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After that, they began to play in front of me.
"No! Not this feeling! Give me more power! Be more exciting, you know! Make it lighter! It's like a flame burning! And at the same time the breeze is blowing! Yeah! Yes, yes, yes! That's it!
That's good! Where's the dancer? Dance for me! Move your hips a little more! Tighten your straddle! You're so fierce! Rub, rub, rub! Yes! Yes, yes! That's it! Shake it up! You know what?"
I looked at the dance group that gradually had some shape, a down to the spirit, pleasant appreciation.
The Trolls on the other side looked at all this and had something wrong in their hearts. Among them, the older Troll shaman, Salman could not help but come to Shadar's side and whispered.
"Chief, if this goes on, our position may not be preserved ah! The master seems to be very satisfied with these Half Beasts."
"Satisfied? Hmph! It's just a bunch of food." Shadar was somewhat unimpressed.
"Chief, you must not think so! Do you know about the human nobles?"
"Hm? What are you doing mentioning those human limpets?"
"Chief, you may not understand when you are young, but I worked for a long time at the hands of a human nobleman when I was young.
In their place, these girls are, at this moment, like dancers. And many of the dancers usually have relations with those noblemen." The Troll shaman explained softly, an old face filled with gloom.
"Hair ... have a relationship? But the master is a true dragon, and true dragons are different from humans! How can you have a relationship with food." Shadar started, a face I do not believe.
Although his head is not as smart as the clan shaman, he is not stupid!
"Chief! You are still too young! Look at the master now, what period do you feel he is in?" The Troll shaman recalled in a low voice.
"Youth?"
"Yes! Youth, you should know, how energetic are the dragons in their youth?
Whether it's humans, elves, even beasts, demons, devils, and even goblins that are only a palm in size! They did not let go!
For this reason how many dragon blood creatures were born in this world?
Dragon turtles? Goblin dragons? Ghost dragons? Demon dragons? Pseudo Dragons, Dragon beast? Shadow dragons? Phoenix dragons? Stone dragons? Blood dragons? Moon dragons? Chaos dragons? Spirit dragons? Fire serpents? Firebugs? Plague dragons? Lightning beasts? Storm serpents? Night dragon's? Sand dragons? Nightmare dragons? Forest beasts? Dragon descendants … and so so many more!
If you let this group of beast girls and master relationship, the birth of descendants, then ... even if the master of this evil dragon, even if the master does not care about their descendants.
The status of the half beasts, or the status of the descendants will definitely exceed ours, right, and then according to our relationship with the half beasts, you think there will be good days?" The Troll shaman said a lot.
The chief Shadar's eyes gaze up at once.
He couldn't stop looking at me and the beast girls, and finally swept a glance at the Trolls around him, and after half a second his eyes lit up and ran over.
Soon.
I was immersed in the music, admiring the Beast girls' dance, suddenly huge heads swaying uncontrollably with the rhythm.
But suddenly, my complexion changed dramatically, my eyes rolled round, like swallowing a mouthful of face.
Why do you think so?
Only to see a dozen stout, green-faced, bare waxen fangs, chest bulging with two orbs of female Trolls, ran to the beast girls, following their example and began to twist their bodies!
That enchanting large hips, then the beast girl's waist, even stronger thigh flesh, arms, and a strip of scars on the body, can not stop dancing.
"Vomit ~~~~"
I bowed up at once, let out a burst of dry heaves, two paws darted to press the eyes, could not help but yell out.
"Get out! All of you get away from me! Shardar You bastards! Do you want me to go blind? Ah! My eyes!"
I was furious and roared madly. Even though I do appreciate mussel mommies could crush my skull with their thighs but these were too-too much for me!
The terrifying sound almost shattered people's eardrums.
The half beast girls and Trolls covered their ears and panicked, fearing that the enraged Rand would kill them all!
"Master! Master! What's wrong with you?"
The Troll leader Shadar exclaimed in uncertainty.
"You Shadar, what do you look like in your hearts?
What is wrong with learning to dance like these girls? If it weren't for the fact that you all are my servants, I would have beaten you all to a pulp!"
I roared.
"This ... master means we look ugly? How is this ... possible!
You look at our Troll lady's toned pecs, buttocks, and sexy body hair! And the scars that symbolise honour! What a perfect woman this is! Can the beast girls with these fine skinned girls compare?"
The Troll leader Shadar was upset about the female Trolls of his clan.
"Damn you, Shadar!
If you dare to talk back to me again! I will lock you in a cell!"
I was furious, killing intent surging in my eyes.
Seeing this, Gew unconsciously shrank his neck, and could only helplessly greet his clan members to withdraw.
He returned to the old shaman somewhat listlessly and whispered.
"You saw what just happened, the master seems to dislike the beauty of my clan.
So beautiful muscles and big buttocks, sexy scars, the master actually does not like it! Is there something wrong with his aesthetics?"
"Ahem~ Ugh~ It's my poor consideration! Chief, you don't understand.
Most races like the appearance similar to Elves except for my clan, unfortunately!" The old shaman shook his head with some regret.
After I roared the trolls back, I gasped hard for several times, rubbed my eyes hard, and cursed the scum of the trolls in my heart.
But after a while admiring the beautiful beast girls I let go of the thing.
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Those girls who were still writhing have now stopped, they panting to look at each other, one of the Beast girl opened her mouth and wanted to say something.
I watched the dance for a while before contentedly sending Shea and the others to rest. Though they were somewhat reserved due to certain reasons, resulting in a performance that fell short of his past-life memories, it was still a pleasing sight. Unfortunately, I was unable to participate in such activities.
Physically, I was a standard young dragon, albeit much stronger than the average. However, I frustratingly found myself unable to perform the transformation spell I so desired.
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"Lord, the goblin chief Vicks has arrived!"
Shea, clad in her new short skirt and black pantyhose, approached gracefully.
"The goblin chief? Let him in."
I had his eye on Vicks as a high-level talent.
After a short while, Vicks entered tentatively. His ragged clothes seemed out of place in the grandeur of his surroundings, and he clutched a wooden box tightly to his chest—a habit from his days as a slave in the human world.
"Oh great Black Dragon, your humble servant presents a gift to you!"
Vicks knelt, raising the box aloft with humility. Shea stepped forward to take the box, which Vicks offered without daring to lift his head.
Shea brought the box to me and opened it, revealing lustrous, blue-glowing metal ingots.
"Your Majesty, this is the refined magic iron!" Vicks informed.
"Not bad," I murmured, my large eyes fixed on the magic iron.
Although I wasn't well-versed in smelting techniques, the quality seemed impressive. To me, there wasn't much difference between consuming raw ore or refined ore, but the material was still crucial to me.
Whether it was for arming my followers or trading for other supplies, so just eating raw, I knew the magic iron would be valuable. After all, I wasn't yet strong enough to simply take what I wanted by fTrolle.
"From now on, you'll oversee the extraction and smelting of the magic iron ore. My only requirement is the yield—both the raw and refined ore. With every successful batch, your green skin tribe won't just prosper; you'll also gain dragon dependents under your tribe." I declared with an air of authority, gazing down at Vicks with the full weight of my power.
"At your command!" Vicks replied ecstatically, then exited with a humble gait.
Shea remained silent throughout, her curiosity piqued by Saron's trust in a goblin.
"Shea, the refined magic iron is yours to keep. That much should be enough to forge a couple of short swords or daggers," I offered.
"Oh! Thank you, My Lord!" Shea's rabbit ears perked up and twitched, a sure sign of her delight.
I understood that Shea's emotions were often conveyed by her ears: drooping when sad or distressed, and bouncing when happy, like now.
"It's a shame we don't have a skilled blacksmith, or we could forge something even better," Shea remarked, eyeing the refined magic iron ore.
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"What should we do, Captain Volk? The magic iron ore vein has already been tapped by these creatures," one of Volk's men said, grimacing as they watched goblins and gnolls steadily mine the ore.
"We report back to Lord Talrum. With the forest trolls guarding, we stand no chance alone," Volk decided swiftly. Their scouting mission was essentially complete. They had found remnants of the Slaver's Guild, likely victims of the forest trolls.
Facing an enemy that could decimate a slaver's band was beyond their capabilities. They retreated into the cover of the trees and left the area undetected.
After several tense hours of travel, the party finally reached the camp and reported directly to Talrum.
"Lord Talrum, the slaver's party has been annihilated," Volk began, his voice unsteady but resolute. "The magic vein... it's been seized by frost trolls. But these weren't ordinary frost trolls—some of them looked like Dragon Vein creatures!"
Talrum, lounging back and savouring the rich sweetness of his wine, froze mid-sip as the word "Dragon" cut through the air like a knife. His face tightened with sudden alarm. Every creature in the region knew who ruled this dark forest. Even the mention of her name—the Queen of Darkness—was enough to spark civil unrest in entire kingdoms. Her reputation was a shadow that loomed over all. And now, dragons?
"Are you certain? Did you truly see Dragon borns there?" Talrum demanded, his earlier composure shattered as he stood, nearly toppling the cup from his hands.
Volk nodded urgently, his brow beaded with sweat. "Yes, Lord Talrum, I saw it myself. Dozens of fifth and sixth-order Dragon Vein frost trolls! Their bodies were covered in dark scales, and frost aura clung to them like death's own breath…"
Talrum's mind raced as Volk's words sunk in. "So the rumours about the magic iron ore vein… they were accurate," he muttered, trying to collect his thoughts. His pulse quickened, greed warring with fear in his chest.
"Yes, Lord Talrum! The reserves are vast," Volk confirmed, eager to hold his master's attention.
Talrum's expression darkened as he set the cup down. "The frost trolls shouldn't be this powerful…" His voice wavered, the implication clear. His family had fought those creatures before, but they were never strong enough to decimate an entire Troll tribe and still claim the magic vein. Not without help. The knowledge gnawed at him—something bigger was at play, something more dangerous.
"Lord Talrum, allow me to lead a fTrolle to test their defences," Volk suggested, though there was an uneasiness in his voice now, an undercurrent of doubt.
Talrum rounded on Volk, fury flashing in his eyes. "Have you lost your mind?" His voice boomed with a mix of anger and fear. "The moment you attack those trolls, the Queen of Darkness will descend upon us! Do you even comprehend what that means?" His voice cracked as his words echoed, the weight of their implications hanging heavy.
"She will wipe the Sieglinde family from existence without a second thought! Chromatic dragons are known for their vengeance, and no one—not even the Metallic Dragons—will lift a claw to stop her." He took a sharp breath, his mind racing.
"They won't interfere because it involves her treasure, and as long as she doesn't slaughter too many innocents, they won't see it as a problem. The last Great Dragon War taught everyone that dragons are no longer rulers—they're dwindling. That's why the Dragon Gods stepped in and created laws to keep us from wiping each other out.
Talrum's tone darkened, his voice trembling. "According to the laws in the dragon race, dragons can not easily kill each other, and according to our dragon island criminal code. Even if the Chromatic dragon does a lot of evil, but as long as they do not kill, devour, a certain number of intelligent creatures. Gods knows how many They will not even defeat it and then kill it. At most, they will be imprisoned for life, and her?"
He shuddered at the thought. "She's older than the Sieglinde family itself, older than the Principality of Kas. If we provoke her, there will be no survival. No remnants. No mercy."
The fear in Talrum's eyes was palpable now, bleeding through his earlier resolve. He felt the grip of dread squeezing his chest tighter and tighter. "Start packing everything immediately," he ordered, his voice dropping to a deadly calm. "I don't care how vital the magic iron ore is—what's the point of acquiring it if we're all slaughtered for even thinking about it?"
Volk opened his mouth to protest, but the words died on his lips as Talrum glared at him with a predatory gleam in his eyes. "Are you defying my orders, Volk?" Talrum growled, his voice ice-cold with barely concealed malice.
Volk took a step back, his body going rigid with fear. "No, Lord Talrum. I… I understand."
Talrum's expression softened, though the fury still simmered just beneath the surface.
"Good. Spread the word. We leave within the hour."
The adventurers and soldiers scrambled, panic setting in as they hurriedly began dismantling the camp. Despite the greed that gnawed at their hearts for the magic iron ore vein, no one dared to challenge Talrum's command. The mere thought of the Queen of Darkness, watching from the shadows, was enough to send icy chills down their spines.
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With the infusion of Magic Iron Ore, the sixteenth month marked a dramatic transformation—one year and four months of steady development had borne its fruits. My biological order surged from the eighth to the ninth order, drawing me closer to the precipice of advanced beings, with the elusive tenth order now within reach. with the consumption of Magic Iron Ore. My mana was growing by leaps and bounds so does the magic resistance of my dragon scales, though the stat panel failed to reflect it.
My army of monsters also flourished under my rule. Bathed in the power of dragon blood, my warriors evolved—each kill, each feat, and every ounce of meat consumed pushed them forward. One by one, they broke through to the intermediate level, their strength rising with every passing moment.
With the addition of the Rose Tribe, our food supplies expanded, the diversity of meals shattering any remnants of monotony. Yet, what stirred me more than sustenance was the presence of the Beast girls. Whenever the exhaustion of studying magic grew too tiresome, they would perform their graceful dances, ever-improving with each display. What once were simple performances now bordered on enchanting spectacles, their skill and allure growing more irresistible by the day, becoming a source of constant distraction and fascination.
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In the blink of an eye, three years have passed
In the jungle.
A group of human warriors wearing full-body armour moved forward silently, and among the thirty warriors were two spellcasters riding black-scaled beasts.
The Black Scale Beast is an adult 5th order monster. Its speed and strength are average and above average among monsters of the same order. The spell-like ability possessed is the black mist with disorientation.
To be able to use this kind of monster as a familiar mount, it is obvious that the identities of these two spellcasters are not simple.
"Witt, are you almost there?"
Among the two spellcasters, the middle-aged man with grey hair wearing a blue magic robe asked the purple-robed spellcaster next to him.
Witte was the sixth-level mage who led the team to trade materials with Danylan and Skye for several years. However, his mage level broke through to level seven two years ago.
Not only that, because he came to the Dark Forest to lead the trade, his status in the family has also improved a lot, and he is now the third speaker in the Siglinde family.
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