This is a holy warrior who has been favored by the gods, although he is young, but his strength and divine ability are not small, this kind of person naturally has a strong attribute bonus in perception, so this guy can sense the right direction - although he doesn't feel where the dragon power is. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info and the believers of Marat also went to the wrong place - Claudius was in the vertical and broken section of the crater, which was extremely steep, and if you wanted to come down from it, unless you could fly. The place where Claudius is in the lair, due to the continuous erosion of magma over the past few years, the magma river that surrounds and divides the lair has become very wide, and the ground of the lair has also been broken, and thick magma continues to flow out of the cracks, and then gradually cools into a black rock layer, but before it cools down, it is torn apart by new magma, making the ground of Claudius's lair look like a red cobweb, extremely terrifying - especially this red dragon itself is a big source of heat, The place where he lies is due to the innate elemental attributes, the magma underground is the most active area in the crater except for the most central place, both in terms of heat and activity.

The Flame Mushroom People are not afraid of this environment, these metal mushroom heads are originally high-temperature resistant guys, and any one of them is a very good high-temperature resistant alloy after being slaughtered. As always, the mushroom men carefully and patiently cleaned the sleeping Claudius dragon's scales from the carbon deposits and condensed volcanic lava blocks, keeping the red dragon looking shiny all the time......

As Marat's devotees, the evil hunters had come to step on the spot this time, after all, it was a grand sacrifice to their god, a holy day in every sense of the word - although Marat was a black beast and a god of predators, it was a rare and beautiful thing to make a true dragon a prey. And the hunters had greatly pleased their master, and the plurality of Ambori's pets they had killed along the way had made Marat very happy - the Storm Gods had never been a united group, it was their norm for bandits to pull each other's legs, and the pain of the other gods was their greatest joy.

Several adventuring groups are carefully moving along the shore of the magma lake, this is the path of the strong, even if they are covered with fireproof magic and spells, and at the same time add spells to improve the temperature, but spells have their limits, the air by the magma lake is more than one hundred and fifty degrees, even spells can not eliminate the terrifying temperature, every breath of the adventurers seems to inhale a flame, and the sweat on their bodies is dried before they have time to flow. They had to do so, saving every spell slot or spell slot for an encounter with the Red Dragon, which was low visibility due to churning hot air and sulfur smoke.

The shores of the lake were discontinuous, and from time to time they were flooded with lava, and the lava lake that reached the volcanic wall forced adventurers to venture up the crag, and then hang dozens of meters above the scorching magma, which would have been roasted to jerky if it weren't for the protection of the gods. But such a danger is not without gain, the starlight embedded in the volcanic wall formed by the countless eruptions of magma is gold, silver, pure gold, and mythril, and even many diamonds and other precious stones, all of which are condensed by volcanic eruptions under high temperature and pressure. It's a pity that this doesn't appeal much to pastors. The red-eyed adventurers gave up after descending to the crater and continued to cross the lava lake, which was to seek death. They smashed the metal-rich rocks on the shore and picked out the metal components, and the grains of sand were carefully collected and separated according to their different metal compositions. Gold is the easiest to distinguish from silver, as many of them are large chunks when they are condensed, while Mithril and Adamantite are tiny pieces of gravel, and it may not take time to collect a leather bag of gold to collect a small vial of Mithril. But this can already be called a rich mine of mythril and pure gold, not to mention that there are some gems and diamonds to collect, and the low-level adventurers have thrown all the previous hardships and complaints out of the clouds, if they are not worried about the appearance of the red dragon, they would have already cheered their gains.

Claudius didn't know that a small caterpillar was approaching him step by step, and it was common sense that the red dragon's lair should basically be a large hole dug in a volcano or a high mountain, with complex passages and several "halls", and then fill all the passages and entrances with various traps and alarm magic, providing the first alarm for the red dragon living in it. Claudius, however, is a red dragon like no other, and his lair is an isolated undulating piece of ground in the crater, and there are no spells or traps for alarm, and the only family is a group of mushroom people, completely different from the orcs, ogres, gnolls, and the like ruled by the red dragons. The fighting power of the mushroom people is not strong, at least not in front of the enemy that the red dragon will fight against.

The day was spent on the lava lake, and the journey around the lake was extremely arduous, and when the men found a flat land, they had to risk being detected by the red dragon and camping with magic items and magic spells. It was a hard night, and the next day after the dawn prayer had been granted, the adventurers moved on, and then in the midst of the smoke, their goal appeared.

It was a huge dragon, its dark red scales were not reflective, the matte surface seemed to glow inside, and the hideous head was half soaked in magma, a head that was not unlike the other red dragons, with outstretched wings and thick hind legs stretched out from the sides. The red dragon was clearly still asleep, and some half-human-tall mushroom men with hands and feet who looked rather playful were babbling and threatening gestures towards the priests and paladins.

In fact, they didn't need to worry, the believers of the gods and Claudius were separated by a river of magma more than thirty meters wide, and the paladins should not be able to extend their slash to such a long distance, and the priests were not very good at coming up to attack, and the red dragon in front of them looked like an adult in any case—maybe even older. Marat's followers approached the red dragon from the other side, but all they could see was the tail of the red dragon in the distance, and the villains had recorded the terrain with magic before retreating, hiding.

The mushroom people were still capable of waking Claudius, and the little ones climbed onto Claudius' head and tried to wake up the red dragon with the loud sound of the caps crashing into each other. "Hmm......" Claudius snorted, and a huge pillar of fire blew up in his half-lava-immersed nostrils, and the next moment the red dragon opened its eyes and raised its head. When the dawn was ......, some of the crowd could not help but begin to pray.