Chapter 22 The Fish That Escaped the Net (Seeking monthly votes and to continue reading)

The spider spirit was killed by the small fireball, and Groz trembled violently, suffering a severe backlash.

Before Galos could notice it, it scrambled into the alchemy workshop, clutching the communication stone with trembling paws, trying to activate it and communicate with the caravan.

Bang!

The roof of the workshop was suddenly ripped off, revealing the night sky above.

And there was the red iron dragon, its eyes lowered, gazing coldly and dangerously.

Galos saw the communication stone in Groz's hand.

Fortunately, the rune above did not light up; it had not yet been activated.

"Great dragons, I offer you everything, please forgive me."

Groz trembled as he uttered a few broken words in dragon language, begging Garos for mercy.

Thick flames responded to it, engulfing its hideous body covered in pustules, and burning the communication stone in its hand to charcoal almost instantly.

Garros flew low over the goblin tribe, exhaling a burst of fiery dragon breath.

The raging flames quickly engulfed the Rock-Eating Tribe. The lizard heads hanging on the vines were charred and cracked, and the entire tribe was turned into a sea of ​​fire. Not a single goblin escaped.

Bright firelight illuminated the night, and the goblin tribe was reduced to ashes.

Soaring and circling in the night sky.

Garos gazed at the flames below, feeling a burning pain in his throat—a consequence of prolonged dragon breath. Young dragons' breaths are short-lived, but the duration of his single burst of flames far exceeded that of a normal young dragon.

"The alchemical tools on this planet are too advanced. I must be extra cautious when dealing with intelligent races."

Galos thought about it seriously.

In the past, when alchemy skills were not advanced, only noble spellcasters or a few extremely expensive magical items were able to transmit messages over long distances.

But now.

Even a small goblin tribe has alchemical tools like communication stones.

You can use it even if you don't know magic.

The level of alchemy on this planet far surpasses the technology of the world Garros lived in before; they've even built spaceships capable of exploring the universe.

"That last goblin could speak dragon language, which is quite rare."

Groz's final plea for mercy actually surprised Galos a little.

A goblin who speaks dragon language, and is also a shaman. He seems to know some alchemy, is quite intelligent, and has some value.

At the very least.

By taking it as a follower, Garus can make it attack him with shamanic magic, thus increasing his resistance to such attacks. Its considerable intelligence also makes it suitable for command.

However, Garus ultimately unleashed his dragon breath without hesitation.

He didn't want to waste his own life essence by using Dragon Vein Transformation on the goblins at the cost of delaying his own development, nor did he possess any spell-like skills that enslaved creatures, so he couldn't guarantee the goblins' loyalty.

Unlike most monsters and ferocious beasts.

Goblins are intelligent beings, cunning and shrewd.

If loyalty cannot be guaranteed, they might betray you.

Moreover, no matter how special it is, it is ultimately just a goblin, which is dispensable to Garos and not important.

Galos blinked, flapped his dragon wings, and disappeared into the clouds in the night sky, as if he had already left.

About two hours later.

The Biting Tribe was reduced to ashes, with only a few embers still burning.

Cough cough cough!

A skinny goblin covered in dust crawled out from a barely noticeable crack in the ground, its dark face filled with fear and hatred.

The tribe was destroyed.

All the tribesmen were killed.

The hatred in its heart was etched deep within, and even fear could not overshadow the burning hatred in its eyes.

Staggering, he stepped out from the edge of the wall, now reduced to ashes. In his thin heart, he swore that he carried the hatred of all his people on his shoulders, and that no matter the cost, even if it meant selling his soul to the devil, he would avenge the damned dragons.

That's what I was thinking.

Suddenly, he felt a warmth on his back.

It felt as if the breath of some enormous creature was landing on me.

His steps froze, and the skinny goblin slowly turned around, his movements slow and stiff, like a machine that had been rusted for decades.

The black and red dragon scales rose in layers, making it look as if a dragon cast in steel had appeared before it.

"Oh, so there were some who managed to slip through the net."

Snap!

Garros brought down a claw and smashed the skinny goblin to pieces.

After checking again and confirming that there were no survivors in the goblin tribe, he picked up the mangled remains of the giant-armed miner and soared into the sky, flying back towards Hemlock Hills.

Not long after.

A ray of sunlight pierced through the clouds and shone on the huge rock slabs on the hill.

Galus lay there, his claws scratching at a somewhat twisted, spherical object with many tubes inserted into its surface.

"My dear brother, what is this?"

Samantha blinked curiously and asked.

Thanks to the food replenishment and a good night's rest, the injuries on its dragon wings improved, and its previously listless spirit gradually returned.

"The engine of the alchemical golem."

This is the only thing still intact on the giant-armed miner.

Galos picked up the alchemy engine and examined it closely.

It was very rudimentary, with a frame cast from pig iron. The engraved runes were not smooth enough, and all the rivet points retained the dents of the forging hammer. The seams were not polished, revealing black rust patterns formed by oxidation. The unplated gear set meshed directly, and when it was pulled and turned, it made a sharp noise similar to grinding teeth.

You can tell.

This is a poorly made, low-quality alchemy engine.

Even so, it can still support the operation of a giant, eight-meter-high mining arm.

In a ground battle, a young dragon like Samantha might not necessarily be able to defeat the Giant Arm Miner.

"There is some alchemical knowledge in the inheritance, but it needs to be learned by oneself, and it is very profound and cannot be mastered overnight."

Galos thought to himself.

On the planet Bernardo, alchemy flourished only in the last few hundred years. The Dragon's Legacy doesn't contain much alchemical knowledge, nor much experience.

Learning alchemy is very demanding in terms of both mental and time.

After weighing his options for a while, Galos shook his head slightly and gave up on his plan to learn alchemy.

Alchemy could not be translated into combat power for a long time and could not effectively help Garos's survival, and he did not want to rely too much on external things.

In this world where alchemy is highly developed.

Galos will not refuse to use alchemical tools, nor does he intend to delve deeply into alchemy.

However, mastering alchemy can indeed provide many conveniences.

"Well, it's not necessarily necessary to master it yourself. To be more precise, as long as there's an alchemist around, you can reap the benefits of alchemy, such as smelting ores, black oil, and crafting alchemical tools."

He glanced at Samantha and grinned.

Is there something on my face?

Samantha tilted her head and stuck out her tongue to lick the fine scales on her face.

"Samantha, do you want countless treasures and to one day become the richest red dragon?"

Galos asked with a gentle expression.

Red dragons are pure fire-elemental, making them suitable for learning alchemy. Moreover, they possess considerable magical talent, and with enough dedication and study, they are bound to achieve profound mastery in alchemical magic.

"Of course! This is one of my lifelong pursuits!"

Samantha's eyes lit up, and her tail wagged excitedly.

(End of this chapter)