Silver Dragons are spawning in this dungeon!

Hilo followed Bloodclaw. Although there were forks in the road ahead, Hilo did not stop.

Dragons have excellent memories, so they are not afraid of getting lost. He plans to return the way he came once he finds the gathering place, and in this short time, almost no creature will wander into a dead end.

Moreover, in places like dungeons, each creature has roughly its own territory. Previously, this territory belonged to the dire bears, if it weren't for the gnolls hunting the dire wolves.

Those dire wolves could not possibly escape into the territory of the dire bears.

Furthermore, the magical tide caused by the dragon egg also had a significant impact.

Dragons are like big cats, especially when they're not flying, they're like magical big cats, and when they fly, they're like flying magical big cats.

They walked silently, following Bloodclaw, who didn't seem very smart either, his intelligence being much lower than Shiloh's.

After passing three forks in the road, we finally arrived at an open space that led in five directions.

There were four or five animal skin tents in the open space, with a large campfire in the middle. This campfire was quite unreasonable; it could burn for a very long time even though there wasn't much wood to fuel it.

Like those campfires in some games from my past life, it's practically a perpetual motion machine, isn't it?

In a world with magic, even the wood would probably be different, burning much better.

Some gnoll cubs were playing around the campfire, picking at the bones of some unknown creature and roughhousing with each other.

While you're at it, hone your combat skills.

Hilo hid in the shadows, quietly observing the entire gnoll camp. Bloodclaw went into the largest tent and quickly came out.

Then he called for his men, and a total of four gnolls surrounded Bloodclaw, all of them strong male gnolls.

One person held a bow, while the other three held stone axes.

Almost all the males in the camp came out, but no gnolls came out of that tent.

Hilo could sense magical fluctuations coming from that tent, which was very likely the leader of the gnolls here.

Hilo didn't dare to make any rash moves, and heard Bloodclaw communicating with "howling".

Then they saw the gnolls raise their axes and let out a howl.

Hilo didn't linger. He quietly retreated, following the route he remembered, and without any mistakes, successfully returned to the place where he had killed Bloodfang.

The dire wolf was still roasting over the campfire, almost burnt.

Hilo threw Bloodfang's corpse onto the fire, then used Grease and Burning Hand to completely destroy the evidence.

Then, carrying the wolf's carcass, it ran back to the original stone chamber.

Seeing that Novi was still asleep, and not knowing how long the first dragon sleep would last, he did not disturb Novi.

Hilo would not waste a single food item by piling up dire wolves in the corner, but he would rather not eat humanoid intelligent beings, whether it was due to the legacy of the silver dragons or his previous experience as a human.

Eating intelligent beings was still somewhat disgusting, so Hilo simply burned Bloodfang's corpse.

Returning to the passage and exiting the stone chamber, Hilo felt that with only 5 gnolls, he had a good chance of taking them down.

Moreover, this is a golden opportunity, and if they discover that Bloodfang has disappeared next time, and the gnoll leaders come here together, then their chances of winning will be uncertain.

After all, a spellcaster without information, who doesn't know what kind of magic they possess, is easily caught off guard and can easily be defeated, even if dragons have high magic resistance.

However, some physical magic, such as the impact of ground spikes or ice cones, is extremely lethal to a fledgling dragon whose scales have not yet hardened.

Hilo returned to the campfire, hooked his claws onto the rocks of the nearby passage, tried it, and found it worked.

Using all four claws, it climbed up the wall to the top of the passage, slightly in front of the campfire.

He was preparing to ambush a squad of gnolls.

Hold your breath, like a true hunter, hidden in the shadows, waiting for your prey to arrive.

The "prey" were completely unaware of this. Bloodclaw led four gnolls, with three gnolls wielding stone axes walking in front.

Bloodclaw and another gnoll carrying a bow walked behind, proceeding cautiously. The dungeon's passages were interconnected, and they didn't know if new creatures might suddenly appear ahead.

However, they weren't particularly afraid, because their gnoll clan was one of the best in this area, and few species could pose a threat to them.

This level is inherently impossible; there will be individuals with extremely strong individual abilities, but intelligent beings will be few and far between.

There was a lizardman clan quite far from their camp, but they had a consensus that they would not attack each other when food was plentiful.

Even if they meet head-on, they'll only exchange two arrows before retreating. The probability of them meeting is low, as this level is quite large.

There was also a pool where they drew water, inhabited by some carnivorous fish. A young jackal once accidentally fell in.

Before long, only a skeleton remained, and no gnoll dared to go down to rescue it.

Alternatively, it's also possible that they haven't explored enough areas, so there might be other powerful creatures in places they don't know about.

The campfire crackled and popped, and Bloodclaw could see it from afar, but he couldn't spot Bloodfang.

"Where did Bloodfang go?" Bloodclaw wondered to himself.

"Am I supposed to go face those three dire wolves alone? And what happened to the dire wolf that was supposed to be killed?"

Bloodclaw had many questions and slowed down. He seemed to smell a different scent in the air.

It smelled of rain, though he didn't know what that smelled like. He lived in the dark, sunless underground city and had never seen the outside sky, but he knew this smell.

The other gnolls also smelled it—a scent they had never encountered before.

They all became vigilant, but as the dominant force on this level, they did not retreat, but instead formed a strict formation.

They moved forward slowly, clearing away the dangers around them, but not a single gnoll looked up at the sky.

As creatures living in underground cities, they have almost never looked up since birth and hardly care what the world above them looks like.

But this habit brought them destruction.

Just as the three gnolls wielding stone axes passed beneath Hilo.

Hilo leaped down, first flapping his dragon wings, and glided behind them.

With the power of gliding, Hilo's dragon wings, like blades, sliced ​​across Bloodclaw's chest, though they did not cleave Bloodclaw in two.

However, it sent the Blood Claw flying, rolling several times on the ground, and the bowstring on its back snapped off.

Being young is great; you can fall asleep as soon as your head hits the pillow.

Before he closed his eyes, Bloodclaw saw the creature standing where he had been standing, on all fours, covered in silver scales, with the dragon wings that had just cleaved him away behind it.

"Dragon...?" he murmured on his deathbed.

The other four gnolls were thrown into chaos.