Volume Dragon: Start by obtaining the Infinity Gems

Chapter 14 Goblin Cities and Food Sources

Nemesis turned to look at Clangeddin. Although he had just smashed his weapon and snatched his gem, under the influence of the inherent greed of the real dragon and Nemesis's shamelessness, he said very calmly,
"In return for your tribute to me, the great true dragon, the White Mystery, I allow you and your clan to become my followers. I will allow you to continue living in the mines and mining cold iron, but the difference is that all the cold iron must belong to me!"

Clangedin looked at the obviously malnourished young dragon and calmly gave himself a very impressive title. He couldn't help but complain in his heart:

"You made up this title yourself, right? Who would give a baby dragon a title?"

What the dwarves didn't know was that most of the titles of true dragons were self-made. They watched those powerful predecessors thrive in the society of intelligent life, and were given one domineering title after another by those villains.

They are jealous!
Such powerful legendary dragons as [Dragon of Thousand Laws] and [Doomsday Reptile] made the true dragon clan begin to become vain.

Therefore, a weak real dragon like Nemesis would give himself a domineering title and then spread it. Over time, someone would know about it.

Clangeddin sighed. When you are under someone's roof, you have to bow your head. It's okay to have dependents, at least they are not slaves sent to die.

The so-called followers are the core servants of the true dragon. They are like the true dragon's stewards, managing other monster armies on behalf of the true dragon, or they are races with unique skills like the gray dwarves.

This is also why Nemesis left behind the gray dwarves.

The gray dwarves are a race that lives with ores. They live in the veins. Digging and forging ores is their greatest hobby, and they have superb skills.

With their existence, Nemesis is equivalent to having a group of free miners.

Clangeddin asked hopefully, "Great True Dragon, can we dig out the ore, forge it into weapons and give it to you? This way you will have enough weapons to equip your army!"

Nemesis snorted coldly. He knew the gray dwarves' little thoughts very well. They just wanted to enjoy the fun of forging weapons. But those gnolls were just cannon fodders that he could create at will. How could they be worthy of using his property!
"Do not fool the great White Mystery! I said ore, and I want ore! If you want to forge a weapon, find a buyer first. As long as someone buys a weapon, you can forge a weapon!"

The young dragon said insidiously that he hoped these gray dwarves could teach themselves and become the best salesmen. Anyway, he only needed gold coins and gems to enrich his nest. He didn't like those cold and hard broken stones!

If someone is willing to buy, he will let the gray dwarves make all the stones into weapons and sell them.

Clangedin's eyes lit up when he heard that. Buyers? They have them!
A few dozen miles away from these two caves, there is an underground city built by goblins - the city of Bricklect.

The goblin tribes that live here are more powerful than most goblins in the Upper Underdark, as Bricklaket's leadership is made up of blue goblins (goblins with psychic powers) and bugbears.

The leader who controls this tribe is a seventh-level fighter bear goblin who has mastered the Path of Shadows - Wanderer, flying over Shadow Volenza.

and a blue goblin, Gricket, with the sixth-level psion class.

After the gray dwarves settled here, they often brought their forged cold iron weapons to the city of Bricklect to exchange for food. Since the Underdark was full of fey creatures, and cold iron was the only ore that could harm fey creatures, their weapons sold very well.

In addition, Bricolect City is the only orderly place nearby, so many races go here to trade. Clan Jadin told Nemesis this information, and the young dragon couldn't help but become curious.

"A city ruled by goblins, interesting. The blue goblins who control psionic powers may be a good opportunity for me to get in touch with this spiritual power."

"No, don't rush."

"At least wait until I'm past my teenage years before I go and see it."

Nemesis was very patient. He would always wait until he was sure enough. He did not want to take any risks with a seventh-level psion and a seventh-level fighter who was also a rogue, plus the goblin army in the city.

Who knows if those stupid guys whose brains are no bigger than walnuts will become so crazy when they see him that they want to bathe in dragon blood and become dragon blood goblins.

"The first priority now is to solve the food problem!"

Not only did he have to raise more than 60 monsters, but he also had to be a big eater. The growth of a real dragon would speed up as they ate, so if Nemesis wanted to enter the juvenile dragon stage as soon as possible, he had to devour a lot of flesh and blood.

"There is also cold iron ore. This magical material is also good for accelerating growth."

The stomach of a real dragon can melt everything in the world. Magical ore is naturally one of its food items, and it even has a better effect than flesh and blood. Of course, the premise is that one can endure the bad taste of eating stones.

"Are there any traces of biological communities nearby?" Undecided, Nemesis decided to ask the native Clangedin.

"Well, I remember there was a group of grimlocks in the west. They kept a group of physalis in captivity. But those guys were even more xenophobic than us gray dwarves. We have only met them a few times since we came here."

Nemesis' mouth began to water when he heard about the mushroom. This special species of mushroom is only found in the Underdark. It tastes like the flesh and blood of real creatures. They have no intelligence and cannot move, so they are a very good source of food.

If he could grow tricholoma, it would be enough to provide daily food for him, Oger and several barbarians. As for the other gnolls, he could just send them out to pick up plants and small animals to eat. After all, they were controlled by the Mind Gem and would not rebel like other monsters because they could not eat flesh and blood.

"The Stoneblind Barbarians? How strong are they?" The young dragon asked carefully. He was also interested in this group of guys who could cultivate tricholoma.

Clangeddin scratched his head and said, "Their leader seems to be a fourth-level warrior, much weaker than me, but they have nearly seventy members."

Nemesis was relieved when he heard this: "In that case, I allow you to lead the gnoll troops to the Stoneblind tribe and make them submit to the great White Mystery!"

Seeing that the neighbors would also end up as the dragon's followers, Clangedin could not help but gloat over their misfortune. He happily promised, "Please rest assured, Master. I will let them know that they will only end up as followers or food!"

Nemesis couldn't help curling his lips in disgust when he heard about the food. The Stoneblind looked very similar to humans, except that they had no eyes and noses, and their skin was gray and scaly. Eating them would make him feel like he was eating humans.
Although Nemesis had been reincarnated as a dragon for a long time and many of the true dragon's instincts had deeply influenced him, he still could not accept such disgusting things as cannibalism.

(End of this chapter)