Chapter 157 Ultra-High-Speed Regeneration and Hardening, Mind Sorcerer
The sunset glowed in layers, like a magnificent ink painting on the sky. The scales of two young dragons, gleaming with the sunset light, seemed to be conversing.
"Unclaimed grey magnetite? Not a bad find."
Galos said, “With this iron ore, we will have leverage to start a trade. Send warband units to garrison it, and let the kobolds be in charge of mining; they are the best miners.”
He paused, then added, "Bring all the Korra giant eagles over for aerial surveillance."
The adjacent lands were not as fertile as the wilderness, so Galus attached great importance to the first discovery of grey magnetite.
To conduct maritime trade on Estonia's major rivers, relying solely on hunting materials such as animal horns and furs is insufficient. The most important factor is the availability of valuable mineral veins that can be continuously mined.
in addition.
The Nick Caravan will be back soon.
The caravan, having received new information from the Ironclad Clan, will change its route and travel by waterway via the Estonian River, and the Red Iron Dragon has not forgotten Nick's request for an audience.
The Ironforge clan migrated to the borderlands to start anew, a time when they desperately needed all kinds of resources.
The alchemy equipment, manuals, and blueprints requested last time are also very important, as they relate to the development of the Ironforge clan's alchemy industry.
"I will handle the mining and extraction of the ore vein."
Iron Dragon Sorog nodded, his gaze falling on Garros, and said, "Garos, but you, my dear brother, have you undergone another mutation?"
He was referring to the thorns on Garus's body.
After settling in Dragon Valley and spending another month there, Garos's Thorns have now evolved.
The hardened, dark brown thorns of varying sizes, especially concentrated on Garros's back, neck, arm armor, and shoulders, gleamed with a chilling light and looked extremely dangerous.
"Come and experience it."
Galos spoke to the curious Iron Dragon, slightly turning his body to expose his shoulder, indicating that Iron Dragon should attack his shoulder.
"I am coming."
Iron Dragon gave a reminder, then raised its claws and slapped at the area with the densest thorns on Garros's shoulder.
Clang!
Sparks flew as the thorns and claws rubbed together.
The Iron Dragon bared its teeth and quickly retracted its claws. Looking down, it was astonished to find that its hard claws were actually pierced by fine and sharp thorns, from which ooze strands of dragon blood.
These thorns were so strong and sharp that they could pierce a dragon's claws!
Dragons generally have spines.
The dragon's spikes are denser and sharper than those of the metal dragon.
However, these thorns are far less sharp than dragon claws and less hard than scales, so they don't actually serve much purpose on dragons. They mainly serve an aesthetically pleasing effect for the dragon's taste.
Galus's thorns were more than just aesthetically pleasing.
Even with the hardness of the Iron Dragon's claws, it was still scratched, which is like a sharp blade, and at the level of a divine weapon.
Grinning and gasping, Iron Dragon looked up at Garros's shoulder.
Then something even more unexpected happened.
The broken thorns began to regenerate at an astonishing speed visible to the naked eye, growing back in just a few breaths. Moreover, their color was completely unlike that of newly formed thorns, a sight that sent chills down one's spine.
"It can regenerate?!"
Tie Long looked on with envy and asked, "Garos, how did you do that? I admit that the intensity of your training is beyond my reach, but this is something that can't be achieved by training alone."
Exercise can make thorns harder.
But to reach the point where it can pierce Iron Dragon's hand? And regenerate? That's a pipe dream.
"The mutations resulting from my mixed heritage, and my consistent exercise."
Galos attributed the cause to his mixed heritage and exercise.
He changed the subject and asked, "Sorrog, have you decided which career to choose first?"
Tie Long nodded and said, "Mind mage, I plan to become a mind mage."
Galos was somewhat surprised; he had thought that Iron Dragon would prefer warrior-type classes.
"With you in the combat, that's enough, and the Mind Mage also possesses considerable combat skills," Iron Dragon said. "Most importantly, this class allows me to better manage the territory and command my followers."
The three Ignas brothers now have a very clear division of labor.
Galos is the leader, the symbol of the strongest. Once he takes action, any difficulty or desperate situation will be easily resolved.
Sorog is a minister who is extremely skilled at managing all matters of the clan, which is why he chose the profession of psionicist. Samantha is in charge of alchemical logistics, which is not very important now, but as the clan grows, the alchemical industry will become indispensable.
"Your mind and will are stronger than those of an ordinary iron dragon."
"I believe you are capable of taking the job."
Galos smiled and said.
There are requirements to becoming a mind warlock; one needs to awaken psychic abilities through meditation. Meditation is a tedious and boring process, and Samantha would definitely not be able to sit still, but Iron Dragon has the talent for it.
After exchanging words for a while,
Tie Long led several squads of his followers and flew towards the direction of the gray magnetite mine, intending to establish a base there first.
Galos continued to focus on himself.
He focused his mind on the thorns on his body, then violently swung his body.
Whoosh whoosh!
Thorns tore through the air, piercing deep into the surrounding soil, rocks, grass, and trees, like enchanted and alchemical arrows. Their range was extremely wide, and their destructive effect was stronger than the shattering of the Exploding Scales, and they could also strike unexpectedly.
"After Thorns evolves, I need Bazelgeuse's damage even less."
Garus thought to himself, and then summoned the dragon over again to 'step on his back'.
The dragons carefully avoided the area covered by the thorns and launched an attack on Garros's scales.
Under the attack of the flying dragon, Garus's scales gradually turned red. However, because he stopped midway time and time again, the rate at which the scales turned red slowed down significantly. But in the end, it would still overload and explode, and it would take time to gradually adapt and undergo a new evolution.
As night fell.
Iron Dragon Sorog led his retinue to the Grey Magnetite Mine.
Before they officially begin excavation, they need to build a simple camp here for the subsequent work.
Ogres, gnolls, war lizardmen, and others began setting up camps and constructing watchtowers and other living and defensive fortifications.
The kobolds, carrying pickaxes, followed behind the iron dragon, their small eyes gleaming cunningly in the moonlight.
The grey magnetite was located around a low hill. Sorog tapped the rock strata lightly with his claws, carefully closing his eyes to sense it.
“Here,” he pointed to a rock face, “we’ll start mining from here.”
The kobolds immediately sprang into action, the crisp sound of their steel pickaxes striking the rocks breaking the silence of the night.
Meanwhile, the giant eagles of Korla circled in the sky, their sharp eyes scanning the ground, occasionally letting out piercing cries to warn of any possible threat.
Under Tie Long's command, the establishment and mining of the grey magnetite ore were carried out in full swing.
And in the distance, among a forest of hardy pine trees.
Hidden in the shade of the tree canopy, Silvermane lowered his eagle-eye scope, his silvery-white mane standing on end slightly with tension.
“Those tall, strong ogres were clad in metal armor.”
He lowered his voice and said, "And those hyena riders and giant wolf riders, they all have excellent equipment. They don't seem like the kind of servants a young dragon could have."
Iron Hoof pawed at the ground uneasily and said, "What's even more troublesome are those giant eagles. With them patrolling the sky, it's very difficult for us to approach and attack silently."
The two exchanged a silent glance, both seeing hesitation in each other's eyes.
Iron Hoof suddenly grinned and said, "What, scared?"
Silvermane said, "I was just thinking that maybe Elvie is right."
He glanced at his busy retinue in the mine and mused, "This iron dragon is no ordinary creature."
Iron Hoof said, "Don't forget, whoever can settle things here first has a chance to become the clan leader. This Iron Dragon is a bit different, but he's not enough to make us afraid."
On the other side, Silvermane suggested, "Why don't we join forces to deal with Iron Dragon first, and then we can compete for the position of clan leader? In short, we can't let a mixed-blood become the clan leader."
Iron Hoof pondered for a moment, then nodded emphatically.
P.S.: From now on, intelligent beings will be referred to as "he" or "she," while non-intelligent ferocious beasts or semi-intelligent beings like the Violent Bear will use this term.
(End of this chapter)
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