The Dragon Who Devoured the World: Beginning with Rebirth as a Black Dragon.

Too bad Saron couldn't do anything.

Judging from his size, he is now a standard young dragon, even much stronger than ordinary young dragons.

But he just can't use the Transfiguration!

Chapter 32 Arrival

Saron started to get down to business after relaxing for a while.

The affinity for fire magic elements obtained before cannot be wasted.

Generally speaking, true dragons seldom learn magic from other departments.

This makes them uncomfortable.

But that doesn't mean they can't use other types of magic.

Just like Saron can use light before.

True dragons can forcibly cast other types of magic with their strong elemental control.

But generally don't do that.

Just like a water spellcaster must not be able to cast fire spells?

Not always.

However, it takes more than five times the energy to cast other types of magic than its own attributes.

But the affinity of the fire magic element solves this problem. As long as Saron can create a spell model, he can use the dragon language to cast this magic.

"Fireball!"

This is the most basic type of magic in the fire system. This kind of magic exists in Saron's inheritance memory. Like the light spell, its spell model is relatively simple.

Saron began to mobilize the surrounding fire elements to slowly construct.

This gave Saron the illusion that he was doing geometry problems in his previous life.

Unlike the Light Art, Saron was extremely smooth in constructing the Fireball Art.

If the spell model of Light Art requires Saron to construct it carefully, then Fireball Art is completely different.

too easy!

These fire elements are like obedient soldiers, and Saron obediently goes where he should go as soon as he thinks about it.

Soon, a one-meter-diameter fireball was formed around Saron.

Not too big for Saron's size.

Bang~

Under the control of Saron's consciousness, the fireball smashed fiercely to the ground.

Then it exploded on the ground.

Saron observed the marks on the ground.

This power is not bad, it is much more powerful than a grenade.

Suddenly Saron had a bold idea.

He released Fireball again, and released two Fireballs.

It's just that the target this time is not the ground, but himself.

bang bang

Two fireballs hit Saron's body.

Seeing that the place hit by the fireball hardly changed.

There was a gleam in Saron's eyes.

He once again condensed four fireballs and threw them at himself.

But this time he obviously felt something different.

That is, the damage caused by these fireballs to oneself is reduced by about 60.00%.

Saron knew that plutonium dragons were completely immune to damage such as fire or heat.

And he seems to have this characteristic too.

It's just not as outrageous as Plutonium Dragon.

"Master Saron, the goblin leader Vickers is here!"

Mesha walked in slowly wearing a short skirt and black pantyhose.

"The goblin leader? Let him in!"

This guy is a high-level talent that Saron likes.

Not long after, Vickers walked in tremblingly.

He felt that the tattered clothes on his body were out of place with this place, so he couldn't help but hugged the wooden box in his arms tightly.

"Your Majesty the Great Black Dragon, this is a gift from your humble servant!"

Vickers knelt on the ground humbly and raised the box in his hand high.

Meisha at the side looked at it and leaned over to take the wooden box.

From the beginning to the end, Vickers didn't even dare to lift his head. This was a habit he developed when he was a slave in the human world.

Meisha took the box and walked up to Saron and opened it. Inside were pieces of iron with blue light on the surface.

"Your Majesty, this is the refined magic iron!" Vickers reminded.

"Not bad!"

Saron's huge eyes stared at the magic iron in front of him.

I don't know much about smelting technology, but judging by the quality, it should be pretty good.

In fact, there is not much difference between eating raw ore or smelted magic iron for Saron.

But this thing is still very important to him.

Whether it's a weapon that your family needs, or it's a good choice to sell it for other ingredients.

After all, Saron has not yet reached the strength to snatch anything he sees.

"From now on, the mining and smelting of magic iron ore will be fully entrusted to you. I only have one requirement, and that is the output! Whether it is ore or smelted magic iron!"

Saron raised his head and looked down at Vickers in front of him.

"Obey!" Vickers said ecstatically, and then walked out humbly step by step.

Mesa didn't say a word the whole time, she was just a little curious about how Saron appointed a goblin.

"Mesha, these magic irons are given to you. It should be enough to make two daggers!" Saron said.

"Ah! Thank you, Lord Saron!" Mesa's two rabbit ears hopped.

Saron knew that this was a sign of her happiness.

Mesha just needs to look at her ears, if they droop, it means she is sad or depressed.

Jumping and jumping like now is so happy that it flies.

"It's a pity that there are no powerful blacksmiths, so I can only use magic power to polish it myself!" Meisha looked at the magic iron in her hand.

"What about Captain Walker, the veins of magic iron ore have been mined by these guys!"

Behind a bush next to the magic iron vein, Walker and his party watched with ugly faces as the goblins and kobolds continuously mined the ore.

"Let's go back and report to Lord Tarom. Now we can't deal with these guarding forest trolls alone!" Walker said decisively.

Their scouting mission is almost complete.

Some remains of the slave hunters were also found, which should have been made by forest trolls.

The enemies who can wipe out the slave hunting group are not something they can handle.

Several people left here quietly under the cover of the bushes.

Several people met Tarom in a camp after a few hours of fast forward.

"Master Tarom, the slave hunting group has been completely wiped out, and the mine of magic iron ore has been taken over by forest trolls!"

Walker told Tarom all the information he got.

Tarom on the side took a sip of the wine, feeling the sweetness in his mouth.

"That means the information about the magic iron ore vein is correct!"

"Yes, Master Tarom! The mineral veins are very rich in reserves!" Walker said.

"The forest troll shouldn't be this strong!"

Tarom put down his wine glass and said.

Their family had encountered the warriors of the forest trolls.

At that time, the forest troll showed great strength, but it was far from able to kill its own slave hunting group after destroying the entire orc tribe.

"Lord Tarom, do you want to bring someone down to test the other party's reality!" Walker suggested.

"No need, our Voltan family is bound to get the ore vein, no matter what hidden means the forest troll has, we will get it!" Tarom's eyes were as fierce as a wolf.

It's okay if it's something else, but this vein of magic iron ore is of great significance to the Voltan family.

"But just relying on our more than 100 people..." Walker hesitated.

Tarom glanced at Walker, "I know what you mean, no matter how strong the forest trolls are, we really don't have enough manpower to deal with them. I'll let the family send support!"

"It's not just the family guard!"

"This time the brutal Holy Shield will also attack!"

"Holy Shield of Cruelty!" Walker's eyes showed seriousness.

I didn't expect the family to pay so much attention to it, and the Holy Shield of Cruelty would also make a move!

Chapter 33 The Cruel Holy Shield

Walker knew what the Aegis of Cruelty was, and that was a group of monsters.

Do not!

To be precise, it was something scarier than monsters.

Seeing Walker's face, Tarom knew what the captain of the guard was thinking.

Their Voltan family has continued for more than 200 years.

The main cornerstone is the Holy Shield of Cruelty!

The Aegis of Ferocity is a type of warrior cultivated by the Voltan family.

This kind of fighter is trained according to the standards of the dead.

The Voltan family would select hundreds of three- and four-year-old boys from all over the country.

They are then castrated of all masculinity and regularly brainwashed to remove all personality, emotion, and ego.

Then train them in various superb fighting skills, and some people will be eliminated in the process.

And there is only one result of being eliminated, and that is death.

Then, when they are about ten years old, they will be screened again and let them kill each other. Only the person who gets the head of his companion can survive.

Generally, at this time, there are only a few hundred people left, and there are only more than 50 people left.

Then there are all kinds of more brutal training and transformation. The people of the Voltan family will strengthen their bodies with various special magic potions, and these potions will eliminate pain by the way.

Then came the magic transformation, which was transformed by the magic method obtained by the ancestors of the Voltan family from somewhere.

This transformation will continue into adulthood, at which time more than 50 people may have fewer than 30 people left.

Only those who can really survive this cruel and inhumane training can live!