I am a wicked dragon, and you want me to fall into goodness?

The air suddenly froze.

The goblins' roars stopped abruptly, as if an invisible hand had choked them.

They stared wide-eyed at Garrett's scattered remains, their tiny, beady eyes fixed on the ground, then slowly raised their heads to look at the dark figure hanging high in the sky.

These humans may not know what this dark figure means, but these beaten goblins know it perfectly well.

This is an evil dragon.

This is something that forced them to abandon their original nests and move, and now it has come knocking again.

The deathly silence lasted only a brief moment.

The next second, a sharp, terrified scream shattered the tranquility of the grassland.

The goblin, who was the first to react, threw away its bone spear and stone axe and turned to burrow into the tall grass behind it.

Their legs trembled like leaves, and they scrambled and bumped into their companions, wishing they had two more legs.

The goblins followed closely behind, like locusts being driven away, rushing into the depths of the wild grass.

The blades of grass shook violently, accompanied by the goblins' panicked cries and screams of trampling each other.

In the blink of an eye, the once dense swarm of goblins vanished without a trace, leaving behind only weapons, bloodstains, and Garrett's three still twitching corpses.

The dark shadow high in the sky slowly descended.

He glanced down at the swaying weeds, then turned his gaze to the huddled, terrified humans lying on the ground.

Linor's hand holding the short sword was still trembling as she looked at Garrett's wide-open yellow eyes at her feet.

This being, whom she had just regarded as a nightmare, is... dead?

He died in front of her?

Linor's mind went blank.

The wind whipped up the sand and gravel of the wasteland, carrying the stench of blood and the foul smell left behind by fleeing goblins, brushing against Linor's cheeks.

Her short sword clattered to the ground, but her gaze remained fixed on the dark figure slowly descending to the ground.

That was not some ethereal shadow, but a vicious dragon covered in blue scales.

The scales gleamed dimly in the pale light of the day, each edge sharp and serrated, and the wing membranes were folded together on both sides of the back.

Its vertical pupils were pure blue, and the tips of its claws were still dripping with goblin blood.

When he looked down at the humans on the ground, he showed no emotion whatsoever, only the indifference of looking down on ants.

The massive body gently stepped on Garrett's mangled remains, the sound of bones shattering echoing sharply in the silent battlefield.

Linor heard her teeth chattering and a metallic taste rose in her throat.

It wasn't that she wasn't afraid, but her overwhelming fear left her without the strength to even run away.

The dragon lowered its head, its pupils reflecting her pale face.

Unexpectedly, it did not unleash its scorching dragon breath, nor did it tear her apart with its claws.

He simply tilted his head slightly, as if examining a novel object.

Pu Se coughed first, his deep voice carrying a feigned air of authority: "Humble ants, tell me your names."

No one dared to answer the dragon's question.

Everyone remained frozen in place, like a group of puppets, their faces filled with bewilderment and fear.

A while passed.

Despite bearing various wounds, Captain Caleb mustered his courage and spoke: "I am Caleb, the... captain of this geological exploration team."

"Ahem, great dragon, thank you... for your help. If we survive... we will thank you again!"

Pu Se remained silent, then looked at the other survivors.

These people were lucky; they managed to hold out for so long until Puse arrived, thus saving their lives.

What puzzled Puse was that this was his first contact with humans. Shouldn't it trigger a script or give him some kind of mission?

For example, tasks such as protecting humanity.

If the reward is really generous, Puse wouldn't mind putting in some effort.

Unfortunately... no.

The silence of the night was somewhat awkward. The captain, suppressing his pain, continued, "These are our team's prospectors. The one carrying the shield and longsword is Stefan..."

"I am Linor," the long-eared female elf stopped the injured captain from speaking further.

"This is Arya. We are a team, all members of a geological exploration team."

Puser gave her a thorough once-over: "You're an elf? How come you're so weak?"

Linor shook her head, then nodded, then shook her head again.

This strange movement caused Puse's vertical pupils to narrow slightly, a hint of confusion flashing across his pure blue eyes.

In the understanding of the dragon race, a nod means yes and a shake of the head means no. There is no reason for such a contradictory and inconsistent way of nodding and shaking the head.

Linor's Adam's apple bobbed, and she finally looked up to meet those pure blue eyes, her voice carrying a barely perceptible strain.

"I am a long-eared creature from the woodlands of the New World, also known as a Degenerate by those elves."

She paused, and seeing the confusion still lingering in Puse's eyes, she added, "Our race is an ancient branch of the elves from the wastelands."

"Elves can reproduce with the Moon Dwellers, and the Moon Dwellers can reproduce with the Woodland Long-eared People, but those elves can no longer reproduce with us."

"Oh!" Pu Se sniffed her scent, examined the life energy contained within her, and remarked, "No wonder she's so weak, she's a secondary race of a secondary race."

racism!

This is blatant racism!!

Linor heard the deep contempt in Puse's tone, and her fingertips clenched tightly, her nails digging deep into her palms.

As descendants of elven blood, these long-eared forest tribes also possess their own pride.

The main point is that you can say it, but others can't, otherwise don't blame me for being impolite.

Normally, even a disdainful glance from a human mercenary would make her jump up in anger and draw her sword.

But standing in front of her was a dragon.

"You're right."

"We do not have the long lifespan of elves, nor the superb talent to master archery, nor the innate magical skills."

"We're pretty useless."

What else could she say?

In any case, compared to dragons, individual elves are far inferior.

We are weak, so what if we are weak? Did we eat your wheat?

Pu Se raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement flashing in his blue vertical pupils.

The dragon's arrogance made him too lazy to delve into the resentment hidden beneath the obedience, and he began to investigate his own purpose.

"Are you a geological exploration team? Now tell me, what is your purpose in coming here, and what kind of country are you from?"

"If you can tell me all the information about humanity, then you can receive my blessing."

The surviving Linor's eyes lit up: "The dragon's blessing, could it be...?"

Puser gave them the answer directly, chuckling as he uttered four words: "No need for death."