Chapter 12: 011 Troll and Lizardman

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There are many kinds of dragons in Arcadia, but generally, they are divided into two categories in human perception.

The more prominent being the evil Color Dragons, and the other being the relatively amiable Metallic Dragons who are part of the good alliance.

There are also rumors of a Gem Dragon, but as there are few eyewitnesses, it is generally not mentioned by many.

The Mother of Thorns, Cassiopeia, and the Red Dragon on the Sulfur Mountains, both belong to the category of Color Dragons, with the Blue Dragon, Black Dragon, and White Dragon being others in this category.

Some also refer to the Color Dragons as the Five Color Dragons.

Most Color Dragons are evil and selfish, extreme individualists; warlike, greedy, and arrogant are their synonyms. They like to use fear to oppress all creatures, even if the other party is from their kind.

Greed is the core essence of Color Dragons. They are fascinated with treasures, and love shiny gems and enchanted equipment.

They believe that they have the right to possess all the wealth in the world, regardless of who the previous owners were.

Hence, Color Dragons wouldn’t hesitate when plundering the wealth of other beings, they might even wipe out entire villages over a few gold coins.

Naturally, as the Color Dragons built up a notorious reputation, tales of slaying them as the major theme grew along with the amount of their amassed treasures.

On the other hand, Metallic Dragons, although equally desirous of wealth, were not excessively skewed by greed.

They are dedicated to researching obscure artifacts, some Metallic Dragons would even use part of their treasure vault for a greater cause. This is why Metallic Dragons have a decent reputation in Arcadia.

Due to the fundamentally different standing and opposing beliefs, most Color Dragons and Metallic Dragons are mutually exclusive.

Conflict at first sight is common, there have even been several largescale True Dragon Wars in the history of Arcadia.

Just as some Metallic Dragons like to persuade Color Dragons to turn to the side of goodness, some Color Dragons enjoy watching righteous Metallic Dragons fall into being evil minions.

Coincidentally, Cassiopeia is one of them. She enjoys watching the so-called good races fall into corruption, eventually siding with evil. If they could become her minions, that would be even better.

Over the centuries, she has successfully corrupted some Elves and Giant Eagles into her minions.

A juvenile Silver Dragon, if allowed to grow for a few decades, could become quite a useful power.

Although this Silver Dragon looks a bit peculiar, perhaps its bloodline isn’t pure, it seems to have some Red Dragon blood mixed in. But it also indicates that it would be easier for it to be corrupted by her.

At this thought, Cassiopeia quickly called upon her chief enforcer, an ugly Giant Troll that stood over four meters tall. This creature was the leader of the Troll Clan in the Thorn Legion.

This greenish troll, covered in sores and twisted scars, seemed to be a mutant with four arms of varying lengths. His odd appearance made him seem rather intimidating, and nobody would dare defy him.

“Kamia, come here!”

The troll clumsily prostrated itself on the ground, showing the utmost respect his brain, which was probably no bigger than a walnut, could comprehend.

Trolls are akin to disasters in any place due to their terrifying inherent appetite. They eat everything they can get their hands on.

Therefore, anywhere they went, they would devour everything edible, perhaps even including their kind.

Also, the regenerative ability of Trolls is extremely frightening. Even if their bones were crushed, their tendons cut, or their heads chopped off, it would merely infuriate them, not kill them.

Hence, Trolls are foes that many adventurers and even monsters aren’t eager to confront.

They are not intelligent and difficult to control due to their unquenchable greed, but they’re certainly willing to work for powerful beings, namely Giants or Dragons for instance.

And so, Cassiopeia had easily subdued Kamia and his clan initially, the price being the provision of ample food.

Inside the Nolan Forest, inferior and rampant Kobolds and wild boars are everywhere, it wouldn’t be a burden.

Not to mention, Trolls aren’t picky eaters, they can feast on hard and sharp thorny bushes when they’re famished.

Kamia, the Troll, being the primary enforcer of the Thorn Nest should be fully capable enough to deal with a Silver Dragon cub. Of course, we’re referring to a normally developed dragon cub here.

Cassiopeia was somewhat worried if this fellow could successfully complete the task she’d assigned him. It would be quite a hassle if this simpleton, who only knew how to eat and fight, mistook the dragon cub as a nutritious lunch and crunched it into bits.

Hence, Cassiopeia summoned another monster, a rare one having some brains, Saru, the chief of the Lizardman Clan.

The Lizardman Clan, also being quite peripheral member of the assault legion, with scales of this midlife leader already showing signs of whitening. Yet his gaze was unusually bright among monsters.

His physique wasn’t exceptional, not even comparable to the admirable warriors of his clan, but his mind rarely functioned well. Even if it wasn’t at par with human sages, in a horde of low-witted monsters, it was rather remarkable.

This was the reason Cassiopeia, despite not liking him much, still summoned him.

The Lizardman leader Saru dropped the shoddy wooden stick in his hand, kneeled on one knee before Cassiopeia’s throne, and patiently listened to the request of the Mother of Thorns.

“As you wish, my master!”

Saru left the Thorn Nest with a somewhat worried walk, following him was Kamia, with his head tilted, looking less intelligent.

This fierce Troll, while temporarily remembering the task assigned by his master, Saru found it hard to believe how long the task would last in his walnut-sized brain.

This time Saru didn’t bring the Lizardman Clan warriors for the task, he didn’t want his youngsters to be torn apart by this dull-witted Troll.

God knows if he can resist the Trolls’ insatiable hunger.

Anyway, the one responsible for dealing with the Dragon cub, this big fellow, no matter how much effort he needed to put, Saru only needed to bring the young dragon back in the end.

Nolan Forest is vast, it even takes a considerable amount of time to walk from the Thorn Nest located centrally to the outer areas.

Due to old age, Saru wasn’t suitable for continuous long-distance hiking, hence when the sun set and the moon rose, he chose to rest leaning against a tree.

Saru was originally thinking of riding a Giant Eagle, but Kamia’s huge body made it hard for the eagle to carry.

Moreover, if he got onto the Giant Eagle, instead of functioning as a mount, maybe it would be the right choice to have it as dinner.

The Giant Troll Kamia was nibbling on all the edible things around him. Poisonous insects, wild beasts, and even branches and stones were stuffed into his stomach.

This made Saru believe all the more that leaving the other warriors of his clan behind was the correct choice.

As for Otto, he was not aware that his location had been exposed, he and Sofia were sound asleep in the cave.

The Half-Elf little girl covered herself with a heavy bear skin, using his tail as a pillow, seemed to have had some good dreams. Munching on her mouth, drool was flowing directly onto Otto’s tail