"An honored guest has come to visit. What can I do for you?"
The Obsidian Dragon's gaze was calm, and no expression could be seen on her face beneath its obsidian scales. Yet Lothar's keen spiritual senses still caught the tension in her emotions.
If the Northern Dragons united, they were clearly not something Lothar could defeat alone.
But if Lothar demanded to join the dragon clan, her status would inevitably decline over time.
After all, dragons worshipped strength by nature. With Lothar possessing the greatest individual combat power, if he truly wished to become Dragon King, it would not be difficult for him to replace the Obsidian Dragon and marginalize her.
Lothar said bluntly, "I want to hire a group of dragons to fight for me."
"Would a dragon as powerful as you need assistance?" The Obsidian Dragon looked at Lothar with some confusion. "Unless humanity's legendary spellcasters joined forces, I don't believe there is anything in this world that could threaten you."
"And if the enemy were legendary spellcasters, the young dragons likely would not be much help."
Lothar repeated the explanation he had given the female dragon.
The Obsidian Dragon still shook her head. "The once-mighty Ancient Gods have all fallen. The world no longer belongs to dragonkind. Forgive me, but I cannot agree to your request."
Lothar raised his head in displeasure, his immense body looking down upon the Obsidian Dragon from above. It was clearly not a particularly polite gesture.
Some fire dragons stirred restlessly, as though they wanted to help, but more chose to watch the show. Dragons revered strength. Both possessed the bloodline of Dragon Kings; who held the higher status would ultimately be decided by strength.
The Obsidian Dragon clearly noticed this. She softened her tone once more. "Stranger Dragon King, could