Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

A giant red dragon with a wingspan of forty meters flew across the sky above the Demonic Abyss Rift.

There was an extremely strong downward force in the air. If the dragon was not strong enough, it would have most likely fallen into the devil's belly below.

Its golden vertical pupils were constantly scanning downwards, as if it was looking for and waiting for something.

Finally, it saw its target at a black stone at the edge of the rift.

The huge body swooped down.

With a loud bang, the red dragon landed on the black stone.

A demon in a tattered black robe walked out from behind the stone.

It was hunched over and carried a devilish cane.

"I knew you would come." The demon said in dragon language.

The dragon snorted coldly, "Do you guys have brains?"

The demon was not angry, but went straight to the point: "Haha, let's talk about our deal. You help us find the Flame Fang, and we will give you the blood of the Demon Lord."

The dragon did not answer, but stretched out its long neck to surround the demon, and spoke fiercely from behind it:

"I don't think a little bit of demon blood is enough to make me bear the infamy of betraying my ancestors..."

The demon's body was as small as an ant in front of the red dragon, but he was not panicked by the sudden show of strength from the other side. Instead, he sneered:

"Now the entire dragon clan knows that you are a bastard with no bottom line. I don't think you care about this infamy, right?"

Its words seemed to have angered the red dragon, and an unparalleled dragon power descended upon the demon.

The demon stood still.

"You were fooled by that fire dragon called Red Vit? You know this trick won't work on me."

These words seemed to really anger the red dragon. It raised its huge claws and smashed a big hole in the ground next to the demon, saying, "Don't mention this name in front of me!"

"Then don't waste time and sign the contract immediately. The Lord of the Flame Tribe is very impatient."

Demons no longer goad red dragons.

"Contract?" The red dragon glared. "You didn't mention signing a contract in the letter you sent me before. Who knows what you demons will do!"

"Based on what you have done in the past, it is difficult for us to recognize your credibility. This is what we have to do." The devil seemed to be saying something very normal.

"Haha, a demon actually criticizes my character?! God, this must be the funniest joke in the world! If you want to trap me, just say so!"

There was a look of absurdity in the red dragon's eyes.

"We demons are the group in this world that is most trustworthy. Otherwise, why would people on the continent think of us when they mention contracts?"

"Yes, you have caused countless cases of corruption. No one who signed a devil's contract had a good ending!"

The dragon and the demon were arguing with each other.

Finally, the demon seemed to have had enough and shouted, "Okay, since you don't want to sign the contract, let's take a step back. You must leave the hardest dragon scale on your body as collateral!"

The giant dragon raised its head and thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay, but you must also give me something good. I don't trust you either!"

"You dragons are such a greedy bunch." The demon complained, but his hand reached towards his chest.

It took out a dark green diamond-shaped gem and said, "This is a high-level magic stone from the Netherworld's Crazy Enchanted Land. Swallow it, and the power of your breath will increase exponentially!"

Ever since the demon took out the green gem, the dragon has been staring at it without blinking. There is a record of this gem in its inherited memory, which is enough to double the combat effectiveness of an individual dragon.

It didn't care why the other party was willing to exchange such a good thing. It took it with its mouth as a matter of course and swallowed it into its stomach.

A vast force invaded the dragon's breath "reactor" within the dragon's body, causing it to undergo an irreversible mutation.

Several beautiful emerald green lines appeared on the dragon's red neck, connecting to the heart in the chest.

"I feel it! The fire inside me is getting excited! They're eager to erupt from my body! Destroy everything!"

The red dragon was in an extremely excited state at this time, and it couldn't wait to find someone to fight.

The demon on the ground looked up at the giant dragon that seemed to be on drugs. The soul fire beating in its eyes flashed with a different meaning.

It would be great if it was strong enough, so that our tribe could have another Flame Fang... it thought evilly in its heart.

The giant dragon spewed out a thick column of pure green flame into the sky, piercing through the clouds.

Only after releasing all the excess energy in its body did the dragon calm down.

It lowered its head and looked at the demon again. "I heard that the Flame Fang fell into the hands of a level 7 werewolf. Didn't you go and cause trouble for that group of werewolves?"

Speaking of this, the demon seemed a little angry, "That wolf king is only level five. We have converted countless werewolves, but through their souls, we know that they don't know what a level seven werewolf is."

"Let me make it clear first. I am only responsible for finding the Flame Fang. As for the level 7 werewolf, you will have to deal with it on your own. My current strength is only level 6, so I won't work for you!"

The dragon said the most cowardly words in the most majestic tone.

The dragon is recognized as one of the top races on the continent. Even if an ordinary pure-blooded dragon does not train, it will have the strength of a peak fourth-level extraordinary person just by reaching adulthood.

Those who can reach level five through training are considered geniuses in the clan.

The red dragon standing in front of the devil at this time is one of the "young heroes" in the past thousand years.

The demon was disdainful in his heart, but he said, "Of course, this is fair."

……

Kadeano Forest is where the forest elves Tachia tribe live.

At this time in the tribe, in the wooden house of the high priest, a female elf wearing sacrificial clothes was lying on a huge plant that looked like a lotus.

He is surrounded by forest elves who are concerned about his safety.

A beautiful elf wearing a green robe symbolizing an elven priest is casting healing magic on the unconscious priest.

This has been going on for some time.

"Will the High Priest ..."

"Don't talk nonsense! The High Priest will be fine!"

"It's all those damned humans' fault! They killed Gotaya, otherwise the priest wouldn't have done such an impulsive thing..."

Seeing that the elf priest was frowning, an elf couldn't help but speak in a low voice with concern.

When the high elves as a delegation appeared outside the tribe and his daughter did not follow, the high priest seemed to have guessed something.

She didn't care about the huge compensation the high elves demanded, as none of it was as important as her own daughter.

She thought for a long time alone in the room. She didn't believe that her daughter was dead. If it was true, she should have felt it. This was the method that she, as the high priest, had used on her daughter a long time ago.

So he decided to use his authority to communicate with the omniscient God of truth.

This is extremely dangerous, because with her power, the cost of knocking on the door of truth is huge.