OBS Chapter 69 Volcano
Chapter 69 Volcano
The pitch-black tunnel was deep and long, so quiet you could hear a pin drop, with only the clear sound of footsteps echoing through it, making one feel a little uneasy.
Although dragons' innate dark vision allowed Thor to see his surroundings clearly, he still felt uneasy.
His lips parted slightly, his chest vibrated, and high-frequency sound waves spread outwards intermittently.
Echolocation, derived from the biotemplate of scaled bats, is far more reliable than vision in such a complex underground environment.
Moreover, this ability is the nemesis of most assassins and stealth creatures. After all, even if they can hide their bodies and move silently, their physical form still exists and will naturally reflect sound waves.
While surveying his surroundings, Thor would occasionally pull out a piece of silver-gray ore from under his wing and toss it into his mouth.
These were the mithril mines they had found earlier. After the undead surge caused chaos, no one had time to collect them, so they naturally benefited Thor, who was the first to return.
As a being inhabited by a human soul, he did not have the obsessive hoarding desire for treasure that ordinary dragons possessed. Rather than carrying these burdens around, he preferred to simply eat them.
Although most of the five-colored dragons do not like to eat metal ores, the red dragons only love fresh flesh and blood.
However, the Rock Thief Dragon template that Thor loaded was a monster that fed purely on ores, which to some extent changed his appetite.
Metals like mithril, which are extremely lightweight yet exceptionally tough and possess remarkable magical affinity, might make his scales and bones even lighter and stronger, while also providing better magical conductivity.
However, if we're talking about truly nourishing food, the corpse of that blue dragon hatchling is the real best choice.
Even among the five-colored dragons, cannibalism is an extremely heinous act. Usually, only certain elderly and dying individuals will hunt their own offspring to reclaim bloodline energy in order to make a breakthrough.
Or some individuals with an extreme thirst for power might use some bizarre ritual to consume the hearts and brains of their own kind in order to acquire one of their abilities.
Thor has better ways to become stronger, so he naturally disdains using this method.
It's just a blue dragon hatchling. The benefits of eating it whole might not be as great as those of a low-level monster template. On the contrary, it might cause negative effects such as reduced charm or dragon poison backlash.
Only the black dragon, with its darkest and most cruel heart, and the white dragon, with its intelligence as low as that of a wild beast, are prone to doing such things.
Black dragons are the most common, mostly driven by the pursuit of greater power; white dragons, on the other hand, are driven by the harsh living environment and the scarcity of food.
"I remember that, apart from me, the black dragon named Worsog returned to the vicinity of Zhenbing on its own initiative!"
All the young dragons knew that the mine where the undead were emerging was dangerous, and they all kept their distance. But this guy came back on his own initiative, which didn't seem right at all.
Was he really attracted by the flames of the fight? When did this dark and cruel black dragon develop such a strong sense of curiosity? Could it be…?
Thor popped the last piece of mithril ore into his mouth. It was a rare commodity, and he finished it off in just a few bites.
His pale golden pupils shone brightly, but due to the obstruction of two nictitating membranes, they were completely invisible in the darkness as his gaze swept over the black dragon cub in front of him.
A creature that dares to eat its own kind in its youth is definitely a ruthless character. As it grows up, it may achieve great things and its strength may reach the level of an ordinary red dragon of the same age.
Why don't we take him down before he grows up?
But after only a brief moment of thought, Thor turned his gaze away without any interest. The reason was simple: the other party posed no threat to him whatsoever.
No matter how hard Vosorg tries, his bloodline concentration can only reach his current level at most in his entire life, not to mention the inherent power gap between black dragons and red dragons!
Killing a young dragon for no reason will only instill fear in other young dragons and their allies, making subsequent command difficult.
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Perhaps long, long ago, the glacier dwarves already lived in this endless glacier.
The passage ahead was exceptionally long, with obvious excavation marks on the stone walls on both sides, clearly not something that a generation of glacial dwarves could have built.
This bottomless passage was not only long, but also sloped slightly downwards. As Thor continued forward, he was pleasantly surprised to find that the temperature in the air was gradually rising.
About ten minutes later, a bright orange light suddenly appeared in the darkness, and a hot wind blew in from the passage, bringing a long-lost heat.
Having had enough of the endless glacier's cold, the kinship legion and the young dragons quickened their pace upon seeing this, and the orange-red light ahead grew larger and larger as a result.
The narrow field of vision suddenly opened up, and what appeared before Thor and his companions was a huge, towering cave.
The cave is circular, with a diameter of several thousand meters. Faint sunlight shines down from above, and not far ahead is a sheer cliff that plunges vertically downwards, with molten lava flowing silently at its bottom.
This place leads to the interior of a huge volcano. Even though the volcano is dormant, Thor can clearly sense the powerful fire and earth elemental forces beneath his feet.
The pervasive smell of sulfur in the air made him take a deep, pleasant breath, feeling a warm and comfortable sensation throughout his body.
"Look over there, those damned dwarfs are over there!"
A gasp caught Thor's attention. Following the direction a dragonborn was pointing, he saw a massive furnace and numerous makeshift structures standing on the lava flow near the shore below.
Glacier dwarves busied themselves around the furnace like ants, constantly feeding ore into it and using the heat of the magma to refine it into pure molten iron.
If you look further away, you can see that the rock walls inside this volcano are covered with a large number of holes, just like an ant nest that has been dug in all directions.
This is probably the stronghold of those glacial dwarves. Only such immense geothermal power could attract these dwarves who love digging and forging to gather here.
Unexpectedly, he had stumbled upon this place. Thor's lips curled into a cruel smile, and he growled in a low voice.
"Excellent! Let's make a scene and make these tiny insects pay for their past actions!"
Upon hearing this, the surrounding young dragons all showed excited expressions. They had been trapped in that underground cavern for a while and were now eager to vent their frustration.
Without Thor even needing to urge them on, the young dragons flapped their wings and took to the air, their roars—some high-pitched, some sharp, some hoarse—echoing throughout the volcano.
"Didn't expect that, did you? I'm out again!"
"You scumbags covered in ice shards, I'm going to turn you all to ashes!"