OBS Chapter 58 Zhenbing
Chapter 58 Zhenbing
As the weakest of the five colored dragons, the white dragon hatchling is sometimes even smaller than the red dragon calves, and the same goes for the challenge level.
In addition, their icy breath was not very effective against the glacier dwarves who were naturally resistant to cold. Their still immature scales and claws were no match for the thick shields and armor of the enemy, as well as the huge hammers weighing dozens of kilograms.
In other words, a white dragon hatchling would not gain the slightest advantage against a fully armed glacial dwarf warrior.
Rushing in so hastily could even cost you your life.
"He's just a moron with an IQ of less than 9, he can't see the situation at all."
The other young dragons wore expressions of disdain. Like Thor, they planned to wait until the orcs had exhausted the glacier dwarves before selectively entering the fray.
As for the casualties among the orcs during this period? They weren't their own people anyway, so what did it matter to them if more orcs died?
The Blue Dragonborn had clearly seen through this as well, and said in a deep voice.
"Lady Leilia will know everything that happened here, and anyone who shirks their duty to fight will be punished!"
These words sent a chill down the spines of the young dragons. A young blue dragon was still quite intimidating to them.
So the blue dragon whelps couldn't wait any longer and flapped their wings, gliding low into the air as they rushed forward. The green and black dragons followed closely behind, while Thor leisurely mingled among them.
A dazzling burst of lightning flashed through the dark cavern, and a yellowish-green poisonous mist swirled and billowed, mixed with splashes of acid.
The breath of a true dragon is their most powerful weapon, and even when they are still young dragons, they can still cause widespread damage.
The scales of victory began to tip, with glacier dwarves falling one after another, their bodies charred black, or riddled with holes from being poisoned and corroded by acid.
Thor didn't spew fire recklessly. The fire element concentration in this godforsaken place was far too low. The fact that he could maintain his magic power was already a remarkable talent.
After infiltrating the battlefield, he went straight for a glacier dwarf wielding a long-handled battle axe, casually raising his claws to engage in what appeared to be a fierce battle.
Seeing that the glacier dwarves were being driven back and were already considering hiding in the mines behind them, Thor suddenly exerted his strength, knocking the dwarf's weapon away with one hand, and then swiftly reached out with his other claw, grabbing the dwarf's head and squeezing it hard.
A piercing creaking sound rang out, and the helmet made of fine iron was deformed by his grip, along with the skull of the glacier dwarf inside, which gushed out red and white substances.
"How can there be so many baby dragons!"
"Damn reptiles! Retreat! Back into the mine!"
In just three minutes after the young dragon joined the battle, the number of casualties among the Glacier Dwarves was more than the total number of casualties they had suffered in the previous battles against the Orcs.
This directly shattered their fighting spirit, and they began to hastily retreat into the mine behind them.
The young dragons and orcs, their eyes already bloodshot, pursued relentlessly, charging and roaring with excitement.
"Roar! Kill all these dwarves!"
"Don't let them get away!"
Thor was dragged along by them and had no choice but to crawl into those mine shafts that were less than two meters high. The cold, hard stone walls all around him made him feel annoyed.
Looking at the backsides of the orcs and young dragons in front of him, a crazy thought inexplicably popped into his mind: if he were to unleash a charged breath attack right now, could he burn them all to ashes?
But reason prevailed and he dismissed the idea. As they continued forward, the mine, initially narrow, gradually widened.
As the traces of human excavation gradually faded, the surrounding rock walls became jagged again, and at the other end of that cave, there was another underground fissure.
As the young dragons and their retinues charged forward in a chaotic frenzy, Thor subtly slowed his pace, and figures passed by him one after another, until he soon fell to the very back.
He felt something was off. If there was such a large space behind the mine, why were those glacier dwarves still digging at the entrance?
Is it because the mineral deposits there are particularly abundant? Or is there only one entrance?
He couldn't understand it, but since killing more enemies and seizing more spoils wouldn't benefit him at all, he might as well be cautious and let those guys scout ahead.
However, everything went surprisingly smoothly afterward. Following the trail of the glacier dwarves' escape, they actually discovered a dwarf camp.
The embers remaining on the ground indicate that people must have lived here not long ago. They seem to have fled in such a hurry that they didn't have time to take many valuables with them.
"This is! This is mithril!"
"And this too, cold iron! Lots of cold iron!"
"My God... Could this be Zhen Bing?"
Various sounds of surprise kept coming, making Sistana and Calp, who were standing next to Thor, feel a little itchy inside.
After exchanging a glance, they immediately abandoned Thor and quickened their pace toward the camp ahead.
When Thor arrived, he found a large number of young dragons gathered together, with some rough wooden boxes that had been opened and contained various ores in the middle.
The vast majority of them are a dark, cold-looking iron ore, which is considered an excellent forging material. It can imbue weapons with a small amount of ice element, causing frostbite to enemies.
The remaining less than one percent of the silvery-gray ore is mithril, which is more than 10 times the value of gold and is extremely rare, making it one of the rarest metals.
However, what drove all the young dragons into a frenzy was a large block of solid ice, more than 5 meters in diameter. Within the translucent, deep blue ice was a crystal the size of a thumb, radiating intense elemental fluctuations.
The moment Thor saw the crystal, he felt an instinctive sense of disgust. The treasure knowledge he carried in the Dragon Legacy allowed him to recognize the crystal's identity—True Ice.
This is an object formed only in the coldest environments by condensing a large amount of ice-attribute magical elements.
It never melts, is extremely hard, and automatically gathers surrounding ice elements. It is a treasure coveted by all ice-type creatures and the best weapon to kill a red dragon.
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! This isn't the Ice Elemental Plane, or the deepest part of the Endless Glacier, how could there be True Ice here?"
Just looking at that huge block of ice made Thor feel a series of stinging pains all over his body. The fire element in the air was almost completely repelled, and even the magic power in his body fluctuated.