Debate Within the Dragon Race

Fifty Giant God Soldiers stepped into the mine with heavy strides.

Their bodies were too large, and the mine entrance was too small, but they had a way—their bodies could transform.

Gold Tooth had carved transformation runes onto their rune stones, allowing them to shrink their forms when needed.

This was one of the Goblin race's proudest inventions.

One by one, the Giant God Soldiers shrank their bodies down to the size of ordinary Dwarves, formed a column, and walked into the mine.

Soon, the clinking and clanging of strikes rang out from inside the mine—that was the Giant God Soldiers mining.

Their efficiency was more than ten times higher than that of ordinary miners.

Iron Hammer stood outside the mine, watching cart after cart of ore being hauled out, a satisfied smile appearing on his face.

Those ores were black yet translucent, flashing with a metallic luster.

They were Adamantine Ore and Mithril Ore, worth cities.

"Good! Good! Good!" He said the word "good" three times in a row, his eyes filled with greed.

Gold Tooth also smiled. "The king said that once this is done, thirty percent of the profits will go to us Goblins. This trip was worth it!"

His green eyes flashed with excitement.

Iron Hammer nodded. "Don't worry. The king's word carries the weight of nine tripods. He won't treat you unfairly."

The Dragon Race was one of the oldest ancient races on Jiquan Star.

Their history was even longer than that of the Human Race, the Dwarven race, and the Elf Race.

According to legend, when heaven and earth first opened, the Dragon Race had already existed.

They had witnessed the birth of the world, witnessed the evolution of all things, and witnessed the rise and fall of countless races.

They were the