Soul of the Heroic Spirit (Crimson Dragon Lord), Blight Venom Dragon Lord

The atmosphere in the forest fell silent.

Yaluer, Fairy Wuwu, Snake Person Mara, and even Troll Stone Stomach, who was still completely confused about what was happening, all kept their mouths tightly shut.

Whoosh—

Whoosh—

The roar of broad dragon wings beating overhead echoed through the air.

The Crimson Dragon and the Fairy Wing Chief calmly watched the golden-eyed boy crouching on the ground with his arms around his knees.

"Why?"

The golden-eyed boy opened his mouth. His face was filled with confusion, and his voice was slightly youthful and hoarse.

"You need not know the reason."

"The matter is extremely complicated, far beyond your imagination." The Crimson Dragon Lord proudly raised his head and spoke indifferently with the arrogance unique to the Dragon Race. "The Fairy Tribe and I will help you establish a nation. You may take complete control over its governance and future."

"And all I require is the influence possessed by one who inherited the Minotaur Sage Bloodline."

Yaluer and Snake Person Mara exchanged glances. The brief words contained an enormous amount of information, but what shocked them most was—

The Minotaur Nation was actually going to be destroyed?

"I hope this isn't a dream."

Snake Person Mara's expression stiffened as he muttered under his breath.

Yaluer pricked up her ears and listened closely. This was all extremely important intelligence, and she had to report it to Lord Hero.

—Besides.

Yaluer's gaze flickered as her eyes swiftly swept over the Fairy Wing Chief. She remembered how considerate he had been toward her last time.

She had always suspected that the Fairy Wing Chief knew Lord Hero. That was something she needed to confirm as well.

A brief silence followed.

"Alright." The golden-eyed boy nodded.

"You are far smarter and more rational than I imagined. At least