Boom!
Ten enormous iron crates were thrown into Shadowflame Volcano by Russell.
"Shadowflame, I've brought back the ten Fallen Wyverns you wanted." Russell opened the iron crates one by one.
Inside the crates were Fallen Wyverns bound by Metal Magic Arrays. Their flesh had all rotted away, leaving only bare skeletons. Of course, ghostly fire flickered in their eye sockets—they were not dead.
"Mm, you really did bring the Fallen Wyverns back!" The Shadowflame Dragon narrowed his eyes, looking utterly content.
Ever since he had chosen Russell as his knight.
Everything had changed. One territory after another had been opened up, Frost Star Beads were being stockpiled batch by batch, and now he could even refine Fallen Wyverns.
This comfortable life was something he had never experienced in his centuries of dragonhood, even while working with his previous three Dragon Knights.
In the past, the entire kingdom needed him to hold the line, patrol the borders, support battlefields, and fight Snow Giants in brutal campaigns.
Now, all he had to do was lie comfortably in the lava and wait for Russell to feed him.
"Choosing well matters more than working hard!" At this moment, the Shadowflame Dragon gained a profound understanding of something Russell had once said.
"Shadowflame, how are you going to refine them?" Russell had no idea the Shadowflame Dragon was privately sighing over his good fortune. He stared at the dragon eagerly, hoping Shadowflame would hurry up and make him a Dragon Egg.
"Don't rush, don't rush." The Shadowflame Dragon looked ferocious, but his smile was as kindly as a grandmother's. "Throw them into the lava, and in three days, you can come collect the Dragon Eggs. Shadowflame will remodel them properly!"
"Alright!"
Russell immediately grabbed one bound Wyvern and tossed it into the lava.
Once the