Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire.

Chapter 67 Ancient Black Dragon, Lord of the Dead
From the first ray of sunshine in the morning to every starlight at night, every moment is a unique view. But in a trance, day and night alternate, seasons change, and a few short years pass quietly.

"Before I knew it, I'm already a fifteen-year-old dragon!"

Noah looked down at the increasingly prosperous Elishim below the mountain, which had reached a population of over a million and had truly become a large border city. He sighed with deep emotion,
"Unfortunately, I am still a young dragon."

Normally, after a pure-blooded dragon has grown for fifteen years, it will be ready to enter the next stage of life and become a young dragon. However, at this moment, Noah did not have the slightest urge to fall asleep.

After all, his dragonfly stage lasts for six years. Even if it is a safe estimate, his young dragon stage will be two years longer. In other words, he will have the second dormant transformation in his dragon life when he is eighteen years old.

In reality, Noah estimated that it would take longer, because he had eaten a lot of small blood-source fruits. Although the nourishment they brought to his blood was very shallow, it still had some promoting effect to some extent.

As for the origin of these blood-origin fruits, they did not come from the conflict between the Augustus family and the Underdark. In fact, these two behemoths have maintained a relatively peaceful relationship until now.

If a war or conflict really broke out, Noah estimated that the golden tree would produce truly complete blood-origin fruits, rather than some small cherry fruits that were not even enough to fill his teeth.

In fact, ever since some clans in the Underdark detonated the volcano, there has been no major movement. There are countless tunnels connecting the underground canyons with the flowing lava, but many gray dwarf clans have migrated and settled there.

The preferences of these gray dwarves are not much different from those of their cousins ​​on the surface. They also like strong liquor and blacksmithing, but they have more violent tempers and are more aggressive.

But even so, so far, no gray dwarf tribe has left the canyon and truly set foot on the surface. They have all settled in caves on both sides of the canyon. The reason they gave themselves was that there was no place more suitable for dwarves than a river of fire that could melt any metal.

It seemed that there was nothing unusual, but it did not stand up to scrutiny because something was wrong everywhere. However, the Augusto family did not make things difficult for these underground producers.

Not only that, in just a few years, several large caravans opened up the road to the Fire Canyon and risked the destruction of their teams to engage in commercial trade with these gray dwarves.

Because the profit is so amazing, you only need some strong liquor to exchange for a large number of sophisticated finished weapons from the dwarves. If you are lucky, you can even exchange them for enchanted weapons and rune weapons.

Such a price difference and profit is enough to turn any businessman into a desperado.

However, this is only an appearance. The gray dwarves are not fools. The Augustus family, who condoned, encouraged the caravans to go to the Valley of Fire to trade, are also not naive and do not have any fluke mentality.

The two sides are just trying to get to know each other better in the name of business trade. When the beasts in the jungle encounter unknown prey, they will always linger and observe for a long time. Only after they are truly sure of the other party's background will they decide whether to show their claws or retreat.

The increasing number of gray dwarves in the Valley of Fire is enough to prove that Cassius Augustus can intimidate the underground clans who are planning everything.

However, it is unknown how long the deterrence of just one legend can suppress the situation. After all, Noah's adoptive father does not have any glorious record of fighting against legends of the same level.

Hiss~roar——

Roaring and hissing sounds came from the horizon, and a group of flying dragons with metallic luster on their bellies quickly approached Noah's dragon nest.

"Noah!"

One of the most powerful dragons deliberately lowered its altitude, and then a young knight holding a dragon spear jumped off the saddle on the dragon's back and landed heavily on the flower bed, which immediately caused a burst of complaints and curses.

"Be careful, big guy, this is the nth time this month!"

"I will ask Lady Sifrea to ban you from drinking alcohol and will never give you mead again."

"How can there be such a stupid knight like you?" Facing the scolding from the elves, the young man showed a little embarrassment on his face, and then he proudly picked up the spear, on which hung a hideous and ugly huge head.

The protruding fangs and turned-out canine teeth make this head, even though it has lost all signs of life, extremely shocking and exudes a murderous aura.

But the elves were not affected at all. They had seen so many of them in recent years that they were naturally immune to them. They had buried countless of them and used them as fertilizer under the flower beds.

"Look, this is the Ogre Chieftain I just killed!"

When the golden dragon, which was more than thirteen meters long and had the physique of a young dragon, glanced at him, the young man showed off his gains.

"She's a little worse than Edith. A few days ago, she led the Knights and wiped out a mountain troll tribe of a thousand people."

Noah didn't even bother to raise his eyelids, and said slowly,
"You'd have to kill a two-headed ogre chieftain to even compare to her."

"How can there be so many two-headed ogres? She was lucky to encounter a troll tribe of thousands of people. If I encountered the same tribe, I could also wipe them out."

The smug look on Teddel's face froze for a moment, and he said unwillingly.

"Luck is also a part of strength. Just like when she went out, she was able to encounter a dragon colt drinking water and tame it. And you, the son of a legend, actually have to ride a flying dragon."

A dragon colt is the hybrid offspring of a dragon and a horse, a creature with dragon bloodline, while a flying dragon is just a supernatural beast that looks similar to a dragon and has thin dragon veins.

"Dragon Colt!"

When talking about the mount that his wife had captured, the young man couldn't help but reveal an envious expression.

This is a creature so rare that some scholars believe it is only a legendary creature, because the dragon colt will deliberately avoid the range of humanoid activities, and it is unknown how his wife approached and subdued it.

"Look for it more, and you will eventually meet it."

Noah encouraged.

In order to hone their newly-formed knights, the couple, Teddel and Edith, often patrolled the borders of their territories, and even took the initiative to attack and slaughter monster clans that posed a major threat to human production and life. This is also how the blood fruit on the golden tree came about.

"Noah, how long do you think the peace in the territory can last?"

The young man thrust the dragon spear in his hand upside down into the ground, poking the ogre's head into the soil, and suddenly asked.

"do not know."

Noah responded lazily.

"You are more informed than I am now. You should know the news brought back by the caravan."

Tagore looked extremely solemn, looking towards the distant Valley of Fire, looking somewhat gloomy.
"When the ancient black dragon awakens from his slumber, he will spread his wings full of the remains of the dead and command a tide of undead souls to drown all living and living things."

(End of this chapter)