Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Chapter 876: Chapter 672: A Somewhat Troublesome Ancient Green Dragon

Hill’s fist stopped in mid-air, he looked helplessly at the incoherent Lynn: ”The Earth Bear is always known for its strength, my bones are much tougher than a dragon’s. Don’t you know I’m a demigod?”

Lynn nodded absentmindedly: ”I know you’re a bear, no, a descendant of the Bear God... but I didn’t know it was this kind of bear...”

”Coron truly deserves to be the most loving... such courage... such terrifying breadth...” An elf was whispering behind Lynn.

With Hill’s hearing, even if the voice was very light, he could hear it, but he had no intention of defending Coron.

Coron might not care about being guessed as having children in the form of a Tree Demon, but Hill didn’t want to admit that the Elven God King was his bloodline source.

Anyway, Coron never seemed to mind all sorts of rumors about the elves, so he might as well bear a bit more.

He turned his attention back to Claujeliatmata beneath him. The dragon had high resistance, and he estimated it would awaken soon, so he had to speed up.

Wait, the patterns on this dragon’s back seem off. Not only do they stretch from the brow to the tail, but dozens of lines seem to be converging towards her front chest.

”Something’s off about this dragon...” Hill stood up and looked down at the somewhat strange giant dragon, ”Lynn... come and see, the markings on her body, what pattern is this?”

Lynn quickly approached to observe the patterns pointed out by Hill on the dragon hide. This Ancient Green Dragon was also pale olive in color, so the earth-colored markings were very hard to see, luckily Hill was cautious and didn’t act directly.

”Damn it... when did the Dragon Worship Church extend its hand to Deepwater City?” Although a bit unruly, Lynn was still a priest favored by the True God, and he quickly identified the markings’ true form, ”These are the markings of a Dragon Lich. We can’t purify with divine arts now, if she dies, she’ll be resurrected in a pre-prepared lich phylactery... Hill, don’t kill her for the time being.

Liches value their original body greatly, once she wakes up, it’ll be a never-ending fight with you.”

Hill crossed his arms and sensed Claujeliatmata starting to awaken, he stomped heavily, making her pass out for a bit longer.

Can’t just kill her outright, this is too troublesome...

Although Green Dragons are wind-element dragons, this Ancient Green Dragon also dabbled in Druidism, and physical injuries recover quickly.

Even if Hill breaks Claujeliatmata’s neck halfway, she’d probably recover in half a month.

Although constantly monitoring her isn’t much of a hassle, Hill found it annoying just thinking about it.

Claujeliatmata ended up so miserable, likely no dragon would come to Agleya City in the future, yet dealing with such a waste would waste much of his time?

Hill thought he’d rather spend his free time slowly researching spells.

As someone in a magic-based profession, he was really tired of not daring to even use a water ball.

Starting spell research meant carefully communicating little by little with the fragile power of origin, which required a long time, and Hill really didn’t want to be bogged down by such boring matters.

Hill glanced at the towering peak facing him and silently took out a pickaxe.

Of course, before that, he threw two punches at Claujeliatmata’s neck, causing the Ancient Green Dragon to wake up with a wail, only to have its limbs and wings broken by continuous blows.

Because of the troubles this dragon brought him, Hill didn’t hold back at all.

The elves behind Lynn couldn’t help but take a deep breath, what pain to watch!

Hill pointed in the direction of the Blue Dragon’s corpse and said to Lynn, ”Go clean up that Blue Dragon, handle it the same as before.”

Lynn silently nodded, watching Hill walk to a mountainside, starting to dig speedily like a giant golem.

The stark contrast between the sturdy and towering rock and the slender figure gave onlookers a strange feeling.

Yet, seeing the mountain rock debris flying out with each pickaxe... Lynn doubted if their whole team together could move that much.

And with Hill’s strength, what kind of pickaxe could withstand such force?

Lynn had an idea but wasn’t sure...

Forget it, thinking about it hurts the head, if it’s not something for sale, there’s no need to figure out its worth!

Lynn decisively led the elves, who were wide-eyed and slack-jawed at the newly appeared hole, to circle around the moaning dragoness, using the Dragon Slaying Saber given by Hill to strip the Blue Dragon of its scales and dismember it.

Well, it wasn’t bad either, Agleya City’s City Guard would probably be envied worldwide, with dragon-hide half-body armor and dragon-hide boots, which Hill had already agreed to equip.

Ever since Teraxil was completed, Hill really hadn’t done such laborious work, though it wasn’t tiring, digging just was too monotonous.

But he couldn’t possibly let the City Guard spend several days digging up something he could finish in a short time, could he?

And he also had to make tools for them, so he might as well dig it himself.

Hill dug for a full two hours before reaching the center of the mountain, with a diameter of about 40 kilometers, and he conveniently expanded a large enough cave horizontally and vertically.

Then he arduously returned to the forest and dragged the still wailing Claujeliatmata over, but unfortunately, with a broken neck, Hill really couldn’t understand what she was shouting.

Of course, he didn’t forget to take away all the strange objects hanging from this dragon. Having already lost so much, he couldn’t possibly leave empty-handed.

This long cave entrance, Hill deliberately made it winding, and the bottom of the cave was ten meters deep below the passage. After throwing Claujeliatmata down, she probably couldn’t climb back up anytime soon.

By the time she’s recovered enough to cause trouble for Hill, Hill estimated that Toril’s origin power should have also recovered a bit.

As long as it’s not large-scale spells, they can definitely be used. Of course, the Weave still can’t be used, but Hill never needed that thing anyway.

By then, turning the cave into more solid magic stone material will do. For Hill, this kind of conversion is only considered the most elementary spell.

If it were other dragons, Hill would still have to worry about the problem of digging, but Green Dragons... even an Ancient Green Dragon doesn’t have the ability to dig a 10-kilometer-long cave to get out, let alone a cave formed of Obsidian.

Humph ~ He’d like to see if the Dragon Worship Church, full of covetousness for the affluent Sword Bay, would come looking for him for the sake of this ancient green dragon, who planted a spy network in both Deepwater and Neverwinter cities.

Hill never intended to smother her, so he straightforwardly placed two three-meter-thick Mithril Walls at the entrance of the cave as doors, with just a tiny gap between them sufficient for the Green Dragon to breathe.

These were originally used to shield the largest Alchemy building from wind, very tall; as of now, it seems only Hill has the capability to directly push these two doors into the stone walls on either side.

He hesitated for a moment, there seems to be a kind of exotic dragon among the Giant Dragon species known for their strength, right?

Hill used his Spirit to sense the spatial stability here, and found that the deepest point of the cave was quite stable, so he resolutely converted the section of mountain rock where the gate was located into Obsidian.

Sure enough, a little bit of mana output was still no problem.

Indeed, Toril’s origin power was gradually recovering; another half month, and mana output resembling 0-level spell tricks should be no issue.

He patted the two tightly sealed large doors, released two Mithril golems to guard the place, and cheerfully placed more than a dozen branches of Murderous Vine in the cave. Watching them take root, they eventually covered the cave, disguising themselves as reddish-brown climbing ivy.

He dug a 1-meter-deep, 20-centimeter-wide shallow trench outside the gate with a hoe, then sealed a small shell containing more than a dozen Condensed Water Pearls within the rock wall at the end of the water trench.

Finally, he carved this shallow trench all the way to the entrance of the cave.

When Hill reached the exit, the clever Lily of the Valley and Windmill Jasmine had already hung their stronger branches all over the wall here.

Gently parting the dangling silver and white flowered tendrils at the entrance, Hill stepped outside to observe for a while.

To the left above the entrance was the small platform where the White Dragon hid; Hill again took out a few large Pearls and pressed them into the thick rock. Soon, a trickle of pure water came down, slowly forming a thin waterfall.

Little Lily of the Valley and Little Jasmine shook happily.

Hill excavated the entrance into a five-meter-square pool. If it were filled, the overflowed water would naturally flow toward the Green Forest on the lower side.

Hill patted the dust off his robe, cast a cold glance at the clouds overhead, and slowly walked back to the Floating Castle.

Terry and Tasding were both there.

They seemed to be playing with Purwell, but in fact, they were guarding against those few dragons in the sky.

”Hill,” Terry asked cheerfully, ”how many did you take down this time? Was it still Chromatic Dragons? Did the one just run away, was it Klaus? He’s so useless, does he not dare to even make a move?”

”Emulys north of Luskan was killed by me, and Klaus went to take over her gemstone mine,” Hill said with a smile. ”Claujeliatmata seems to have colluded with the Dragon Worship Church, couldn’t kill her, so I locked her up.”

Tasding flapped his wings suddenly: ”That mine should be yours! That’s your spoils of war!”

Hill chuckled: ”I’m not interested in that dilapidated gem mine, not much quality gemstones can be excavated anymore. Besides, Klaus can’t get that mine.”

Tasding blinked: ”You mean Celine Delagrost of Mirabar? That Ancient Crystal Dragon who has raised a nest of dwarves?”

”The Blue Dragon’s original mine is closer to Luskan. That Crystal Dragon didn’t want to bring trouble to the dwarf tribe she was protecting, so she allowed a young female Blue Dragon to occupy the gem mine so close to herself. But Klaus, who was already at odds with them, she certainly wouldn’t let him take advantage.”

Hill wasn’t interested in fussing over that bit of money.