Silver Dragon: From Shell to God

"Oh, my head is so dizzy!"

Arden wakes up from his coma.

He touched his aching head and recalled everything that happened before he fell into a coma.

"Fuck, what do you think I am? Dormitory? You need to pay to live with me."

He realized that apart from the dragon heritage and the magnificent palace, there was nothing else in his mind.

There was another crystal that was purple in appearance, but exuded an ominous and extremely evil aura.

Arden finally burst out swearing.

One after another, ghost things of unknown origin kept drilling into his brain.

That palace is fine, it was obviously left behind by some powerful person, but what is this evil and filthy crystal?

The godhood of an evil god? Being favored by an evil god, is he lucky or unlucky?

Did you get his permission? You should give him some money anyway!

Arden vented his anger at the air before paying attention to his surroundings.

Under him was the almost flattened Second Brother. The fat and blood were squeezed out of his pores by the impact.

On his side, five desert elves were staring at him nervously.

"Are you desert elves living here? It's tax month."

Possessing rich inherited knowledge and understanding the current situation, Yaden looked at the poor second brother who was crushed by him below, and then took a look at the five people and understood the whole story.

He calmly got off the second brother and took out the scales that Sasde had given him.

Hearing the words "Tax Month", the five elves were stunned at first, then they all breathed a sigh of relief, but then their expressions became even stranger.

"Master Silver Dragon, this Mountain-Shaking Blood Pig is the prey we have been waiting for three days to hunt. Can you?"

"Hmm? You want this piece of rotten meat, then take it. Five copper coins."

Yaden looked with disdain at the second senior brother below, whose brain, urine, and blood had mixed together and turned into a ball. He moved away again without leaving a trace and wiped all the places on his body that had touched the second senior brother.

He is a dragon who loves cleanliness, so of course no matter how much he dislikes it, not a single copper coin can be less.

"Mr. Silver Dragon, I will take you to see our village chief."

"Hurry up!"

Desert elves are a branch of the elves, but they are relatively rare.

Countless epochs ago, the Elf Empire was at its peak, ruling over most of the natural forests.

The Elf Empire, which advocates the balance between life and nature, also has a group of elves who have voluntarily moved to deserts and grasslands in order to obtain more land for survival and to leave their original crowded and under-resourced society.

Natural deserts are also part of nature.

"50 gold coins, or two tons of blood-red gold ore, according to the ratio of previous years."

Arriving at the elf village, Arden took out the map and token, proved his identity to the old village chief, and then made his request again.

"This? Lord Silver Dragon, can you give us a year's grace? We really can't afford it this year."

After a moment of complete silence, the more than 2,000 elves in the entire village, outside the village, the respected old village chief faced the huge beast in front of him and spoke in a low and bitter voice.

"Huh? You want to evade taxes?"

A cold light flashed in Arden’s eyes, and his face immediately turned cold.

The ten-mile area around Silver Dragon Cliff belongs to the Silver Dragon clan, which is the territory and fiefdom allocated to them by the elves.

If that’s the case, then it’s their wealth and they have the absolute right to manage everything above it!

The wealth of the Silver Dragon does not only come from the annual taxes collected over the past thousand years. All the people living here, including every inch of land and every flower, belong to them.

If you are protected by them, you must obey their orders!

In the dragon clan's heritage, especially among the kind-hearted dragon lords, there is a famous saying.

In our territory, you can burn, kill and loot as long as you pay, and you can disobey any laws, but you must pay taxes!

As a noble dragon lord, you must cherish every copper coin produced in your territory as you would your own eyes!

Arden agreed with this and made it his second principle.

The third is that the Silver Dragon Clan has always been committed to punishing evil and showing mercy to the weak.

The furious silver dragon moved forward, immediately alerting the dozens of adult desert elves surrounding the village chief!

"No, we have absolutely no intention of doing so. However, we really cannot afford to pay taxes right now. Can we give it a few more months?"

The old village chief said tremblingly, leaning on his cane.

"That's impossible. The wasteland you live in is rich in minerals. You can even find gold mines if you're diligent. 50 gold coins and two tons of red blood ore is definitely an underestimate."

"How dare you lie to the great Silver Dragon!"

Yaton rejected the old village chief's request at one stroke. Wanting to get a fortune from Silver Dragon was tantamount to asking for their lives!

Even though Arden possessed a human soul, the true dragon's greed did not change much.

It should even be said that it is used to seeing darkness, so it has little mercy.

"Alas, respected True Dragon, this is all for a reason. A huge change has occurred in the wasteland recently."

Arden's ruthless rejection made the relationship between him and the elf village even more strained.

Looking at the people under his command, he even vaguely sensed the fluctuations of magic, and the old village chief immediately spoke again.

This is the only wasteland in the Elf Forest.

They, the desert elves, are not good at surviving in the forest. The survival skills that their ancestors passed down from ancient times in the forest have long disappeared along with their survival in the desert.

If they lose this land, the more than 2,000 elves in Chitu Village will have to worry about food and clothing.

Arden groaned and sat down on the ground, listening to the white-haired elf old man carefully describing the recent events.

The wasteland where Chitu Village is located is already the westernmost edge of the territory controlled by Yinlongya.

To the north of this land controlled by the silver dragon is the human kingdom of Liniria.

To the east, a vast mountain range known as the Delia Mountains stretches from the vast Devil's Sea to the Gulf of Storms, where climate change has transformed the mountains into a huge river.

Behind this mountain range is the territory occupied by the dwarves.

To the west is the forest of elves, and to the south is the endless sea.

It can be said that this area is a special place where the Elf Forest borders other tribes.

It is also the place that other forces must pass through to invade the Elf Forest or detect information about the Elf Forest.

This is also the reason why the previous generation of Elf King was so willing to cede this area to the Silver Dragon.

And just recently, the vast Driya Mountains have undergone tremendous changes again, and the monsters inside seem to have been in a special turmoil.

A large number of intelligent creatures fled.

Among them, there are naturally those who have entered the territory of the Silver Dragon Clan.

"Hill giants, those big, bulky guys are here too?"

I heard the old village chief describe the names and detailed appearances of the most numerous biological species that occupied this wasteland and the mineral veins.

Yaden exclaimed as he quickly found the corresponding monster race in his mind with the help of his dragon heritage memory.

Hill giants, those chaotic neutral, damned subgiant species!

Arden's originally calm face turned completely gloomy.

This is bad news.