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The leading drow priestess swept her gaze coldly around, showing no regard for these evil creatures, and shouted sharply.

"You lowly creatures, how dare you interfere in our private affairs! Become sacrifices to please our great mother!"

Before she could finish speaking, her body suddenly vanished into thin air, and in the next instant, she emerged from the shadow behind the dragon-headed kobold with short white horns, wielding her ferocious iron claws.

At the critical moment, a scorching beam of orange-red and blue light swept across from afar, engulfing both the drow priest and the dragon-blooded kobold.

The terrifying heat left a long, narrow trail of melting on the ground, cutting straight across the drow priest's body, leaving only half of his burning black robe.

The beam of light, still powerful, struck the dragon-blooded kobold. Even though it had activated the red dragon blood within it and gained some fire immunity, large patches of its scales were still charred, and it let out a shrill scream.

The drow priest, who appeared atop a giant spider's head, couldn't help but feel a tremor in his heart upon witnessing this scene.

Beneath the ripped cloak behind her, her graceful figure was revealed. Her hands and feet were covered in exquisite armor, but large areas of skin on her abdomen and thighs were exposed, with only the vital areas receiving some protection.

A thick red mark appeared on his skin, which was as dark as a starless night. This was the result of brushing past the heat rays. Even without actual contact, he was burned by the terrifying high temperature.

What exactly is this? Is it some kind of high-level ray spell?

The Drow priest gazed solemnly at the sky, where a dazzling meteor of fire suddenly came into view, hurtling toward them at high speed.

"Where did this black rat come from, daring to act so recklessly in my territory! Prepare to pay the price!"

A loud roar echoed in the air, and the red dragon, wreathed in flames, arrived in an instant without slowing down, crashing straight down towards the spot where the drow were clustered together.

Chapter 127 Terrifying and Ferocious

"What is that?"

"Oh no! It's a red dragon! Get out of the way!"

boom--!!!

It was over 16 meters long, covered with layers of hard scales, and resembled a giant beast that moved like a small hill. It crashed down from the sky with tremendous kinetic energy that could destroy the world, and its power was no less than that of a small meteorite falling.

A terrifying shockwave raged wildly in all directions, and the intense heat and flames transformed into a crimson torrent that swept everything away, exploding in the air into a hideous crimson lotus flower.

The drow elves were all agile, leaping up and quickly retreating from their original positions. Although they were still caught up by the shockwave and rolled around on the ground in a sorry state, fortunately they were not seriously injured.

But the giant spiders weren't so lucky. Two of them, unable to dodge in time, were smashed into a pile of minced meat by Thor on the spot.

The vast majority of the remaining creatures were also engulfed by the spreading flames and flying debris, their tough chitinous shells crackling and burning as they emitted piercing screams.

Even Thor himself wasn't feeling too good. He shook his head as he climbed out of the crater he had created, feeling dizzy and with a dull ache in his chest.

It seems that my physical abilities are still quite different from those of the Sky Comet. It's best to avoid using moves like this cute star-flying collision if possible.

Just as he was feeling slightly dissatisfied with his body not being strong enough, he was completely unaware of the terrified looks he was getting from the drow elves around him.

What kind of monster is this? Even a red dragon would have no chance of surviving a crash to the ground at that speed!

But the creature in front of them seemed completely unharmed. Not only was it not injured, but its scales were also unmarked, still bright red like a hot iron, and occasionally sparks flew out.

The long tail behind him and the huge wings folded at his sides left deep scratches on the hard rocky ground with his unconscious movements, all demonstrating his terrifying destructive power.

A scorching wind rushed towards us, and the air temperature was gradually rising.

The drow priest stared at the monster, which was far more terrifying than a normal red dragon. His forehead was covered in sweat, and he couldn't tell whether it was from the heat or from fear.

After shaking his head vigorously to shake off the dizziness, Thor proudly raised his head and looked down at the drow elves around him.

"You black-skinned rats, instead of staying obediently in your rat holes, you have the audacity to run into the sunlight. Aren't you afraid I might accidentally step on you and kill you?"

The surrounding drow elves were enraged by these mocking words, but their cunning nature prevented them from acting immediately. Instead, they scanned the area and calmly considered how to respond.

The drow priest emerged from behind a protruding rock, glanced at her tattered cloak, and simply ripped it off. Her long, silver hair cascaded down like moonlight, and a bewitching yet dangerous smile, as alluring as a poppy, graced her enchanting face.

"Greetings, Your Excellency Red Dragon. We have no intention of offending your territory. We are here on the orders of our mistress to capture some lowly traitors. If you..."

"Shut up!"

Thor forcefully interrupted the drow priest, then casually picked up a charred giant spider leg from the ground and crunched it in his mouth.

"I don't want to hear your nonsense. Just tell me what price you're willing to pay for your offensive behavior!"

The drow priestess's smile froze. Even in the cruel Underdark, no one had ever dared to underestimate her like this.

If she were facing an ordinary creature, she would have already severed its head, but looking at the terrifying aura emanating from the red dragon before her, she could only forcibly suppress the anger in her heart.

“We can make a deal! How about 100 gold coins for each gray dwarf? As long as you hand them over to me, you can immediately gain a lot of wealth.”

The charred spider legs tasted somewhat like crab, but unfortunately, they had little meat and mostly shell, so they weren't very tasty. Thor spat them out with a "pui."

Looking at the arrogant drow elf before him, he completely lost his last remaining patience.

100 gold coins for a gray dwarf? Are they trying to fob me off, or are they taking advantage of my ignorance? These are all excellent craftsmen, and given that dwarves have a much longer lifespan than humans, the value they can create is far more than this.

Besides, what right do these lowly creatures have to bargain with him?

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"I have given you a chance, but you did not cherish it. Since that is the case, then let you all turn to ashes!"

These merciless words chilled all the drow elves around them, who picked up their weapons and prepared to fight.

However, the evil creatures that had surrounded Thor's forces began to scatter in terror, and even the gray dwarves and kobolds dragged their wounded away without looking back.

Amidst the bewildered gazes of the many drow elves, they quickly and completely disappeared from sight.

The next instant, a scorching orange-red and blue ray of light shot out from Thor's mouth, instantly traversing a distance of over a hundred meters and landing precisely on the chest of one of the drow elves.

The breastplate, crafted from unusual underground minerals, was utterly unable to withstand such terrifying heat, quickly turning a deep red and dripping viscous molten iron.

The drow elf's already dark skin turned completely charred, its fat and muscle ignited until it was pierced by rays.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye. Then, Thor shook his head, and the ray from his mouth transformed into a merciless blade, beginning to ruthlessly slice through everything around him.

"Get out of the way!"

"This red dragon's breath is terrifying; we absolutely must not let it touch us!"

As a race of elves born with extremely high sensitivity, and after undergoing brutal training, all drow elves possess extremely agile skills.

Two of the shadow dancers vanished in a flash, reappearing in the shadows beneath Thor's wings, brandishing their exquisitely carved twin blades.

A crisp "ding!" rang out!

The immense recoil nearly caused the two drow elves to lose their grip on their weapons. The intense heat from the fire elemental energy traveled through the point where the blades met the scales, instantly turning the blades a bright red and causing a sharp burning pain in their hands.

Before those iron-clad wings could strike, the two drow shadow dancers quickly disappeared back into the shadows, emerging with pained expressions from behind a boulder in the distance. Looking down at their palms, they found that the skin on their hands was completely charred and stuck tightly to the hilt of their swords.

"This red dragon's scales are too hard; ordinary weapons are completely ineffective!"

"You can't have direct contact with metal; the temperature conduction is abnormally fast!"

The two drow shadow dancers loudly warned their companions, then gritted their teeth and tore off the weapons stuck to their hands, tearing their cloaks into strips to use as bandages, which they then wrapped around the hilts of their swords.

Upon hearing this, the other drow elves around felt a chill in their hearts. Ordinary weapons were ineffective, and they couldn't even make direct contact with metal. So how were they supposed to deal with this red dragon?

Should they rely on ranged arrows and magical attacks? The thought had barely crossed their minds when a terrifying torrent of flames erupted from Thor, turning the area within a 30-meter radius of him into a scorching inferno.

The rocks began to melt, and the air distorted like ripples on water. In this environment filled with fire elements, all negative energy attacks and dark magic would be severely suppressed.

Chapter 128 Shadow Dragon Descendant

Red dragons have always had a simple and direct fighting style. The inextinguishable rage in their hearts, coupled with their innate arrogance, makes them too lazy to use overly complicated techniques when facing most creatures.

As one of the best among the red dragons, Thor naturally displays a more unrestrained and bold style of fighting.

The aura of incineration surrounding him is like a natural elemental shield that actively repels and burns all magic except for fire element.

The solid scales on his body contain a variety of precious minerals; even a single scale could be used as a +3 magical equipment.

Faced with the attack from the drow elves, Thor hardly dodged or evaded, relying solely on his powerful physique to crush forward.

The enormous red dragon dragged flames across the sky, rampaging through the entire valley. Wherever it passed, it left wide trails of burning fire. Any drow who couldn't dodge in time was instantly crushed into pieces.

After only one or two rounds of fighting, these cunning dark elves dared not approach again, and instead hid in the distance, drawing their longbows and crossbows, and unleashing a hail of arrows at Thor.

These arrows are forged from special underground ores mixed with a small amount of refined gold, making them strong enough to easily pierce through thick steel armor. If they are in the strange energy nodes of the Underdark, they can also exert power similar to magical weapons.

Faced with these arrows specifically designed to deal with heavily armored units, Thor simply stretched his broad wings across his back, like two huge shields, completely covering his body.

A series of rapid, clanging sounds, like the sound of hammering iron, rang out. The arrows, which pierced through the flames and carried strong winds, landed on the layers of fine scales on his wings, leaving only tiny dents.

Before the drow archers could make another move, Thor's strong limbs suddenly pushed off the ground, and his wide wings flapped vigorously, swooping down like a giant scarlet curtain.

The shadow cast by the massive wingspan loomed over the faces of these drow, and a red glow flashed in Thor's mouth, then transformed into a burning river that surged forth.

This terrifying breath of fire was initially only a wisp as thick as a fist, but once it left Thor's ferocious maw, it grew larger and larger in the wind, transforming in the blink of an eye into a giant pillar of fire more than ten meters thick.

It spanned nearly 50 meters, engulfing the drow archers and the rocks where they were hiding with overwhelming force.

The drastic temperature change caused the gray-brown rocks to crack with a crisp sound. The cloak worn by the drow elf, woven from giant spider silk and possessing a certain degree of magic resistance, was utterly unable to withstand the terrifying heat.

Several humanoid torches leaped out from behind the rocks with screams, but they didn't have time to escape the flames. Their already black skin instantly turned into charcoal, their respiratory tracts were burned by the high temperature, and their fat sizzled in the flames. After a brief struggle, they never moved again.

The only high-level professional present, the drow elf priestess, was also feeling a headache.

Her tricks seemed utterly powerless against such a terrifying monster.

Negative energy is completely ineffective against the opponent's resistance. The spider webs will be burned to ashes before they even fall. Instant death spells are child's play against the dragon's terrifying vitality. As for summoning a swarm of spiders? That's just adding more fuel to the flames.

After quickly treating their injuries, the two drow shadow dancers once again disappeared into the shadows, intending to launch a sneak attack using the same tactic as before.

This time, they targeted Thor's eyes, the only place not covered by tough scales.

The familiar shadowy fluctuations resurfaced around him, but this time, they did not escape Thor's keen perception.

In his molten gold pupils, two "black-skinned rats" seemed to emerge from the water, appearing out of thin air, their curved blades stabbing fiercely from both sides.

Faced with this familiar tactic, Thor couldn't help but curl a mocking smile, his white fangs bared, making him look particularly ferocious.

The high-speed reaction nerves from the Nargacuga monster template began to function, with a large number of electrical signals surging through the thick nerves.

Time seemed to slow down at that moment, and to the disbelief of the two drow elf shadow dancers, the huge red dragon's head dodged at an incredible speed.

This nearly caused the two drow who were piercing the air to collide, their four curved blades rubbing against each other and sparking dazzling sparks.

When they caught a glimpse of the mocking smile on Thor's lips out of the corner of their eyes, a tremendous fear surged into their hearts.

The magic within their bodies surged at high speed, attempting to slip into the shadows once more, but the interference of the surrounding fire elements ultimately made them a step too slow—two enormous dragon claws had already struck, gripping them tightly in their claws.

"Gotcha, you black-skinned rats!"

As Thor exerted a little force with his claws, the joints of the two drow shadow dancers cracked under the immense pressure.

The air in their lungs was forcibly squeezed out, turning into a long and painful wail. Their hands could no longer hold their weapons, and the scimitars fell limply to the ground.

The flames engulfing Thor also spread, scorching the bodies of the two drow.

Their skin was charred, their flesh and bones were blackened, and in just a dozen seconds, they were turned into two pieces of pitch-black charcoal and completely crushed.

Thor casually tossed aside the molten iron on his claws, then slammed them heavily onto the ground again. His wings spread wide, and he surveyed the drow elves not far away, letting out an excited growl.

"You're far too weak! Is this all you've got? You're not even enough to satisfy me!"

These mocking words received no response. The remaining drow elves had long since given up hope of defeating Thor and began to plan their retreat.

Leaving directly like this is obviously not an option. No matter how agile an elf is, it can never be faster than a winged dragon in a long-distance run.

If they don't want to be followed and hunted down, then someone must stay behind to cover their retreat.

The drow priest's gaze shifted to two exceptionally tall figures beside him, whose black robes and cloaks were also much larger than those of ordinary drow.

"Your family has raised you for so many years, it's time to fight for the family's honor. Hold off that red dragon and buy us time to retreat!"

Cold words escaped from her lips, which were like violet petals. The two drow who were pointed at silently tore off their black robes and cloaks, revealing their burly bodies.

A familiar aura, unique to true dragons, wafted over, instantly locking onto Thor's molten gold eyes.

These were two male drow elves, their bare upper bodies covered in eerie runes, and two curved horns like those of goats growing from their dark foreheads.

As the eerie light appeared, some kind of restraint was released, and clusters of translucent purplish-black scales began to emerge from under their skin, while a pair of wings, like shadows, slowly unfolded behind them.

Thor sensed a strong shadow power emanating from these two unfamiliar dragonborn—the power of shadow dragons—and burst into laughter.