Under the Red Dragon.

Chapter 324: Duerzagon

The lights are like torches, and the dark sea seems to be sleeping quietly in the night.

The moonlight hanging from the masts and horns of the ships anchored in the harbor is like crescent moons, casting a hazy light as the ships sway gently, breaking through the darkness, dividing the light and darkness at the edge of the harbor.

But even in the dark night, there are still sparks of fishing boats drifting on the raging sea, like the only warmth in the darkness, and they are particularly conspicuous in the harbor.

Boats loaded with fish are moored on one side of the harbor. Some big vendors in the fish market are bargaining with the retail suppliers in the fish market and selecting some particularly valuable fish species.

The fishermen on these boats are not the ones who go out to sea to fish during the day, but some particularly brave and hardworking night fishermen.

There are many dangers on the sea, especially for ordinary people.

A slightly bigger storm could capsize the boats of ordinary people, destroying the boats and killing people, not to mention the possibility of unexpected encounters with sea monsters and ferocious species in the sea.

But there is no shortage of people in the world who fight for their families and their futures. They are also afraid of danger, hardship, and death.

However, there is always something in their ordinary and fragile lives that gives them unparalleled courage and perseverance, allowing them to stand firm even in the wind and rain, and their shoulders are able to bear untold burdens.

Perhaps in the territories of other nobles, those night hunters would worry that the fruits of their labor would be exploited by those nobles after they harvested.

There is no animal or beast in the world that needs to spend most of its time every day out looking for food in order to get enough food and clothing. Even in the frost plains of the far north, such beasts cannot be found.

Many of the people in those noble territories lived worse than a wild dog on the grassland.

But in this harbor shrouded in the cold night wind, the faces of these night hunters are filled with smiles and a sense of satisfaction with their harvest.

Because in the Golden Empire, hard work can indeed make you rich!

Night fishermen use their diligence to catch fish species in the sea that are only active at night.

These fish species are often in short supply in the empire's seafood market because of their activity patterns that are not in line with normal seasons. Therefore, every night fisherman bears far greater risks than his normal counterparts while being able to obtain greater profits.

However, even at the night trading market, there were two Naga trainee tax officers patrolling back and forth at the temporary trading market on the beach.

Under the will of the dragon, the Nagas began to try to integrate into the empire's diverse racial system from a special perspective. These Naga tax trainees in the seaside towns were just the first step in the Nagas' attempt.

At the suggestion of the Naga Queen, the Central Council of the Golden Empire began to consider the plan of dredging the underwater passage of the entire northern continent.

The former queen of the North Sea sirens, ancestor of the ogre giant Fafner, the ancient demigod three-headed siren Decalutes once ruled the waters of the North Sea for countless years.

The underwater army under her command has built a criss-crossing network of underwater tunnels in the seabed beneath the northern continent, covering most of the northern land. This was also the capital that the North Sea Siren Decalyutes once relied on to compete with the dragon army that ruled the world.

Through the deep channels on the seabed, the Banshee's army can appear at any time near the target area they want to attack and launch unexpected attacks.

The underwater whirlpool occupied by the Nagas of the Eternal Tide tribe is one of the strongholds left behind by the ancient demigod Sirens, and is also a node in the underwater network traffic tunnel.

Through these whirlpool channel nodes, you can go to other tunnels.

Although not as fast as teleportation magic, with the help of ocean currents, the underwater army's transportation and transfer speed is not inferior to the flying dragon army galloping in the sky.

And unlike the large fixed teleportation magic gates that require a lot of resources, these underwater webways are already a relatively mature product.

However, due to the death of the ancient Siren Demigod, countless years have passed.

Those underwater network passages are no longer maintained, and most of them are blocked and dilapidated.

The Nagas also need to consider and formulate plans with the Empire's think tank before embarking on this long-term task, so the number of trade ships from the central continent traveling to and from the Golden Empire is gradually increasing.

Most of them are military and industrial trade orders, and the largest batch is the goblin magic submarines produced by the Goblin Merchant Corps.

The Empire's Research Department put the first batch of goblin magic submarines into underwater operation, and then tried to replicate and improve the Empire's own underwater war machines based on the construction principles of the goblin submarines.

Because of the long-term cooperative relationship between the goblin Shanshan, the manager of the Dragon Merchant Corps, and the goblin merchant corps in the Central Continent, the Empire has also become an investment and trading target for many merchant corps in the Central Continent.

Therefore, in this nighttime seaside market, one can occasionally see some business group managers and representatives of aristocratic forces from the Central Continent.

However, those merchants and nobles came to the Golden Empire not only for simple resource trade cooperation, but also because of the Golden Empire's gradually mature cultural and entertainment industry chain.

The Empire has firmly ruled the northern wilderness for more than a decade, and commercial activities have flourished, along with the rise of a thriving cultural and entertainment industry.

In the empire's arena, the crown of a thousand victories that has been hanging above the dome for years has never been taken away by anyone.

However, as more and more strong men and warriors came to the empire to take on challenges and train themselves, the influence of this activity, which was not originally exclusive to the empire, grew unprecedentedly.

Not only did many slave owners, merchant groups, and nobles in the southern part of the Northern Continent send their own representatives, hoping to incorporate the Empire's industries into the systems of these nobles, but many large slave owners and chambers of commerce in other continents also wanted to get a piece of the pie.

Currently, the Goblin Shining is discussing the dispute over dominance with the representatives of those forces. In the Goblin Shining's plan, if the relevant industries of the empire are to be included in the system of those nobles, they must occupy the ultimate dominance.

That is to say, the arenas in other regions will select the strongest gladiators, who will be qualified to step onto the highest arena stage of the Golden Empire and compete with strong people from all over the world.

In addition to the gladiatorial feast, the horse racing event held by the former Black Dragon Lord Rossani has also become an activity supported by the nobles and a competition among them.

There were not only simple horse racing competitions, but also competitions between knights. This gambling activity brought the nobles a sense of elegant excitement.

There is also the Dragon Card Conference held every year by the Copper Dragon Lord Alfred, head of the Empire's Cultural Propaganda Department, and the elf Riven, which has also become one of the pillars of the Empire's cultural industry.

Even the empire's opera culture would summarize and select the most popular operas at the end of each year as a ceremony of cultural promotion.

These may seem like ordinary means, but as long as they are used in the name of comparison, they can make ordinary cultural industries exceptionally competitive.

It is also because of this method that the culture of the Golden Empire gradually became a means of cultural invasion and ideological colonization. Those nobles coveted these fat cakes, while the Golden Empire coveted something even fatter.

Just like those nobles and merchant groups came for the empire's wealth, but on the empire's territory, the wealth they brought would also bring more active economic vitality to the empire.

"Wow, this giant stone kingfish is eight feet long, comparable to some ferocious species," an agent of a merchant group stood on the shore, choosing a suitable gift for the imperial official he was about to curry favor with.

Wealth is an object of comparison everywhere, but in the Golden Empire, from top to bottom, the things that are compared are quite strange.

Either they are strange monsters and unique-looking beasts, or pets of special specifications, which are affected by the behavior of the dragons that rule the empire.

An eight-foot-long ordinary giant grouper, which is not a ferocious species and is particularly rare, is enough to be sold for at least dozens of gold in the empire's fish market.

For diners, such prices are expensive and extravagant, but for those who compete for novelty, such prices are normal.

The skinny and dark-skinned night fisherman was talking to other fishermen. When he heard the guest in front of him was interested, he turned back and rubbed his hands, saying happily: "This guest has good eyesight. Such giant groupers are very rare among ordinary fish."

"But I waited on the sea for several nights before I lured this kingfish into the trap. If you can give me a suitable price, I won't have to wait for those dealers and can sell it to you directly."

As soon as the fisherman finished speaking, the fishmonger who was still bargaining in the distance suddenly became anxious. The guy and his accomplice trotted a few steps and jumped directly onto the fisherman's boat and shouted: "Hey, I remember you, your name is Wu Luo, we are old acquaintances in business."

"You can't do this. Besides, it's still early in the night. Why are you in such a hurry?"

"According to the previous rules, you can go fishing in the sea after registering with me. There are inspectors from the empire here. Are you afraid that I will swallow your fish?"

The merchant group agent from the Central Continent frowned quietly and patted his leather coat that was wet with saliva in disgust.

The fisherman named Wu Luo shook his head and said, "I am lucky enough. I don't plan to fish at night for the time being. The harvest from this fish is enough for me to save some capital. I plan to sell this fish and then stop doing this dangerous business."

"Life is like this. No matter how rich you are, you can only eat three meals a day."

The fishmonger knew that this lucky young man was a free man who had just immigrated to the Golden Empire from other places. Because of his hard work and bravery, he had caught precious fish species several times in a row.

If these individual fishermen were not unable to send their catches to other parts of the empire, the fishing guilds organized by these fishmongers would not be able to profit from it.

This young man has earned nearly twenty gold coins by himself.

Even though these twenty gold coins are insignificant in the eyes of those wealthy people, they may just be enough for breakfast.

But in the hands of an ordinary family, twenty gold coins are enough to provide a family of three with food and clothing, and to lead a comfortable life for several years.

The fishmonger smiled and patted the young fisherman Uro on the shoulder and said, "It seems that you have found your love here. It is also good to quit this business for the future of your family. After all, the money you earn is enough to start some small business."

"How about this, since you and I are familiar with each other, I will increase the price I give you by one third this time, which can be regarded as a repayment for our acquaintance."

Uro chuckled, touched his head and said: "Actually it's not that I found love. The world of the poor is colorless. But after arriving in the empire, I discovered that the world of the poor can also have bright colors."

"In this place where both the body and the soul can rest, no one cares about things like love. Only when the body and soul cannot be comforted will the value of love be particularly highlighted."

“I just had a dream of becoming an operatic writer,” Uro laughed.

The agent from the Central Continental Merchant Corps was quietly struck by a feeling. His frown was smoothed and he chuckled softly, "I didn't expect that an ordinary fisherman from the Golden Empire could say such philosophical words. I guess you must have received some good education."

Uro shook his head shyly. "I didn't receive any education, but after coming to the Empire, I joined the Empire's Adult Literacy College. And every city in the Empire has a national library."

"As long as everyone abides by the library's rules, they can enter the library and browse the knowledge they are interested in. I just read some books and figured out some superficial things on my own."

The agent of the merchant group fell silent. In his eyes, the Golden Empire had become particularly terrifying.

But at this moment, the voices of the Nagas were heard, "Your Majesty!"

These people looked back and saw a group of shadowy figures walking towards this direction on the avenue.

The dragonborn walking in the front was particularly conspicuous. He had returned to the true dragonborn form of the ancestral red dragon. His huge horns reached straight to the sky, his scales were thick, and his head and horns were ferocious. At first glance, he looked extremely powerful.

Although Charon had reduced his normal seven-meter-tall dragon form to about two meters in size for easier movement, he still looked intimidating and people wanted to avoid him.

The white dragon descendant on his side and behind him also fully demonstrated his characteristics. His pair of slender white dragon horns seemed to be made of ice, and his face, claws, tail and scales all seemed to exude a biting coldness.

Even the membrane wings folded at both sides of its body looked like sharp and broad blades forged from eternal blue ice.

No one paid any attention to the Dark Lord and the Elf King Anudale who were following behind the two giant dragons, as well as the Divine Supporter Naga Galun who was further behind them.

In the harbor, there was a continuous sound of greetings. Every sailor, fisherman, and merchant put their hands on their chests, bowed their heads slightly, and shouted, "Holy Emperor Gogmora."

"Holy Supreme Emperor!"

"Good night, Your Majesty!"

Caron responded with a gentle wave, which brought some enthusiastic cheers.

These subjects of the empire did not need to perform any grand ceremony. The empire had clear regulations that as long as they were doing serious business, there was no need to perform special rituals to pay homage to imperial officials and the dragon in ordinary circumstances.

However, Kallon himself did not expect that he seldom showed up, and his image was usually high on the top of the mountain, without any contact with ordinary people.

As the supreme ruler of the empire, he possessed a majesty that was unimaginable to ordinary people. His face and appearance were so ferocious and hideous, but he did not scare these mortals. Instead, he attracted even more enthusiastic cheers.

Even a young fisherman was shouting frantically on his boat to show off his catch, clamoring to give it to the red dragon to taste.

However, this young fisherman had dark skin. If the dragon's eyesight was not good enough, he might have completely disappeared in the darkness behind the light. He could be called a natural shadow walker.

The fishmongers and the agents of the merchant group looked at the fanatical Uro with some worry. After all, Uro took the initiative to attack the emperor of the empire, which could be a big deal or a small one.

But before the guards behind him could stop this crazy human, the white dragon Gmot waved his hand gently, indicating that the soldiers did not need to be nervous, because Charon had stopped, which represented some of the red dragon's wishes.

"Ho ho," Wu Luo jumped up and down, panting, and stopped in front of the ancestral red dragon. He said nervously, "Your Majesty, my name is Wu Luo. I hunted a precious giant stone king grouper and wanted to present it to Your Majesty as a token of my appreciation."

"You don't know, this eight-foot-long giant grouper is a rare treasure. Even for a night hunter like me who is so good and lucky, it takes several days to catch it..."

The naturally cold faces of dragons made it difficult to discern Charon's expression, but the upturned corners of his mouth revealed the red dragon's thoughts.

Karon looked at the bold and courageous young man in front of him. Although the other party was a little afraid of his image, he still stood up straight in front of him very firmly, proudly showing off his catch to him, and trying to convince him to accept his gift.

Although in the eyes of the dragon, no matter how precious such catch is, it is just a snack to be eaten occasionally. If Karon shows his love for this kind of fish, the kitchen will be filled with this ordinary thing every day.

However, this ordinary thing for a giant dragon is a treasured thing for this dark young man. So Kalon's voice became gentle, and he chuckled and asked: "Although this is your intention, the dragon empire does not value such things. Tell me, how much is this catch worth, and I will buy it."

Uro shook his head shyly, looked up at the red dragon's dark golden eyes, and said with courage: "What's the difference between this and a trade? I want to present the most precious thing I have hunted to your majesty, just out of my respect and gratitude to your majesty. If I hadn't come to the Golden Empire, I might have died in wandering."

Caron nodded and smiled, "How about this, we don't trade, but make an exchange. Tell me what ideals or wishes you have. Your precious gift deserves a precious return."

Uro scratched his head and whispered, "My dream is to become a great opera composer and create great works like those written by the Copper Dragon Lord Alfred, "Beauty and the Beast", "Romio and Juliet", "Pride and Prejudice", etc."

"Of course, this is just my dream. I don't dare to hope that I can become such a great creator!"

The corners of Caron's mouth curled up. After all, although the Copper Dragon Alfred was a good storyteller, he was more of a porter.

"It's a good thing to have a dream. Let me put it this way. I won't give you a back door, but I can provide you with an opportunity."

Caron smiled and said, "The Imperial State Opera House should still be short of some stagehands and mnemonics. These are not important positions, but you can learn something from them. Your future development will depend on your personal talent and hard work."

Uro was so happy that he almost jumped up. He pursed his lips and said, "This is great! This is great! Thank you so much for your help, Your Majesty!"

The young fisherman wanted to refuse the exchange offer from the ancestral red dragon, but he couldn't make up his mind immediately.

There is no need to speculate too much about the minds of mortals, because everyone is not simple and one-sided, but complex and three-dimensional.

Caron waved his hand, smiled, patted the brave boy on the shoulder, and gave the young man a piece of advice.

"Remember your dream today, kid, every time you want to give up your dream, you need to think about it,"

"Every time you waste today, it is the tomorrow that the person who died yesterday longed for. The present that you cannot endure is the past that you will never be able to return to in the future."

"We can never be younger than we are today. I hope to see your works performed in opera houses in my country in the future."

The young Uro looked at the receding figure and shouted, "Your Majesty, I will try my best!"

People around looked at the lucky and brave boy with envy. After all, not everyone dared to rush in front of a dragon, even though the dragons of the Golden Empire were different from other dragons.

The Lord of the Dark Nest, Sharos, and the King of the Dark Elves, Anudale, looked at the back of the ancestral red dragon, seeming to be thinking about something.

The Dragon Emperor of the Golden Empire has completely different attitudes towards the outside world and the inside of the empire. He applies the kingly way within the empire, but is extremely overbearing to the outside world.

Even when facing two legendary powerful men, this ancestral red dragon still cannot be challenged.

Sarah recalled the scene just now and thought of a sentence that mortals often use to praise others: "With a heart of a tiger, one can still smell the roses."

The brief battle between the ancestral red dragon and Anudale was not only a must-do for those who cannot be provoked, but also intended to clarify the dominant position after the conclusion of the alliance.

Although Anudale cannot rival the ancestral red dragon in size, the strength of this legendary dark elf king is not that simple.

It looked like he was severely injured by the ancestral red dragon, but it was just a compromise made by Anudalie in order to achieve his own goal, just like the ancestral red dragon used its dragon claws to fish Anudalie out without mercy.

For his own purpose, Anuda was even able to place his own body in the claws of the ancestral red dragon, just to calm the ancestral red dragon's apparent anger. The underlying meaning was the transfer of dominance.

Sarah couldn't help but shook her head.

Many people in the outside world are saying that the Dragon Emperor of the Golden Empire is not a real dragon, but an alien dragon with some evil souls inhabiting it, and is not of the bloodline of those dragons.

But perhaps for the Dragon Emperor, what he does does not need to be recognized by others, and this red dragon itself is a standard.

For Charon, he doesn’t think that a dragon should be what others define it to be. Can it be called a dragon only if it becomes a beast-like thing?

Can the dragon judged by others be called a real dragon? He insists on using his own standards to define a real dragon.

Kalon felt that only a dragon like himself was worthy of being called a true dragon.

Using oneself as the standard and becoming the standard for others, only those who have such courage can finally gain the vitality that he deserves.

Not only did the concept of true dragons beginning to emerge among the dragon tribes, with the Gogmora dragon group as the standard, but even some small countries in the Western Continent that Sarah learned about began to use the Dragon Emperor of the Golden Empire as the standard.

Only one who possesses strength, courage and wisdom can be called a true king, and the kings of small countries are also called true dragons.

In a national chronicle that Sarah read about the turmoil in a kingdom, the old emperor who had once accomplished great achievements and expanded the territory was compared to an evil dragon.

"In his later years, the emperor had completely turned into a dragon hovering over the kingdom, using his old and huge body to protect his greatest treasure - his posthumous reputation."

"Anyone who tries to touch the treasure will be devoured by this once true dragon, even the person he loves most."

"The evil dragon transformed from a real dragon devoured the flesh and blood of his people, nourishing the old emperor's eternal ambition. When the evil dragon discovered that his most beloved child was about to become a new real dragon, the monsters under his command immediately pounced on the once high and mighty heir of the kingdom."

"The old evil dragon spit out dragon flames with joy, burning the ugly earth to ashes, and finally shed a few drops of cold crocodile tears."

The short ten years of the true dragon is the time when a generation changes among the mortals. Sarah couldn't help but feel curious about the future Ekania. She didn't know what the future Ekania would become because of the unique dragon in front of her.

The future has not yet really arrived, the destination has already been reached.

The Elf King Anudale stood side by side with the Ancestral Red Dragon, looking at the main ship of the Dark Nest, and chuckled, "We are here, Your Majesty Gogmora. This is the greeting gift that the drow elves brought to the Golden Empire. It may not be expensive enough, but it is a specialty of the Dark Region. Maybe you will like it!"

Click, click, click. The huge main ship's cabin slowly opened. Several drow warriors stood on both sides of the cabin, holding weapons to guard against possible attacks from the dwarves in the cabin.

Charon looked at the crowded space in the cabin. There were special creatures there, a unique race in the Underdark—the gray dwarves.

The gray dwarves are a mutated branch of the surface dwarves, descendants of dwarves who have lived in the Underdark for a long time and have changed over the centuries.

After generations, the gray dwarves absorbed the wonderful magical energy of the dark area in the Underdark. Because of the invasion of the underground mind flayers, the gray dwarves were used as experimental subjects for transformation, and the mutated blood source was passed down from generation to generation.

Therefore, the entire race of gray dwarves has the gift of psychic powers.

Moreover, the gray dwarves' strong adaptability allowed them to acquire the talents of invisibility, enlargement, and shrinkage during the process of blood mutation.

Therefore, the gray dwarves are one of the most powerful races in the Underdark.

The gray dwarves in the Underdark are also the arch-enemies of the drow elves, and wars often break out between the two. This group of gray dwarves are the prisoners captured by the Dark Elf King Anundalei in the war, a total of 3,000 adult gray dwarf warriors.

The cabin was completely open, and the gray dwarves with their hands bound suddenly became agitated. These evil gray dwarves had bad tempers, and even as prisoners, they were loudly insulting those damn drow elves in the common language of the Underdark.

Occasionally, a few words of the language of the Abyss and Purgatory are mixed in.

But what appeared in front of these gray dwarves was not the drow elves that the gray dwarves hated, but a dragonborn, a dragonborn who looked particularly powerful.

"Damned drow, did you sell us to a fellow like you? Get out, Dragonborn. If you dare to buy us, we will kill you after we are free, peel off your skin, dry it in the sun, and make it into our leather coats."

A gray dwarf with a unique appearance and a particularly tall body was uttering foul language and insulting the dragonborn in front of him.

This gray dwarf is taller and thinner than other gray dwarfs. He is about 1.8 meters tall, which is definitely a big guy among the gray dwarves.

His head was bald, with a thick grey beard streaked with red, his rusty skin radiated heat palpable to mortals, and his gnarled fingers ended in viciously sharp claws.

Kalon asked in surprise: "Durzagon?"

The so-called Durzagon is a bloodline mutant among the gray dwarves, a half-infernal creature, and the product of hybridization between the devil and the gray dwarf.

Many devils in hell can be compared to the dragons in the material plane in this respect. There will always be some creatures with strong bloodline potential in the material world who will be seduced by the devils in hell and give birth to the devil's mixed-blood offspring.

Durzagon is the leader and most powerful warrior among the gray dwarves who inherited the blood of the devil.

"Your Majesty Gogmora is indeed very knowledgeable and can easily recognize the origin of this gray dwarf," the Elf King Anudale came up and smiled softly, "I hope Your Majesty will like the gift from us drow elves."

Kalon nodded and said with a smile: "It is a very good gift. I accept the friendship of you drow elves."

"I hope our alliance will last as long as the unchanging mountains, but I have one more request."

"Please go ahead," Anudale smiled.

"I will not participate in the war between you and the Elf Kingdom, but when the war reaches the last moment, if the Elf Kingdom cannot resist your offensive, I need you to retreat when you see the flag of the Empire!"

Karon ignored the shouting and cursing of the many gray dwarves in the cabin, turned his head and looked at the elf Anudale.

"I will preserve the last bloodline of the Elven Kingdom. Of course, out of respect for our allies, if you have any needs in the future, the Golden Empire will also respect the ideas and wishes of our allies."

The alliance between countries and civilizations is not just a simple relationship of friendship. What's more, Charon has not yet formally concluded an alliance with the Elf Kingdom.

But now Charon has already made a plan. The Elf Kingdom, which has been in peace and indulged in pleasure for many years, may need a push from the drow elves to unleash its former potential.

As long as the Golden Empire seizes the opportunity and enters the mediation at the last minute, it can reap the fruits of its labor, but this undoubtedly requires the consent of Anudalie.

Anudale looked deeply at the dragonborn in front of him and said, "I heard that the emperor of the Golden Empire never failed to keep his promise. Compared with your promise, those elves are nothing."

Karon smiled and turned his head to look at the angry gray dwarves.

The dragonborn's body swelled instantly, bright red scales appeared on its skin, huge fangs and thick horns showed its ferocious posture, and in an instant the true form of the ancestral red dragon appeared in front of the gray dwarf.

Whoop, whoop, whoop,
In the crowded cabin, the only sounds left were the heavy breathing of the ancestral red dragon and the rapid heartbeats of the gray dwarves.

The door of the cabin was completely occupied by the huge red dragon's head. The air from the dragon's breath washed over the faces and bodies of the gray dwarves, making them feel as if they were blown by a strong wind.

These gray dwarves even felt that one of the dragon's fangs was much taller than themselves.

When the pair of dark golden pupils stared at the gray dwarves, the gray dwarves who were targeted were already imagining in their minds what the color of the world after death would be like.

"Ok?"

Karon made a short, doubtful sound, deep and terrifying.

As for these evil races, Kalon does not need to consider their thoughts and consciousness. As long as they do not want to die, these races will figure it out on their own.

It doesn’t matter even if these gray dwarves are not good at it, because the gray dwarves who are not good at it will die.

Then, Karon slowly opened his upper jaw, and a strong line of fire under the scales on his chest was faintly brewing a breath of death and destruction.

Karon didn't expect that these gray dwarves were not unruly, but some of them were frightened by him and were stunned.

But when Charon made the exhalation gesture, Durzagon in front of him finally came to his senses, and fell forward on the deck, hitting his head on the wooden board with a dull sound.

"Hail to you, noble dragon!"

"Hmm!" Karon uttered a short word and looked at the other gray dwarves with horror.

The rest of the gray dwarves finally reacted and followed Durzagon's example, prostrating themselves on the ground with their heads buried deep in the ground.

"Hail to you, great dragon!"

These gray dwarves showed their submission to the ancestral red dragon.

This scene made Anudale, the king of the dark elves, somewhat envious.

The gray dwarves are paranoid racial supremacists who hate all other races and are cruel and evil.

But no matter how evil the gray dwarves are, they are nothing compared to the chromatic dragons.

Therefore, the gray dwarves also have a natural bond with the chromatic dragons, and only the chromatic dragons can easily tame these gray dwarves. Even the legendary drow elf Anundalie cannot do this.

Anudale once wanted to subdue these gray dwarves, but experienced countless rebellions. This had nothing to do with strength, but was more a problem of racial ideology and thought.

"Good," Caron whispered, "You can survive now!"

(End of this chapter)