Under the Red Dragon

Faint lights glowed like torches, and the dark sea seemed to sleep peacefully in the night.

The masts of the ships docked in the harbor and the eaves hanging like crescent moons cast a hazy light as the ships gently swayed, cutting through the darkness. Light and darkness divided the world at the edge of the harbor.

But even in the dark night, there were still scattered sparks from fishing boats drifting on the angry sea, like the only warmth in the darkness, particularly conspicuous in the harbor.

Ships laden with catches were docked on one side of the harbor, and some of the big fish market dealers were still bargaining with the suppliers to select particularly valuable species of fish.

The fishermen on these ships were not the daytime fishermen, but some particularly brave and hardworking night fishers.

The sea is full of dangers, especially for ordinary people.

A slightly larger storm can capsize the boats of ordinary people, destroying the ships and killing the people. Not to mention the sea monsters and ferocious species in the sea that they might accidentally encounter.

But the world is never short of creatures who struggle for their families and for the future. They are also afraid of danger, they are also afraid of hardship, and they are also afraid of death.

However, in their ordinary and fragile lives, there are always some things that give them unparalleled courage and perseverance, allowing them to stand firm in the wind and rain, and their shoulders can bear ten thousand jun.

Perhaps in the territories of other nobles, those night fishers would worry about their labor being exploited by those nobles after the harvest.

There is no animal or beast in the world that needs to spend most of its time foraging for food to solve the problem of food and clothing. Even in the extremely cold frostlands of the north, such a beast cannot be found.

And many of the people in those noble territories live even worse than a wild dog on the prairie.

But in this cold and windy harbor, these night fishers were all smiling, filled with the satisfaction of their harvest.

Because in the Golden Empire, hard work can indeed lead to wealth!

The night fishers use their hard work to specialize in catching fish species that are active at night in the sea.

These fish species are often in short supply in the Empire's aquatic product market due to their activity patterns that do not conform to normal seasons, so each night fisher can obtain greater profits while bearing far greater risks than normal counterparts.

However, even in the night market, there were two Naga intern tax officials patrolling back and forth in the temporary trading market by the sea.

Under the will of the dragons, the Nagas began to try to integrate into the Empire's diversified racial system from a special perspective. These Naga tax intern officials in the seaside towns were only the first step in the Nagas' attempt.

At the suggestion of the Naga Queen, the Central Council of the Golden Empire began to consider incorporating the plan to dredge the entire underwater passage of the Northern Continent into their considerations.

The former Northern Sea Banshee King, the ancestor of the ogre giant Fafna, the ancient demigod three-headed sea monster Dicarytus, once ruled the waters of the Northern Sea for countless years.

Its underwater legion established a crisscrossing network of underwater tunnels under the Northern Continent, which covered most of the Northern Continent. This was also the capital that the Northern Sea Banshee Dicarytus once relied on to contend with the dragon legions that ruled the world.

Through the deep underwater passages, the Northern Sea Banshee's legions could appear at any time near the target area they wanted to attack and launch unexpected strikes.

The underwater vortex water eye occupied by the Naga of the Eternal Tide tribe is one of the strongholds left by the ancient demigod sea monster and a node in the underwater network transportation tunnel.

Through these vortex channel nodes, you can go to other tunnels.

Although not as fast as teleportation magic, with the help of ocean currents, the transport and transfer speed of the underwater legions is not inferior to that of the flying dragon legions galloping in the sky.

Moreover, unlike the large teleportation magic gates that require a lot of resources, these underwater networks are already a relatively mature product.

However, due to the death of the ancient sea monster demigod, countless years have passed.

Those underwater networks have also been unattended for many years, and most of them are in a state of blockage and dilapidation.

The Nagas also need to start this long-term work after the Empire's think tank considers and formulates a plan. Therefore, the number of trade ships from the goblin merchant groups in the Central Continent to and from the Golden Empire is gradually increasing.

Most of them are military trade orders, and the largest batch is the goblin magic submarines produced by the goblin merchant groups.

The Empire's research department put the first batch of goblin magic submarines into underwater operations, and then tried to replicate and improve its own underwater war machines based on the structural principles of the goblin submarines.

Because of the long-term cooperative relationship between Goblin Flash, the principal of the Dragon Merchant Group, and the goblin merchant groups in the Central Continent, the Empire has also become an investment and transaction target for many merchant groups in the Central Continent.

Therefore, in this night seaside market, you can occasionally see some principals of merchant groups and representatives of noble forces from the Central Continent.

However, those merchants and nobles came to the Golden Empire not only for pure resource trade cooperation, but also because of the Golden Empire's gradually mature cultural and entertainment industry chain.

The Empire has steadily ruled the Northern Wilderness for more than ten years, and commercial activities are booming. What follows is the rise of a thriving cultural and entertainment industry.

In the Empire's arena, the thousand-win undefeated laurel suspended above the dome all year round has never been摘取.

But as more and more strong men and warriors come to the Empire to challenge and train, the influence of this activity, which was originally not unique to the Empire, has expanded unprecedentedly.

Not only many slave owners, merchant groups, and nobles in the southern part of the Northern Continent sent their representatives, wanting to incorporate the Empire's industry into the system of these nobles, but also many big slave owners and chambers of commerce from other continents wanted to get a share of the pie.

Currently, Goblin Flash is discussing the dispute over dominance with the representatives of those forces. In Goblin Flash's plan, if you want the Empire's related industries to join the system of those nobles, you must occupy the final dominance.

That is, let the arenas in other regions select the strongest gladiators to have the qualifications to step onto the highest gladiatorial stage of the Golden Empire and compete with the strong men from all over the world.

In addition to the feast of gladiatorial combat, the horse race held by the former Black Dragon Lord Rosani has also become an activity project supported and competed by those nobles.

Not only is there pure horse racing, but also knightly competitions. This kind of gambling activity brings an elegant stimulation to those nobles.

There is also the Dragon Card Conference held by the head of the Empire's Cultural Propaganda Department, the Red Copper Dragon Lord Alfred, and the little elf Raven every year, which has also become one of the pillars of the Empire's cultural industry.

Even the Empire's opera culture will summarize and elect the most popular opera every year, as a grand ceremony for cultural promotion.

These seemingly ordinary methods can make ordinary cultural industries have particularly fierce competitiveness as long as they are added to the name of comparison.

It is also because of such methods that the culture of the Golden Empire has gradually become a means of cultural intrusion and ideological colonization. Those nobles covet these fat cakes, and what the Golden Empire covets is something even fatter.

Just like those nobles and merchant groups come for the wealth of the Empire, but on the territory of the Empire, the wealth they bring will also bring more active economic vitality to the Empire.

"Wow, this giant rock king grouper is eight feet long, comparable to some ferocious species," a merchant group's agent stood on the shore, selecting a suitable meeting gift for the Empire official he was about to curry favor with.

Wealth is an object of comparison in any place, but in the Golden Empire, the things compared here from top to bottom are quite strange.

Either strange monsters and uniquely shaped beasts, or special-sized pets. This is influenced by the behavior of the dragons that rule the Empire.

An eight-foot-long ordinary giant rock king grouper, not a ferocious species, is especially rare, and can sell for at least dozens of gold coins in the Empire's fishing market.

For diners, this kind of price is expensive and superficial, but for showing off, such a price is normal.

A night fisher with a slightly thin figure and dark skin was talking to the other fishermen. Hearing that the guest in front of him was interested, he couldn't help but turn around and rubbed his hands, happily saying: "This guest has good eyesight. Such a giant rock king grouper is very rare among ordinary fish."

"But I squatted on the sea for several nights before luring this king grouper to the hook. If you can give a suitable price, I don't have to wait for those dealers and sell it directly to you."

As soon as the fisherman's voice fell, the fishmonger who was still bargaining in the distance suddenly became anxious. That guy took his partner and trot two steps, jumping directly onto the fisherman's small boat and shouting: "Oh, I remember you. Your name is Uro. We are old acquaintances in the transaction."

"You can't do this. Besides, it's still early in the night. What are you in such a hurry for?"

"According to the previous rules, you can register with me before going out to sea to fish. With the Empire's supervisors here, are you still afraid that I will swallow your fish?"

The agent from the Central Continent merchant group frowned secretly and patted his leather robe, which was splashed with saliva, with some disgust.

The fisherman named Uro shook his head. "I've been lucky enough and don't plan to fish at night anymore. The harvest of this fish is enough for me to accumulate some capital. I plan to sell this fish and stop engaging in this dangerous industry."

"Life is like this. Eight points of life are determined by fate. No matter how rich you are, you only eat three meals a day."

The fishmonger knew that this lucky young man was a freeman who had just immigrated to the Golden Empire from other places. Because of his diligence and bravery, he had caught precious fish species several times in a row.

If these retail fishermen did not have the ability to send the fish they caught to other areas of the Empire, it would not be the turn of these fishmongers to profit from the organized fishing guild.

This young man has already earned nearly twenty gold coins from his hands.

Don't look down on these twenty gold coins. They are insignificant in the eyes of those rich people, perhaps just the money for a breakfast.

But in the hands of ordinary families, twenty gold coins can allow a family of three to live a worry-free and well-off life for several years if they live normally.

The fishmonger smiled and patted the young fisherman Uro on the shoulder and said, "It seems that you, kid, have found your love here. It's good to quit this industry for the future of your family. After all, the money you earn is enough to do some small business."

"Well, considering that you and I are familiar, I will increase the price I give you this time by one-third. It can also be regarded as fulfilling the friendship between you and me."

Uro smiled and scratched his head. "Actually, it's not that I found love. The world of the poor is without any color, but after arriving in the Empire, I realized that the world of the poor can also have bright colors."

"In this place where the body and mind can be sheltered, no one cares about love. Only when the body and mind cannot be comforted will the value of love be particularly prominent."

"I just have a dream of becoming an opera writer," Uro smiled.

The agent of the merchant group from the Central Continent was quietly struck by a feeling. His tightly frowned brows were smoothed out, and he smiled softly: "I didn't expect that an ordinary fisherman in the Golden Empire could say such almost philosophical words. It seems that you must have received some good education."

Uro shyly shook his head. "I haven't received any education, but after coming to the Empire, I joined the Empire's adult literacy academy, and there are national libraries in every city of the Empire."

"As long as everyone abides by the rules of the library, they can enter the library and browse the knowledge they are interested in at will. I just read some books and figured out some superficial things myself."

The agent of the merchant group couldn't help but fall silent. In his eyes, the Golden Empire had become particularly terrifying.

But at this moment, the voices of the Nagas came, "Your Majesty!"

These people looked back and saw a group of figures vaguely coming in this direction from the avenue.

The dragonborn walking in the front was particularly conspicuous. He had returned to the true dragonborn form of his ancestral red dragon. The huge horns went straight to the top of the sky, the scales were dense, and the head and horns were ferocious. At first glance, it was an extremely powerful form.

Although Calon had reduced his normal seven-meter-high dragonborn form to about two meters in order to facilitate activities, he still looked daunting and feared.

The white dragon dragonborn on the side also fully demonstrated his characteristics. A pair of slender white dragon horns were like frost, and his face, claws, teeth, tail, and scales seemed to be filled with a chilling aura.

Even the membrane wings retracted on both sides of his body looked like sharp and wide blades forged from pale blue eternal ice.

The Lord of Shadows and the Elf King Anudale, who were following behind the two dragons, and the god-favored Naga Garun, who was further behind, were ignored instead.

In the harbor, there was a continuous sound of greetings. Each crew member, fisherman, and dealer put their hands on their chests and bowed their heads slightly and shouted: "Holy Emperor Gormora,"

"Holy Supreme Emperor!"

"Good night, Your Majesty!"

Calon waved his hand lightly to signal a response, eliciting some enthusiastic cheers.

These citizens of the Empire do not need to perform any great etiquette. The Empire expressly stipulates that there is no need to pay special respects to Empire officials and dragons in ordinary occasions when they are in the middle of official business.

However, Calon himself did not expect that he rarely showed up, and his image was usually high on the top of the mountain, not in contact with ordinary people.

As the supreme ruler of the Empire, possessing unimaginable majesty, and his face and form were so fierce and ferocious, he did not scare these mortals, but attracted more enthusiastic cheers.

Even a young fisherman frantically shouted from his boat, showing off his catch and loudly offering it to the red dragon for a taste.

This young fisherman had dark skin, and if the dragon's eyesight hadn't been so good, he might have completely disappeared into the darkness behind the lights, a natural shadow walker.

The fishmongers and merchant guild agents watched the zealous Uro with some concern, after all, Uro's impulsive charge towards the Emperor of the Empire was a matter of great importance.

But before the guards behind him could stop this madman, the white dragon Gamot gently waved his hand, signaling the soldiers not to be alarmed, because Caron had stopped, indicating some desire from the red dragon.

"Heh heh," Uro hopped and skipped, panting as he stopped in front of the ancient red dragon, and said nervously, "Your Majesty, my name is Uro. I caught a rare Stone King Grouper and want to offer it to you as a token of my esteem."

"You don't know, this eight-foot-long Stone King Grouper is a rare delicacy. Even a skilled and lucky night fisher like me needs to spend days to catch one…"

The dragon's naturally indifferent face made it difficult to discern Caron's expression, but the upturned corners of his mouth revealed the red dragon's thoughts.

Caron gazed at the bold and brave youth before him. Although the young man was somewhat afraid of his appearance, he still stood tall before him, proudly showing off his catch and trying to convince him to accept his gift.

Although in the eyes of the dragon, such a catch, no matter how precious, was just an occasional snack. If Caron expressed his liking for this type of fish, the kitchen would be filled with this ordinary stuff every day.

However, what was ordinary to the dragon was an extremely precious thing to this dark-skinned youth.

So Caron's voice became gentler. He chuckled and asked, "Although this is your intention, the Dragon Empire does not value such things. Tell me, how much is this catch worth? I will buy it."

Uro shyly shook his head, looked up at the red dragon's dark golden eyes, and mustered his courage to say, "Wouldn't that be the same as a transaction? I want to offer Your Majesty the most precious thing I have caught, simply out of my respect and gratitude. If I hadn't come to the Golden Empire, I might have already died as a wanderer."

Caron nodded and smiled, "Then let's not trade, let's make an exchange. Tell me what your ideals or wishes are. Your precious gift deserves a precious return."

Uro scratched his head and said in a low voice, "My dream is to become a great opera creator, creating great works like those written by the Copper Dragon Lord Alfred, 'Beauty and the Beast,' 'Romeo and Juliet,' 'Pride and Prejudice,' etc."

"Of course, this is just my dream. I dare not hope that I can become such a great creator!"

The corners of Caron's mouth turned up high, after all, although the copper dragon Alfred was good at telling stories, he was mostly just a porter.

"Having a dream is a good thing. I won't give you special treatment, but I can give you an opportunity," Caron smiled, "The Imperial National Opera House should still lack some stagehands and prompters. They are not important positions, but you can learn something. Future development depends on your personal talent and effort."

Uro was so happy that he almost jumped up. He murmured, "How can this be, how can this be? Thank you so much for your help, Your Majesty!"

The young fisherman wanted to refuse the ancient red dragon's exchange, but he couldn't make up his mind immediately.

There was no need to speculate too much about the thoughts of mortals, because everyone was not simply one-sided, but complex and three-dimensional.

Caron waved his hand, smiled, patted the brave young man on the shoulder, and gave the young man a piece of advice.

"Remember your dream today, kid. Whenever you want to give up on your dream, you need to think,"

"Every today that you waste is the tomorrow that the dead of yesterday desperately longed for, and the present that you cannot endure is the past that the future you can never return to."

"We can never be younger than today. I hope to see your work performed in the opera house in my country in the future."

The young Uro looked at the departing figure and shouted loudly, "Your Majesty, I will try my best!"

The people around looked enviously at the lucky and brave young man, after all, not everyone dared to rush to the front of the dragon, even if the dragons of the Golden Empire were different from other dragons.

The Lord of the Shadowfell, Sharos, and the Dark Elf King Anudalia looked at the ancient red dragon's back thoughtfully.

The Dragon Emperor of the Golden Empire had a completely different attitude towards the outside world and towards the inside. He practiced kingship within the empire, but appeared extremely domineering to the outside world.

Even when facing two legendary powerhouses, this ancient red dragon would not tolerate provocation.

Sharos echoed the scene just now, thinking of a sentence that mortals often used to praise others, 'Having a tiger in the heart, sniffing the rose carefully'.

The brief battle between the ancient red dragon and Anudalia was not only to prevent provocation, but also to clarify the dominance after the conclusion of the alliance.

Although Anudalia could not physically match the ancient red dragon, the strength of this legendary Dark Elf King was not that simple.

It looked like he was seriously injured by the ancient red dragon, but it was just a compromise made by Anudalia to achieve his own goals, just like the ancient red dragon mercilessly scooped out Anudalia with his dragon claws.

For his own purposes, Anudalia could even place his body in the claws of the ancient red dragon, just to appease the ancient red dragon's superficial anger, and the meaning behind it was the transfer of dominance.

Sharos couldn't help but shake her head.

Many people outside were saying that the Dragon Emperor of the Golden Empire was not a real dragon, but an alien dragon inhabited by some evil soul, not considered to be of those dragons' bloodline.

But perhaps for this Dragon Emperor, his actions did not need to be recognized by others. This red dragon was a standard in itself.

For Caron, he didn't think that dragons should be what others defined them to be. Could only being like beasts be called dragons?

Could the dragons judged in the mouths of others be called real dragons? He insisted on using his own standards to define the definition of a true dragon.

Caron felt that such a dragon was worthy of being called a true dragon.

Taking himself as the standard and becoming the standard of others, only those with such courage could ultimately obtain the vitality that he should have.

Not only in the dragon group did the saying of true dragons based on the High Gomorrah dragon group begin to appear, but even in some small countries in the Western Continent that Sharos knew about, they also began to use the Dragon Emperor of the Golden Empire as the standard.

Power, courage, and wisdom possessed at the same time were called a true king, and the kings of those small countries were also called the appearance of a true dragon.

In a country's records that Sharos read about the kingdom's turmoil, the old emperor who had established great achievements and expanded the territory was compared to an evil dragon.

"The emperor in his later years had completely turned into an evil dragon hovering over the kingdom, guarding his greatest treasure with his aging and huge body—his reputation."

"Anyone who tried to touch the treasure would be devoured by this former true dragon, even his most beloved person."

"The evil dragon transformed from the true dragon devoured the flesh and blood of the people, nourishing the old emperor's eternal ambition. When this evil dragon discovered that his most beloved child was about to become the new true dragon, the monsters under the evil dragon immediately pounced on the former high-ranking successor of the kingdom."

"The old evil dragon chuckled and spit out dragon flames, burning the ugly earth to ashes, and finally shed a few cold crocodile tears."

The short ten years or so of the true dragon was the generational change among those mortals. Sharos couldn't help but feel a certain curiosity about the future Aikaneia. She didn't know what this unique dragon in front of her would turn the future Aikaneia into.

The future had not truly arrived, and the destination had been reached.

The Elf King Anudalia and the ancient red dragon stood side by side, looked at the main ship belonging to the Shadowfell, and chuckled softly, "Here we are, Your Majesty High Gomorrah. This is the Drow elves' greeting gift to the Golden Empire. It may not be precious enough, but it is a special product of the Underdark. Maybe you will like it!"

Click, click, click, the huge main ship's cabin slowly opened, and several Drow warriors stood on both sides of the cabin, holding weapons, to prevent the possible impact of those dwarves in the cabin.

Caron looked at the crowded space in the cabin, which was a special creature, and also a unique race in the Underdark - the Gray Dwarves.

The Gray Dwarves are a mutated branch of the surface dwarves, descendants of dwarves who have lived in the Underdark for centuries and have changed.

After generations of changes, the Gray Dwarves absorbed the wonderful magical energy of the dark realm in the Underdark, and because of the invasion of the Mind Flayers in the past, the Gray Dwarves were used as experimental subjects for experimental transformation, and the mutated blood source was passed down from generation to generation.

Therefore, the entire Gray Dwarf race has the talent of psionic power.

Moreover, the Gray Dwarves' strong adaptability allowed them to obtain the talents of invisibility spells and enlargement and shrinking spells during the blood source mutation process.

Therefore, the Gray Dwarves can be regarded as one of the most powerful races in the Underdark.

The Gray Dwarves in the Underdark are also the Drow elves' nemesis. The two often fight wars. This group of Gray Dwarves are prisoners captured by the Dark Elf King Anudalia in the war, a total of three thousand adult Gray Dwarf warriors.

The cabin was completely opened, and the Gray Dwarves with their hands bound immediately became restless. These evil Gray Dwarves did not have a good temper. Even as prisoners, they were loudly insulting the damn Drow elves in the common language of the Underdark.

Occasionally, a few words of abyssal purgatory language were mixed in.

But what appeared in front of these Gray Dwarves was not the Drow elves that the Gray Dwarves hated, but a dragonborn, a dragonborn who looked especially tyrannical.

"Damn Drow elves, did you sell us to this guy? Get out, dragonborn, if you dare to buy us, we will kill you after we gain our freedom, peel off your skin, dry it and make it into our leather coats."

A particularly tall Gray Dwarf with a strange appearance spewed out insults and wantonly insulted the dragonborn in front of him.

This Gray Dwarf was taller and thinner than other Gray Dwarf compatriots, a full one meter eight tall, which was definitely a big guy among the Gray Dwarves.

The bald head had thick gray whiskers with red stripes, and the rust-colored skin exuded heat that could be clearly felt by mortals, and the ends of the rough fingers were fierce sharp claws.

Caron exclaimed in surprise: "Duergar?"

The so-called Duergar is a bloodline variant among the Gray Dwarves, a half-infernal creature, a product of the cross between devils and Gray Dwarves.

Many devils in hell can be compared with the dragons of the material plane in this regard. There will always be some creatures in the material world with strong bloodline potential that will be seduced by the devils in hell, thus giving birth to the devil's mixed-blood offspring.

Duergar are the leaders and most powerful warriors of the Gray Dwarves who have inherited the bloodline of the devil.

"Your Majesty High Gomorrah really has rich knowledge and can easily recognize the origin of this Gray Dwarf," the Elf King Anudalia walked up and chuckled softly, "I hope Your Majesty will like our Drow elves' gift."

Caron nodded and smiled: "A very good gift, I accept your Drow elves' friendship,"

"I hope our alliance can be as long-lasting as the unchanging mountains, but I have one more request."

"Please speak," Anudalia showed a smile.

"I will not participate in your war with the Elf Kingdom, but when the war reaches the last moment, if the Elf Kingdom cannot resist your offensive, I need you to retreat when you see the Imperial Royal Flag!"

Caron ignored the many Gray Dwarves' cries in the cabin, turned his head, and stared at the Elf Anudalia.

"I will save the last bloodline of the Elf Kingdom. Of course, out of respect for our allies, if you have any needs in the future, the Golden Empire will also respect the ideas and wishes of our allies."

The alliance between countries and civilizations is not a simple relationship, not to mention that Caron has not formally concluded an alliance with the Elf Kingdom.

But now Caron already has plans. The Elf Kingdom, which has been peaceful for many years and is addicted to enjoyment, may need to be spurred by the Drow elves to unleash its former potential.

As long as the Golden Empire seizes the opportunity and intervenes in the final mediation, it can reap the fruits it deserves, but this undoubtedly requires Anudalia's consent.

Anudalia stared deeply at the dragonborn in front of him and said, "I have heard that the Emperor of the Golden Empire has never failed to fulfill his promises, and those elves are not worth mentioning compared to your promise."

Caron showed a smile, turned his head, and looked at the angry Gray Dwarves.

The dragonborn's body instantly swelled, bright red scales appeared on the skin, and huge fangs and thick horns showed a ferocious posture. In an instant, the true body of the ancient red dragon appeared in front of the Gray Dwarves.

Huff, huff, huff,

In the crowded cabin, only the heavy breathing of the ancient red dragon and the rapid heartbeats of the Gray Dwarves remained.

The door of the cabin was completely occupied by the huge red dragon's head, and the air currents from the dragon's breathing washed over the faces and bodies of the Gray Dwarves, making these Gray Dwarves seem to be blown by a strong wind.

These gray dwarves even felt that a single fang of this dragon was much taller than themselves.

When those dark golden pupils fixed on the gray dwarves, those being stared at were already imagining what colors the afterlife would be in their minds.

"Hmm?"

Karon uttered a brief, doubtful sound, deep and terrifying.

For these evil races, Karon didn't need to consider their thoughts or consciousness; as long as they didn't want to die, these races would figure it out themselves.

Even if these gray dwarves weren't good at it, it didn't matter, because the gray dwarves who weren't good at it would die.

So Karon slowly opened his upper jaw, and beneath the scales on his chest, a dense stream of fire was faintly brewing with the aura of deathly destruction.

Karon hadn't expected that these gray dwarves weren't unruly, but rather somewhat stunned by his presence.

But when Karon made a breathing motion, Durzagon in front of him finally came back to his senses, and he fell face down on the deck, his head hitting the wooden planks with a dull thud.

"Greetings to you, noble dragon!"

"Hmm!" Karon grunted a brief word, his terrifying gaze sweeping over the other gray dwarves.

The rest of the gray dwarves then reacted, following Durzagon's example, prostrating themselves, burying their heads deeply into the ground.

"Greetings to you, great dragon!"

These gray dwarves were showing the chromatic dragon their attitude of submission.

This scene made Anudel, the King of the Dark Elves, somewhat envious.

Gray dwarves are fanatical racial supremacists, detesting all other races, cruel and evil.

But even if the gray dwarves are evil, compared to chromatic dragons, they are insignificant.

Therefore, gray dwarves also have a natural connection with chromatic dragons, and only chromatic dragons can easily tame these gray dwarves; even the legendary Drow elf Anudel cannot do this.

Anudel had once wanted to subdue these gray dwarves, but had experienced countless rebellions, which had nothing to do with strength, but was more about racial ideology and thought.

"Very good," Karon said in a low voice, "You may now live!"