"Be quiet, my queen." Taran interrupted the red dragon's roar without saying a word. The red dragon looked at the High Elf in front of him in some astonishment, as if angered by his rudeness, the red dragon suddenly opened its huge mouth full of sharp teeth, trying to bite the High Elf in front of it.

Taran frowned, and disappeared in a split second, appearing behind his flank, dodging the red dragon's slow, somewhat feeble attack. "My Queen...... You still have the strength to attack me? It seems that Nesario's demonic soul is not as useful as he claims! Taran scoffed, not at all afraid of the behemoth.

After that feeble blow, the red dragon seemed to have exhausted all its strength, and it could only lower its graceful head and place its chin on the cold bluestone floor, only its huge eyes, still staring at Taran, and letting out a vicious curse from its mouth: "You...... You can't do such a thing to my kids! ”

Taran shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly and said, "Why not?" You are their mother, but I am not their father. My Queen, you have forgotten that though I am the eldest of all the Red Dragons, you are their queen. I'm tired of taking care of these juniors, who called those Titans, didn't choose me to lead our kind? In that case, why should I take care of those who do not belong to me? ”

The red dragon opened its mouth slightly full of sharp teeth, and squeezed out a sentence: "Taran, the reason why the Titans did not make you the king of the red dragon is because you shamefully fled the battlefield when facing Galakron!" As if enraged by what the red dragon had said, the muscles in Taran's face began to twitch again.

"Hey...... Looks like your conversation is not going well! With a burst of lewd/trivial laughter, a middle-aged human uncle with an orc quickly walked into the room where Taran and the red dragon were, came to Taran's side, and quipped with great interest.

"Nesario......" Taran's face became even more ugly, "I just told you that there is still ...... time before we agreed" Nesario waved his hand in a dashing manner and said, "Understood, understood, there are still three days...... I don't think you'll be able to win my sister's heart, but ...... I'll give you plenty of time, Taran, as reward for betraying my sister. ”

Although Taran was upset by the condescending superiority in Nesario's tone, he got the answer he was hoping for. Letting go of the hostility in his heart a little, Taran asked calmly, "So, what are you doing here?" The queen hasn't laid enough eggs yet. ”

Nesario's gaze caught eye on the large container at the end of the red dragon's tail, and with a whimper, a slime-laden egg slipped into the container. The red dragon's body trembled, opened the eyes that had just been closed due to pain, glared at Nesario, and said angrily, "Nesario, you let go of me immediately!" ”

"Oh, that's not going to work, my sister. You know, my dear companion Sinestella is gone, my other sister Ysera has been asleep again, Sindagossa has run away with that guy again, Saridormi has been swallowed up by the raging stream of time, and Nozdom has refused to choose a new bronze dragon queen, so I can only use your eggs to accomplish my ultimate goal. As Nesario spoke, one intricate name after another popped up.

"Impossible...... Whether it's a giant dragon or a baby dragon, they're all my children, and I won't let them become your real thing! The red dragon roared weakly. Oh...... Is that why you refuse to give birth to dragon eggs that can produce dragons? But my sister, you're probably going to be disappointed...... Even if your dragon eggs can only produce baby dragons, they will still become my real products! Nesario grinned wickedly as he walked over to the massive container at the end of the red dragon's tail.

"Stop! Don't touch my kids! The red dragon seemed to want to turn around and bite Nesario's body, but it didn't know why it couldn't move. Nesario also seemed to know that the red dragon was powerless to resist, and went straight to the huge container and picked up a freshly "baked" dragon egg.

(Forgive me for not knowing what adjectives to use here...... Freshly baked? Freshly disemboweled? Freshly ...... If only everyone knew where it was. ）

As he walked towards the orc who had followed, Nesario played with the dragon egg in his hand and said word by word, "My dear sister, the next time is to witness the miracle!" This is the progress of our race, and the proof of my strength, gradually approaching those Titans! ”

As he spoke, the dragon egg in Nesario's hand slowly brightened, brighter and brighter in the wide room, until the light overshadowed the torches stuck in the walls of the room. It was as if a sun appeared in the room, and every qiē was shrouded in an intense white light.

The red dragon, Taran, and Nesario were unaffected, but the orc was already screaming. In the mist of light, a black shadow slowly traveled and gradually expanded, and finally, the light in the sky was sucked into the black shadow.

As the glare cleared, the orc who had entered the room with Nessario was gone, replaced by a gigantic humanoid monster with sharp claws, a spiny backbone, a stout tail and limbs, and a crocodile-like head, the same strange humanoid dragon Arthas and the others had seen at the door of the orc cottage.

"This ...... What have you done to my child? The red dragon shouted in disbelief. Nesario looked at the humanoid monster and said with a smug smile, "My sister, what you see in front of you are the new members of our dragon class, I call them ...... Drakemon! As long as the essence of the dragon egg is injected into the orc's body in a special way...... You can give birth to an incomparably powerful combat power! ”

"Ho~ho~" The monster that Nesario called "Dragon Beast" let out a low roar from its mouth, and pale yellow saliva continued to flow from the corners of its mouth. The saliva dripped at Nesario's feet, and some of it splattered on his robes. Nesario's eyebrows furrowed, and he waved his right hand.

A black light flashed, and the newly "born" drake was sliced into several pieces in the black death light that emanated from Nesario's hand. A burnt smell of barbecue slowly spreads into the air. "You...... Nesario, you ......" The red dragon seemed to believe its eyes - it was a waste of one of his own children's lives anyway, and Nesario was like that...... Destroy this thing like that?

[[Rating: No one has formed a warrior!] I swiped two all-nighters in a row, and I didn't get a rating! Coach, I want to give a rating! 】】