With these mineral veins available,
the Red Dragon Whelp would secretly stash the ore he mined in his Spatial Ring.
Then he would travel through the King's Ring to World Tree Island and sell it to the elves.
The Red Dragon Whelp's behavior was highly unusual.
Although Xiluo found it a little puzzling, he did not interfere much.
After all, this fellow had previously accomplished the feat of leaving the group to go it alone in Abyssal Hell. Most importantly, he had only been a young dragon at the time...
If he could do something like that, what couldn't he do?
But Xiluo knew one thing.
Whatever happened, Gordon would never screw over one of his own dragons.
As time passed, the captive magic beasts in Abyssal Hell grew more and more numerous.
The breeding grounds expanded from their original one square kilometer to several square kilometers.
Xiluo had to assign more people to care for these magic beasts and ordinary animals.
During their efforts to capture magic beasts,
Abel would always take away some powerful ones to breed stronger dragonbeast offspring.
Naturally, Xiluo would not stop him.
Thus, life in Niro City slowly passed as it resisted the undead attacks... no, harassment would be more accurate, while continuing its own development.
Soon,
four years had passed just like that...
"Push! Push! The baby's head is out! It's a very cute dragon head! Push a little harder! The whole baby will be out any moment!"
In Niro City,
inside a certain spacious, luxurious bedroom,
a midwife stood beside a green-haired elf, calling out loudly.
The green-haired elf was visibly straining.
Beside them,
a three-meter-long dragon was enveloped in rippling water, lightning flickering over his body.
The imposing, commanding, beautiful dragon crouched calmly on the floor, his neck raised as he