Chapter 73 - Rand's Blood and the Perverse Little Black Dragon

For a while, a number of small things jumped into the dragon's mouth, while other spellcasters applied some strange spells on their own eyes.

It wasn't until everyone was ready.

Only then did Rand inhale through his nose, and wisps of flowering fire leapt from his mouth, converging into a jet of flame.

Whew !!!!

Several of the spell casters also quickly withdrew to either side at this point.

The fan-shaped dragon flames surged and covered dozens of meters in front of them, burning the weeds on the ground instantly before slowly turning black and red.

The crimson glow illuminated the spell casters on either side red.

The dragon flame lasted but a few seconds before it stopped.

The dragon turned its head to look at the spell caster and asked.

"Well? Any insight after what you saw with your own eyes? Or do you need to do it again?"

"No Lord Chiron, I think I have a thought."

Amos looked thoughtful, then shook his head and left.

The other spellcasters muttered under their breath, but also quickly left one by one.

It looked like they were much more professional than the first recruited spellcasters.

It was only at this moment that Rand drew in his breath again and spat out his dragon flame!

This time, however, he did not open his dragon's mouth, and flames poured out of his mouth, nose, eyes and ears.

It burned his body red until ten seconds had passed.

Only then did it stop again.

This was not a self-inflicted wound, but a discreet attempt to remove any hidden hand that some of the spellcasters might have laid on him before returning to the green forest.

The two young dragons followed behind him, just as they were about to enter together.

The little female dragon suddenly sped up and quickly blocked the little black dragon, saying with a very unfriendly look.

"Ede! You useless piece of shit! It is a shame that I was born in a clutch of eggs with you!

How dare you shamelessly lick Rand's scales?

And you seem to be happy about it? Where is your pride as a true dragon?"

The little female dragon ended her sentence with a look of contempt on her dragon face.

"You have no right to speak of me! Fiona! Those were Ed's orders! Do you dare disobey him?"

The little black dragon looked disgruntled and glared at the little female dragon:.

"In the end you should be thanking me! If I hadn't licked so fast! You would have been the one licking Rand's scales! You don't thank me, but you despise me? What kind of reason is that?"

"Bah! Rubbish! That was just Rand testing our pride as true dragons!"

The little female dragon opened her mouth and was spitting in the little black dragon's face.

This kind of behaviour had been happening from time to time recently.

Every time the little female dragon got defeated in front of Rand, she would find trouble with the little black dragon.

Bullying the little black dragon to death.

But today the little black dragon, as if on the wrong medication, actually dodged past, and afterwards, with the same bah, spat at the little female!

The little female dragon couldn't dodge.

The black dragon's unique acidity corroded the little female dragon's scales and made a snorting sound.

Wisps of black mist billowed up from the scales.

Seeing this, the little female dragon became furious and, with a roar, lunged at the little black dragon!

The little black dragon roared back and the two dragon cubs came together!

Oooooooooooh! Wooooooooooo! The roar of the two dragons continued to ring out.

The battle lasted for about twenty minutes before it was over.

The battle was won or lost, and the little female dragon with the strong red dragon bloodline rode on top of the little black dragon, twitching her face, one of the scales on her faceplate had been knocked out of place! And it was still bleeding!

And the little black dragon beneath her, both eyes covered in blood, her face armour high and swollen with several pieces of scales shattered, also bleeding.

Snorting~

Rough gasping sounds echoed.

The little female dragon glared angrily at the little black dragon and snarled low.

"Damn you, Eddard! Who do you think you are? How dare you stand up to the great Fiona, the Red Dragon King! Have you eaten the heart of a demon? Angel's guts?"

"Snort~"

The little black dragon gasped, not speaking as he calmed down from the feverish rush of blood he had just had.

Realising that today, he was actually a bit unlike his usual self, just a few words from Fiona and he was so angry that he fucked with her.

This wasn't right!

According to his old self, he wouldn't bother with this pompous idiot!

What was wrong with today?

He recalled how the whole day had been a bit off, so to speak, since he had lapped up Rand's blood.

Energetic, full of energy and prone to getting high?

But then again, he seemed to have gotten a little stronger this time?

How could he last a full twenty minutes in the hands of that bastard Fiona? That was unthinkable before!

Recalling before, it was only ten minutes before he was beaten up by the little female dragon in a miserable manner.

He felt that perhaps, in the future, he might actually be able to defeat Fiona? Take back the position that belonged to him?

This gave him a mental shake, and he couldn't help but grin a strange smile at the corners of his mouth.

"Hmm? Not answering my words? How dare you mock me? Ed! You bastard! You've got a lot of wings! You want to fight!"

Seeing this, the little female dragon was once again furious and launched herself at the little black dragon's head!

Slap, slap, slap!

"Ah! Aigoo! Ouch! Fiona! My sister! Great King of the Red Dragons! I was wrong! I'm wrong! Have mercy!" The little black dragon's miserable screams began to echo across the plains.

...............

A few days later.

From time to time, tiny magical creatures flew out of the green forest and flew to Green City.

Mage Tower, the top.

In a quaint, quaint room full of thick books.

An old man with a monocle, snow-white hair and beard, sat on a wooden table, silently flipping through a thick book.

It was not until the sound of a swooping sound and the cooing of a black-covered owl landing on the windowsill that the old man awoke.

He closed his book, rubbed his somewhat sore eyes, turned his head towards the windowsill and slowly walked over to it.

Immediately afterwards, he took a meatball out of his pocket and handed it to the owl, then took out a roll of parchment at the owl's feet and opened it.

On it was written in a small line.

"To His Excellency the Venerable Archmage.

As per your instructions, I have now been with the evil dragon in the Greenwood for several days and have some grasp of all that the evil dragon has to offer.

The evil dragon does not have many dependents, perhaps only four or five hundred Orcs and Elves.

Excluding the old and the sick, the true fighting strength was perhaps only two or three hundred in number.

However, the evil dragon itself was extremely strong.

At the time of our first meeting with the evil dragon, a great event occurred.

There were twenty spellcasters who joined together and attacked the evil dragon.

They were extremely strong, with at least 5-6 spellcasters of level 10 or above.

I thought it would be a fierce battle, but to my surprise, the evil dragon was so strong that it far exceeded the prediction, and after teasing all the spellcasters a bit, it easily killed, no! I would say it killed all the spellcasters!

You may not be able to imagine that scene ...

I dare say that it is a power that no adult red dragon can possess.

In addition, you asked me to inquire about the wealth possessed by the evil dragon, and I did. Tens of thousands of gentals is indeed an exaggeration, but this evil dragon has at least over a thousand gentals at this moment.

But the most surprising thing of all is that this dragon has his own source of assets.

He has his own chamber of commerce in the Kingdom of Lain, the Viscounty of Ireland, and I'm told that he gets over a hundred gintals in a month, while his chamber is still expanding ..."