The roar caught in its throat, turning into a puzzled snort.
Velsadorn stared fixedly at the dragon egg in He Xi's arms.
It had originally assumed that a group of reckless insects had merely disturbed the peace here.
Among the collapsed rubble, it quickly located two living creatures, one large and one small—the Two-Headed Ogre currently clutched in its claws and that dwarf. It had planned to bring them back to its lair as amusements to pass the time during its long life.
However, just as it was about to return to its lair—
A familiar tremor came from the other side of the underground passage.
The thing it had brought all the way back from Emerald Grove and placed deep within the most magic-rich part of its lair... had actually moved.
It suddenly realized that this might not be some minor disturbance. Some despicable thief had set their sights on this dragon egg!
It immediately changed direction, smashed through layer after layer of rock walls, and charged straight at this vile thief, ready to unleash its wrath.
Yet the state of the dragon egg before it made it stop at once.
After all, it had left its nest atop the mountains and hidden in this remote valley precisely to prevent that old friend from coming to take away this spark, which held extraordinary meaning for both of them.
For this relic left behind by an ancient elder, Velsadorn had tried countless methods.
But the egg had never reacted.
With no other choice, it could only follow its old friend's description and place it in the most magic-rich area of its lair.
Only not long ago, after it finally crossed that threshold and entered adulthood, when the power of its lair had fully formed, did this relic that had absorbed