Volume Dragon: Start by obtaining the Infinity Gems

Chapter 8: The Underdark and Building an Army

"A cold iron ore vein. There is also a spell protection left by the red robe wizard."

Nemesis's ambergris was about to fall off. It turned out that there was a passage leading to the underdark under the mage tower, which was left by the red-robed mage who was stationed here.

And there, there is a cold iron ore vein waiting to be developed, a huge treasure that means hundreds of thousands or even millions of gold coins!

This red-robed wizard was an apprentice of a necromancer. After discovering the news, he stole his mentor's jackal ring and ran here to monopolize the treasure.

"But... I'm afraid it's a bit dangerous. We have to build up the werewolf army first." Nemesis recalled the information about the Underdark in the inheritance and found it a bit tricky.

The Underdark is a general term used by the surface residents of the world of Faerun to refer to the world beneath their feet. Beneath this continent is not thick soil, but a huge, hollow underground world!

Deformed, evil creatures live here to avoid the sun, and the area is dotted with cities and kingdoms of kuo-toa, dark elves, duergar, and mind flayers.

This is a paradise for criminals and a shelter for those who commit incest. Conspiracy and cruelty fill every corner. It is the place on the continent of Faerun that is closest to the legendary hometown of demons - the [Abyss]!

And this so-called "closeness" is not in the geographical sense, but in their terrifying similarities.

Having made up his mind, Nemesis waved his dragon claw and immediately decided to take action.

At the call of the Gnoll Ring, the barbarian and the remaining three Gnoll warriors walked up to him and knelt down.

Nemesis looked at the barbarian. His wound had stopped bleeding and was constantly moving to heal.

"Do you have a name?" asked Juan Celong.

The barbarian showed a flattering smile. He had prepared himself mentally. Compared with submitting to a weak and delicious human, a real dragon was undoubtedly a better object for the gnolls to serve. As monsters that worship power, they naturally desire to be ruled by powerful real dragons. The only difference is that the dragon before them is not the five-colored evil dragon he is familiar with.

"No, master. I was born less than two days ago. All my memories before that were of living as an animal." Before the barbarian mentioned his past life, a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes, as if he was extremely disgusted by his former jackal appearance.

"Very good. From today on, you will be called Rust." The Volume Dragon ordered majestically. The smell of flesh and blood is like rust. They who were born from flesh and blood are covered with this smell.

"This is a great name, my great master. From now on, Rust will be your most loyal servant!" The barbarian, oh no, it was Rust who knelt on the ground and expressed his utmost loyalty to the real dragon.

The meerkat came over at some point, and it looked at the dirty and bloody monster with caution. The other party's skillful flattery skills made it feel a sense of crisis, because this was originally its job!

Peng Peng cursed in his heart and glared at Rust, then said proudly, "Of course, the boss is the greatest and wisest real dragon. It's a blessing from the goddess of luck that a dirty guy like you can work for the boss!"

Rust gritted his teeth in anger as he looked at the little fellow who was relying on the dragon for power. Although he did surrender to the real dragon, it didn't mean that a stupid beast could mock him.

He showed his sharp fangs with fleshy filaments and roared in a low voice. Pumbaa was frightened by his appearance and quickly hid behind Nemesis's dragon heel.

Then it shouted loudly: "Dirty thing, I came here before you. Don't you know how to respect your elders? I am the boss's most important subordinate. Boss, don't you think so?"

The meerkat raised its furry little head and looked at the scroll dragon above it, trying to get support from him.

Nemesis rolled his eyes. He knew that the meerkat had a bad temper, but he didn't expect him to be so bad. In order not to hurt the self-esteem of his new subordinate, he coughed and ignored the meerkat's words and said:
"Don't waste time, Rust, take me to find your former tribe. I need as many gnolls as possible, and I promise you that my loyal servants will not be disappointed!" "And you," he turned to look at Peng Peng and ordered, "Take these three gnolls to guard my lair. Anyone who dares to steal my treasure again will be buried!"

"Okay, boss. I'll make sure to complete the mission!" The meerkat raised his hand and saluted, then returned to the tower with the three werewolf warriors in a heroic and vigorous manner.
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In the deep forest, dense layers of trees stand at the junction of darkness and light, like guards guarding secrets.

The eighteen jackals walked with heavy and mechanical steps, and the yellow halo in their eyes was like a puppet being manipulated, revealing a gloomy and strange look. Their fur was messy, and they exuded the breath of beasts, but more of a sense of sadness and helplessness.

In the sky, the silhouette of the young dragon was looming, shuttling between the clouds, and the scales on its broad tail sparkled in the sunlight.

Its proud head occasionally overlooks the gnolls below, as if supervising their actions and ensuring that they faithfully carry out its will.

Rust, who was following the eighteen gnolls, was already numb.

It has been three days since they left the wizard tower. During these three days, he captured six jackals every day, and the young dragon in the sky used the power of the terrible magic ring to transform them.

But this is not the point. The point is that every transformed werewolf was turned into a puppet-like existence by the young dragon.

Those controlled gnolls are intelligent and can execute any orders from the young dragon very well, and are willing to sacrifice their lives for it.

Rust couldn't help but feel somewhat fortunate that the young dragon didn't use those devilish means to control itself. Their condition was even worse than when they were under the control of the magic ring.

Originally, he had some small ideas in his mind. There were too many gnolls who were looking forward to transformation and the young dragon was out of control, giving him the opportunity to do some small moves.

But he was now completely honest, and he only prayed to the great Erythnul not to let him fall into that terrible state.

Suddenly, the gnolls in front stopped and they heard a noise.

A huge ogre appeared on their path. Its body was as big as a small mountain. It stomped the ground with its thick limbs, and every step shook the trees.

Its eyes were full of violence and stupidity, and the huge club in its hand seemed to be able to crush rocks easily. The wolf man stopped and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Nemesis in the sky also noticed it, and as he looked at the huge ogre, a cunning look flashed in his eyes.

"Not a bad subordinate. If I can subdue it, I will have a warrior stronger than Rust."

He was very confident that facing this kind of melee barbarian, as long as he could break through the defense and gain air superiority, he would surely win. However, the ogre in front of him was obviously not yet able to defend himself against the second-ring Shaping spells with his physical body.

"Mind, tell me his strength."

"The target's level is close to that of a level seven warrior, but there is only one of him, and there are no other of his kind in this forest that he knows of." A gentle female voice sounded in the young dragon's heart.

Nemesis nodded secretly. As a nearly seventh-level warrior, the ogre's physical strength must be extremely powerful. He had no doubt that the other party could easily tear his dragon body into pieces with his bare hands.

But this made him even more excited that this ogre would be a strong guarantee for his advancement into the Underdark.

(End of this chapter)