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

After observing for a while, Pusser...

His wing membrane suddenly opened, and the levitation magic pushed his speed to the limit.

The blue figure, like an icy blue lightning bolt, sped away in a direction far from the volcano.

"When disaster strikes, everyone flies away. Oh, you humans can't fly? That's your problem, not mine!"

Poseidon didn't even glance back at Caleb and the others; the lives of those humans were never a concern for him.

As long as the map is real, these pieces lose their final value.

The image remaining in the magic mirror still flickered with the red dragon beast's furious crimson figure, but all of that was no longer relevant to him.

As the red dragon beast saw Puse flying further and further away, its angry roar almost shattered the clouds.

It clumsily circled twice in the air, the sparks overflowing from its mouth and nostrils becoming increasingly dense, and the fire sac in its throat bulging high.

The next second, a wide, fan-shaped burst of flame suddenly erupted from its mouth.

The crimson curtain of fire instantly engulfed the forest below, melting the rocks into fiery lava.

But this breath didn't aim at Puse at all; it was just venting its anger aimlessly, without even touching his shadow.

Meanwhile, Pu Se had already flown dozens of miles away.

He felt the heat wave growing weaker and weaker behind him, and as his wing membranes flapped, the icy wind in the air blew away the scent clinging to him.

"I need to be at least at the juvenile dragon stage before I can compete with that red dragon beast for territory and seize the gold mine."

"It will still be a few years before we reach the juvenile dragon stage..."

"Tsk, if Elijah wants to develop the gold mine in the next few years, then we won't even have time to get involved."

It takes ten years for a dragon to develop from a baby dragon to a juvenile dragon.

Puser felt that given his size and growth rate, it wouldn't take ten years, but eight or nine years would definitely be needed.

This presents a problem.

Puse doesn't have the ability to seize the gold mine. If it did, it would probably be long before it faced human development teams.

The red dragon could defeat him with time, but a human nation, even in his youth, didn't have much confidence.

"So here's the question: should I tell you the location of the Kawimas gold mine?"

Once the mother is told, Puse's plan to make this place his nest will definitely fall through, and he will need to find another good place.

For example, the other three silver mines.

However, if you don't tell Kawimas, after Puse defeated that red dragon beast, the human team that was developing the gold mine followed closely behind, seamlessly taking over.

That Pu Se had nowhere to cry.

The former is more stable and you're guaranteed to get some soup, while the latter, although you can enjoy it all by yourself, is impossible to predict when that will take.

Puse's plan to send goblins to find kobolds for mining has also completely failed, and he will likely have to do the mining himself.

After all, the gold mine lair of the benevolent dragon Kawimas could not tolerate the existence of goblins and kobolds.

"Then I might as well take advantage of the red dragon beast resting and secretly dig a hole in the mine myself!"

"Although this is dangerous, the red dragon beast doesn't know magic, and with the magic mirror, we can escape in advance."

"After defeating the Red Dragon Beast, I occupied the territory for a period of time. After encountering the human developers, I sought the help of Kawimas."

A silver dragon approaching legendary status, capable of fighting even legendary human powerhouses.

The gold mine in Puse can also be preserved.

Once the thought popped into his head, it spread wildly through Puse's mind like a vine.

He abruptly retracted his wing membrane, using levitation magic to hover high in the air, and then used magic to make the magic mirror float in front of him, his vertical pupils flashing with calculation.

The mirror automatically switches to the view of the volcanic gold mine.

The red dragon had stopped its pointless fire-breathing, and after venting its anger and frustration, it began searching for edible prey.

As for those humans...

Puse was no longer interested in them and didn't even bother to glance at the image in the magic mirror.

Puse turned around and sped off toward the grassland inhabited by goblins that he remembered.

Gold mines can no longer be mined on a large scale, so the only option is to steal them. However, there are still some opportunities in silver mines.

He knew very well that digging through the silver ore with just his claws and pickaxe was far too inefficient.

Although goblins are weak, they are natural diggers. As long as you subdue them, they can become your free laborers.

They mostly inhabit underground caves and mines, and are naturally adapted to dark and narrow underground environments.

Its short, hunched body allows it to move nimbly through the mine tunnels, making it more suitable for underground work than larger creatures.

Although not as useful as the kobolds, they are less disciplined, prone to laziness, and require a strong person to constantly intimidate them, having something useful is better than having nothing at all.

It took Puse several days to lead those humans deep into the Blackthorn Mountains, but he only took half a day to return on his own.

The withered yellow grass parted to both sides under the wind of Puse's wings as he deliberately lowered his flight altitude, searching for the hidden goblins.

Guided by the magic mirror, Puse quickly discovered their trail.

A goblin wielding a rusty spear was so terrified by the sight of the overwhelming blue figure that it collapsed to the ground and scrambled into the cave.

"This time, these goblins didn't run away to find a new nest?"

Puser slowly landed on the open ground in the center of the tribe. He did not roar, but simply looked into the depths of the cave with his blue vertical pupils.

Just then, a goblin wearing tattered animal skins and holding a bone staff emerged from the depths of the cave.

Its body was slightly more hunched than that of a normal goblin, and its face was covered with wrinkles.

His eyes, however, gleamed with a cunning that was out of step with his kind. In his hand he held a staff, the top of which was inlaid with several withered bones of cattle or sheep.

This is the tribe's priest.

Behind him followed a burly goblin, presumably the new goblin leader.

Unlike the other goblins who were terrified and ran away in panic, the priest tremblingly raised his bone staff and performed a strange salute to Puse while muttering obscure incantations.

After a moment, it spoke haltingly: "Great dragon, I am Kumu, the priest of the Bone Club tribe, and my people are willing to submit to you."

Poseidon's icy blue vertical pupils narrowed slightly as his gaze swept over the withered tree and the goblin leader behind it.

The gazes were like an invisible weight, making the goblins at the cave entrance afraid to even breathe, except for the withered tree which was still holding on.

"Very good, you lowly insect, you know how to be pragmatic. If you can satisfy me, I, the dragon, can also reward you with some dragon language magic."

After recruiting these goblins as his subordinates, Puse immediately began making empty promises.

The withered tree's cloudy eyes lit up instantly, and its thin claws gripped the bone staff tightly.

The dragon's reward is not easy to obtain, but it is not without hope. To keep the donkey moving forward, it must be allowed to eat carrots occasionally.

"From this day forward, you will be the servants of the great evil dragon Puse, and no powerful being will be able to bully you anymore."

"Now all goblins, follow me! I need you to fulfill your duties!"

Puse leaped from the grassland and slowly flew eastward, guiding the goblins.

He gained a goblin tribe that could provide him with silver mines.

Time slipped away quietly amidst the morning smoke and evening flames of the volcano, and eight years passed in the blink of an eye.