hooklinebooks Chapter 181 Counterattack
Chapter 181 Counterattack
Chapter 181 Counterattack
The iron rings clashed, producing a clear, crisp sound. Nefarian, bound tightly by chains from head to toe, was forcibly dragged out by Leilia like a led animal.
The ring piercing his nostrils and the long nail driven into his body caused him excruciating pain with every movement. The ferocity in his heart was aroused by the intense pain, and he struggled and twisted desperately, even his dark yellow eyes turned bloodshot.
If his mouth hadn't been firmly chained, he probably would have already roared to the sky.
But when his gaze fell upon the red dragon's eyes in the distance, and the blonde woman beside him, all the previous experiences flashed through his mind instantly. A tremendous fear gripped his heart, causing his struggling movements to abruptly stop, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.
This already ferocious blue dragon became as docile as a tamed dog under Thor's gaze.
Leilia glanced disdainfully at her former companion behind her, then jogged briskly to Thor's side.
"Powerful Red Dragon, as you commanded, I have brought this piece of trash here."
She bowed respectfully, deliberately raising her waist and lower body slightly to show off her beautiful curves.
However, Thor didn't even glance at her, and turned to Alan beside him.
"Unmold his mouth; I have something to ask him!"
With pity, the golden dragon looked at the blue dragon in front of him, and gently touched it with his jade-white finger. Under the effect of magic, the layers of chains wrapped around the blue dragon's mouth instantly popped open, allowing him to regain the right to speak.
"Damn it! How could you treat me like this! How dare you treat me like this!"
My father is the mighty Stormfang, a being who has roamed the western wilderness for nearly four hundred years! If he knew you dared to harm me, he would surely unleash a terrifying divine punishment, burning you all to ashes with lightning!
As soon as his mouth was freed, Nefarik began to shout and yell, uttering threatening words while his body trembled uncontrollably, appearing all bark and no bite.
Thor looked at the fool expressionlessly and said in a calm voice.
"It's too noisy, tell this guy to be quiet!"
Leilia, who was lying prone on the ground, immediately leaped up, swinging her scale-covered forepaws and slapping Nefarian hard across the face with both hands.
Her movements were swift and ruthless, like a cat playing with a fluffy ball. In just a few seconds, Nefalik received more than a dozen slaps to the face, his shattered blue scales splattering everywhere, blood gushing out, and even several of his teeth were knocked out.
"Damn it—traitor! Traitor!"
After struggling and uttering a few incoherent curses, he finally came to his senses, quickly shut his mouth, and buried his head in the ground.
Only then did Leilia reluctantly stop what she was doing, and she moved closer to Thor again, obediently bending down.
Heavy footsteps followed. The large amount of metallic substances contained in his body, coupled with the enhancement of various monster templates, made Thor weigh at least half again as much as a red dragon of the same size.
His slightly outstretched wings cast a huge shadow as he roared at the blue dragon on the ground once more.
"Blue reptile, raise your head! I have something to ask you. If you dare to lie or hide a single word, I'll twist your head off!"
Nefarik cautiously raised his head, only to feel a wave of scorching heat rushing towards him.
The red dragon before them resembled a fire demon from hell, its body shrouded in an inextinguishable flame, with flashes of black lightning occasionally streaking across its scales.
This immense power, carrying the might of a true dragon, swept over him like a tsunami, leaving him feeling suffocated and his mind blank, with only the thought of loudly agreeing remaining.
Stormfang is an old blue dragon who has lived for 378 years and is about to enter old age. His territory radiates outward from Blackrock Fortress, where he lives, covering an area of thousands or tens of thousands of kilometers.
A single dragon would certainly not be able to manage such a vast territory, so he has many followers.
In addition to the young dragons Thor had seen, and the Dragonblood Legion composed of teenage blue dragons and other five-colored dragons, there were also various races such as the Wilderness Raiders, the Sand Chaser Guard, and the Wind Mages, all working together to manage his vast territory.
Conversely, he also had quite a few enemies.
There are centaur tribes led by Windseeker C'Hal, the Soulless Mummy Order wandering in the ancient desert tombs, earth elementals located in Stareye Rock, the Darkclaw tribe of abyssal cave dwellers deep underground, storm giants roaring in the sky—all of these are huge obstacles to his unification of the wilderness.
But the strongest and most dangerous of them all is an old silver dragon, the Silverwing Watcher Arissant, who lives atop a mountain near the endless glacier and is likely already a legend.
Under Thor's coercion, Nefalik dared not harbor any thoughts of concealment or lying. He spoke frankly and without reservation, hoping only to be spared his life.
Moreover, the evil dragon had no sense of kinship. He would not feel any guilt at all for betraying his cheap father, and soon he spilled everything he knew.
This information is basically consistent with what Leilia said before, and even more detailed because he is older and closer by blood.
With the dragons’ powerful memory, Thor quickly constructed a simple map of the wilderness in his mind.
He completely forgot about the mummies, cave dwellers, centaurs, and the like. The only thing that Thor really needed to pay attention to was the silver dragon that lived at the border of the endless glaciers and the wilderness.
An old silver dragon that may have already reached legendary status, and also has the advantage of being in the extreme cold region. In addition, due to their grouping and inheritance, metal dragons are generally superior to the five-colored dragons in magic.
These factors combined pose a considerable threat to Thor at this point.
Although he didn't plan to provoke the other party for the time being, he still had to be wary of the other party suddenly wanting to punish evil and uphold justice, so he naturally had to keep a close eye on things.
After roughly understanding the situation in the wilderness, Thor immediately decided that there was no time to lose and put his clever mind to work, figuring out how to sabotage the Blue Dragon's legendary path.
However, after a series of thoughts flashed through his mind, they ultimately coalesced into four words: "Go straight for him."
All the alliances and counter-alliances, all the scheming and troop deployments, are unnecessary. The simplest and most effective way is to just charge into his lair in Blackrock Fortress and try to kill that old guy.
Once he made up his mind, Thor immediately flapped his wings and took to the air, ignoring the astonished looks of his men, and headed straight west.
With a deafening roar, the rolling flames left a long trail in the air, and the crimson ominous star vanished into the distance in the blink of an eye, leaving only its echoes lingering.
"Take good care of my territory! I'll be right back!"
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