A few days later, about 100 kilometers from the main crater of Katgana, a natural geothermal area at an altitude slightly lower than the Mother Dragon's Lair was spotted by David in one of the alternative nesting areas in Drow.

Soon, under the planning of Drow, the white young dragon and the more than 200 High Elf prisoners of war were driven to serve as free labor, and began to break ground in a biting cold wind.

Some elven spellcasters directly used [Turning Mud into Stone] to directly cast the volcanic ash that had erupted and solidified a while ago into neat pieces of stone and piled them up.

The elven druids used [Animal Friendship] or [Animal Communication] to summon some alpacas, oxen and mammoths that were originally watching the excitement to come over and serve as carriers.

It's just that what people didn't expect was that the most down-to-earth and hard-working and the most powerful among them was the white dragon Murphyler, who had only broken the shell for a few days.

A beesting drow sat on the neck of the white dragon.

When he slackened, he waved the small leather whip in his hand like a succubus and lightly whipped it a few times.

After working hard for a while, he fed him a small dried fish in the ice sea, and whispered a few times by the flippers of his ears.

Under this combination of soft and hard education, Murphyler immediately looked like he had swallowed some strange potion and hard or something, and the white dragon, which should have been synonymous with stupidity and laziness in the eyes of the elves, turned into a diligent and honest calf pulling a cart.

In contrast, it seems that the progress of the High Elves is slowing down.

In fact, the mentality of these High Elves is about to collapse.

The weather in Kattegana was already extremely cold, and the weather that was supposed to enter spring seemed to turn back the clock after the supervolcano erupted a few days ago, and went straight back to the bitter cold of winter.

According to the current momentum, not only may there be no spring, but even the whole year is likely to be extremely rare......

No summer.

Some elven spellcasters expressed concern that with the strength of this supervolcano's eruption, it is likely that the ash it threw into the atmosphere will cover the entire material plane of the New World.

In this bad weather, the forest friends who were fooled by them stopped doing it.

The heart said that we will give you a little pine nut chestnut cake, you especially want our old life!

Tossing to death is not!

As the animal companions began to protest in a collective slack, the elven druid and the spellcaster immediately tore off the camouflage of kindness.

The spells have also changed from the relatively mild [Animal Friendship] and [Animal Communication] at the beginning, to the more tough [Taming Beasts] and [Control Animals].

As more and more animals, cattle and horses fled from the strike, the long ears of these dead friends of the Immortal Poor Dao actually went directly to the [Summoning Beast Partners] through the [Spell Mark] that they had secretly marked before, and forcibly summoned the 'partners' who had escaped or even fallen asleep again.

In the confusion, the animal companions and elves who once loved each other were left to hate each other.

These long ears overdraw nature's trust!

Seeing that his new dragon's nest construction site was in an orderly manner under the management of Siat and Credian, two strain siblings, and a 'hot and thriving' construction scene, David, as the owner of this dragon's nest, was also relieved.

As the stolen goods group led by Zolthiat sailed out of port, Davy burned the wreckage of the looted ship with a breath of fire.

The High Elves who were still secretly planning "The Great Escape from the Old World" - flying across the ocean on a small windsurfing board completely lost their last hope and became relatively honest and peaceful.

Having lost their ships, stripped of their weapons and armor, and tied in bundles by a dozen of icy kelp, no one can guarantee that they will survive this completely deformed forest spring if they try to escape the relatively warm volcanic geothermal area.

And it is foreseeable that with the revelation of the operation and the revival of the Crimson Calamity, I am afraid that there will be no new ships in the next few years.

They have been completely forgotten in the New World.

It's better to die than to live.

At least the dragon didn't really let them dig potatoes for a living.

They can sneak a few bites of their animal companions on the way to work.

With these fat calorie supplements, they will not become skinny walking corpses under such heavy physical labor.

And most importantly, the drow......

It's so cute.

It's so gentle and beautiful, and it's also good at understanding elves.

It completely shatters the elves' stereotypes of Drow's cunning and cruelty.

It's like an angelic sister who came down from the Seven Hills Heaven to redeem their souls.

Whenever they are physically and mentally exhausted, Zhuo'er, who rides the white dragon, gives a simple and plain comfort, like a bowl of chicken soup for the soul that is hot enough to melt the ice in their hearts.

So much so that as time passed, there were even high elves who secretly prayed to Cretian, and seemed to have a posture of contagion.

Looking at the High Elves who had all turned into 'good people and captives', David, who had not yet found the root cause but was very satisfied with the current situation, casually gave a few words to Credian, and then returned to the temporary lair in the forest that had been gnawed out five years ago with three dead eggs and a few large bags of elven 'trophies' that had been wrapped in canvas.

He was prepared for a short period of sleep to recover from the wounds he had received from the previous battle.

In fact, more than half a month has passed, and the 'skin wounds' that those elves scraped on him before have basically recovered, and it will take time for the scales to grow out in the east and west.

What really needs some nutrition and time to recover is......

The thirteen ribs that were broken by the head of his silver dragon sister Tanya and the dragon wings that still hurt him.

Dragon Mother's seemingly terrifying breath of flame dragon breath didn't hurt much because it was also a red dragon's flame resistance.

In addition to recovering from his injuries, David is ready to do another job:

Try to use the power [Slaanesh] to 'upgrade' your body.

Yes, literally, upcycling.

As he became more familiar with and understood his powers these days, he gradually figured out some ways.

[Arrogance] can allow him to use his will to distort reality;

[Jealousy] can allow him to anchor the goal and 'take his place';

[Anger] can allow him to vent his emotions and perceive and share;

[Laziness] can allow him to spread laziness and lie down together;

[Gluttony] can make him inhale the storm and accelerate his growth;

And "Slaanesh" doesn't seem to refer to the narrow pursuit of astringency.

On the contrary, it is more like encouraging him to constantly break through himself, pursue all kinds of extreme experiences, and complete his 'sublimation'.

It is precisely because of this that it is more difficult to satisfy than other powers.

The first few either require a reference object or have a target object, even if the conditions are somewhat harsh, but what they have in common is that they can be operated repeatably.

For example...... As long as he truly feels the anger from within, he can continue to [rage], and it seems that he can continue to expand the upper limit of the threshold as [rage] stacks.

That is, the legendary anger is cool for a while, and it is always angry and cool.

As a red dragon, he is completely perpetual and belongs to yes.

Only Slaanesh is completely different, and once you have experienced a new experience, the same experience can no longer stimulate Slaanesh's appetite.

For example, no matter how much he increased the kinetic energy output of the reverse breath now, he couldn't make [Slaanesh] look at it again.

But if he wants to continue to enjoy the power of Slaanesh, he must constantly transcend himself......

It's just fucked up.

[Color.]

“？？？” David.