Chapter 98: The Three Year Period Has Come and Gone

Rand realized that these things were, most likely, the product of his own [life magnetic field] spawning.

Eating something that he had spawned himself would certainly not have any effect.

The two little dragons, being his kind, were already higher life forms.

The mutation would not be too obvious.

And humans and these beasts, with their short lives and weak base strength, have no advantage in a world with gods, demons, dragons, devils, angels, giants, titans and other advanced beings.

There is no advantage to speak of, and it is not wrong to look at them as low-level lifeforms.

It's like some animals in a previous world, excreting feces that would be unspeakably delicious to some worms ...

In order to continue the experiment, Rand began to intentionally feed the dragonhead mushrooms and dragonscale grass to these draconians, while letting them rest close to the edge of the crater where they lived.

On the 110th day, as he had expected, the dragons mutated much faster than they had at the beginning.

At least twice as fast.

But the long observation had made him feel a bit bored.

So he also started to let these draconians spar to see exactly how strong they were.

Also to see what the difference was between the mutated Red Dragons and the Black Dragons.

Rand had some eyesight, thanks to his previous visits to see the Orcs sparring sometimes.

In addition, there were also many former adventurers among these people.

He was able to make some judgements about the strength of the group.

Looking at the strength of these draconians alone, they were not bad at all.

Aval, at this moment, was at least nearly level six.

The rest of the ordinary crew that had changed came in at level four to five.

The great reason for this is that they do not have suitable weapons, as well as having been professionally trained, otherwise they could be a little stronger.

And those professionals, originally heard to be tenth level warrior adventurers, should have twelfth level strength ...

These adventurers, originally have a wealth of combat experience, as well as skills, but various aspects of the body's function, is subject to racial restrictions, this once the fight to, although only two levels of upgrading, but some of the difference between the sky and the earth!

As for the difference between the Red Dragons and the Black Dragons?

The most important thing is that the people of the world are not as strong as the other people.

The Black Dragons, on the other hand, were almost at fitness instructor level already, all muscle.

But in contrast, the crimson dragons possess faster agility, as well as the ability to spit fire.

Although their ability to spit fire at the moment can only spit a small fire ...

The Black Dragons are thick-skinned and seem to be a little more proficient than water.

All the same, Rand had the two dragon cubs come down and compete with them.

The result was that an eleventh or twelfth level adventurer, with a weapon, could beat either of the two dragon cubs.

But without weapons, they were easily defeated by the two dragon cubs.

Physically, the two dragons could easily beat these dragons, but with weapons, it would be a difficult task.

Especially those high level professionals, are in possession of magic weapons, although the grade is not necessarily high.

But their sharpness is really difficult to deal with for the young dragons whose scales are not hard enough.

But the two dragon cubs were strong enough, and could definitely hang on to any dragon of their age, and even those one age higher would not necessarily be a match for them.

The biomagnetic field, and the effect of the derivatives, is really good.

The increase in strength was extremely obvious.

It made these adventurers treat Rand with eagerness.

In this world, there was once this saying.

Freedom is valuable!

Life is more valuable!

If it is for strength! Both can be thrown away!

In a fantasy world, there is nothing more important than strength!

What! Why do you care so much about strength when you're already dead?

Can't I be an undead? Wraiths, death knights, all of them are powerful! Aren't they still a bunch of dead people?

The 120th day.

Even the ordinary dragons treated him better, as shown by the fact that sometimes, when Rand flew out to watch them, they would smile at him strangely and even greet him.

Some, like Avar and the other adventurers, would actually go out into the forest to catch some animals and pay homage to Rand.

Everything seemed to be moving in a good direction.

As for the dragonized ferocious tiger?

The hair had completely fallen off, one scale grew out, the fangs in its mouth grew sharper and longer, and its body grew another 30 or 40 centimetres, making it ferocious and powerful.

However, compared to the two dragon cubs, they were still quite inferior, and could only barely deal with level 9 or 10 dragons without equipment.

A month soon passed.

On this day, Rand was lying comfortably in the lava pool, resting with his eyes closed.

There were no dragons in the entire volcano, except for him.

They had all been sent out by Rand to catch fish! Well, along with them, there were some Black Dragons.

It couldn't be helped that as Rand had grown in size, he already needed ten tons of food in one meal to fill his stomach.

Of course, he didn't need to eat a meal every day, he would only eat once in about five or six days.

If only two baby dragons were left to hunt, it could take half a day if they were unlucky!

Whereas if there were Black Dragons helping along, then it could easily be sorted out in an hour or so.

Grrrrr~ Grrrr~

The resting dragon snored, and I don't know how long had passed.

A soft cry rang out.

"Rand! Rand! We're back! We've caught all the food you asked for!"

It was the voice of the young female dragon.

Rand opened his eyes to see two dragon cubs flying in mid-air, howling at him and clutching two fish in their claws.

He didn't say much, but opened his huge maw, black as an abyss.

The two dragon cubs took aim and then threw the fish in their claws straight into it.

Rand took a moment to chew and then swallowed it in one gulp.

The two young dragons then fly out of the volcano again, and a few moments later, they throw a few more fish into Rand's mouth, and so on and so forth.

Suddenly, the little black dragon reappears in Rand's field of vision, grabbing a strange fish with hands and feet and throwing it into Rand's huge mouth!

As it kept falling.

The fish face of the monster fish also showed a human look of horror.

"Ah la la la la! Ala la la la la la! Aaaaahhhhhhh!"

The strange fish's scream was several decibels higher.

This caused a hint of consternation on Rand's dragon face, until the strange fish fell completely into the giant mouth, and he did not close it and chew as he had done before.

Instead, he did not move until the strange fish in the entrance burst out of it.

"Ah la la la!"

The strange fish stood on the gargoyle's head and cried out in surprise, but not before it was pleased.

The hot steam from the boiling lava around it, however, instantly made its skin red and a large amount of sweat seeped out of it, causing it to scream in terror.

"Ala la la la la la! Ah la la la la!"

Rand looked at the strange fish on his dragon's face and all at once lifted his claws and, after draining the lava, violently squeezed it, then lifted it up and examined it carefully.

It had a small body, maybe thirty centimetres, with pursed hands and feet, gills on either side of its cheeks, a pair of huge fish eyes that took up nearly a third of its face, and silvery-blue skin.

It looked comical and ridiculous.

With a little searching from the Dragon's Legacy, Rand found out about this strange fish.

A fish-man!

Just as there were hundreds of races living on the land, the ocean was also home to countless races of life.

Fishmen, like humans, are intelligent races that dominate the seas.

However, within this vast community of fishmen, there are countless subdivisions.

Among them are sharkmen, whalemen, octopi, swordfish, etc. etc. ...

They are not a group, and even kill each other and devour each other.

Although they are an intelligent race, they are somewhat less intelligent than humans.

The fishman in Rand's claw, however, is a sardine fishman.

One of the least powerful fishmen in the ocean, and one of the food for most other fishmen!

Not very intelligent, only the IQ of a human of seven or eight years old, according to some scholarly research.

Ah la la la.

The sardine fishman screamed strangely in fear

Rand had inherited memories, and language was one of the more important ones, so naturally he had the fishman language, so he could understand what the other man was screaming at random.

Something to the effect of pleading with him for mercy.

With a twinkle in his eye, he flew out of the volcano with the sardine fishman.

The little female dragon followed behind him, somewhat surprised, and asked

"Rand! You're not eating this little thing anymore? I've tasted it before and it actually tastes good, so if you're not going to eat it, give it to me!"

The little female dragon said and couldn't help but glance at the fishman.

That malicious look scared the sardine man into an extra puddle of water on his otherwise dry lower body.

"What foolishness you are talking about! This fishman! But there's a big use for it!"

With a low growl, Rand flew outside the volcano and dropped it directly on the ground, followed by a dragonhead mushroom.

"Waaaaaaaaaaa!"

This fish-man did not understand the meaning, but instinctively raised its hands, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed.

They were surrendering.

The sardine fishman strength was due to being too weak.

There was not much of a fighting heritage.

Under the teachings of their clan elders, they only knew that when they were caught by another creature, they had to surrender as fast as they could! Only then could they possibly survive!

"Eat it!"

Rand did not bother with the fishman's behaviour, but spoke to himself.

The language used was the continent's common tongue.

The little female dragon on one side froze at the words, then with a delighted smile, opened her mouth and bit towards the fishman!

"Woah la la la!"

The sardine fish-man was so frightened that he got even wetter between his legs!

Seeing the little female dragon's mouth, only the last half metre from the sardine fish-man, Rand grabbed her by the neck and lifted her up, glaring angrily at the red dragon cub.

"I was letting this fishman eat the dragonhead mushroom! What are you doing, you stupid bastard?"

"I ... thought you were making me eat it! It looks delicious." The little female dragon commiserated.

"On top of that, the fishman doesn't look like he's too brainy to understand what you're saying! You should speak to a fishman in fishman!"

The little female dragon argued.

Rand gave her a brain massage right away.

She froth at the mouth, her eyes roll up and she passes out, and Rand tosses her aside.

He then turned his attention back to the little black dragon.

The little black dragon shivered, and without Rand having to say anything, he cleverly ala-la-la-la-la'd.

He was acting as a translator for the fishman!

This clever dragon cub knew, of course, why Rand didn't want to speak fishman!

It was simple! Because the language was stupid! And the target was weak!

To lower oneself and communicate with such fools would be an absolute disgrace in the eyes of the dragon!

Such a shame! How can Rand, the elder brother, take it?

We, the younger siblings, will have to suffer!

Fiona, that idiot! She deserves to be beaten up by Rand!

She doesn't know how to look at her big brother! How can you be a sister to your big brother?

"Waaaaaaaaa!"

Ed, the little black dragon, had betrayed his voice with a strange cry.

The sardine man froze and let out another wah-la-la-la.

It seemed to be in some disbelief that the dragon before it was so amiable as to give them food to eat!

"Waa-la-la!" The little black dragon screamed strangely again.

It was not until this moment that the sardines were sure.

After that, he picked up the dragon's head mushroom and gnawed on it, but after a few bites, he was full, after which he continued to raise his hands high and beg for mercy.

Rand ignored him and simply told the dragon man to keep an eye on it, before returning to the volcano.

Until the fifth day, all that was left to do was to feed the dragonhead mushroom.

The sardine man's scales had darkened considerably and its body length seemed to have grown by a few centimetres.

Only then did Rand reappear in front of it.

The fish-man, at this point, nodded his head and wah-wah-wah-wah-wah.

A pair of big fish eyes were full of exhilaration and adoration.

It had felt the change in just five days! It had gotten stronger!

That's all that matters!

"Ed! Tell this fish-man! Tell it to bring all of its people! I will grant them more of this and make them even stronger."

Rand grabbed the dragon head mushroom and waved it around.

"Waa-la-la-la!"

"Woah la la la la!"

The fishmen listened to the translation and instantly stomped on a pair of short legs and kept bouncing, and the sky was full of joy as they agreed.

The three dragons, as well as some of the dragon men, watched it leave.

About half a day later, along the entire coast, waves rolled in and a large group of sardine fishermen emerged from it, came to the ground and bowed down to him.

Waa-la-la! The cries of wah-la-la-la were incessant.

By Rand's rough count, there were at least two to three thousand sardines.

According to Rand's memory, the sardines were the weakest race in the sea.

Once on shore, a human could easily defeat dozens or even hundreds of sardines.

To show the strength of a sardine fisherman with data, it was 0.1 level! The trash of trash.

But there are so many of them! Smaller tribes have a few thousand clansmen.

Medium ones by the tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, large ones by the millions!

Rand had seen this from the start.

He didn't need these guys to be strong, but if there were enough of them and they had some intelligence! That would be enough to be of use to him!

What he lacked most among his dependents now was quantity.

As for quality?

He picked up a dragon head mushroom off to the side and instructed the dragons to feed it to the sardine fishmen.

After eating it, these fishmen rested near the island.

The next day they would be ala-la-la-la again, fed by the dragons.

On the first day, the second day, and even the fifth day, these fishmen begin to change one by one, they dance with excitement, but on the tenth day, the failures appear again.

They put it behind them after the initial panic.

As a group whose racial superiority is based on numbers, their ability to reproduce is extremely impressive, as well as their annual death toll, which is so great that the death of one or two sardine fishermen does not hurt at all!

They are used to it!

The twentieth day passes and nearly a hundred sardines have died! But it doesn't matter!

At the same time there was a great physical alienation of their bodies in comparison, their body length grew by about ten centimetres, the scales on their bodies became darker, thicker and harder, which made the sardine men, who had been weak and used to it, extremely cheerful.

From this, Rand could see that these guys were an extremely good bunch of dependents.

Not very intelligent and easy to control.

A month passed, and Rand continued to observe this group of sardines from time to time.

But unexpectedly, this day, one of the fishmen, actually brought a few pearls, as well as a few broken diamonds to Rand as if offering a treasure, and after Rand took them, the group of sardines broke out into a joyful cheer.

After a careful examination of the items, they were not worth much, and were estimated to be worth only three silver labrets.

But as they fell asleep that night.

The dream world began to distort and that familiar computer reappeared.

"[Power] 3!

You have taken in a large number of sardinians, rare but unique humans (draconians).

They sincerely worship at your feet and serve you as their master.

You are now a fully-fledged lord dragon!

You have a large and powerful army!

Wherever you are, the creatures around you will look upon you with admiration.

You have gained a new potential.

Potential +3!"

Next moment, physique growth: 27

But, a physique breakthrough of 25 and no new natural ability?

Rand was slightly surprised, but was able to understand, so I guess the next time it was unlocked, it would be 30.

The next day, early in the morning, Rand came out of the volcano and once again saw a group of sardine fishermen feeding on the shore, and the moment he saw Rand, another fisherman offered him something like a treasure.

A worn, rusty scimitar used by humans.

And a jewelled, somewhat rusty dagger!

A pair of pants covered in sea salt?

Tsk!

The scimitar, and the panties were worthless, and Rand burned them to ashes with one direct breath of his dragon's breath.

A group of sardines, a little downcast at the sight.

But the gems on the jeweled dagger over there, by Rand's estimation, were worth a 2 gintar!

This surprised Rand a little, these sardines, it seemed, had some other purpose?

Rand took it with satisfaction, and the sardines were once again dancing around, looking very happy.

And so on, Rand found that every day, these sardine men, brought him something odd.

Useless glass bottles, torn human clothes, and weapons.

Some glittering pearls, gems, gold and silver coins.

Each month, it almost always earned him 3-8 gold tars, a windfall of sorts.

Just when Rand thought that was all.

One day, three months later.

They brought in a strange conchoid.

Rand took a closer look, and boy!

It was a magic item!

It had an uplifting, morale-boosting effect.

He experimented initially.

With the enchantment of the spiral horn, the same mutant sardine men with the enchantment of the spiral horn were enough to be ten for eleven ...

Valued at 34 gintals!

Unexpected harvests always surprise dragons, and the more Rand looked at these fishermen, the better he saw them.

After the eighth month.

These fishmen found him another magic item.

A trench coat with the power of invisibility, valued at 19 gold tars.

Soon, more than a year passed.

Inside the volcano.

A somewhat excited voice rang out at that moment.

"Rand! Rand! Three years have come and gone! Now we can go back! It's so boring to be here all the time!"

The owner of the voice, a black dragon with the appearance of a black dragon, but not too thin, covered in dark red scales and armour, about six and a half metres long.

It was Ed.

As usual, he was hiding in the hole dug into the volcanic wall, from which he poked his long neck out and looked into the hot pool of lava.

There, almost twenty-two metres long and with thick limbs, lay a huge dragon.

He is covered in black scales, except for the red scales on his chest and belly, which rise and fall with each breath.

The dragon's wings were slightly flexed, and a pair of fleshy membranes were bright red and shimmering, with a crimson light shining from time to time in the open mouth of the dragon.

The eyes, which were originally closed, snapped open at the sound of the shout.

It seemed to brighten the already bright volcano by several degrees.

His eyes were so crimson that it was hard to see the pupils.

Pang!

The huge dragon's wings shook and the pool full of magma splashed out as if it was boiling.

The dragon rose up into the air and into the sky!

Countless drops of magma were washed down and fell, and the entire volcano looked like it was raining magma.

"Three years have come to an end! My dependents! Return with me to the Greenwood! I will lead you to conquer the whole world!"

The dragon's loud voice rumbled like a thunderclap and could be heard clearly even from several kilometres away.

"Oooooooooooooo!!!"

The edge of the volcano.

More than thirty strange creatures let out a roar.

They** had their upper bodies and their lower bodies were an apron made of leaves.

They were covered in either red or black scales, and their limbs were unusually thick.

The fingers are rough and have ten centimetre long claws at the tips.

The feet are slightly curved and look extremely strong and powerful, with a stubby toe growing from the heel area.

They were each over two metres tall, with the tallest one even being around two metres three or four.

These monstrous fellows were, naturally, dragon men!

A group of monsters that were completely out of the realm of man and possessed all sorts of dragon-like features!

At the seaside, the sea was boiling.

Thousands of monsters, 70 to 80 centimetres long, with fish heads and bodies, black scales and tails, leapt out of the sea, carrying some rusty weapons, holding their hands high and roaring in rage.

The sound of their roar shook the clouds.

These were the sardine draconians that had mutated over a year.

"ROAR!!!"

With the last two loud and clear dragon roars.

Rand waved his huge dragon wings and flew towards the southwest.

Countless red sparks blossomed on the trajectory it flew through.

The two young dragons followed close behind.

A group of dragons reached the shore and leapt down towards the sea, countless sardine draconians turning into a carpet of fish as they raced across the surface!

The three dragons took the lead, flying far faster than the fish-dragons, their huge shadows enveloping the mountains and towns, and many who spotted their movements were startled.

They were a sight to behold.

It took a full day for the three dragons to be the first to return to the Green Forest.

Looking at the familiar forest, Rand sighed a little for a moment.

It wasn't that he hadn't thought about staying on the island, but the dragon's mind was constantly influencing him.

Before, he had been "forced" to leave the Greenwood, to be honest.

After his evil deeds, he was forced by the invisible pressure of his weakness.

This made him sulk in his heart.

As a five-coloured dragon, they are naturally narrow-minded and vengeful, so it is not bad if they can endure for three years.

Having said that, it was time for him to take on the property at Agamf's, that way he could get to 30 physique and unlock a new talent to take his strength to the next level!

It wasn't that he didn't want to, but it was hard to get up with this hangover, this body's character!

As time goes on, his personality and hobbies will continue to converge with those of a real dragon.

After all, his life was only twenty years long!

Now the life of a dragon is only ten years old! But it was a great shock to life!

Not to mention the next fifty years? A hundred years? Or even a thousand years?

So, how could a human life not be an interesting memory for him?

Finding the big tree where he used to live, Rand slowly descended.

He even had to break two huge trees to do so, because of the sheer size of his body, before he landed peacefully.

"Ho!!! The great Red Dragon King! Fiona is back!!!"

The little female dragon roared in excitement, her roar roaring through the forest.

The little black dragon couldn't help but roar too.

Rand was in a good mood, so he let them go and went back to the tree cave where he had lived before, trying to get inside and remember the past.

The result was that his head went in, but his body was stuck ... in place, and with a little effort, the entire 100 meter tall tree began to tilt.

This made him have to exit.

The heart sighs, he is no longer the old one, only 20 or 30 tons of the little baby!

He was now a big baby of at least one or two hundred tonnes!

The years! Blackened grapes, softened bananas.

In the blink of an eye, he's ten years old!

After reminiscing for a while, he went back to the place where the Orcs and Elves had lived before.

All were gone.

But something was not right. The Orcs were fine, but the Elves' dwelling, there were clear signs of battle.

Here, a battle had taken place.

There was a vague sense of foreboding in his mind.

Nor was he in the mood to stay any longer, ready to go to Agamf.

Since the near destruction of the city of Aire, he had let the other man go to other noble territories to develop.

This guy had chosen another kingdom called Tado, apart from the Kingdom of Lain and the Kingdom of Hessen, to develop at that time.

Well, if I remember correctly, it should be one in the city of Bok, the lord's name is Bok, and it seems to be an earldom.

It seems to have been popular in the nearby kingdoms to change the name of the city to the family name, sort of simple and easy to understand.