Chapter 18: The Thunderbolt
Chapter 18 Top Thunder
“Oh, a giant dragon, or a live one, mind you, it’s not an easy job.”
The old chief duly raised his price:
“Add ten more vials of Rage Potion, you’ll need it for this job.”
“Deal.” The High Elf laughed in disbelief.
“We’ll need the locations where it’s been infested, and its exact characteristics.”
The old chief was happy to finalize this rare and great deal, but he didn’t dare to be careless.
Gargoyles had a more distinct and strong sense of territory than beasts, and determining the range would basically determine which gargoyle’s territory his people would be fighting under next, and roughly which type of gargoyle they would be fighting.
Seeing that the deal had been finalized, the High Elf officer did not want to waste any more time with words, and raised his chin to his adjutant.
The adjutant immediately understood and stepped out.
Just before she could even open her mouth to fill in the detailed information, a hurried-looking barbarian warrior came forward and reported:
“Yar (chief), according to the northern herders, they may have discovered the traces of a dragon, the other party has been wreaking havoc in the pastures of the Katgana Valley one after another, stealing uncountable numbers of consumptive cattle, and I hope that you, as soon as possible, will send people to drive them away.”
Old Chief Loxinde immediately shrugged his shoulders at a group of somewhat dismayed High Elves:
“It’s a coincidence that the dragons are here.”
“Is it coming from that direction? An honored guest?”
The adjutant exchanged a wordless glance with his officer, who shook his head to indicate that it didn’t matter, and the adjutant nodded instantly:
“Yes.”
In this kind of bad wintry weather, there were already fewer dragons willing to come out and move around, and it was even more unlikely for them to move in the same direction and in the same range.
Unless they were two dragons and were fighting over the division of territorial boundaries, or if they were in heat and couldn’t help but have an affair.
But what they were looking for was clearly a young dragon.
Most importantly, for the High Elves, the latest silver dragon that had been attacking them was not deadly or urgent, but seemed to be merely trying to drive them away.
The reason why they proposed this deal was simply because the chief had his eyes on that silver dragon.
Nothing more.
So even if it really wasn’t the same one, and the other party was actually able to capture it back.
A few bottles of worthless alchemy potions and a bunch of broken brass that the military department had eliminated in exchange for a dragon, and without them having to pay any risk, how could it be a loss?
Because of this, they feigned carelessness and proposed this deal to the several barbarian clans that had traded all the way here.
Simply to increase the success rate of getting that silver young dragon.
A silver dragon that had awakened the beginnings of magic spells at the hatchling stage.
If he were to bring it back and offer it to His Majesty the Elf King, it would surely be a sensation in the entire Devonshire and even the New Continent.
They were determined to obtain this dragon!
On the other side, the old chief who received an affirmative answer also mobilized his own people immediately:
“Lochinde, my son, I will leave this important mission to you, and I will allow you to choose your own warriors and equipment.”
Even if little Lochinde was not happy in his heart, he could only agree with his head.
“Yes, Yar, will surely fulfill your trust.”
Only as he turned around, he gave an expressionless glance at the condescending High Elves, and with that, he led the order to turn around and leave.
With a group of Katgana warriors, he disappeared into the snow and wind outside the gates of the old castle.
The greater the snow and wind, the more flavorful the beef!
David, who was turtling a bear’s den in the valley, was giving himself the fifth all-beef feast.
At this moment, he is completely unaware of his sudden appearance, actually helped his cheap sister who does not know the existence of the top of the thunder, at this moment is attracted to the strongest clan Loxinde’s elite strength in the whole of the area of the Carter Ghana, along the path of the bloodstains close to the over.
But the giant dragon is not so good to deal with. Especially a long five years of dormancy has just ended, is in the dragon’s life in the most energetic flood, the dragon smacks of the dog’s head are afraid to treat the young dragon.
This period of young dragons, especially the five-colored dragon, due to often because of a slap in the head to do a plan to steal the mother’s treasure, nothing to do with each other to fight, leading to indirectly demolish the family, and thus the angry mother dragon directly swept out of the example is not uncommon.
Therefore, even though the mountain barbarians had slowed down their footsteps when approaching the cave, they were still detected by David’s ears that were comparable to those of an owl.
Davy, who was using his tail to feast on the tomahawk steak, put down the food, smashed his mouth, and suddenly felt that the beef in his mouth didn’t smell too good.
”Mard, sure enough there are people coming, I knew that eating a meal wouldn’t be peaceful.”
After all, this world is not like the last life where there are nature reserves everywhere, where there are people, naturally, like dragons, they will treat the cattle and sheep in some natural pastures as their own.
He could understand, but wasn’t going to forgive.
Just as the alpine barbarians outside the cave were ready to strike when they heard the order.
David suddenly tilted his head and tilted his head back with a shout in Ogre to the exit of the cave:
“Saban (run)!!!”
The crowd of barbarians looked at each other in disbelief, not knowing what that dragon was suddenly having a seizure and roaring about.
Had they been discovered?
Only Loxinde, who had married an ogre wife, understood.
He just didn’t understand why the other party was shouting at them to run.
“Awwww~ ah woof woof woof woof!” The winter wolf beside him suddenly growled at him in an emotional and terrified manner.
Loxinde instantly understood what the winter wolf meant.
The murderer of his wife’s ogre Manado five years ago, the one who had fooled his feelings, was the dragon in the cave!
Under the new hatred and old hatred, Lozinde’s eyes turned red on the spot, only he was a little confused.
The guy who killed his former master was right in front of him, so why did he shout at himself to run?
This idea had only just surfaced when the ground began to vibrate vaguely.
With hindsight, Loxinde looked up sharply, and his pupils suddenly shrunk.
It was then that he saw a raging line of snow rushing down furiously above the mountaintop.
An avalanche was coming!
“Yuna (get out of here!!!)” Under the crisis of life and death, Lozinde instinctively shouted out in ogre language as well.
Then he kicked the barking winter wolf at his feet, no longer caring about the dragon, and ran all the way towards the side without looking back.
The group of barbarians under his command who suddenly heard the boss shouting, still thought it was for them to go on, and swarmed towards the front of the cave where the dragon was for a while, only to find out that the young chief actually took the dog and ran away first!
“Avalanche! It’s an avalanche! Run!!!” Only then did the savages with hindsight follow Loxind’s direction and run for their lives with all their strength.
However, even so, this natural disaster triggered by David’s voice was still like a holy wave, drowning this group of ‘little ants’ running wildly on the foothills.
Hearing that the outside had finally cleared up, David finally felt that the steak in his claws was sweet again.
After slowly sweeping up all the meat in the cave, and spit-roasting the bones and tossing them into his mouth to swallow them whole, he burped and plowed through the snow, and flew out of the bear’s den.
“This place more or less can’t stay, so angry ah!”
“No, I have to pack some back as a midnight snack.”
Pfft!
Just when Lozind was easily dug out of the several meters deep snow by the winter wolf, but raised his eyes to not see a single henchman full of grief, he raised his head to see the crimson figure swooping down towards the ranch, and was actually tugging five yaks at the same time as they flew away crookedly towards the distance.
No. On his tail was a small calf that kept mooing!
“Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah puh,” the furious Loxinde let out an unwilling roar to the sky.
But he was slammed back to the ground by a snowdrift falling from above.
A skeptical and stagnant look lay in the snow, letting the wolfie next to him whimper and lick and push and yell any way he wanted.
Can’t get up again.
(End of chapter)