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Leilia, who had long coveted the special red dragon hatchling, realized that this was a golden opportunity for her, so she volunteered to take on the task of hunting down three of the red dragon hatchlings.

According to her original plan, after capturing that special red dragon hatchling, she would immediately fly far away to find a suitable place to build her nest.

He only needs to wait a few decades to have a group of exceptionally gifted offspring to assist him in expanding his territory and completing his reign.

Unexpectedly, as soon as they left Blackrock Fortress, this blue dragon named Nefarian stuck to them like a leech.

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"Lelia, I'm not leaving! At your age, shouldn't you be in heat by now? Don't you ever feel lonely and restless?"

Trust me, once you experience it, you'll definitely love the feeling.

With our excellent bloodline, we will surely produce powerful offspring. Perhaps even Her Majesty Tiamat will bestow gifts upon us out of admiration!

Nefarik kept nagging and bothering him.

These words irritated Lelia, making her want to crush the idiot's balls and rip his head off.

Even if an adult blue dragon has no talent and is considered useless, its racial foundation still makes it a force to be reckoned with.

Although she wasn't afraid, she knew that if a fight broke out, she would inevitably get hurt.

As for what this good-for-nothing said about receiving Tiamat's blessing for giving birth to excellent offspring, that is indeed true.

Tiamat, as the creator of the five-colored dragons, is deeply intertwined with the concept of this race.

Whether these dragons believe in her or not, as long as they survive, multiply, grow stronger, and even commit any destructive acts, they will add to her power.

Since the Dragon Madness, true dragons have stepped down from the stage of world domination, and their numbers have gradually decreased.

In addition, the vast majority of the five-colored dragons have no affection for family, are all greedy and stingy, and value profit above all else. They will not care about raising their offspring.

This led to another sharp decline in the number of five-colored dragons, and in order to ensure the continuation of the species, such a reward policy was established.

Leilia looked at Nefarian with disdain; she saw no trace of "superior bloodline" in this good-for-nothing.

The red dragon cub, on the other hand, clearly has an extremely pure bloodline, and with its own exceptional intelligence, it is truly capable of producing outstanding offspring.

This is undoubtedly contributing to the rise of the entire five-colored dragonflight and to the glory of Her Majesty Tiamat.

If the great mother is pleased, she might bestow blessings. Should I wish for endless treasures or for the purification of my bloodline?

Thinking of this, Leilia felt a surge of excitement and could no longer suppress the urge to wait, so she simply swooped down from the clouds.

A deafening roar of thunder echoed across the sky, and to Sistana and Calp's horrified gaze, she pinned them to the ground like chicks.

“Red dragon cub! We meet again. These shiny little stones on your claws are quite nice. Give them to me as a greeting gift!”

Now I have a few questions to ask, and you'd better answer truthfully, or you'll be in trouble..."

About 70 kilometers away from the mountain where Thor's lair is located, there is a low mountain torn in half, with a deep crack leading straight down into the ground, dark and bottomless.

This is the passageway through which the grey dwarves came from the Underdark to the surface world, and after several months, it has once again welcomed new visitors.

A group of tall figures emerged from the darkness and stepped into the sunlight.

They were draped in black cloaks that looked like silk, and the weapons hanging from their waists and backs were exquisite and cruel, exuding an alternative artistic flair.

"Is this the world above? It looks so beautiful! So beautiful that I want to destroy it."

The figure in the lead surveyed this unfamiliar world under the sunlight. It was quiet and peaceful, with birds chirping in the breeze and unknown yellow wildflowers growing at its feet.

This should have been a beautiful scene, but it inexplicably stirred up a violent impulse in her heart. She stretched out her gleaming iron boots, stepped on a dandelion-like plant in front of her, and crushed it with force.

"Are you sure those gray-skinned dwarves escaped from here?"

"Yes! They have nowhere else to go but here!"

“Then find them for me. I want to show them what real art is, and see if they really are as they say, with souls forged from rock, steel, and fire.”

At a command, more figures draped in black cloaks emerged from the depths of the crevice.

Following closely behind were rows of green lanterns that suddenly lit up, clustered together like fireflies in summer.

Chapter 125 Zhuo Er

The green lanterns moved toward the crack's exit, and once they stepped into the sunlight, it became clear that they weren't lanterns at all, but rather enormous eyes.

The owner of these eyes is a monster with huge venomous fangs, a body covered in a black hard shell, and eight long legs as sharp as spears—a giant spider.

On the abdomens of these spiders, which are nearly 2.5 meters long and have a leg span of over 5 meters, a prominent hourglass pattern can be seen—the mark of Lolth, the Spider Queen of the Abyss. And the figures draped in black robes are, without a doubt, the drow elves from the Underdark.

Living underground for so long, their eyes and skin are not adapted to strong light, so they are covered in cloaks. After the giant spider crawls out of the crack in the ground, they leap onto its back and nimbly move between the rugged hills.

As followers of the Spider Queen of the Abyss, almost all Lolth priestesses possess some spells derived from spiders, trickery, and even a small number from the realm of fate.

A slender magical light extended from the hand of one of the drow elves, like an invisible spider silk, guiding her in the direction she was heading.

The giant spider runs incredibly fast, almost as fast as a galloping horse, yet it is even more agile.

The low hills were left behind by the Drow elves, and large swathes of green crops began to appear on the hilltops ahead.

As creatures that live in the dark underworld year-round, their staple food is usually various monster meats and mushrooms that can grow without sunlight or with only dim light, so they don't recognize these corn and potatoes.

Even if they knew each other, they probably wouldn't care. They drove the giant spider straight over it, leaving long, narrow tracks in the field.

A wild boar-man working in the field saw this and was immediately enraged.

Among the many evil creatures under Thor's command, the boarman is probably the one who has the most affection for these crops and works the hardest.

After all, compared to carnivores, wild boar people are more omnivorous or vegetarian. These delicious corn and potatoes are rare delicacies in their eyes, and they look forward to having a big meal after the harvest.

However, now, some creature dares to destroy the corn that is about to ripen, which will undoubtedly make all their efforts over the past three months go to waste. How can they not be furious?

"Damn black-skinned rats, how dare you destroy the great dragon lord's crops! I think you're tired of living!"

The sudden sound caught the attention of the drow elves. They glanced to the side and saw a humanoid boar, over two meters tall, with a brownish-yellow hide covered in bristles, baring its mouth and cursing at them.

The leader of the drow elves' eyes turned cold instantly. Having grown up amidst conspiracies and battles, they were not known for their good temper and were inherently cruel.

With a flick of her right hand, covered in iron claws, a scarlet whip extended out, its surface covered in countless sharp thorns like rose branches, instantly wrapping around the boar-man's neck.

With a flick of her seemingly slender arms, the boar-man, weighing approximately 200 kilograms, was lifted off the ground and dragged behind the giant spider.

Even the thickest skin can't withstand the constant friction and scraping of the sand and gravel, and a long trail of blood quickly appeared on the ground. The boar-man's neck was deeply cut into by the long whip, bleeding profusely, and he stopped breathing not long after.

Following the boarman, other creatures discovered the arrogant drow elves, but they were clearly smarter and, knowing they were no match for them, immediately turned and fled.

Some of the more clever ones rushed to Thor's lair, but unfortunately, two legs couldn't outrun an eight-legged giant spider. Before they arrived, these drow elves had already reached a valley.

This is the settlement chosen by the grey dwarves after they joined Thor.

Their houses continued the style of the Darklands, all of them caves carved into the rock walls. The only open-air structures were probably the towering forges.

When the giant spider's legs stomped on the rocks, making a crisp sound that echoed through the valley, almost all the gray dwarves immediately stopped what they were doing.

This familiar voice was like the call of death to them, a nightmare that had haunted them for so long. They never expected that it would ring out again in less than two months.

"What's going on? Those persistent black weasels have actually chased us to the surface?"

"Damn it! Do they really have to be so ruthless as to kill us all?"

"Don't panic, everyone! We are now slaves of the great Red Dragon. He will never let these black-skinned bastards run rampant."

The clamor instantly subsided, and the words "Red Dragon" immediately gave all the gray dwarves confidence.

Even in the Darklands, where monsters roam, a red dragon as unique as Thor has never appeared before.

Their immense power, tough scales, blade-like wings and tail, and terrifying breath capable of melting mountains were all things they had witnessed firsthand, and were far beyond the reach of mere drow elves.

A group of grey dwarves quickly picked up their weapons, and the habits they had developed in the dangerous Underdark meant that they never took off their armor.

When they emerged fully armed from the caves and forging workshops, they saw more than twenty giant spiders at the entrance to the valley, along with figures draped in black robes on their backs.

"Did you think you'd be safe once you got to the surface? You gray-skinned dwarfs from the cracks in the rocks, born servants, should have known the consequences of failure when you decided to support that bitch Owen."

A gray dwarf fire mage, carrying various bottles and jars, stepped forward. After the gray dwarf priest was killed by Thor, he naturally became the leader.

“We have already paid the price for this, even leaving our former homes. Isn’t that enough?”

The leading drow elf let out a sneer, his face hidden by a veil, his voice cold and sarcastic.

"As long as you're alive, this price is far from enough. More importantly, where have you hidden that bitch's eldest daughter?"

"I don't know. That's the priests' responsibility; we have no right to know."

"Then call your priests out and tell the truth, and I might let you die a little more quickly."

Or perhaps you want me to pry your mouths open little by little, letting you experience this wonderful and pleasurable long process?

The gray dwarf gunpowder master remained silent; he couldn't very well say that the former gray dwarf priest had been killed by his new master.

Regardless of whether the other party would believe this absurd fact, even if they did, the outcome wouldn't change. Previous collaborations have made both parties very clear about each other's personalities.

The next instant, the giant spider at the valley exit charged without warning, and the drow elf in black robes leaped up, drawing exquisite scimitars and longbows from his waist and back.

The ever-vigilant dwarf warriors stepped forward and roared in unison. Their already small figures instantly swelled up as if inflated, transforming into tiny giants two meters tall in a short moment.

As offspring of rock and metal, even though they have fallen, most grey dwarves still retain the racial talent to cast the giantification spell.

Chapter 126 The Crimson Dragon Descends from the Sky

The grey dwarves who manage to escape death from the Underdark need not only a stroke of luck, but also undeniable strength.

After unleashing the Giant Growth spell, their hammers and shields will also enlarge simultaneously, reaching a challenge level of around 3. They will look like an indestructible thick wall, capable of withstanding the centaur's fierce charge head-on.

Such strength would make him a core backbone of an ordinary adventure team, with all pre-battle preparations and plans revolving around him.

After all, in a Dungeons & Dragons movie that Thor had seen in his previous life, the challenge level of the main characters was only five.

Unfortunately, these grey dwarves encountered drow—dark elves who survived brutal training and bloodshed. They were not only inherently cruel and cunning, but also, due to the accumulation of their long lives, almost every one of them possessed extraordinary killing skills.

Some of the most talented individuals delve into the realms of shadow and assassination; while the priests who follow Lolth wield dangerous and unpredictable magic.

Several arrows streaked through the air, silent as phantoms, yet piercing the eyes of the two gray dwarves with deadly precision, instantly claiming their lives.

The gigantic gray dwarf roared and charged forward, a layer of gray-black color emerging from the skin beneath his armor, revealing that he had activated another of his talents—Stone Skin.

They swung their massive shields and hammers with all their might, but could hardly touch the drow elves who moved like nimble shadows. Instead, the sharp scimitars and rapiers in the enemy's hands pierced through the gaps in their armor, leaving deep wounds that exposed bone.

However, a few grey dwarf monks were able to keep up with the movements of these drow elves. With the tenacity honed through years of arduous training, they ignored the mind-bending magic of the opponents and even gained a slight advantage.

Unfortunately, their numbers were too small; they could only hold off a few drow, while the remaining dark elves continued their rampage.

Seeing the situation becoming increasingly dire, the gray dwarf fire mage immediately joined the battle.

As a unique profession that combines the characteristics of warlocks and alchemists, and with the added advantage of dwarven blood, he did not choose to control the field and bombard from a distance like a conventional spellcaster. Instead, he also drew a double-edged axe from behind his back, smeared a strange potion from his waist onto it, and raging flames immediately ignited on the axe.

As he transformed into a burning wheel of fire and charged into the battle, he continuously hurled all sorts of strange and unusual potions outwards: some exploded into huge fireballs upon landing, while others spread out patches of poisonous smoke.

This wide-range attack method, combined with his own resilient physique, allowed him to withstand the close-range attacks of the drow for a short period of time, and he successfully suppressed the dark elves in a short time.

This scene also attracted the attention of the leading priestess, Rose. Her hands, which were covered by ferocious iron claws, emerged from under her cloak, and she lashed out fiercely with a scarlet snake-head whip covered in spikes.

A thunderous explosion resounded through the air. The gray dwarf fire mage's eyes narrowed, and he quickly held his double-edged axe horizontally above him, intending to rely on his strong physique to withstand the blow.

Unexpectedly, the scarlet whip seemed to come alive, wrapping itself around the axe handle the instant it touched it. When the drow priestess pulled back forcefully, a terrifying power erupted from her seemingly slender body.

The sturdy gray dwarf fire mage, as solid as a block of iron, was suddenly lifted off the ground and propelled by the whip towards the drow priest, whose slender hand covered in iron claws reached out and gripped his throat tightly.

The sharp claws pierced the skin of the gray dwarf fire mage, which had been coated with the Stone Skin spell. Blood slowly seeped out, and a gloomy, dark power, like smoke, continuously seeped into his body.

"You weak scum, only fit to be slaves, how dare you rebel? Who gave you the courage?"

Just as the drow priest was about to tear the gray dwarf fire mage's throat apart with force, roars suddenly came from the cliffs on both sides of the valley.

Numerous kobolds, gnolls, beastmen, and all sorts of other evil creatures peered down from above, their eyes gleaming with a bloodthirsty crimson light.

Two of the kobolds, with their brightly colored scales and horns, simultaneously raised their palms and uttered obscure dragon language mixed with dog barks, instantly unleashing two fireballs, one large and one small.

The distance of several dozen meters passed in the blink of an eye, and in the next moment she was in front of the drow priestess. The surging fire elemental energy made her dare not be careless, and she directly swung the gray dwarf fire mage in her hand, using it as a shield to meet the attack.

With a deafening roar, raging flames and thick smoke rose into the air.

A powerful shockwave swept through the valley, causing the black robes of the drow to flutter wildly. They immediately stopped fighting the gray dwarves and retreated, watching the area above warily.