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Chapter 170 Transition (Part 2)
"Kill! Flesh and blood!"
"Fight for the great Dragon Lord!"
"Charge! Charge! Charge! My claws are itching to tear any enemy in my way to shreds!"
Thor's words were like a spark, instantly igniting the innate bloodlust and killing intent within those evil creatures. They roared deafeningly, brandishing their weapons, and surged in all directions like a raging tide.
As a red dragon with ideals and ambitions, Thor allows them to plunder anything they fancy in the process—whether it be gold coins, gems, or even fresh flesh and living creatures; as long as they have the ability to seize it, they can have it all.
Such lavish spending is unparalleled among true dragons, especially among the inherently evil and greedy colored dragons.
It's worth noting that a typical red dragon will have its subordinates hand over more than 90% of the spoils; while a green dragon, who is more adept at scheming and manipulating people, will still take at least 70%.
A true dragon lord like Thor who doesn't take a single penny is probably unprecedented and unlikely to appear again in the future.
But he had his own reasons for acting this way.
What use is a lot of gold coins to an evil creature in this desolate wilderness? Money that can't be spent is nothing more than slightly pretty stones.
In this region, there is only one place where they can exchange these treasures for what they want, and that is their great dragon lord, Thor.
Weapons forged from iron ore acquired from the Underdark, food grown in the land, and even everything that flies, runs, and swims in this territory belong to Thor.
If any of his creatures wanted to eat a little better, have a handy weapon, or even more luxuriously, a decent suit of armor, they all had to pay him.
As for distributing free weapons to enhance the combat effectiveness of his subordinates? Such a losing proposition is not within Thor's consideration.
How many copper coins is a goblin worth? Stupid and clumsy, only fit to be used as a consumable. Apart from its high reproductive rate, it is useless and not even worth as much as a small knife.
To get weapons from Saul, the value they create for him must exceed the value of the weapons themselves before he will grant the corresponding loan.
Therefore, even if the fish in the pond drink a lot of rainwater, they will eventually flow back into the pond.
No matter how much treasure Thor's evil creatures plunder, it will soon flow back into his clutches.
This is far more sophisticated than simply forcing them to hand over their belongings. It will give them the illusion that as long as they keep working hard, their lives will get better and better, and they will even be grateful for Saul's generosity.
Before long, the first group of men who had gone out returned. They headed east toward the human territory, advancing along the border of the Thor territory while plundering several small wilderness tribes, bringing back a small amount of spoils and some prisoners.
Slaves also have value with Thor; as long as enough living intelligent beings are brought back, they can receive his rewards.
After these men exchanged the small amount of gold and silver they had brought back, a few colorful gemstone embryos, and more than thirty slaves with Thor for gleaming weapons and simple armor, they immediately set off again with great joy, eagerly anticipating another big battle.
With these weapons and armor, they will surely be able to defeat more enemies, reap more spoils, and eventually fill Thor's coffers.
Just as Thor's minions were spreading outwards in a frenzied, sweeping wave, far away in the wilderness, two blue dragons had just finished a raid.
Broken carriages lay scattered across the desolate land, and the fallen horses' carcasses were covered with scars from electric shocks.
Scattered human corpses were mixed in among them, some looking as if they had been run over by trucks, a gruesome sight; others looking as if they had been struck by lightning, their bodies charred black.
Two blue dragons strolled among the scattered caravan, their sharp eyes searching for anything of value as they casually tore chunks of meat from the charred horses and stuffed them into their mouths to chew.
The half-cooked horse meat was full of blood, which dripped down from between their white fangs, making the two red baby dragons lying on the ground behind them drool.
"Damn it! Look at all this! Fur? Iron pots? Salt, spices, and flour? It's all worthless junk! Why aren't there any gems or gold coins! I want gems and gold coins!"
Leilia used her claws to pry open the wooden planks of each carriage, searching for the goods inside, but she couldn't find anything she wanted, and she couldn't help but curse.
Nefarian was prepared for this. Being a few years older didn't necessarily increase his strength much, but it certainly broadened his horizons.
Caravans heading into the wilderness mostly barter; how could they possibly carry large amounts of gold coins and gems? Wouldn't that be blatant tactic to invite robbery?
This little female dragon is still too inexperienced; she's never left the old man's territory. Once I capture her, should I take her around to broaden her horizons? Maybe we can even unlock some new tricks?
The daydreams in his mind made him feel a surge of excitement. Looking at Leilia's beautifully curved body and her sapphire-like scales, he felt that the hidden scales between her legs were about to unfold, and he quickly spoke up.
"These traveling merchants in the wilderness are all poor bastards, stingily hoarding their gold coins in human kingdoms, unable to squeeze much profit out of them."
If you like gemstones, I can give you a blue lapis lazuli, as long as you promise me—”
Leilia turned her head away in annoyance, her eyes filled with deep disdain and a hint of coldness.
That damn fly buzzes around her incessantly every day, as vile as a boar in heat, disturbing her peace and quiet.
Once she gets further away, further away from that old bastard Stormfang's territory, she'll find a chance to kill this piece of trash and stuff his eggs into his mouth.
"Can you shut your mouth? Even the wild dogs in the desert are quieter than you! Lapis lazuli? How dare you utter such a despicable thing? If you gave me a Heart of Storms, maybe I'd consider letting you lick my claws."
These insulting words ignited Nefarian's anger, and he couldn't help but want to pounce on her and force Lelia into submission.
However, seeing the electric light flowing across her scales and the storm surging in her cleavage-like pupils, he involuntarily shrank back.
This little female dragon's bloodline is unexpectedly pure; if a fight were to break out, I might not be a match for her.
However, he has already left marks along the way, and it is likely that a large number of helpers will follow soon.
This proud little female dragon certainly doesn't know that I've already seen through her intention to escape. If I just capture her then, she'll be completely at my mercy. There's no need to start a conflict now.
After a brief standoff, each of the two blue dragons, each with its own thoughts, silently took a step back.
Just then, the half-sword blade protruding from beneath a corpse suddenly caught Leilia's attention.
The gleaming cold light and unique patterns clearly indicated it was no ordinary weapon. She stepped forward and drew it, only to find that the blade, shimmering with blue starlight, was covered with densely packed small characters.
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