Chapter 110: Cross-dressing Armour and Audley's Rescue

"Heh heh heh heh! Let's go! Now take you to those nature elves and learn the dance well enough to become a useful dragon soon!"

With a low growl, the little female dragon came to the female black dragon and with great disrespect bit down on her shirt as if she was carrying a small object right in her mouth.

It made the female black dragon tremble with anger.

When the other party disappeared from sight, the matter of the female black dragon came to an end for the time being.

The next step.

Rand had a lot of things to deal with, first of all, his dependents were once again seriously lacking.

After some gathering, there were only about 500 people in total.

Some of the villains who had come to join him some time ago had run away, and most of them were unreliable.

But it didn't matter!

Turning his head to look at a group of dragonfish men, he instructed these guys to go down to the sea and find some sardine men who were once of the same race.

These little things, individually extremely weak and numerous, could naturally get another good batch of cannon fodder if they let the dragonfish people tempt them a little.

The problem of the lack of masters among the dependents, however, is not something that can be easily solved.

After all, why should people follow him, an evil dragon, when they have the strength to make a good living themselves!

A dragon whose future is unknown and who has just had a run-in with the Kingdom of Laine!

Then after that there was a void of medium strength dependents.

Suddenly, he remembered the island where he had spent time with the two dragon cubs, where there was still a fierce tiger in dragon form.

That tiger's strength had increased tremendously after it had become a dragon!

If one could control this kind of dragon transformed beast, then the strength of the entire legion would definitely increase greatly.

But the question was, how to control it.

After a moment's thought, Rand thought of the elves of the Druid profession, who lived with the beasts and imitated them, so that they could use their transformations better and fight with the power of the beasts.

It seems that the prerequisite for a druid to take up the profession is to be a master beast tamer!

If they were allowed to tame the beasts first, and then dragonize them, wouldn't that slightly fill the problem of the mid-level power gap?

Although the dragonised beasts would become more ferocious, they wouldn't necessarily be unmanageable.

The idea was worth a try!

Of course, the key thing is that most of these nature elves who take up the druid profession are men!

The females were going to be Strictly Come Dancing dancers to make money for him later, and these male druids, as Rand originally saw them, were nothing more than a bunch of scraps!

If it weren't for the need to appease the female elves and keep them breeding, he would have crushed or sold these useless things!

Now that he thought about it, he was glad he hadn't done so at the time.

Ordering a few of the draconians, he sent them off to call in a group of male nature elves.

The guys, all of them, didn't seem to be in good spirits and were somewhat distracted.

Rand knew what was going on; he had heard that all these nature elves, who had suffered at the hands of Dorn's eldest son before, were all a bit bereft of their self-respect as males at the moment.

Rand understood this, after all, some humans had such peculiar tastes, and these nature elves were good looking males.

In the previous world, if they had been dressed in a slightly girlish manner, they would have been indistinguishable from each other.

He reassured the males, who had become useful, by telling them that if they didn't want to suffer such hardships in the future, they would have to have strength.

So where does strength come from?

It could be their own strength, or it could be the strength of their pets! As long as they have a group of pets that are strong in battle and don't lose to anyone in a fight, naturally no one can torment them!

This rekindled some of the fighting spirit in the male elves who had been somewhat demoralised.

Rand then briefly explained the need for them to breed beasts, and sent these nature elves to work with a few of the draconians to catch beasts nearby.

No sooner had the elves left than Yakus came to the door.

He had brought his silver dragon with him, and the silver-haired she-dragon looked much better.

But on the way here he couldn't stop scanning around, looking around again and again, not looking up into the sky.

It wasn't until she came to Rand that she was finally relieved, perhaps because she didn't see the figure that had frightened her a little.

After that it was time to look Rand up and down again.

"Sir Rand, I heard from some of the dependents that you are wounded?"

Yakus inquired with concern, then looked carefully and found that on Rand's body, quite a few scales had been sliced open, which amazed him.

"It seems that the enemy is strong this time!"

"It's a legendary paladin who calls himself Dorelda, messenger of the Morning Sun, not very strong, but the weapon in his hand is powerful."

Rand responded.

"Dorielda?"

The silver dragon exclaimed.

"You know?"

"Well, ah, I've heard of ...," the silver dragon's eyes drifted a little.

"So tell me about it."

"This guy, who had some fame in the Central Continent before, likes to punish evil and crusade against evil.

I heard that because of his personality, he was very much loved by the Morning Sun Coronation, and not only gave him legendary power, but also gave him two pieces of equipment that had been blessed.

This guy, this time, actually came to this island ... and made a move with you ..."

The silver dragon said here, and again could not stop looking at Rand, that eyes are full of doubt, as if asking, you actually did not get killed?

"You think I'm a loser like you?"

Rand said back with disdain.

The silver dragon instantly blushed a bit, while his heart was secretly shaken.

Surprisingly ... even a legend like Dorelda couldn't clean up this evil dragon in front of him, so how would the helpers Audley found afterwards be able to face such a ferocious evil dragon?

When the Silver Dragon thought of this, he couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

But then again!

Dorelda is a cynical man, and even if he loses to this dragon this time! I'm sure that after regrouping, he will come back to kill again! Maybe he'll even call in other righteous men, and then the dragon will be dead.

Ha ha ha!

If you think about it, you might not even need Audley to get help! The day would come when he would be free!

The corners of the silver dragon's mouth curled up slightly, unable to hide the joy in his heart.

Until ...

"So that's how it is, but Lord Rand please be more careful, as the Morning Sun messenger, should not give up easily to continue the crusade against you!

Perhaps, we should avoid each other for now." Yakus said with a nod.

He didn't seem to know the full extent of the information.

But he knew of Rand's potential and how fast he was growing.

"Won't leave me alone? How will that guy not let me go when he's long gone to meet his god by now?

His god bringing him back to life afterwards? That's possible, but without his equipment, he's just a stronger ant in my eyes, so what's to worry about!

I'd like him to come back to me! Putting on a bunch of gear again! Hmph!"

Rand said at the end, actually a little reluctantly.

Dorelda this was a real treasure boy!

One more time and he'd probably even unlock the [Fortune] 5 achievement!

"Sh! What! You, you killed Dorelda? How is that possible!?"

The silver dragon on one side suddenly shrieked.

"Shut the hell up! Identify yourself! Stupid!"

Rand, suddenly somewhat displeased, spat out a mouthful of spit, giving the Silver Dragon a free face-washing experience.

The Silver Dragon sulked and wiped a handful of fishy spittle from his head.

He couldn't stop himself from screaming in his mind.

This can't be! It shouldn't be! Dorelda was a legend with divine armour on him, how on earth did this evil dragon kill him?

Is he lying to me? No! He doesn't look like he's lying to the dragon either!

Damn it! Did he really kill Dorealda? Then the reinforcements ... Audley got after ...

Wait! Don't think so much! There are so many legendary warriors in our clan, any two of them will be able to take care of this dragon! Yes! Just two!

"Yakus, the matter of avenging you may have to be moved back a little to a few days!"

Rand said as he glanced at Yakus.

"Lord Rand, I have waited for more than twenty years, not a few days less."

Yakus laughed and didn't care too much.

"By the way, how has this silver dragon been behaving lately?"

Rand glanced at the silver dragon again, causing her to shudder, then tense up and look at Yakus with extreme nervousness.

"A real talent for magic, it has helped me somewhat with my research, and I have completed one of those improved spells you mentioned, you might want to take a look at it."

Yakus said, and handed over a copy of the material.

Rand took it and looked at it carefully, "Good! Bravo! With this spell, I'm even stronger! From now on, no matter who the enemy is! I will be invincible!"

He was a little excited.

When Silver Dragon saw this, he couldn't help but sigh on the side.

What a bad luck! It was obvious that the enemy was right in front of him, and not only could he not take revenge, but he was actually studying spells for the other side to fuel his strength!

After chatting a little more, Yakus took the silver dragon and left as well.

After that, he was not prepared to go and learn new spells right away, but found a dragon man who was usually in charge of the city and asked him to take him to the ore storage site that originally belonged to Count Dorn.

This site, located near the original military barracks, was unfortunately left unattended since Count Dorn's defeat and those who were soldiers had long since fled and turned back into lords, and those who had turned back into lords, and these military materials.

He lifted the roof of one of the storage sheds to reveal a pile of black ore inside.

This was black iron ore, generally used to forge weapons for ordinary soldiers.

He picked up a few pieces with one claw and swallowed them into his belly, then began to squeeze his stomach pouch, secreting stomach acid to break down the ore.

It was digested in no time.

Then, it was as if he had been given a very strange energy, which wavered among his scales, and Rand fixed them in one place.

After that, the few scales in that one spot, appeared to change.

The scales, which had been black, with a hint of grey, slowly receded in grey and turned bright black.

The draconian leading the way watched with some curiosity.

Rand began to tap gently with the tip of his claw, clang, clang~

He tapped the normal scales next to him with the tip of his claw again, clang clang clang~

He was silent for a moment, spitting the kryptonian paladin's god-given holy sword out of his mouth and addressing the draconian off to the side

"You! Take it and cut this scale of mine, as well as this one!"

Rand said, pointing to a new scale and an old one.

The draconian was stunned, but picked up the divine holy sword and slashed at it!

The original sharp Divine Sacred Sword slashed at Rand's old scale, cutting in almost two centimetres with one blow.

But that was about it.

This caused Rand to ask, somewhat astonished.

"How many percent of force did you use?"

"Eighty to ninety percent."

"It seems that this weapon, in the hands of an ordinary person, is not as powerful as one would think, perhaps it is just an extremely high grade magic weapon!"

Rand thought to himself, the Kryptonian paladin from before, was able to easily slice through his seven to eight centimetre thick scales and wound him with a single sword.

The sharpness was far from what could be compared at the moment, and should have been less than the added power of the paladin's unique power to go with it.

Come to think of it, such divinely given equipment might not function at all without the appropriate power to go with it.

It kind of eliminated the consequences of falling into the hands of the enemy.

"Come on! Chop here!"

Rand pointed to the scales next to him again, a look of anticipation on the dragon's face!

Until ...

after the dracon slashed his sword up and slowly withdrew it, his dragon face darkened a little!

Why? Because this sword cut in a full three centimeters!

"How many percent of force did you use?" Rand couldn't help but ask.

"Eighty to ninety percent, about the same as just now."

There was some confusion on the draconian's face, why the master's scales, the hardness of the two pieces would be different? Could it be new scales that hadn't grown out long ago?

The strength was the same, but the new scales, synthesized with the foreign armour, were not as good as the old ones!

What does this mean? Not that fusing any material is good for him!

At least, some materials that are obviously not as good as his scales will only hold him back!

It seemed that he would have to be a little more careful in his choice of materials.

Rand wiped the special energy from the new scales and they were back to black with a hint of grey.

Afterwards, he asked his dragon dependents to bring in all the blacksmiths in the city.

These blacksmiths were, for the most part, human, but there were a few dwarves among them.

All of these men acted uneasy and scared when confronted by Rand.

"As blacksmiths, you few should know a lot about ores, right? Tell me, what is the hardest and best ore in this world?"

Rand opened his mouth and asked in a deep voice after sweeping a circle of the group of blacksmiths, his attitude was quite gentle.

Although he had inherited memories and knew part of what ores were worth, he mostly just knew that they were worth something! Not much was known about their properties, and certainly not as much as these blacksmiths who worked with ores all day long.

When the blacksmiths heard this, they all looked at each other, and no one dared to speak first, cowering their necks and playing ostrich.

This gesture caused Rand's face to sink instantly.

"On the count of three, if anyone doesn't speak up! I'll eat him! Two!"

Where was three? Where did three go?

The hearts of the blacksmiths who heard this jumped wildly and hurriedly shouted

"It's the mountain copper!"

"Gold essence!"

"Bullshit! It's obviously vajra white stone!"

"Wrong! It's an astral meteorite!"

"Mountain copper! It's obviously mountain copper! It's an ore known as Ollie Hagon! It's also known as the secret treasure of the sea, and every piece of it has survived the corrosion of the sea for thousands of years! It is the hardest and best ore in the world!"

"It's the gold essence that's the hardest! Most of those high level adventurers' equipment is also made of gold essence! It's the dream stone of all blacksmiths!"

"Wrong! It's adamantine white stone! What a bunch of ignoramuses! Vajra White Stone is a 12 hardness ore!"

"I think you're the one who's ignorant!"

The group of blacksmiths, when they found out that the answer was different from their own, instantly got into an uproar, and several of them got so emotional that they started to fight!

This made Rand on one side look extremely annoyed.

Boom !!!!

He viciously slapped his claws on the ground, causing the earth to shake several times while also causing several of the blacksmiths to quickly calm down, their entire backsides wet.

They craned their necks, not daring to look at the huge dragon in front of them.

They couldn't stop cursing themselves, were they mad? Yelling and screaming in front of this evil dragon!

"I didn't ask you to come here to hear you argue, what did you just say about the Mo-style hardness?" Rand asked, pointing a claw at the blacksmith who had just made that claim.

The look in his eyes was extremely fierce, as if he would eat you immediately if you didn't answer properly!

"A long time ago, a dwarven blacksmith called Moomie came up with a method of measuring hardness.

It plotted in detail the hardness of all iron ores, from 1 to 12."

The blacksmith gulped and returned carefully.

"And what is the hardness of black iron?" Rand couldn't resist asking.

"It's 4!"

"If adamantine white stone is 12, why don't the rest of you think he's the hardest and best?"

"Because mountain copper and gold essence are also 12! And has better flexibility than Vajra White Stone! And resistant to magic too! And the magic-conducting power when paired with magic patterns! Vajra is the lowest of all ores!"

"Where's the 12 in copper and gold?" "It's 11.9!"

"It's only 0.1 more! But Vajra White Stone, excluding hardness, has nothing!"

"What about the Astral Meteorite? Why did someone say Starworld Meteorite again?"

Seeing that the blacksmiths were about to argue again, Rand changed the subject.

"Starsector meteorites are meteorites that fall from the starsector, and the hardness, potency, and generally the hardness of these meteorites are irregular.

A poor one might be as good as a piece of black iron, but I know that a thousand years ago, a stone known as the Sun Star Meteorite fell from the sky.

A blacksmith was lucky enough to pick him up and subsequently crafted the strongest armour and sword in the world today!

Legend has it that these two treasures are simply indestructible and their hardness cannot be measured."

"What? You're saying that those two legendary weapons were crafted using astral meteorites? I thought they were crafted using mountain bronze ..."

"I thought it was adamantine white stone."

"Ah! I thought it was gold essence ..."

Several other blacksmiths showed a face of embarrassment.

"Whether it's a star world meteorite, or gold essence, or mountain copper, it's not a small amount in terms of price!"

Rand whispered.

The star world meteorite was not to be mentioned first, as it was extremely rare and had a great collector's value in itself, even some ordinary goods were extremely expensive, and definitely not suitable as a foreign armor material.

And what about gold essence? The price for a pound of this stuff has even exceeded fifty gold tal.

For mountain copper, the price is almost forty-five gold tal per pound.

If I needed these items for my armour, how much gold would I need to spend?

Rand suddenly dared not think about it, even if he invested his entire fortune, it would still be far from enough.

Of course, the most crucial thing was that all these things belonged to rare metals, which were mixed with other deposits, such as gold essence, which I heard was accompanied by some copper ore.

It took a hundred pounds of copper to dig up perhaps one pound of gold essence.

The same is true of mountain copper.

What about adamantine white stone? If memory serves, it's about two gintars a pound!

After all, this stuff has no characteristics other than being hard.

It was too much trouble for a blacksmith to build armour!

And even if it were made with great effort, it would be of little use against a spellcaster!

That's right! Another thing is that the weight of adamantine white stone is a little heavier than the average metal! This makes it difficult to gain a foothold in the market for defence gear.

Poor conductivity with magic patterns means that it is equally difficult to use for weapons! It is not sharp enough.

Their main use at the moment is for making some jewellery.

A long time ago, a group of infinite merchants made a big deal out of the adamantine white stone.

Because of its sturdiness and difficulty in using physical destruction, there was a whole host of slogans, what with the Vajra White Stone being everlasting and one lasting forever.

If you love her, give her the hardest vajra white stone to prove your heart.

If you love her, give her the hardest white stone to prove your heart. The most sincere love is as indestructible as a white stone.

A famous golden phrase, froze these not so precious ores and became a luxury of no small magnitude.

According to the Dragon's Legacy, it is said that in the earliest days, the price of a pound of vajra white stone even surpassed that of mountain copper, gold essence, and secret silver, reaching hundreds of gold tal!

However, as time passed and more and more people became rational, as well as with the constant excavation of adamantine white stone, the price began to drop.

The bottom line is that it is still far less rare than mountain copper and gold essence.

But at any rate, this two gintars a pound is still quite high for Rand! It is still at a premium in the overall market.

If one uses adamantine white stone, to make the fusion material.

So, he needs the magical conductivity of adamantine white stone? Anti-magic power?

No need! No need for all of it! He just wants the hardness of the other side.

His dragon scales were already extremely resistant to magic and flexible, and if this was combined with the adamantine white stone, which was known for its strength, there might be unexpected gains.

Rand was somewhat tempted.

But if he were to use all of it to dissolve his armour in a foreign suit.

How many pounds of adamantine white stone would he need?

Ten thousand? It would take more than that, at least 20,000 to 30,000, so what would be the consumption? 40,000 to 60,000?

A big battle with that Kryptonian paladin consumed a lot of Rand, and if he didn't sell the spoils of war, he wouldn't really be able to get it out.

But ... he needs to spend money to buy it?

Of course not! Who's being underestimated here! He's an evil dragon!

"You guys! Do you know where there is a mine of adamantine white stone within the Kingdom of Lane?" Rand suddenly asked.

"I know this, near Earl Sand's territory, there is an extinct volcano that mines adamantine white stone, which was discovered eighteen years ago.

I heard that the Sand clan, which used to be just a viscount title, was elevated to count because of this piece of adamantine white stone mine, which boosted their bottom line."

A blacksmith said, showing off his knowledge with a somewhat uplifted look, but the next moment, he looked at the gargoyle beside him with some dismay and said.

"What are you ... asking about this for?"

"There's a bit of a shortage of ore, of course!"

Rand opened his dragon's mouth and said nastily.

"Are you going to rob it?"

"Did you fools, think I was going to buy it?" Rand cursed.

We've torn up the skin with the Kingdom of Lain anyway, so let's just do it to the end!

"This ..."

A few blacksmiths were shocked, but immediately relieved, after all, it was a great magic dragon in front of them! The great magic dragon that had defeated Count Dorn and taken over an entire city!

Count Xander! It is not our business if this dragon wants to rob you of your mines! We are just a few weak, poor, helpless blacksmiths.

A few hearts prayed.

Rand made up his mind that when he recovered from his injuries, the first thing he would do was to rob the mines!

After that, he began to stay honestly in the territory, learning his newly arrived spells while he recovered from his injuries, which by his estimation would take almost ten days.

And within those ten days, the whole world also began to be darkened by Rand's presence.

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

Tens of thousands of kilometres away.

Central Continent, a certain luxury villa.

The parlour.

A dazzling magic chandelier hung from the roof.

Inside the house, a piece of animal skin covered the floor and a fine painting hung on the wall.

Three young elves with pointed ears sat facing each other.

One of them is blonde and the other two are silver-haired.

The one blonde was, of course, the brass dragon Audrey, whom Emile the Silver Dragon had longed for!

And the two silver-haired elves sitting opposite her, both of whom looked a little like Emile, were none other than Emile the Silver Dragon's parents!

Smith the Silver Dragon, Emile's father, a silver dragon who had just entered his old age.

Alexia the Silver Dragon, Emile's mother, a silver dragon in her prime.

The father of the two dragons, Smith, has gradually approached legendary strength in the past few years, and is one of the best of the nineteen classes, extremely powerful and well-known throughout the Central Continent.

He is known throughout the Central Continent as "Pale Silver Icewing" and is a master of ice spells.

And her mother, Alexia, is a level 18 dragon! Although not as powerful as Smith, she was still extremely powerful.

At this moment, the two silver dragons in the guise of elves sat on the couch, silently listening to Audrey the Brass Dragon's words with an indescribably heavy face.

"You mean that my daughter Emil went forth to crush an evil dragon named Rand Sapphis Oakburn for the sake of justice, and was finally easily defeated and captured?

"Yes! Uncle Smith! That evil dragon was extremely strong, and Emile and I had no resistance in his hands.

Finally Emile realised that something was wrong and used all her strength to entangle that evil dragon before letting me escape! Let me seek assistance.

When I thought about it, it seemed that you were the only ones I could turn to! Only the power of my aunt and uncle could defeat that evil dragon!"

Audre the Brass Dragon was full of emotion and seemed to be caught up in memories.

"Ah!!! My poor daughter! I can't believe she fell into the hands of a dragon! I don't even know what kind of torture she will suffer after this month or so.

My daughter is so beautiful, and those five-coloured evil dragons, a bunch of bastards with no moral sense!

What if ... what if ... he did do that?

What if my daughter's belly gets big when we go to rescue her? Damn it! I would never admit that evil five-coloured dragon as a son-in-law! Smith, quick! Come with me, I'll beat that dragon to death!

And avenge our daughter's death! I'll castrate him! Lock him up on Dragon Island!"

Alexia, the mother of the silver dragon, looked full of depression and grew more and more panicked as she spoke, before taking her lover by the hand and shouting.

"Calm down! Calm down! Alexia! Things don't have to be that bad! Audrey said that the evil dragon was covered in scales, mostly black, and we can guess that he might be a black dragon of a different species.

Since he was able to defeat Emile and Audrie with ease, how could he be level 18 or 19 in strength?

With this one-by-one calculation, he can't be young! I guessed that the other party might be a dragon of an extremely old age.

A dragon of that age, without a little something special, would have lost interest in the opposite sex long ago! Our daughter will be fine!"

Smith, the father of the silver dragon, put his arm around his lover's shoulders and whispered reassurance.

As an old dragon Smith was getting more and more overwhelmed when it came to his lover ... and was somewhat afraid to think about it as far as later on when he became a very old dragon.

"You also have a point, but it is not too late, we'd better leave as soon as possible! My poor daughter! You will be fine."

The Silver Dragon's mother urged.

"That's for sure, but before that, thanks to Audrie for bringing us information on Emile, I'll give you this as a thank you gift."

Smith, the silver dragon's father, stood up.

Audley smiled and was overjoyed, she had worked so hard for so long to free her best sister, and finally she was going to get her reward!

That said, what would Uncle give as a thank you gift? A hundred, two hundred? Five hundred gold tal?

Or some rare magical equipment? Some rare magical equipment? It was exciting for the dragon to think about it!

She stared at Smith, the silver dragon's father, until she saw him come to the wall and take down a painting, before slowly walking over to Audrie and handing it over.

Audrey glanced at it and saw that it depicted a golden and silver dragon fighting a red dragon together.

To be honest, the painting was quite skillful, but it didn't seem to be at the level of a master, did it? Had it been painted by an ancient of some kingdom?

Audrey couldn't help but think that oil paintings don't necessarily require great skill, as long as they have sufficient historical background or come from the early hands of a master, they can still be worth a lot of money!

Audre had heard of paintings that had fetched tens of thousands of gentiles!

So she looked expectantly at Smith, the Silver Dragon's father, ready to hear him describe the work.

"Audley! This is a piece of artwork I once painted of a battle with an evil red dragon when I was young, following Lord [Heart of Gold] Doras as he travelled the continent.

It symbolises justice, and the determination to fight evil! I now present it to you! May you have the heart to fight evil with justice and righteousness!"

Silver Dragon Father Smith exclaimed as he handed the painting to Audrey.

"..."

Audrie was silent, looking at the painting and at Silver Dragon Smith from time to time.

"Thank you uncle!" Audley's voice was a little dry as she took the painting.

Then she was led out the door by the silver dragon couple.

"It's not a short flight all the way there, so I think it'll take at least twenty days! Step up, everyone!" The Silver Dragon Alexia reminded again.

And on the other side of the Central Continent.

The Temple of the Morning Sun.

Inside a basement full of candlelight.

The golden coffin slab moved slowly, and then a naked figure slowly straightened up from it, a figure with shame, remorse, chagrin, and a touch of anger on his face.

"Rand Sapphis Oakburn! I remember you! The shame you have brought upon me! I will repay it tenfold! Wait for me! I will not spare you when I have readjusted to the power given to me by the Coronation of the Morning Sun!"