs, some were kobolds, and there was only one dragonborn.

What all the young dragons found hard to accept was that the dominant force in these groups was not them, but the dragonborn.

Clearly, in Stormfang and Leilia's hearts, these young dragons were far less trustworthy than the dragonborn, which explains why the dragonborn initially ignored Verix's orders.

Legions of dependents and young dragons began to enter the enormous crevice one by one. As they moved forward, the rocks on both sides continued to squeeze towards the center, making the path narrower and narrower.

Before long, the crack, which was originally more than ten meters wide, was reduced to a thin line less than three meters wide, and the ground beneath our feet began to tilt downwards, as if it were going deeper into the ground.

After some time, even the sunlight shining down from above was completely blocked by the rocks, and the surroundings were dark, with only the howling wind in one's ears.

Fortunately, whether they are true dragons, dragonborn, orcs, or kobolds, they all have good dark vision, so they are not completely blind.

As if things had reached their extreme and then reversed, after continuing to descend for a while, the rock walls on both sides actually widened.

At the end of this fissure, there was a huge cavern, with stalagmites hanging down from above. Thor's wing-like outer ears twitched, as if he heard a faint knocking sound.

Chapter Fifty-Seven: The Glacier Dwarfs