mijobooks Chapter 55 Dragonborn
Chapter 55 Dragonborn
The snowflakes that rushed towards him made Thor squint involuntarily. Watching Leilia's retreating figure as she went into the tent alone, he couldn't help but grit his teeth.
Sure enough, none of the colorful dragons were good people; they were all selfish, stingy, and petty, including themselves.
Before long, the biting cold became unbearable for him. Only when he slightly unfolded the folded wings on his back, covering his entire body like two red seashells, did he barely feel a trace of warmth.
Although the low temperature here wouldn't cause any real harm to Thor, his body's instinctive aversion still made him eager to get rid of the current environment. So he looked at the dragonborn beside him through the gap between his two wings.
This is a humanoid intelligent creature, generally over two meters tall and weighing two to three hundred kilograms.
Their ferocious heads looked almost exactly like those of dragons, and their bodies were covered with a tough skin and azure scales.
This can be considered the most outstanding servant of the true dragon. Not only does it possess high intelligence and loyalty, but it also inherits the true dragon's great strength and is capable of handling almost any task.
The only drawback is that the cost of converting a dragonborn is too high—it requires a true dragon to give up a certain amount of blood essence and magic power, plus various magical materials and complicated rituals as assistance.
If too many dragon descendants are transformed, the true dragon itself may even experience a decrease in bloodline concentration and a permanent reduction in strength.
Thor, in any case, has no intention of personally converting into a Dragonborn until he obtains a template of a monster with super regenerative abilities, such as Nergigante.
I never expected that old man Stormfang would be so bold. There are more than eight Dragonborn appearing in front of Thor at this moment. I wonder what price he paid.
But after a closer look, the hint of amazement in his eyes quickly turned into disdain.
These creatures not only lack wings and tails, but their scales are not pure azure; they are mixed with other colors, clearly indicating that they are offspring of dragons and other creatures.
If the offspring of a true dragon, or the offspring of a true dragon and other creatures, can be called dragon people, then the offspring of a dragon person and an ordinary creature can only be called half-dragon people, and beyond that, they can only be considered dragon-transformed creatures.
The first generation of dragon people, even without training, will have a challenge level of 10 or higher, as well as a long lifespan and a natural breath weapon upon reaching adulthood.
Their descendants will likely face at least half the challenge level upon reaching adulthood, and very few will inherit the dragon wings and breath abilities; their lifespan will also be significantly shortened.
If diluted for several more generations, they might even become like kobolds, with no trace of dragon blood within them.
According to Thor's observation, the dragonborn in front of him were at most half-dragons, unable to fly or breathe fire; they were just enhanced versions of lizardmen.
Soon, the other young dragons also realized this, and some of the blue dragons who were superior to these dragonborn beings showed a sense of superiority and contempt on their faces.
Verix seemed to want to show off his power, so he took a step forward, spread his wings, and spoke.
"Blue Dragon's servant, quickly prepare a comfortable nest for me. I've had enough of the wind and snow here."
However, the largest of the half-dragons shook its head and replied in a hoarse voice crackling with electricity.
"We serve the great Lord Stormfang, who has ordered us to temporarily obey Lady Leilia's commands. You have no right to order us around."
If you want a nest, there are plenty of trees in the nearby forest; you might be able to try building one yourself.
Upon hearing this, Verix flew into a rage, completely unprepared for a group of bastards with only a thin layer of blue dragon blood to dare defy him.
"Damn it! How dare you disobey the orders of the great Verex! I will make you regret what you've done today!!"
The noise attracted Thor's attention, and he couldn't help but cast a look at the blue dragon hatchling as if it were an idiot.
But standing there in the wind and snow isn't a solution. They need to figure out how long they're going to stay there before deciding what kind of shelter to build.
He slightly spread the wings that were folded at his sides, his thick neck protruding from between the wings, and roared in a deep voice.
"Enough! Stop with the nonsense. I need to know why we're here and how long we're going to stay!"
The leading half-dragon looked at the tall red dragon cub before him and felt an invisible pressure from the fierce aura emanating from it. He immediately put away his previous contempt and his tone became serious.
"There was a small mithril vein at the end of the canyon, but it had already been occupied by a group of glacial dwarves before we discovered it."
They hid in the cramped mine shafts, using the terrain to withstand several waves of our attacks, so…”
After hearing only the beginning, Thor roughly understood what had happened—the blue dragons had their eyes on the Glacier Dwarves' treasure, but because they were too big to squeeze into the narrow mine, they had turned to the young dragons.
But this means that these young dragons must go deep underground, give up the powerful flying advantage of the real dragons, and fight those damned dwarves in close combat.
This situation seems to be more dangerous than Thor had imagined.
After listening to the whole story, he walked silently to the open space next to the camp.
Regardless, let's build the nest first. Finding the treasures of the glacier dwarves in the complex mines won't be a quick task.
After choosing a spot, Thor took a deep breath and felt as if a huge block of ice had been stuffed into his chest and abdomen.
However, it was only a moment later that the abundant magic power within him ignited the cold air, turning it into rolling waves of flame that spewed out from the corners of his split mouth.
The snow on the ground melted, and the frozen soil, which was as hard as steel, softened.
Before the soil could freeze again, Thor quickly moved his two front paws and burrowed into the ground like a giant groundhog.
In such cold weather, even the thickest buildings will leak air; only by going deep underground can one be insulated from the continuous chill.
He plans to dig more than ten meters underground first, then fill it with wood to create a fire pit.
Anyway, the Red Dragon isn't afraid of high temperatures, and it won't get choked by the smoke. It'll be absolutely comfortable once the temperature rises.
The only problem is that the timber will likely be consumed quickly, even though there are oil-rich coniferous forests nearby, we still have to brave the cold winds to cut them down.
Thinking of this, Solton immediately stopped digging, lifted his mud-covered head out of the deep pit, and turned to look at Sistana and Kalp not far away.
"You two fools! Come here! Our great brother has taken pity on you and will allow you to stay in the same cave with me this time."