Chapter 236 The Six-Armed Snake Woman, Her Heart Fluttering with Love - Iron King
Southern Atlanta, Kingdom of Lorthorn, Royal Palace.
"Gorton, what's gotten into you again?"
Princess Elena, wearing a gold and white crown and a moon-white long dress, pushed open the door and saw Fatty Iron Dragon constantly rolling up and getting up, exercising in a way that was unusual for him.
"How can a noble dragon rely on external things? I must at least be able to fly on my own."
Gorton recalled the Red Iron Dragon's enviable physique and posture, and slowly rolled over again. Its massive, heavy body pressed down on the ground, causing magical runes to light up.
"You're so cute being chubby like this, you don't need to diet."
Princess Elena stepped forward, patted Iron Dragon's plump belly, and said.
In her eyes, dragons with normal body shapes look somewhat ferocious, while the Iron Dragon Gorton looks just right, appearing harmless and cute.
"Okay, alright."
Feeling the soreness in his body and hearing Elena's words, Gordon collapsed to the ground, completely deflated.
"My mission is to please Elena and make her happy. She likes how I am now, so I must continue to maintain this. Yes, I am carrying this burden for the sacred and glorious cause of the dragons, not because I lack the determination to lose weight."
He thought to himself.
Elena leaned against the iron dragon with practiced ease, feeling the cool, metallic touch of its scales, and quietly began reading a magic book.
Gorton served as a chair and did not disturb the princess.
However, it wasn't long before Iron Dragon Gordon noticed that the princess was distracted and subconsciously tore a corner of the magic book.
"Elena, is something on your mind?"
Tie Long sensed the princess's anxiety and kindly inquired about it.
"The kingdom is in a period of turmoil, and I want to do my part for Lorthorn, but I am being protected like a porcelain doll."
Elena stretched out her palm, and with just a soft whisper, scorching flames ignited.
"My people may think I am a weak princess who is powerless and needs protection."
"But that's not actually the case. I have the blood of the Great Holy King flowing through my veins. I am a high-level spellcaster, proficient in the Evocation tree, which represents destruction and devastation."
"The magic I construct and cast can instantly end small-scale conflicts and wars, saving soldiers from bleeding."
She extinguished the magical flames with a flick of her hand and murmured, "But what's the use? I'm still treated like a vase, like a canary that my father cherishes, unwilling to let me lose a single feather."
My naive princess.
When you go to the battlefield and see the ground littered with severed limbs, rivers of blood, and hear the deafening roar of battle and the cries of thousands, you will probably tremble all over, find it hard to concentrate, and be unable to cast a single spell.
Gordon thought this to himself, but said nothing, simply listening quietly.
He knew very well that Elena needed someone to listen to her right now.
After Elena finished speaking and her emotions improved, Gordon was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Elena, if you don't need to show yourself, but your support can reduce the bloodshed of your kingdom's soldiers and allow them to fight other enemy nations, are you willing to pay the price?"
"certainly."
The princess spoke decisively and without any hesitation.
Immediately, she stared at Tie Long and said, "Why are you asking this all of a sudden? Do you have a good idea?"
Thinking of Red Iron Dragon's instructions, Gordon gave a dry laugh: "It was just a casual question."
The fat on his cheeks concealed the changes in Tie Long's expression.
Elena didn't think much of it. She simply floated up lightly with a burst of magical energy, then lay on the iron dragon's cool, broad back and looked up at the spellbook again.
Border region, northeastern part, Ten Thousand Snake Swamp.
The sunlight that illuminates Dragon Valley and falls upon Garos cannot penetrate the dense miasma and the lush forests rooted in the swamp.
Even from the outside, a dark, foul, and chilling odor wafted over, making one feel dangerous and deadly.
Fortunately, the Iron Dragon Sorog was not a weak human. So when he crushed a few dry branches with his claws and landed on the edge of the swamp, he slowly approached with steady and calm steps.
"Dragon, halt! This is the territory of the Poison Tail Tribe."
With a rustling sound, pairs of vertical, cold snake eyes lit up from the dark swamp.
The snake-man guards gripped their swords tightly, while the warlock shaman's bone staff was wreathed in magical energy, ready to unleash a spell at any moment.
Hissing sounds rang out incessantly, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense as the snake-man and the iron dragon faced off.
Sorog was no longer the same as before. He was not angered by the snake people's presumption. Instead, he stopped and stood still, calmly saying, "Inform your leader that the Iron King of the Iron Smelting Tribe has come to pay a visit."
His voice was like the clash of forged iron, carrying the deep, powerful quality unique to dragons.
"Please wait a moment."
The leading snake-man shaman's eyes flickered, and he lightly tapped the ground with his bone staff.
In an instant, a translucent little snake darted into the swamp and swam away at an extremely fast speed.
Soon after, the little snake returned and crawled into the snake-man shaman's ear.
"The chief said that the Poison Tail tribe welcomes dragons who come with goodwill. Please follow me."
Tie Long remained calm as he walked alone into the snake people's stronghold, led by several guards, with steady and agile steps.
Inside the hollow skull of the giant snake.
Seven snake-people elders sat cross-legged on stone-carved chairs, some male and some female. The snake-people leader, seated in the main seat, was an extremely beautiful woman with alluring eyes.
Her skin was delicate and white as snow, almost glowing against the backdrop of the dark swamp.
Her lower body was exceptionally long, and her snake tail was over ten meters long, covered with delicate, smooth, light green snake scales like jade.
The most special thing is...
Her humanoid upper body had six arms, which were long and slender, but the well-proportioned muscles revealed extraordinary strength.
Six-armed snake-man – a superior variant among snake-men.
There are many theories about the origin of the snake people, but two main theories are widely accepted: one is that they are the evil offspring left behind by the six-armed snake demons of the abyss when they invaded the material world, and the other is that they are the 'land-dwelling nagas' that gradually evolved after the deep-sea nagas came ashore.
But regardless of which one...
The number of arms a person has signifies their strength and nobility.
If they are offspring of a serpent demon, then six arms signify a return to their ancestral demonic blood; if they are Naga, six arms represent the favor and blessing of the gods.
And the moment he saw the six-armed snake woman.
Tie Long was slightly taken aback at first, then as his gaze swept over the snake woman's long tail, emerald scales, flat and smooth belly, and beautiful human-like upper body, he felt an inexplicable fire rising in his lower abdomen and his body becoming slightly hot.
Sorog has little interest in female dragons.
He prefers females who possess both human and animal characteristics.
The six-armed snake woman before him, with her scales, tail, and beautiful features, as well as her powerful and robust aura, piqued his interest.
Huff—Tie Long took a deep breath, suppressed his desires, and calmed himself down.
He's here on important business; he can't let desires ruin things.
Moreover, the six-armed snake woman in front of him was clearly the leader of the Poison Tail tribe. Although she was lazy and casual, she made Iron Dragon instinctively feel dangerous. He was probably no match for her.
"Welcome, you dragon of molten iron."
The six-armed snake woman, seated in the main seat, spoke languidly: "I am Naris—the current leader of the Poison Tail tribe."
Three pairs of arms, like overlapping flower petals, converged on the snake woman's chest. She sized up the iron dragon, a half-smile on her face, and said, "The quagmire of the Poison Tail tribe cannot contain the outstretched wings of a dragon. Please remember to restrain yourself."
These words were barbed despite their gentle tone, but the snake woman remained calm.
However, beneath her calm and languid demeanor, the mind warlock dragon sensed tension and vigilance. Clearly, the snake woman Naris's true emotions were not as calm as she appeared.
“Very good. When it comes to negotiations, it’s best to target creatures that know respect. Mindless barbarians can only speak with their claws.”
Tie Long thought to himself and grinned.
Even surrounded by snakes, the iron dragon did not fearfully fold its wings.
Instead, he defiantly spread his dragon wings, the huge and hard wings snapping two swamp trees in half, causing them to fall into the swamp and splash up muddy water.
The atmosphere instantly froze into a deathly silence.
The snake people stared coldly at the iron dragon, as if they were about to swarm him and tear him apart at any moment.
(End of this chapter)
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