Evil dragon has a warm heart

Chapter 62 - 62 62 Kill the Wolf

?Chapter 62: Chapter 62: Kill the Wolf Chapter 62: Chapter 62: Kill the Wolf “Sir really has a carefree spirit to be able to sleep at this time,” Charles looked at Russell, who had already begun breathing evenly, and couldn’t help but express his admiration.

“Sir has a strong psychological quality. He must be well-adapted to battle on the snowfields,” Eric whispered softly.

“Indeed, at such a young age, Sir is more at ease facing battle than any of us who have been on the snow plains,” Knight Attendant Tom also sighed with a touch of excitement, believing that following such a leader would forge a brilliant future.

At this moment, Russell, who had already entered the Gloomy Dreamland, was quite proud of his inspiration.

“Ga!”

“Ice Cream, you didn’t expect I would still play with you at such a moment. Tonight, we can search new places thoroughly,” Russell said.

Rarely venturing out, Russell naturally wouldn’t miss the opportunity to hunt for treasures.

He believed that Eric and Kevin the Gold and Silver Wolfhound would protect him well. Moreover, being in the Gloomy Dreamland, he might even discover the traces of Lone Wolf Lisbon and his group ahead of time.

“Gaga.” The Little Dream Dragon flapped its wings, taking off with Russell.

In the hollow of the mountain, one could see the glowing bodies of the Armed Knights incomplete as well as the very clear glowing body of Eric.

Not far away on the rocks, Kevin’s glowing body was also intact.

However, they couldn’t see Russell and the Little Dream Dragon, just lying in ambush silently, not reacting at all even when Russell approached them.

“Let’s go, let’s climb up Curved Blade Mountain a bit,” said Russell.

“Ga.”

Climbing to the border of the Gloomy Dreamland and standing on the rockface of Curved Blade Mountain, Russell could look down at the entire dream realm from a high vantage point.

The places radiating Magic Light were very rare.

But soon, a faintly illuminating spot on the rockface captured Russell’s attention, “There’s actually Magic Light, let’s go have a look!”

Riding the Little Dream Dragon, he swiftly arrived beside the glowing point.

Through the dim luster, it was visible that the light spot was deeply embedded into the rock wall, and one could vaguely make out that it was a smooth stone.

Emitting a pale yellow glow.

“A glowing stone, could it be a gemstone?” Russell couldn’t touch the smooth stone, only guessing, “But it’s also unlikely, gemstones are usually found together with Bipedal Flying Dragons, so why would it appear on Curved Blade Mountain?”

The entire Glowing Valley Territory, including West Curved Blade Mountain and East Sharp Knife Mountain, were Ros the Clay Dragon’s domain. If there were any ore deposits to be nurtured, they would likely be that of clay mines.

“Could it be…” A wave of excitement couldn’t help but rise in Russell’s heart, “Another gem-producing dragon has come nearby?”

Legend has it that there are 108 attributes of Bipedal Flying Dragons.

Seventy-two Bipedal Flying Dragons can produce various metal ores, belonging to the metal dragons, while thirty-six Bipedal Flying Dragons can produce various gemstones and crystals, belonging to the gemstone dragons.

The Clay Dragon of the Fluorescent Fungi Family is classified as a metal dragon.

But the exciting thought was soon self-denied by Russell, “No, no, no, it shouldn’t be a gemstone ore produced by a gemstone dragon… This stone, looking solitary, doesn’t resemble the spread of a gemstone ore vein.”

Gemstone ore deposits typically take the form of stratified distribution with gemstones of varying sizes and shapes scattered throughout a vein.

Judging from the Magic Light, the entire stratified vein should be radiating Magic Light.

Not just a single solitary gemstone.

“So, could this gemstone have been abandoned here long ago and then slowly embedded into the rock?” Russell thought for a moment, then shook his head, “It shouldn’t be. How many years would a gemstone need to be embedded into the rock!”

This time period could be calculated in hundreds of millions of years.

However, the birth of Bipedal Flying Dragons, even that of Great Dragons, is only a few thousand years old. The first documented emergence of Bipedal Flying Dragons dates back to the year 132 of the Dragon Calendar.

According to ancient legend, it was in Dragon Calendar year 132 that the founder of the Glorious Empire, the legendary Dragon Knight Abotts the Flame King, fought Snow Giants while riding a Great Dragon, unfortunately both knight and dragon perished.

It was also in that year, from the blood-soaked land of the Great Dragon, that the first Bipedal Flying Dragon was born.

Thus began the new age of Bipedal Flying Dragons creating metals and gemstones.

“This year is Dragon Calendar year 5581, and it has only been just over five thousand four hundred years since the birth of the earliest Bipedal Flying Dragons,” so Russell dismissed the possibility that this stone resembling a gemstone was left here.

“Maybe it’s not even a gemstone!”

Russell furrowed his brow.

Then he asked the Little Dream Dragon, “Ice Cream, can you recognize what this thing is or not?”

“Gah?” The Little Dream Dragon was puzzled.

The communication between man and dragon still faced colossal barriers, essentially akin to a dialogue of the deaf, limited to basic emotional expression.

After much effort, the only meanings Russell had managed to correctly guess from the Little Dream Dragon’s gah-gah noises were that the dragon was tired or it felt ill after eating feces.

At other times, he couldn’t understand the Little Dream Dragon’s gah-gah noises at all.

It required a lot of guessing.

“If only I were a linguist, then I could start learning Dragon Language now; alas, I’m not, and moreover, after waking from the dream, I’ll forget most of what happened in the Gloomy Dreamland,” Russell lamented helplessly.

“Gah?”

“Stop gah-ing, let’s go have a look elsewhere. I’ve memorized the location of this thing that looks like a gem, and I’ll come and dig it up after I wake up,” said Russell, no longer fixating on whether the item in the rock was indeed a gem produced by dragons.

Thus, the cartoonish figure and the dragon with the big head set sail again, flying slowly along the line-drawn Curved Blade Mountain.

Until, after a tired “gah” from the Little Dream Dragon, it flew away.

The Gloomy Dreamland vanished, and consciousness returned to chaos.

…

“Sir.”

“Hmm?” Russell awoke from his sleep.

“Lisbon has appeared, Kevin has his eyes on him. There are more than twenty people following behind Lisbon,” Eric reported with closed eyes, communicating telepathically with Kevin, a talent of Phantom Beast Knights.

Kevin’s eyes were Eric’s eyes.

“Are the Wildcat Sisters in the group?” Russell became alert swiftly.

“They are.”

“Good, we’ll stick to the plan.”

Eric’s eyes snapped open as he looked toward the four knight attendants, “Get ready, I will strike Lisbon first, and you all block the surrounding rangers and lost souls.”

“Yes!” Tom, John, Jack, and James, the four knight attendants, nodded emphatically.

“Charles, protect Sir,” Eric instructed once more.

“As long as I’m here, no one will get past me to harm a single hair on Sir’s head!” Charles eagerly expressed his loyalty.

Russell patted his shoulder, “Relax, we’ll also look for a chance to join the fray and help Tom and the others block the rangers, giving Mr. Eric enough time to execute the beheading operation.”

Time ticked away.

Kevin the Gold and Silver Wolfhound, concealed in a hidden corner, kept watch on Lisbon’s movements and communicated them to Eric through their psychic link.

Lisbon, the Lone Wolf of Echo Water River Cavern, unaware that he was being watched, was lost in his own world, aiming to ambush Wild Man Cave tonight, kill Big Dumb Bear Grof, and then extend his tentacles into Wild Man Cave.

“Being king of Echo Water River Cavern isn’t enough; I want to be king of the underworld of Glowing Valley Territory!” With this thought, Lisbon stepped into the ambush.

Moonlight washed over them, branding the shadows of him and his men onto the rock walls.

Their pace unabated, none of them expected trouble tonight, for after all, walking under the moon in Glowing Valley Territory had become second nature.

As long as they did not harass the serfs or ruin the crops.

The nobles living in the castles wouldn’t care about such lowly freemen as these.

But the next moment,
when Lisbon passed through a hollow in the mountain, a sudden figure burst out with the swiftness of lightning, followed by a dim yet brilliant sword light that shone in the darkness and stabbed out as he turned his head.

“Ah… uh…” Lisbon clutched his throat. His cry of terror was cut halfway through, the rest dissipating from the severed windpipe.