The Dragon That Devoured the World: Begins with Rebirth as a Black Dragon

After relaxing for a while, Saron started to do business.

The affinity of fire magic elements obtained before cannot be wasted.

Generally speaking, true dragons rarely learn magic of other systems.

This will make them very uncomfortable.

But this does not mean that they cannot use magic of other systems.

Just like Saron could use light magic before.

True dragons can use their powerful elemental control to forcibly cast magic of other systems.

But they usually don't do this.

Just like a water caster must not cast fire magic?

That's not necessarily the case.

But the energy spent on casting magic of other systems is more than five times the energy of one's own attributes.

But the affinity of fire magic elements solves this problem. As long as Saron can create a spell model, he can cast this magic in dragon language.

"Fireball!"

This is the most basic magic of fire magic. This spell exists in Saron's inherited memory. Like light magic, its spell model is relatively simple.

Sarron began to mobilize the surrounding fire elements and slowly constructed.

This gave Sarron the illusion that he was doing geometry problems in his previous life.

Unlike the Light Spell, Sarron was unusually smooth when constructing the Fireball Spell.

If the spell model of the Light Spell required Sarron to construct it carefully, then the Fireball Spell was completely different.

Too easy!

These fire elements were like obedient soldiers. Sarron went to where he should go as soon as he thought about it.

Soon a fireball with a diameter of one meter was generated around Sarron.

It was not big compared to Sarron's size.

Bang~

Under Sarron's conscious control, the fireball hit the ground hard.

Then it exploded on the ground.

Sarron observed the traces on the ground.

This power was not bad, much more powerful than a grenade.

Suddenly Sarron had a bold idea.

He released the Fireball Spell again, and released two fireballs.

But this time the target was not the ground, but himself.

Bang Bang ~

Two fireballs hit Salon.

Looking at the place hit by the fireballs, there was almost no change.

Saron's eyes showed a gleam.

He condensed four fireballs again and hit himself.

And this time he clearly felt something different.

That is, about 60% of the damage caused by these fireballs was reduced.

Saron knew that the plutonium dragon was completely immune to damage such as fire or heat.

And he seemed to have this characteristic.

But not as outrageous as the plutonium dragon.

"Lord Salon, the goblin leader Vickers is here!"

Mesha walked in slowly in a short skirt and black tights.

"Goblin leader? Let him in!"

This guy is a high-level talent that Salon has taken a fancy to.

After a while, Vickers walked in trembling.

He felt that his tattered clothes were out of place in this place, and he couldn't help but hug the wooden box in his arms.

"Your Majesty, the great black dragon, this is a gift from your humble servant!"

Vickers knelt on the ground humbly and raised the box in his hand high.

Mesha, who was standing by, took a look and came over to take the wooden box.

From beginning to end, Vickers didn't even dare to raise his head. This was a habit he developed when he was a slave in the human world.

Mesha took the box and walked to Salon. After opening it, there were pieces of iron with blue light on the surface.

"Your Majesty, this is refined magic iron!" Vickers reminded.

"Not bad!"

Saron stared at the magic iron in front of him with his huge eyes.

He didn't know much about smelting technology, but judging from the quality, it should be very good.

In fact, for Salon, there is no big difference between eating raw ore or smelted magic iron.

But this thing is still very important to him.

Whether it is the weapons needed by his followers or selling them for other food, it is a good choice.

After all, Sarron is not strong enough to rob anything he sees.

"From now on, the mining and smelting of magic iron ore will be left to you. I only have one request, that is, the output! Whether it is ore or smelted magic iron!"

Sarron raised his head and looked down at Vickers in front of him.

"Yes!" Vickers said ecstatically, and then walked out humbly step by step.

Misa didn't say a word throughout the whole process, but she was a little curious about Sarron's use of a goblin.

"Misa, these magic irons are given to you. It should be enough to make two daggers!" Sarron said.

"Ah! Thank you, Lord Sarron!" Misa's two rabbit ears jumped.

SarronI know that this is a sign of her happiness.

You can tell what Misa is thinking by looking at her ears. If they droop, she is sad or depressed.

If they jump up and down like now, she is so happy.

"It's a pity that there is no powerful forging master, so I can only use magic to polish it myself!" Misa looked at the magic iron in her hand.

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"Captain Walker, what should we do? The magic iron ore vein has been mined by these guys!"

Behind a bush next to the magic iron vein, Walker and his team looked at the goblins and kobolds who were constantly mining the ore with grim faces.

"Let's go back and report to Lord Tarom. Now we have no way to deal with these guarding forest trolls!" Walker made a prompt decision.

Their reconnaissance mission has almost been completed.

Some remains of the slave-hunting group were also found, which should be done by the forest trolls.

The enemy who can wipe out the slave-hunting group is not something they can deal with.

Several people quietly left here under the cover of the bushes.

After a few hours of fast forward movement, several people met Tarom in a camp.

"Lord Tarom, the slave-hunting group has been wiped out, and the magic iron ore vein has also been occupied by the forest trolls!"

Walker told Tarom all the information he had obtained.

Tarom on the side took a sip of wine and felt the sweetness in his mouth.

"That means the information about the magic iron ore vein is correct!"

"Yes, Lord Tarom! The reserves of the vein are very rich!" Walker said.

"The strength of the forest trolls should not be so strong!"

Tarom put down the wine glass and said.

Their family had encountered the warriors of the forest trolls.

At that time, the strength shown by the forest trolls was very strong, but it was far from enough to kill their own slave-hunting group after the entire orc tribe was wiped out.

"Lord Tarom, do you want your subordinates to take people to test the opponent's strength!" Walker suggested.

"No need. We, the Voltan family, must get the vein. No matter what hidden means the forest trolls have, we must get it!" Tarom's eyes were as fierce as a wolf.

If it was anything else, it would be fine, but this vein of magic iron ore is of great significance to the Voltan family.

"But with only more than a hundred of us..." Walker hesitated.

Tarom glanced at Walker, "I know what you mean. No matter how strong the forest trolls are, our manpower is indeed not enough to deal with them. I will ask the family to send support!"

"Not just the family guards!"

"This time, the Brutal Shield will also take action!"

"Brutal Shield!" Walker's eyes were solemn.

I didn't expect the family to attach so much importance to it, and the Brutal Shield would also take action!