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Some novice adventurers might think that when they encounter a dragon in the wild, they can take advantage of their small size to hide, wait for the right opportunity to launch a sneak attack and deliver a fatal blow, thus completing the feat of slaying the dragon.

However, the reality is quite different. As a near-perfect creature, the true dragon possesses a perception far exceeding that of most other creatures in the world.

Often, the moment you spot the dragon, it may have already sensed your presence.

In the complex environment of underground caves, hearing is undoubtedly much more reliable than sight, and the echolocation ability that Saul obtained from the scale bat template has now begun to play a role.

The clanging and banging sounds, if nothing unexpected, were coming from their target – the Glacier Dwarves.

Thor, aware of this, made no fuss and continued to follow the army of his kin at a leisurely pace, as if nothing had happened.

He was very clear about his purpose for this trip: to coast along and find every possible way to slack off.

He wasn't the biological father of those blue dragons, so why should he risk his life for them? Once a battle broke out, he would be the one who got hurt, and he wouldn't get any benefits at all. Just thinking about it made the dragon feel indignant.

Ideally, we should just keep going like this until the end of this mission, and avoid encountering a single Glacier Dwarf.

But ideals are always lofty, while reality is often harsh.

Thor soon noticed that the clanging and knocking sounds were getting louder and louder in his ears, and the family members walking in front were very familiar with the road conditions, clearly not their first time here.

Before long, the other young dragons and their accompanying legions also heard the commotion ahead. The hushed conversations that had been going on suddenly stopped, leaving only the cold sound of footsteps echoing in the empty cavern.

As they drew closer, a blue-white light suddenly appeared in the pitch-black environment ahead.

The sounds of digging and hammering have become extremely clear here, interspersed with the booming voices unique to the dwarves.

The leading group of dependents stopped, turned around, and began waving their hands, seemingly communicating with their companions behind them using a unique sign language.

Soon, several orcs stepped out of the group and rushed towards the direction from which the sound came.

They wore light leather armor covered by thick fur cloaks, and their steps were quick and light as they moved forward, their bodies seemingly blending into the shadows, appearing hazy and indistinct.

They were surprisingly rare orc assassins, these guys who walked the path of shadows, and were also excellent scouts.

Along with the young dragons, the entire dependent army of over 200 people stopped and patiently waited for the scouts to bring back the news.

About ten minutes later, the vanished orcs suddenly emerged from behind a rock pillar and began gesturing wildly at one of the dragonborn. The dragonborn then nodded and rallied the legion to continue their advance.

The sound of numerous footsteps on the ground was like a dense drumbeat. The kinship legion in front initially walked slowly, but then their speed gradually increased.

When the numerous mine shafts illuminated by the cold blue-white light came into view, the team had completely transformed into a charge.

"Kill them!!"

An excited roar suddenly rang out, and an orc leaped from the darkness into the cold light, raising his greatsword and slashing at the nearest glacier dwarf.

This sudden turn of events did not alarm the short men, whose average height was just over one meter. They quickly swung their pickaxes and charged forward.

As a variant of dwarves that emerged in extreme environments, the Glacier Dwarves have pale skin, as well as silvery-white beards and hair.

On their exposed skin, such as their faces and palms, one can see a thick layer of keratin that looks like frost; their foreheads are high, and their nostrils are wide, flat, and full of wrinkles.

Although they are only a little over a meter tall, they are very sturdy and weigh more than normal adult men. This means they have higher muscle and bone density, as well as exaggerated strength compared to their size.

The longsword, over a meter long, clashed with the thick pickaxe, sending up a dazzling shower of sparks. However, the result was that the orc, who was almost twice the height of a dwarf, was forcibly knocked back, his hands going numb, and he almost lost his grip on his weapon.

The glacier dwarf with a long beard that looked like a braid and almost dragged on the ground didn't even glance at the orc who had been knocked back. He dropped his pickaxe and plunged headfirst into the mine shaft next to him.

"Those bastards raised by ice shards are here again, prepare for battle!"

A rough roar echoed through the cave, and then the dwarf emerged from the mine again, now carrying a shield that could almost cover his entire body, and a giant hammer over a meter long with a head as big as a pumpkin.

In the next instant, even more glacier dwarves poured out of the mines everywhere. They all looked short and stocky, but they were all carrying all kinds of exaggerated heavy weapons.

Moreover, due to their expertise in mining and forging ores, they wore a high degree of armor, complete with helmets and breastplates, and some even had combat boots and arm guards.

Having dealt with each other many times, the two sides were already familiar with each other. Without any unnecessary words, they started fighting as soon as they met.

The faces of the orcs began to turn crimson, their eyes gleaming red from the bloodshot. The excitement brought on by their berserk state and the weakening of their sense of pain made them fearless, and they surged towards the glacier dwarves like a tidal wave.

The glacial dwarves, almost all of whom were heavily armored warriors, were like heavy reefs, remaining unmoved despite the pounding of the tide, with the sounds of fierce collisions rising and falling continuously.

Thor discovered that these glacier dwarves were surprisingly strong, and their challenge level was probably at least 3 or higher.

In other words, even if they were to face an adult centaur, as long as it wasn't in an open area that was extremely disadvantageous to them, they would have a considerable chance of winning.

Although there were more orcs, they couldn't do anything to the enemy for the time being. Once the berserk state wore off, retreat would probably be the only option left.

As for the kobolds mixed in with the orcs? They were treated like servants. Before they awakened their dragon veins, their combat power was not even comparable to that of a strong adult, and they could be almost ignored.

Seeing that the battle between the two sides had reached a stalemate in a short time, the tall dragonborn turned his head to look at the young dragons.

"It's time for you all to take the stage. Show the power of the true dragon and help us defeat those glacial dwarves."

Thor swished his tail listlessly, seemingly oblivious to what was happening, his gaze fixed on the stalactites hanging overhead.

Sistana and Kalp, naturally following his example, also remained still.

Even the green, black, and blue dragon hatchlings pretended not to hear, while only a few white dragon hatchlings roared excitedly and pounced on them.

Thor watched as one of the white dragon hatchlings slammed into the tower shield in the hand of a glacier dwarf. Although the impact forced the dwarf to stagger backward, the dwarf retaliated by striking its head hard with a hammer, causing it to let out a shrill howl.

"Are these guys really idiots?"

Chapter Fifty-Eight: Zhenbing

As the weakest of the five colored dragons, the white dragon hatchling is sometimes even smaller than the red dragon calves, and the same goes for the challenge level.

In addition, their icy breath was not very effective against the glacier dwarves who were naturally resistant to cold. Their still immature scales and claws were no match for the thick shields and armor of the enemy, as well as the huge hammers weighing dozens of kilograms.

In other words, a white dragon hatchling would not gain the slightest advantage against a fully armed glacial dwarf warrior.

Rushing in so hastily could even cost you your life.

"He's just a moron with an IQ of less than 9, he can't see the situation at all."

The other young dragons wore expressions of disdain. Like Thor, they planned to wait until the orcs had exhausted the glacier dwarves before selectively entering the fray.

As for the casualties among the orcs during this period? They weren't their own people anyway, so what did it matter to them if more orcs died?

The Blue Dragonborn had clearly seen through this as well, and said in a deep voice.

"Lady Leilia will know everything that happened here, and anyone who shirks or avoids the fight will be punished!"

These words sent a chill down the spines of the young dragons. A young blue dragon was still quite intimidating to them.

So the blue dragon whelps couldn't wait any longer and flapped their wings, gliding low into the air as they rushed forward. The green and black dragons followed closely behind, while Thor leisurely mingled among them.

A dazzling burst of lightning flashed through the dark cave, and a yellowish-green poisonous mist rolled and spread, mixed with acid splashing everywhere.

The breath of a true dragon is their most powerful weapon, and even when they are still young dragons, they can still cause widespread damage.

The scales of victory began to tip, with glacier dwarves falling one after another, their bodies charred black, or riddled with holes from being poisoned and corroded by acid.

Thor didn't spew fire indiscriminately. The fire element concentration in this godforsaken place was far too low. The fact that he could maintain his magic power was already a remarkable talent.

After infiltrating the battlefield, he went straight for a glacier dwarf wielding a long-handled battle axe, casually raising his claws to engage in what appeared to be a fierce battle.

Seeing that the glacier dwarves were being driven back and were already considering hiding in the mines behind them, Thor suddenly exerted his strength, knocking the dwarf's weapon away with one hand, and then swiftly reached out with his other claw, grabbing the dwarf's head and squeezing it hard.

A piercing creaking sound rang out, and the helmet made of fine iron was deformed by his grip, along with the skull of the glacier dwarf inside, which gushed out red and white substances.

"How can there be so many baby dragons!"

"Damn reptiles! Retreat! Back into the mine!"

In just three minutes after the young dragon joined the battle, the number of casualties among the Glacier Dwarves was more than the total number of casualties they had suffered in the previous battles against the Orcs.

This directly shattered their fighting spirit, and they began to hastily retreat into the mine behind them.

The young dragons and orcs, their eyes already bloodshot, gave chase, rampaging and roaring with excitement.

"Roar! Kill all these dwarves!"

"Don't let them get away!"

Thor was dragged along by them and had no choice but to crawl into those mine shafts that were less than two meters high. The cold, hard stone walls all around him made him feel annoyed.

Looking at the backsides of the orcs and young dragons in front of him, a crazy thought inexplicably popped into his mind: if he were to unleash a charged breath attack right now, could he burn them all to ashes?

But reason prevailed and he dismissed the idea. As they continued forward, the mine, initially narrow, gradually widened.

As the traces of human excavation gradually faded, the surrounding rock walls became jagged again, and at the other end of that cave, there was another underground fissure.

As the young dragons and their retinues charged forward in a chaotic frenzy, Thor subtly slowed his pace, and figures passed by him one after another, until he soon fell to the very back.

He felt something was off. If there was such a large space behind the mine, why were those glacier dwarves still digging at the entrance?

Is it because the mineral deposits there are particularly rich? Or is there only one entrance?

He couldn't understand it, but since killing more enemies and seizing more spoils wouldn't benefit him at all, he might as well be cautious and let those guys scout ahead.

However, everything went surprisingly smoothly afterward. Following the trail of the glacier dwarves' escape, they actually discovered a dwarf camp.

The embers remaining on the ground indicate that people must have lived here not long ago. They seem to have fled in such a hurry that they didn't have time to take many valuables with them.

"This is! This is mithril!"

"And this too, cold iron! Lots of cold iron!"

"My God... Could this be Zhen Bing?"

Various sounds of surprise kept coming, making Sistana and Calp, who were standing next to Thor, feel a little itchy inside.

After exchanging a glance, they immediately abandoned Thor and quickened their pace toward the camp ahead.

When Thor arrived, he found a large number of young dragons gathered together, with some rough wooden boxes that had been opened and contained various ores in the middle.

The vast majority of them are a dark, cold-looking iron ore, which is considered an excellent forging material. It can imbue weapons with a small amount of ice element, causing frostbite to enemies.

The remaining less than one percent of the silvery-gray ore is mithril, which is more than 10 times the value of gold and is extremely rare, making it one of the rarest metals.

However, what drove all the young dragons into a frenzy was a large block of solid ice, more than 5 meters in diameter. Within the translucent, deep blue ice was a crystal the size of a thumb, radiating intense elemental fluctuations.

The moment Thor saw the crystal, he felt an instinctive sense of disgust. The treasure knowledge he carried in the Dragon Legacy allowed him to recognize the crystal's identity—True Ice.

This is an object formed only in the coldest environments by condensing a large amount of ice-attribute magical elements.

It never melts, is extremely hard, and automatically gathers surrounding ice elements. It is a treasure coveted by all ice-type creatures and the best weapon to kill a red dragon.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! This isn't the Ice Elemental Plane, or the deepest part of the Endless Glacier, so how could there be True Ice here?"

Just looking at that huge block of ice made Thor feel a series of stinging pains all over his body. The fire element in the air was almost completely repelled, and even the magic power in his body fluctuated.

Chapter 59 Mutation

A piece of pure ice the size of a thumb, if polished into an arrowhead and used by a skilled archer, can easily pierce the scales of an ordinary adult red dragon, posing a real threat to its life.

Unlike Thor's gaze, which was a mixture of disgust, apprehension, and even a hint of fear, the white dragons stared at the piece of pure ice with an almost frenzied infatuation.

Some of the white dragons even pressed their heads tightly against the huge block of ice, rubbing them up and down incessantly, and sticking out their purplish-red tongues to greedily lick the surface of the ice.

Seeing this, a blue dragon hatchling was quite displeased and immediately rushed forward, swinging its claws and tail, slapping and whipping, driving back all the white dragon hatchlings beside the ice block, and then growling.

"What the hell are you idiots trying to do? This is the property of the Blue Dragon, and it's none of your business to lay a finger on it!"

Awakened from their trance by the excruciating pain, the young white dragons instantly bared their fangs, arched their backs high, and their pure white pupils churned with a frenzied light.

It is important to know that if a white dragon can swallow enough True Ice, its bloodline will be purified, and both its strength and intelligence will be greatly improved, even to the point that it can compete with red dragons of the same age.

Just as these white dragon whelps were about to recklessly seize the True Ice to strengthen themselves, more blue dragon whelps stepped forward, and the dragonborn and orcs on the side also raised their weapons, staring at them menacingly.

"What do you lowly dragon beasts want to do?"

"Looks like you've forgotten your place. Let us help you remember!"

Just as a chaotic battle was about to erupt, the white dragon hatchlings finally regained some of their senses at the critical moment.

Although they are often jokingly referred to as mad beasts, they are ultimately intelligent beings with a strong instinct to seek advantage and avoid harm. When there is no clear chance of winning, they will often choose to give way.

This made the blue dragon hatchlings even more smug, raising their heads high and casting provocative glances at Thor.

They had always harbored resentment over being suppressed by Thor, and now, taking advantage of the extreme cold of the endless glacier, they naturally developed thoughts of resistance.