The Battle of the Wurm Jungle has been going on for thirty years, devouring thousands of lives - for elves, orcs, gnolls, ogres, and tens of thousands, and by the way, the statistics don't include kobolds and goblins. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoFor thirty years, many elves have traveled long distances to help their brothers and sisters, and there are also many followers of the elven gods and forest gods, as well as some good gods who specialize in fighting evil, and many have given their lives here. In the past 30 years, the green dragon of "Poison Breath" Sylvia has long been upgraded to a "poisonous nova" and "queen of the jungle", and the evil army under her rule is the enemy of the elves in the entire Fire Wurm Peninsula and the surrounding forests, and several times almost captured Greenlaire, the largest elven city on the Fire Wurm Peninsula and even the nearby area. The Green Dragon Queen Sylvia is now the number one person on the continent of Ferron, and she can be regarded as the hero of one side - at least the queen of the peninsula...... Of course, her deputy, the young lady of the red dragon, was also famous, and the vulgar nickname "Red Comet" was hung on the young dragon's body.

The green dragon is worthy of being an orderly and evil dragon, and it is quite reliable in controlling an army, but it is only under a blue dragon. Although Sylvia was not an outstanding army commander, the orcs and gnolls of order and discipline were fierce and able to withstand far greater losses than in the past tribal stages. At this time, the Fire Wurm Jungle has formed several major strongholds of contention, and the war revolves around these strongholds. The jungle was cut down here, and the trees mixed with the dirt became the main body of the forts. The gentle hills and plains served as a fertile ground for both sides to deploy their forces, and every now and then a series of battles would take place around these forts. Such battles are the domain of the army, where adventurers become mercenaries or simply join the army, and discipline their actions are not very accustomed—any adventurer who is free to work alone is either a master who runs fast or has simply become a man with his head hanging under some tent or wall, as is true for adventurers on both sides.

Decapitation tactics have always been a habit of Faeron, and both sides have hired a number of seemingly powerful adventurers to launch various attacks on each other - from raiding supply teams to killing the opposing officer's officer and even killing the other's leader, all of which are to accumulate a small advantage for themselves and lay a solid foundation for the final victory. At this point, the elves seem to have the upper hand, they are able to provide quite enough equipment and money as a reward for the mission, much more generous than the money-hungry green dragons - and there are no master forges among the orcs and gnolls, who can provide a lot of fine equipment or gold to reward the adventurers. What's more, many adventurers still consider themselves to be righteous partners.

Right at the end of the Huowulong Peninsula, there is a large hole facing the sea in the cliff face the sea. There is a platform at the entrance of the cave, about 100 meters high from the sea, and more than 20 meters from the top of the cliff, the cave with a diameter of 15 meters was originally not a nest of animals, but now, from the cave, the red light of fire faintly shines through. The cave is about 100 meters deep, twisting and turning, and when you reach the innermost, there is a hall with a radius of hundreds of square meters and a height of more than 10 meters. Ninety degrees from the access to the passage, there is also a slender winding passage that leads to a side opening of the cliff.

The cavern is now lit in a dark red, and at the center of the light source is a lying behemoth lying in it. Claudius was now a juvenile dragon, and his body, which was much larger than other red dragons of the same age, occupied a considerable area, and his body was more than twenty-five meters long, lying lazily on the ground, and a pair of huge wings that had been spread out for more than thirty meters were lying on the ground softly. Claudius's scales began to darken, but the dark red scales were even more powerful, and the underside of the scales seemed to glow red through the translucent scales. Claudius' chin rested on the ground, sparks splattering out from time to time between his nostrils and fangs, his eyes half-open and half-closed like yellow lava balls—now Claudius was resting.

In one corner of the hall, several mountains of mushrooms are piled up. Claudius built the farm out of broken wood, and under the influence of his magic, the mushrooms grew bright red, and the hot mushrooms grew at an unbelievably fast rate. Claudius, who eats mushrooms all day long, doesn't necessarily like to eat mushrooms, but his habits over the past decades have made him accustomed to the taste of mushrooms, and it's really a bit difficult not to eat mushrooms for a day........

Since becoming a young dragon, while greatly increasing his size and strength, Claudius has finally spontaneously awakened a spell - item locatoring. According to the dragon inheritance in his memory, this was the first spell of the red dragon. Claudius was very curious about the structure of the spell, and he wanted to figure out why there was such a thing as magic. But dragons are creatures full of magical power, and it is quite difficult to study this spell that is as normal as breathing - this spell is part of his bloodline, and there is no problem in releasing it casually, but it is a bit troublesome to study. However, he still partially figured out the structure of the spell and figured out part of the principle. "Isn't that similar to a computer program? Spells are programs that are executed to gain power from the web and then unleash. As for the mage, it is a user who constantly gains higher authority...... but the effort to study magic has shamefully failed due to the small number of samples. Claudius knew from the dragon heritage that the study of magic could not be mixed and matched, and some strange effects would occur if it was not done well, even if he was a real dragon, and his magic resistance was terrifying.

"I don't want to be a frog or be teleported to some weird place." Claudius said so. Actually, he didn't need to be afraid of this, what he didn't know was that his thinking mother tongue was Chinese, or any earth language, which would naturally give him a little stronger spell resistance, and even those malicious transfigurations would not work at all. Now Claudius already knew that he had now been able to say that he had gained enough self-preservation ability to go and look around - as long as he did not seek death, ordinary people could not help him. By this time, his flame glands and air sacs were well developed enough to support him in a powerful spit. "Half of the damage is hot flames, and the other half is magic flames. And this temperature is enough to melt hard tungsten. The average red dragon probably doesn't have the ability to spit like mine. ”

Indeed, Claudius can now easily spit out a conerate of flame up to sixty meters long, can spit out a fireball more than a hundred meters away and explode, and can even convert the exhaled flame into high-temperature gases and burning droplets, like thermobaric bombs, which continue to expand and burn along the enclosed space. He had tried to turn an entire cavern into ashes with such a spitt - the goblin cavern with its complex system of passages was completely filled with a cloud of burning fire, all of which were carbonized in the high-speed, hot air, and then stripped the carbonized muscles from the bones and finally turned into ashes along with the bones shattered by the air current......

"It's finally time to take a look around." Claudius thought so, and he decided to leave the cave in a few days—no nostalgia, not a single gold coin in the cave anyway, nothing of value, except perhaps the scale armor that Claudius shed?