Chapter 175: The Dire Consequences of Insults

Garon had never seen such a dense and lively concentration of fire elemental energy before.

He took a deep breath.

A faint smell of sulfur and a temperature far higher than that of the Far North Ice Fields hit him in the face.

A portion of the cold air that seeped through the stone door, along with the cold wind and the high temperature air here, immediately sparked a sizzling sound. Near the stone door, a steaming vapor arose, spreading out and enveloping the figures of everyone present.

Looking far into the distance, the view was a world of fiery red and scorched black.

The red of the flames and the scorched black ground, burned and roasted by the flames, constituted the main colors of this elemental semi-plane.

Garon activated his detection aura.

His vision was immediately filled with the two-colored aura of fire and earth elements.

The air was full of fire elements, including the sky that looked like a curtain of flames, while the ground was made up of sinking earth elements, interspersed with some fire elements.

"Although this is a quasi-plane of both fire and earth elements, the quantity and density of fire elements seem to be much higher than those of earth elements," Garon thought to himself, turning his gaze.

Meanwhile, Roel and Gresha, transformed into human forms, all showed extremely excited expressions.

The two red dragons slightly closed their eyes, spread their arms, as if embracing the sky of flames and the scorched black ground before them, while deeply breathing in the air filled with the smell of sulfur, showing a look of deep intoxication and addiction on their faces.

"Ah, what a liberating smell, what fragrant air."

"If all worlds were like this, with continuous volcanoes and surging flames."

"What a wonderful thing that would be."

The red dragons couldn't help but let out low dragon chants.

Urbis, transformed into a fierce man, frowned slightly and waved away the high-temperature steam around him, seemingly a bit uncomfortable with the environment here.

Although the name of the Frost Serpent Dragon contains the word "frost," they are not native creatures of environments like the Far North Ice Fields; they can live in any dark and deep forests or underground.

However, Urbis was accustomed to the Far North Ice Fields.

Suddenly changing to a completely different environment, he felt a bit uncomfortable, but it was not a big deal.

As for the Frost Giants, being native cold creatures, Balton remained expressionless due to his lack of autonomous emotions.

The surrounding high-temperature steam also made Garon somewhat displeased, as if there was a wet and sticky feeling on his body.

So, he raised his arm and waved it lightly forward.

Whoosh!

A fierce wind arose out of nowhere, instantly dispersing the thick steam around him.

This was a wind-creating spell ability inherent to white dragons. The White Dragon Mother had once used this spell on Garon, and he had mastered it long ago, although he rarely had the opportunity to use it.

After the wind dispersed the high-temperature steam, Garon turned to look at the stone door.

The stone door had lost its power and was slowly closing. The lava crystals embedded in it seemed much dimmer, and the gems around it had turned into dull, gray-white stones.

Just like ordinary stones found by the roadside.

"The magic power of the gems has been exhausted."

Garon shook his head slightly.

Then, he took out the Red Flame Staff.

The dimly glowing lava crystals trembled and detached from the stone door, then traced an arc in the air, returning to the top of the Red Flame Staff, merging with it.

Since it needs to absorb fire and earth elemental energy from the air, the Red Flame Staff is not suitable to be placed in a spatial ring or dimensional space.

Garon handed it to Fred, saying, "Carry the Red Flame Staff with you, take good care of it. When the teleportation energy is sufficiently accumulated, give it back to me."

"During the custody period, you may use it."

The Red Flame Staff and lava crystals have his time stamp on them, so there's no fear of accidents.

Fred nodded solemnly and joyfully.

"Thank you for your trust."

Holding the Red Flame Staff, his gaze wandered between the lava crystal and the fiery red body of the staff, gently touching the smooth staff body.

The Red Flame Staff is the key to opening the lava semi-plane.

But it was also the wand used by Molton for battle.

It greatly enhances the effect of spells from the Shaping School, especially those of the fire attribute.

After the lava crystals were lost, the stone door completely lost its energy supply. The flame-like patterns flowing on it instantly extinguished, tightly closed, and began to fall due to the pull of the earth's gravity.

Bang!

Garon extended his arm, catching the side of the stone door.

The three-meter-tall stone door was much taller and more solid than his humanoid form, ancient and heavy, but it seemed weightless in Garon's hands.

Opening a dimensional space, Garon put the stone door into it.

Just then, a new language that he had never heard before rose from below.

It sounded like the hammering of steel during forging.

Following the sound, Garon looked down.

First, what caught his eye were the undulating hemispherical shapes on the ground, like large mounds of earth densely distributed around a winding river of lava.

Then.

Those dwarf-like creatures, barely a meter tall, sturdy and stocky, appeared in Garon's vision. In fact, Garon had noticed these dwarves upon their arrival, but his attention was drawn by the landscape of the lava world and he did not pay attention to these dwarves.

After the initial novelty faded a bit, Garon took a closer look at the humanoid creatures below.

Full of bushy beards, unkempt hair, exposed chests as thick as rocks, and similarly robust short arms, muscles twisted and tangled.

They wore rugged chain mail, most with steel arm guards on their forearms, holding weapons of the same style.

At first glance, their equipment seemed rudimentary.

But the elemental aura flickering on them indicated that almost all were magical weapons of decent quality.

"So, these are Fire Dwarves."

"Fire Dwarves have become extinct on the Noah Continent."

"These guys are natural master smiths."

Garon's eyes lit up, thinking to himself.

Many of the legendary equipment passed down from ancient times on the Noah Continent were crafted by dwarf smiths, and among all dwarves, Fire Dwarves were the best at forging, though their temperaments were even more volatile than those of ordinary dwarves, quite irascible.

At this time, Krichens appeared thoughtful, as if carefully listening.

"They seem to be speaking Dwarvish."

"Uh, there might be some accents unique to Fire Dwarves."

He slowly said.

The Fire Dwarves below were chattering away. Although incomprehensible, Garon could sense some anger in their tone from the intonation.

Garon looked at Krichens.

"Do you understand Dwarvish?" he asked.

Krichens was enveloped in an invisible magical barrier, isolating the continuous dry hot wind.

"I have some understanding, but their Dwarvish is quite different from the Dwarvish spoken on the Noah Continent. I almost didn't recognize it at first."

Garon nodded slightly.

"What are they saying? Translate for me."

In terms of linguistic talent, Garon was no less gifted than in spell learning. As long as he was interested, he could quickly learn a new language, but it was still difficult to understand in such a short time after just being exposed.

Krichens listened carefully for a while.

A few seconds later, his expression became hesitant, and after a few moments of hesitation, he gave Garon a wry smile, saying, "Sir, they seem to be cursing us, telling us to roll down from the sky. The words are quite unpleasant, so I won't repeat them."

Garon's expression darkened slightly.

He was not bad-tempered, but that did not mean he could be insulted, especially when he had shown no hostility or malice.

The dignity of a true dragon should not be provoked.

At this time, the red dragons and the Frost Serpent Dragon also heard Krichens's words.

Garon's expression just darkened, and they were already furious, saying fiercely, "These ant-like creatures dare to provoke the dragon kind!"

None of these individuals were easy to deal with.

Five-colored evil dragons, and even more ferocious and cruel serpent dragons, were not ones to tolerate insults from weaker beings.

If Garon were not there, they would have already shown their true forms and gone below to slaughter extensively.

Krichens, seeing Garon's darkening expression and hearing the threatening words of the few evil dragons, added, "It's like this, these dwarves are acting out of racial habit."

Perhaps out of dissatisfaction with their own race's stature, dwarf clans have a strong dislike and aversion to being looked down upon from above by other creatures.

For dwarves, actions like Garon and the others floating above their heads in the air are seen as a great provocation to their dignity, as if someone were defecating on their necks, unbearable.

And the irascible Fire Dwarves have almost half of their colloquial language dedicated to cursing.

These stout and sturdy dwarves can be quite venomous when they curse and swear.

"Hmph, regardless, these little creatures must pay for their words."

The red dragons looked grim, flames starting to burn around them.

After speaking, Roel and Gresha looked at Garon.

Garon nodded, calmly saying, "Go ahead, give them two choices: become the dragon's subjects, or be reduced to ashes in the dragon's fury."

Garon came to the lava semi-plane not for tourism or on a whim.

After learning about the lava semi-plane from Luna, his goal was clear: to conquer and control it, turning it into his own private world, where only those loyal to him could survive.

With such a goal, there are two styles of action.

One is to use a gentle approach, showing power while offering benefits, gradually consuming the lava semi-plane and expanding his influence until it is under his control.

The other is to use violence, sweeping through with overwhelming force, supporting followers, and eliminating obstacles.

Essentially, all creatures in this world respect power more than virtue.

To save effort and not waste too much energy, Garon decided to take the latter approach, cutting through the chaos swiftly.

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