weddingnovel Chapter 59 Mutation
Chapter 59 Mutation
A piece of pure ice the size of a thumb, if polished into an arrowhead and used by a skilled archer, can easily pierce the scales of an ordinary adult red dragon, posing a real threat to its life.
Unlike Thor's gaze, which was a mixture of disgust, apprehension, and even a hint of fear, the white dragons stared at the piece of pure ice with an almost frenzied infatuation.
Some of the white dragons even pressed their heads tightly against the huge block of ice, rubbing them up and down incessantly, and sticking out their purplish-red tongues to greedily lick the surface of the ice.
Seeing this, a blue dragon hatchling was quite displeased and immediately rushed forward, swinging its claws and tail, slapping and whipping, driving back all the white dragon hatchlings beside the ice block, and then growling.
"What the hell are you idiots trying to do? This is the property of the Blue Dragon, and it's none of your business to lay a finger on it!"
Awakened from their trance by the excruciating pain, the young white dragons instantly bared their fangs, arched their backs high, and their pure white pupils churned with a frenzied light.
It is important to know that if a white dragon can swallow enough True Ice, its bloodline will be purified, and both its strength and intelligence will be greatly improved, even to the point that it can compete with red dragons of the same age.
Just as these white dragon whelps were about to recklessly seize the True Ice to strengthen themselves, more blue dragon whelps stepped forward, and the dragonborn and orcs on the side also raised their weapons, staring at them menacingly.
"What do you lowly dragon beasts want?"
"Looks like you've forgotten your place. Let us help you remember!"
Just as a chaotic battle was about to erupt, the white dragon hatchlings finally regained some of their senses at the critical moment.
Although they are often jokingly referred to as mad beasts, they are ultimately intelligent beings with a strong instinct to seek advantage and avoid harm. When there is no clear chance of winning, they will often choose to give way.
This made the blue dragon hatchlings even more smug, raising their heads high and casting provocative glances at Thor.
They had always harbored resentment over being suppressed by Thor, and now, taking advantage of the extreme cold of the endless glacier, they naturally developed thoughts of resistance.
But Thor didn't have time to waste his energy on these fools; he always felt that the appearance of this True Ice was strange.
Although the environment here is cold, it is far from being able to nurture such a rare ice treasure. Moreover, why would those glacier dwarves leave this precious ice here instead of trying to hide it?
Unfortunately, he had too little information to figure it out for the time being.
Just then, under the command of the dragonborn, the orcs began to vigorously chisel away at the huge block of ice, intending to extract the True Ice inside.
As the crisp sound of impact rang out, chunks of dark blue ice shards flew everywhere, and a dense chill spread outwards, even condensing into a hazy white mist in the air.
Thor, who was already feeling somewhat unwell, couldn't take it anymore and quickly took a few steps back.
The orcs responsible for breaking the ice could only last for a dozen seconds before they could no longer hold on. Even though they were wrapped in thick fur cloaks, they were still shivering from the cold.
The extreme low temperature traveled through their tools and into their hands. Some of the orcs who hadn't protected their hands had their palms frozen directly to their weapons.
"No, it's too cold, I can't stand it!"
"I've lost all feeling in my hands."
The orcs who were chiseling ice scattered in a flash, and no one dared to step forward again.
Is this why the Glacier Dwarves didn't take this piece of True Ice with them?
One of the dragonborn nodded thoughtfully, while the blue dragonflights grew increasingly restless.
"Useless thing, can't even scoop a block of ice properly!"
"Useless! They're all useless!"
But the next second, their gazes suddenly shifted and fell on the red and white dragons among the young dragons.
If we use the red dragon's breath, can we melt these ice blocks? And if we add the white dragon's innate immunity to ice, can we ignore the cold emanating from the True Ice?
However, when met with Thor's indifferent gaze, they shook their heads and instead glared fiercely at the white dragon hatchlings, roaring.
"You bunch of clueless idiots! Didn't you like sticking to the ice? Now get to work and dig!"
Upon hearing this, the surrounding white dragons were instantly enraged. After raging for a while, they had no choice but to obediently surround the huge block of ice, swing their ice axe-like claws, and dig with all their might.
As expected of true dragons who live in extremely cold regions year-round, they were completely unaffected by the cold. They even bit into the ice as they dug, swallowing all the ice fragments they dug up—these ice blocks, rich in ice elements, were also a great tonic for the white dragons.
The ice block, five meters in diameter, began to shrink little by little, especially the base connected to the ground, which quickly formed a cone shape under the claws and bites of the white dragon cub.
Not long after, with a crisp cracking sound, the ice block suddenly fell to the ground.
Seeing that the True Ice had separated from the ground, the blue dragon hatchlings immediately surrounded it again, waving their claws to scare away the surrounding white dragon hatchlings, and began to discuss how to transport the True Ice out.
Several white dragon cubs silently retreated to the spot where Zhenbing had stood and began to nibble on the remaining ice.
Thor watched the farce unfold with an air of indifference. But as the crisp "crackling" sounds continued, after a while, the scales on his brow suddenly furrowed—a pale blue subtitle floated past his line of sight, indicating "Mental Essence +0.05".
Was this malevolent malice emanating from some young dragon or orc? Thor looked around but found nothing.
Immediately afterward, another notification of increased essence fragments floated by, followed by a second, a third, a fourth... until finally, the notifications were densely packed, appearing before my eyes like a blue fountain.
The bizarre sight startled Thor, causing his scales to stand on end and his head to be raised high as he looked around furtively.
The blue dragon whelps and orcs were busy packing their spoils, while the black and green dragon whelps, like himself, stood by indifferently.
The white dragon cubs had already burrowed underground, and only their tails could be seen swaying on the ground.
Wait! It burrowed underground?
Thor's gaze suddenly sharpened as he looked directly in the direction of the white dragon hatchlings. He saw that the small half of the base left by the ice block encasing the True Ice had been completely hollowed out, but the white dragon hatchlings were still digging downwards.
How could the ice block encasing Zhenbing connect to the underground? Or was it originally a void that was simply blocked by Zhenbing?
The moment the thought crossed his mind, Thor immediately turned around and sprinted toward the entrance.
The constant barrage of fragmented essence notifications indicated that a large number of creatures were unleashing intense malice upon him, yet everything around him appeared normal. The only thing that seemed amiss was the area where the young white dragons were digging.
The next second, Thor heard a series of "crackling" sounds, like the sound of ice cracking in a frozen lake in early spring.
A large amount of grayish-white mist surged out from where the white dragon cub had dug, and the dense negative energy brought a chill that was different from the cold air. There were also hideous ghostly figures floating in the mist.