The value of a war stable went without saying. Once built, it would quickly bring enormous profits to the territory.
However, obtaining three types of Legendary Dragon Blood would not be easy. Setting aside the fact that true dragons possessed combat power that stood at the very pinnacle of their rank—
Simply finding three dragons that met the requirements would be difficult enough.
Across the Endless Continent, there were quite a few Pureblood Dragons, but the Endless Continent was simply far too vast.
Journeys routinely spanned tens or even hundreds of thousands of kilometers. Even making a round trip was no easy task, let alone fighting them and drawing their blood.
Moreover, dragons that had grown to the Legendary rank were generally old dragons that had lived for centuries.
They had accumulated centuries of resources, possessing vast quantities of treasure, magical curios, and followers.
Most were true Lord dragons, with hundreds of thousands of followers under their command. They were basically on the level of the Black-Winged Tyrant, nothing like the mere few hundred followers Little Blackie had back then.
Even though Zong Shen's strength had improved drastically and he was no weaker than dragons of the same rank, individual combat power only determined the outcome of a duel. Those Lord dragons would not foolishly fight him one-on-one.
What was more, Zong Shen had heard that many Lord dragons, relying on their immense strength, even had follower leaders who had reached the level of Legendary powerhouses. Since true dragons could firmly suppress others of the same Legendary rank, it was nothing remarkable for them to subdue Legendary members of other races.
If a real fight broke out, the implications would be enormous.
The more he thought about it, the more troublesome it seemed.
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