Chapter 12 Slacking
Chapter 12 Slacking
On the west coast of the northern continent, on the seashore floating with shipwrecks, a few Drow elves with frozen purple lips kneeled down in a sorry state and begged:
“Chief, the water at the shipwreck point is just too deep, we’ve been trying for a few days, but we still haven’t been able to find those dragon eggs, really, it’s true that we can’t dive any further, if we dive any further, we’ll really die.”
“Then all of you will die for me! Let my Lord see how much of a waste you believers really are.”
The Drow leader, Hiatt, kicked them all out of the room, her brows furrowed as she took a deep breath.
But even so, there was still an intense reluctance on her face.
Three years, three whole years.
She had brought this group of trash to be born and die in this dangerous old continent for three years.
The ship had followed them at sea for three years.
She had gambled all her belongings and played hide and seek with the female dragons every day before she managed to save so many dragon eggs!
But the boat capsized when it set sail on its way home!
It’s over.
It’s all over now.
Shiyat fell to the ground with a disheveled look on her face, her fingers inserted into her hair and stroked it back with all her might, but how could she drive away the pain and remorse that surged up together with her?
Her luck was really too bad.
They were always floating on the sea, how could they not make preparations for this, such as the method used to dive into the sea to salvage important supplies.
Either the underwater breathing and water walking techniques of the third ring, or the fact that the escape ship was stocked with scuba herb potions that needed to be sealed and stored could be the solution.
But the problem was that the one priest who knew those two spells had been taken by the Mother of Dragons to set off fireworks.
The other caster, who was with the ship’s backup, was followed by the storage crate with the potions, and the escape boat and the entire ship were crushed and sunk by that damned red hatchling with a fiery fart.
According to the surviving wanderer, it was that stupid fucking burnt bastard who not only didn’t follow the operation manual to hold the other person down on the fledgling captor in the first place, but had to check his gender for nothing.
‘Does gender really matter that much? Huh? MAD FARK!’
She did have a magic item called a diving wristwheel on her wrist.
But there was only one piece of this thing!
It was the one she used to escape at sea.
Besides, how could she alone lift a dragon’s egg the size of a millstone from the bottom of the sea?
What was the difference between that and making fun of the Spider Goddess’s divine name?
And she was sure that as soon as she went into the water alone, these guys would absolutely run for their lives.
After all, everyone knew that things had come to this point and could not be undone, and since they could no longer share the money, it would be better to run away earlier.
There was always a way for them to return to the new continent of Granier, and they dared to go back.
After all, who let them among them, they owe the most debts, but also enemies everywhere?
“Ah! Dammit! Dammit! Why me! Why me!?”
Hiatt slammed heavy fist after heavy fist into the ground in a frenzy.
“Huh?”
“Ah!”
“Ahhhhhhhhhh!”
This nerve-like behavior instantly caused the few remaining henchmen to secretly start winking.
The leader was already so into the drama, that the big one, most likely to come!
Sure enough, it was then that they heard the leader, Hiatt, get back up and voice out that decision to them:
“Come on with me, let’s go find that damn red fledgling dragon.”
She looked around the group:
“If we find that guy, we’ll still have something to show for this trip.”
“. Huh?” A bunch of Drow then began to mentally beat their heads against the wall and acted directly and explicitly.
“Chief, are you really sure you’re not joking?”
“There’s only a few of us left on the boat.”
“That’s right.”
At the same time, they were hesitant, if the leader was bent on having his way, should they just join forces here to fuck the leader first, and then run away together when she fell asleep.
After all, according to the threat shown by that red baby dragon, it was already no less than the intimidating power that the leader’s force brought to them.
The bottom line.
It wasn’t like they didn’t know the value of that red fledgling dragon that could spit from its ass ah.
But the biggest problem now was.
The ship is gone!
Until they found or waited for the next ship they could take or stow away on, they had to stay here in the dangerous Old World to survive.
After so many years of being under her command, how could Hiatt not know what these fools were thinking?
She knew what color shit she was going to take today even if she pouted her butt off.
Yet she didn’t choose to reveal it on the spot.
Instead, she looked at them with scorn and laughed:
“Do you guys really think that by not going to find that red dragon, you’ll be able to return to Granier without any problems and continue to live your rotten, rotten life like mud?”
The Zhuoer fell silent, they also understood what the other party was trying to say.
“Dream on!”
Hiatt threw in, “Unsurprisingly, he’s now stepping into his first slumber, at the weakest point in his dragon’s life.”
“Once he ends his slumber, it’s time for him to come to us!”
“Don’t forget, what we’re messing with is a dragon! The most vindictive dragon of all!
“And the vengeful Red Dragon, the leader of the five-colored evil dragons!”
She forced back a guy who wanted to interrupt with a cold gaze of looking at a dead man:
“Maybe you’re trying to say it’s just a fledgling dragon that’s been in its shell for a few days?”
“But we are now
“Gone?”
“Dumbasses?”
The Drow were finally forced to accept this cold reality. The reality was that the women whose ship had been burned by that dragon had to strand this Jedi.
As for waiting for the next ship to arrive at the Old Continent that could cross the High Elf fleet blockade and the crisis-ridden North Sea.
Will it be this year?
Next year?
Or the next three years? Or the five years that are still further away.
If we really waited five years, when the other side stepped into the young dragon stage.
What they would be facing would be a red monster that was bigger than they could build together and would catch them breathing fire all over the continent!
The scene was silent for a moment.
“Chief, we all listen to you.”
Hiatt clenched her fists, she had won her bet.
These guys, as stupid as they were, were the only hand she had left in her hand.
“So what are we waiting for, let’s go!”
However, just after the group of stragglers that Hiatt had managed to convince with a lot of verbal sparring, along the remaining scorch marks of the forest, were about to arrive at Davy’s location, and had even seen the ‘Hot Springs of Remnants’ where he was situated with skeletons lined up, an unprecedented wave of fatigue suddenly surged in, drowning them out.
“Never mind, let’s go back to the beach before we make plans.” Hiatt casually waved her hand.
“Oh,” a group of Drow said breathlessly.
An hour later, at the beach, Hiatt looked at a group of her men who were lying as sloths, not even bothering to speak, with both eyes in a daze:
“What the hell am I doing?”
Unbelieving, she heckled the Drow henchmen who were also lying flat and looking up at the stars and starting to doubt life.
She decided to take the men for another go.
What the hell!
Two hours later, they returned to the shipwreck site once again with the same feeling.
Another two hours later.
With a toss of her scimitar, Hiatt lay down on the beach, both eyes closed, and snored.
Seek the dragon? Turning over? Revenge?
Fuck it all.
She now, just wanted to idle for a while.
Just for a little while.
Deep in the dense forest, the alpine barbarians, the Loxinde tribe.
A barbarian with beautiful leg hair received the familiar bone ornament from the mouth of a winter wolf, and his body shivered uncontrollably.
It was the one he had handed over to his wife, Mornado, on the night of their wedding bonfire, and she loved it so much that she never took it off.
And this young winter wolf was a pet that followed Monado around in search of prey.
The fact that the winter wolf came back with its tail between its legs and the bone jewelry, whimpering all the time but not taking the initiative to lead him back to search for the demon, meant only one possibility.
His ogre wife, more than likely, was in a bad way.
“Demon Nado! I, Loxinde, will avenge your death!”
“Rest in peace! My love!!!”
Rosinde crushed the bone ornament in one hand and shoved it into the wolf’s muzzle, kicking it out of the cave:
“Go! Take me to Mornado.
“I must take her remains, no matter what, back to her clan.”
“This is a promise that belongs to a man!”
Two days later, when Locind arrived at the place of the incident along with the Winter Wolf, the Winter Wolf, who was so tired from all the sprinting that his tongue began to smoke, suddenly lay down in place, never wanting to move again.
This time the young barbarian didn’t bother to kick him either; he hung his head, pensive and reflective.
He always felt that he actually gradually calmed down from the initial extreme sadness and anger.
There didn’t seem to be as many of the various thoughts in his head that were making him about to explode.
The past memories of being with Manado no longer hurt him so much either.
“Yeah… Me and Manado, it’s just a political marriage at best.”
It was only that for a time he had indulged in the vastness of the ogre’s inhumanly large heart.
He who thought of this suddenly felt a little tired.
Forget it, no more love.
And just as both sets of people were searching for Davy but falling into laziness for various reasons.
“Wow you’ve come a long way, finally finding you is kind of exhausting.”
Pfft.
A figure, leapt into the warm pool.
Diving all the way down.
Until it swam to the door of the remnant that was deposited at the bottom of the pool.
It seemed to have fallen into a head-down silence.
(End of chapter)