But considering that Borch had only met the green dragon for no more than five minutes and he had already become a savior and a father so quickly, we can only say that the dragon race's concept of reproduction may be very different from that of humans.

No matter what he thought in his heart, Wayne pretended to be quite surprised on the surface and congratulated:

"Congratulations, my friend. When this incident is over, you will have a happy family."

The golden dragon raised his slender neck with some pride, and the voice appeared in Wayne's mind.

"She thinks I'm the most powerful and attractive male dragon she's ever seen."

"Once this crisis is over, she will be willing to give birth to a new bloodline for me."

There are so few dragons now, and this green dragon probably hasn't seen many male dragons. Wayne complained in his heart, but he still kept congratulating Borch.

After a few minutes, Borch calmed down from his excitement. He suddenly asked Wayne with some sadness, "Wayne, my friend, Milgata Blake is seriously injured now, and I don't know how to detoxify or heal."

"Before coming here, you said that you had a way to heal her. Is that true?"

Wayne nodded, and then under Borch's gaze, he took out the magic pattern storage bag he kept close to his body, took out a bottle of intermediate healing potion from Azeroth, and after looking at the size of the green dragon, he took out another bottle.

He held it in his hand and showed it to Borch.

Seeing this, Borch's tall golden body shook, and soon turned back into the slightly short and fat middle-aged man. He first sighed.

"Wow, what a magical pocket! Is this some strange magic item?"

Then, he picked up the two bottles of healing potions in Wayne's hand, put them next to his nose and sniffed them, and asked, "What kind of potion is this? Is it a potion specially used by you demon hunters?"

Wayne shook his head and lied without thinking:

"The potions we demon hunters use are extremely poisonous to other creatures. This is a healing potion I begged from a druid elder. It can heal physical injuries at an extremely fast speed. There are only three bottles in total. I keep them for life-saving purposes in critical moments."

"But we are friends, and your wife is also my friend. Let her drink these two bottles of medicine quickly. Although it may not completely cure her, it will definitely relieve her pain."

The simple-minded Golden Dragon Bolch was immediately moved by Wayne's generosity and righteousness. He picked up the two bottles of potion, hugged Wayne, and said, "Thank you, my friend. I thank you on behalf of my wife and unborn child. Don't worry, as a friend, I will definitely not let you suffer any loss. When Milgatablake recovers, I will definitely repay your generosity."

The intermediate healing potion from Azeroth is very effective. It is a universal healing potion that can replenish the consumed vitality of living beings.

After the green dragon took the potion, the pain in his body was immediately relieved. His stomach gurgled and gurgled. Several puffs of foul-smelling smoke came out from behind him, and most of the toxins in his body were quickly expelled. His body also showed obvious signs of recovery, which made Borch very happy and surprised at the same time.

Although there are potions in this world that can heal injuries, none of them can heal so quickly or with such good results.

At the same time, he also understood the preciousness of this potion and became more grateful to Wayne.

He praised Wayne's potion loudly and promised again that he would reward him handsomely afterwards.

He then happily came to the side of the green dragon, as if he couldn't wait to get close to his wife, and didn't mind the stench she had just emitted.

At this moment, perhaps because of the recovery of the mother's injuries, the dragon egg held in the green dragon's arms made a crackling sound and broke.

Under the gaze of Wayne and the two dragons, several cracks appeared on the top of the dragon egg, and soon, a small creature covered in mucus, gray in appearance, and like a puppy, broke through the eggshell and stuck its head out of the hole.

It opened its toothless mouth, breathed in the air outside the dragon egg, then made a frog-like "pu pu pu" sound and spat out a mouthful of thick saliva at Bolch who was closest to it.

Seeing the baby dragon being born, Borch was even more excited than her mother. She danced with joy for a few times, then stuck out her tongue and licked the baby dragon a few times. She said to Wayne happily, "Haha, congratulations, my friend. My child is born. I'm a father now."

He approached carefully, observing the little female dragon who would be named Sakiasas in the future, and then sincerely congratulated and blessed the Borch couple.

Who would have thought that in just less than twenty years, the little dragon in front of him would grow up and then, by chance, rule Aedirn, a country composed of multiple races.

………………

At the same time, in the camp at the foot of the mountain.

Accompanied by Yennefer, Geralt successfully infiltrated the dragon hunting team organized by King Niedamir.

In the team, he also saw the competitors in this operation, the Ike Knight of Denesler, Yarpen Zigrin of the dwarf team, and the Klinfeld Plunderer trio.

Except for the Knight Ekko who had been kneeling on the stone and praying to the sky, the dwarfs Yarpen and the plunderer brothers of Clinfell obviously did not welcome the arrival of the sorceress Yennefer. From the moment they met, they made sarcastic remarks in voices that everyone could hear, and this disgust was soon passed on to Geralt.

The proud sorceress did not even glance at the rude dwarves and plunderers, and came to the young king's tent under the guidance of a fat steward named Gilenstiern.

The weird-looking witcher Geralt was naturally stopped outside the tent, and Yennefer was quite dissatisfied with this.

After some negotiation, the sorceress whispered to Geralt, "The king is an arrogant young man, not difficult to deal with, but witcher, those rude dwarves and shameless looters outside are your opponents."

"Go ahead, talk to them and learn about their weaknesses. When I come out, tell me what you have learned."

Hearing this, Geralt looked at Yennefer helplessly. His dream lover was still so strong and full of control. Everyone around her had to do things according to her orders, otherwise they would be given a cold shoulder or scolded.

However, Bai Lang knew in his heart that this informal attitude was a kind of closeness she had towards her own people.

When facing outsiders such as princes, nobles, wealthy businessmen and ladies, Yennefer will instead become a gentle, caring and sweet-talking close friend.

He shrugged his shoulders and did not dare to refute Yennefer's order. The sudden departure a few years ago had hurt Yennefer deeply. She was still extremely angry, but she did not explode at Geralt in order to achieve her goal.

If he dared to talk back, the sorceress might take action right here and there, using magic to turn him into a rat running around on the ground, or even throw him directly into the cesspool.

Geralt held his steel sword and nodded to Yennefer. After the sorceress entered the king's tent, he walked towards the location of the dwarves and the pillagers with some reluctance.

Before he could get close, the youngest man among the plunderers spat a mouthful of thick phlegm on the ground, cursed a few words under his breath, and then said to his other companion: "Fuck shit, my luck is too bad. Yesterday, it was a stupid shoemaker who thought he had poisoned a green dragon, and today, a fucking white-haired demon hunter came."

"What a shit, a combination of a demon hunter and a sorceress, is there anything more disgusting than this?"

The eldest brother among the plunderers, Bohot, slapped his younger brother on the head and said:

"You're always offending people with your fucking mouth. Demon hunters are not easy to mess with. They have two swords and now they have the support of a despicable sorceress. If you keep talking, maybe we'll have to take out our swords and fight before we see the green dragon."

The dwarf Yarpan laughed loudly, and then said to his fellow dwarves, "This damned king is a stingy guy. He hides in his tent and eats venison and beef, but he gives us rat meat."

"Damn it, they don't even let us drink enough wine, and they actually want us to work for them. Humans are really as stupid and greedy as ever, especially these nobles who are the product of inbreeding."

"I have never seen any smart guys."

(End of this chapter)