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

Chapter 94 An unexpected encounter with the young bronze dragon, knocked down with one punch (3k)

As Puse was engrossed in his strategic plan to subdue Gabriella step by step, a familiar yet unsettling scent drifted into his nostrils on the cold wind.

It had a brass-colored aura, belonging to the dragon race.

His vertical pupils suddenly contracted, and his dark blue scales stood up slightly in alertness. Then, a strong fighting desire surged through his body.

"Hmm, what's that smell? Could it be...?"

[The "Nemesis" is awakened by the scent of brass dragons in the air, and is extremely excited, craving blood and battle, and has issued you a quest.]

[Blood and Combat: Defeat the Brass Dragon and inflict heavy damage on it. The more wounded and the more blood lost, the greater the reward.]

He tilted his head slightly, his nostrils flaring, precisely pinpointing the direction of the aura's origin: the west gate of Starfall City.

Puse's nostrils twitched slightly a few more times, and a look of deep concentration flashed across his dark blue vertical pupils. It was not an illusion, nor was he mistaken about what he had smelled.

This is indeed the unique scent of a brass dragon, carrying the smell of copper metal, mixed with a hint of the warmth of sun-baked sand.

The brass dragon has a highly distinctive appearance, with its scales being a pure brass color.

Their bodies are long and slender, with unique serrated patterns on the edges of their wing membranes, and their pupils always have a sly, ambiguous smile.

The head has a unique shape, with large, curved, plate-like structures on the sides of the eyes and cheeks that curve upwards to form two pointed points, and two sharp horns on the chin.

In terms of personality, the brass dragon is the most unconventional among the dragons.

As the most sociable of the true dragons, they are fond of debate and eager to engage in endless arguments with any intelligent being.

Even the most meaningless topics can be debated for three days and three nights, drawing on classical allusions and historical references.

They are carefree and even somewhat cynical, and their obsession with territory and power is far less intense than that of other dragons, but they place great importance on "promises" and "transactions".

Once an agreement is reached, we will do everything in our power to keep it.

In the Blue Dragon's heritage, if we're talking about the most detailed part, Puse can guarantee it's about the customs and weaknesses of the Brass Dragon.

The reason for this is that, like the blue dragon, the brass dragon is keen on building its lair in the desert and loves the sunshine and the hot, dry climate.

The two have a fundamental territorial conflict.

Even your best friend knows you better than your enemy.

Why is this brass dragon here?

Was it a chance encounter, drawn by the city's vibrant atmosphere? Or was it an invitation from someone that led to this special trip?

Pu Se's thoughts raced, and his doubts deepened.

Although the brass dragon is not particularly obsessed with power, it regards transactions and agreements as the foundation of its credibility. Once a deal is reached, it will try its best to abide by it, but it is also very easy for others to take advantage of it.

If someone makes an agreement with it with sufficiently tempting terms—

This brass dragon could very well become the biggest variable in his plans to control Starshine, imprison Gabriella, and subdue the Long-eared Clan.

So what if Gabriella is imprisoned?

Puse believed from the bottom of his heart that this was a necessary sacrifice to prevent the outbreak of war.

Should he be expected to respectfully release Gabriella back, thus actually triggering the outbreak of war?

After doing this, even if someone complained to Kawimas, Puse still dared to offer a cunning explanation.

Sacrificing the freedom of a member of the royal family to ensure the stability of the Starshine Kingdom is a sacrifice of one person to save thousands. Isn't this worthy of praise?

Puser believed that as long as this matter did not happen to him, there would be no problem.

As for what happens to oneself, that is absolutely unacceptable.

Blue Dragon is just that hypocritical.

Pu Se moved quickly along the base of the city wall at the west gate.

The aura of the brass dragon grew clearer and clearer, finally stopping outside a small tavern on the street.

Under the eaves of the tavern, a man dressed in a faded brown traveler's robe was leaning against the wall.

He had a lute slung over his shoulder, a gourd of wine hanging from his waist, a nonchalant smile on his face, and skin that was a healthy tan from years of exposure to the elements.

The man seemed to have expected this. He slowly turned around, raised his gourd towards the little blue dragon in the shadows, and uttered a string of words.

"No wonder I always felt like there were eyes watching me. Oh, it's you, a blue dragon, a blue dragon that's infiltrated a human city?"

The man brought the gourd of wine to his lips, tilted his head back and took a swig, then casually wiped the wine stains from the corner of his mouth.

He lightly plucked the lute on his shoulder, producing a crisp sound, but his tone was full of schadenfreude: "I must say, little blue dragon, you're really unlucky."

"Why didn't you stay in the desert? Why did you have to run into a human city and then run into me?"

"Originally, I just came to have a drink and listen to a story, not wanting to meddle in other people's business, but who can blame me, blue dragons and bronze dragons are natural enemies?"

Just as the Blue Dragon understands the Brass Dragon's customs and weaknesses, the Brass Dragon also understands the Blue Dragon exceptionally well.

This brass dragon is in its youth, an age when it is most prone to meddling in other people's business, and it does not believe it can defeat a young blue dragon.

A blue dragon falling into the hands of a brass dragon is bound to get a beating.

"Heh." Pu Se didn't believe the brass dragon's nonsense at all, and scoffed, "You're saying you're just passing by for a drink?"

Would a young brass dragon deliberately take a long detour to "pass through" this land whose habits are completely contrary to yours?

Upon hearing this, the man was taken aback for a moment, then burst into a hearty laugh that made the tavern windows tremble slightly.

Generally speaking, benevolent dragons do not talk to evil dragons.

But the brass dragon, being the most talkative among the benevolent dragons, doesn't mind letting Puse get a good beating.

"It's not surprising that bards appear in any story."

"Moreover, this is a kingdom built by a silver dragon, so it will naturally attract the attention of all benevolent dragons."

"A silver dragon!" His eyes gleamed. "Her scales are brighter than the purest moonlight, and her figure is more elegant than the icy peaks of a snow-capped mountain."

"Isn't such an existence worth a bronze dragon traveling thousands of miles to witness it with its own eyes?"

As he spoke, a warm, ambiguous smile appeared on his lips, and his fingertips lightly traced the strings of the lute, producing a series of melodious notes.

"As for stopping by for a drink? That's just a side thing. My real purpose is to admire the beautiful face of this silver dragon."

"If she is as beautiful as the legends say, I wouldn't mind staying and pursuing her with my most beautiful songs and the most exciting stories."

"Alright, everything that needed to be said has been said."

The man's laughter gradually subsided, and the last trace of cynicism in his eyes vanished, replaced by the warlike and assertive nature unique to young dragons.

He casually put the lute down by the roadside, and threw the wine gourd heavily on the ground.

This brass dragon no longer possessed the carefree spirit of a bard: "Considering that this is our first encounter, and also considering that you are still just a young blue dragon."

I'll give you a chance.

The man raised his hand and pointed to the vast snowfield outside the western city of Xingluo City, his tone mocking.

"Now, immediately, turn around and run away."

"If you run fast enough, fast enough to escape my sight, fast enough to make me lose the ability to sense your presence—"

His fingertips curled slightly, as if he could already feel the sensation of his claws tearing through the scales.

"Perhaps you can get lucky and escape this inevitable beating."

"Of course," he added, drawing out the last syllable with a strong sense of schadenfreude.

"On the condition that you can keep up with my pace before I lose interest in you."

Pu Se sneered, and the dark blue light instantly engulfed Pu Se's shrunken body.

The air currents whipped up the surrounding snow, creating a swirling column of snow in the streets and alleys.

In the blink of an eye, the hound-sized figure had vanished.

Instead, a massive blue dragon nearly fifteen meters long appeared!

The dark blue scales were extremely cold in the dim light of day, and when the wing membranes were spread, they almost covered half the street, casting menacing shadows on the snow.

His vertical pupils were now surging with the arrogance and fury unique to the young dragon, and his dragon breath surged deep in his throat, emitting a low, threatening growl.

The dragon's claws slammed heavily on the ground, instantly cracking the stone slabs and sending snow flying everywhere.

He slowly lowered his head, his massive dragon head facing the brass dragon that still maintained its human form. His voice was no longer childish, but filled with a sense of oppression.

"Run away?"

Pu Se's voice trailed off with a heavy sarcasm, as if he had heard the most ridiculous joke in the world: "You're probably the one who's trying to run away, Brass Dragon."

I want to see what kind of overpowered mechanisms and cheats you have that make you dare to speak to me so loudly!

Do you think you're Kavemas?

Do you think you're Alistair?

The man's playful and domineering expression froze instantly, his amber pupils widened suddenly, and he stood frozen in place as if under a spell.

His gaze was fixed on Puse's massive body, which was nearly fifteen meters long.

From the dark blue scales that gleamed with a cold luster to the enormous wing membrane that covered half the street.

Based on the basic characteristics of age, it is clear that the other party is a young blue dragon.

But this body shape—

The man's throat bobbed involuntarily, and a storm raged within him.

A normal juvenile blue dragon is no more than eleven or twelve meters long. Even an individual with exceptionally pure bloodline and an astonishing growth rate could never reach the enormous size of fifteen meters!

This is almost the size of a young dragon!

"How—how is this possible?"

This size is almost as big as his. Even a blue dragon that grows up on hormones wouldn't be this exaggerated, right?

Before he could finish speaking, Puse's giant claws swung out with a powerful gust of wind!

The claws, covered in dark blue scales, slammed down with a brute force far beyond the young dragon's years, striking the still-dazed brass dragon.

A human body is as fragile as paper in the face of absolute power.

With a muffled "thud," before the brass dragon could even react, he was sent flying like a pebble, instantly crashing through the tavern's earthen wall.

Snowflakes danced in the air as his body slid dozens of meters across the snow before crashing heavily into the stone wall of the west gate with a deafening thud.

"I forgot to tell you something." The killing intent intensified in Puser's blue vertical pupils: "That silver dragon you described, whose scales were like moonlight and whose form was like an ice peak—"

His dragon head was slightly raised, his voice filled with unquestionable arrogance and protectiveness.

"She is my adoptive mother."

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