Blue Claw Alogosith felt like she was about to go mad!
The depression and pent-up frustration were enough to drive her crazy!
She had only heard of a decent deal after waking from her slumber and come over to take a look—just a stroll to stretch her wings and fill her belly while she was at it. Yet an entire shipload of magic items had inexplicably turned to stone, and now she had even provoked a deranged silver dragon!
Wasn't he a lunatic? She had already taken the initiative to back down. All he had to do was pay the tithe, like every other ship, but that damned silver dragon was like he had dragon madness. The moment they met, he spat in her face—and it was terrifyingly powerful!
This was Alogosith's territory, her home ground!
What was wrong with her collecting a bit of toll according to the rules? What was wrong with it?! Had she stolen his family treasure or something?!
Even metal dragons and chromatic dragons, born on opposing sides, did not have to fight to the death every time they met!
This wasn't the Dragonfall Battlefield. Even if dragon blood was spilled here, no one would reward you for it!
Fortunately, her long life had also given her abundant experience in handling sudden situations. It was not Alogosith's first time running into someone tough.
When she encountered something that wanted her life, if she could not afford to provoke it, could she not simply hide from it? Besides, the other party did not know where her lair was.
Once she survived her final slumber, successfully grasped her destiny, and became an ancient dragon legend, every bastard who had ever bullied Alogosith would have to kneel at her feet!
Thinking that way made her feel much better.