Age of Adepts Chapter 719 New Collaboration

Lance was the dragon's paradise.

However, the prerequisite was that you had to be of a legitimate dragon bloodline.

Emerald dragons might not be able to compare to the pure golden dragons, but they were already be considered a legitimate bloodline. Unfortunately for the green dragons, they were not of a legitimate bloodline.

It was still possible for such impure dragons to win territory for themselves if they were strong and fierce. However, they would have to endure the rejection and ostracization of the orthodox dragons that prided themselves on their pure bloodlines.

It would be no problem for the emerald dragons who had followed Arms to become dragon lords of their own in Lance. However, if those green dragons tried to set themselves up as dragon lords, they would most definitely be beaten up by neighboring dragons.

It was an unwritten rule in Lance, and even Arms couldn't do anything about it!

It was important to note that Arms had made many promises when recruiting the dragons in Faen. He had described Lance as the perfect paradise for dragons. If he failed to fulfill his obligations, then it was unavoidable that they would feel betrayed and leave his side.

That was why Third Grade Thunder Dragon Arms couldn't help but fall silent after hearing Greem's question.

"My lord, you have already recruited so many men under yourself. Your forces are strong and plentiful, so why not try and expand your lands?" Greem chuckled coldly and maliciously. His intent to incite trouble was clear as day.

Arms knew he was only trying to benefit himself in the chaos, but Greem's suggestion had hit a soft spot indeed. That was why Arms couldn't help but hesitate.

"I only realized after coming here that you dragon lords often have civil wars over the matter of territory as well. The winners obtain the land, and the losers are forced to move away. This is true, isn't it?!" Greem continued to advise.

"But us dragons would never kill each other. Even the losers are allowed to leave with their h.o.a.rd safely. That is the bottom line we will never allow outsiders to tread upon!" Arms said, dissatisfied and proud.

Obviously, he didn't think very well of the adepts' reputation for pursuing their enemies to their death, including his own kind.

"Of course, of course. I would never force you to go against the spirit of dragons," Greem chuckled, "However, Lord Arms, the next time you intend to chase away a dragon, could you give us notice ahead of time? You desire land and subjects. I want the loser. As long as the loser leaves their territory, whatever happens to them after should have nothing to do with you, right?"

Arms was completely silent. He was once again rendered speechless by the ingenuity and calculating nature of the human adepts.

These human adepts appeared to have no principles or bottom line that they adhered to; they would even tear away at their own kind. It was only natural that they were so much more brutal toward others. However, no matter how Arms pondered over the issue, this seemed to be the only way to solve the problem.

After all, Greem had indeed been a great help in smuggling the eleven dragons from Faen to Lance. Moreover, according to Arms' contract with Alice, he would have to help out Greem for quite a while to completely wipe away his debt.

Arms gritted his teeth and finally made up his mind.

"I will chase away these dragons for you without asking for any compensation. However, from this day forward, you must clear away all dragonborn armies and subordinate forces of any territory that I set my eyes on. I will deal with the dragon lords. If…if there are any unexpected bounties, I…I want half of it."

Greem smiled leisurely.

Arms was being indirect with his words, but Greem understood what he meant.

This b.a.s.t.a.r.d clearly wanted to share in the loot, while keeping his hands clean of the blood of his kind.

From now on, Arms would be able to challenge other dragons around him as a dragon lord himself. If his opponent were defeated, Arms would have no choice but to let them leave with their h.o.a.rd as were the rules of the dragons. When that happened, it would be the adept's turn to strike and intercept the dragon.

The 'unexpected bounties' he was talking about were probably referring to the personal collections of the defeated dragons!

Though Greem couldn't achieve the full extent of what he wanted, he still agreed wholeheartedly. The dragon and the adept once again signed a new contract of alliance.

Once they completed the contract, the twelve dragons simultaneously charged out of the metal fortress under Arms' command and lunged at the female fire dragon and the six male dragons circling the skies.

In all honesty, seeing a flight of dragons suddenly emerge from the impenetrable metal fortress was a shocking sight for Third Grade Philippa, let alone the other First and Second Grade dragons.

Moreover, these dragons that had abruptly appeared were lunging toward them and attacking their confused allies without any warning.

Arms' dragonflight was superior both in numbers and dragon grades. Consequently, it only took a matter of two to three rounds of exchanges for a dragon on Philippa's side to turn and flee with a cry of agony.

The language of the dragons shook the skies as roars continued without end.

Sadly, regardless of how Philippa cursed and roared, Arms remained silent and wickedly struck at her with his beloved Emerald Dragon Iritina.

Even Philippa, who prided herself for her t.i.tle as the Star of Apocalypse, couldn't fend off the ferocious attacks of two Third Grade dragons working in unison.

Plenty of dragon blood rained down from the sky along with ma.s.sive dragon scales.

Philippa, unable to hold off the flanking attacks of the two dragons, finally considered retreat. She beat her tattered red wings and fled toward her territory with all she had. She could no longer spare a thought for the male dragons who were still stubbornly fighting on the battlefield.

Though Arms' dragons had full advantage over the enemy, they didn't strike with lethal force. More accurately, the Dragon Covenant forbade dragons from killing each other. Fighting for a mate or territory was accepted, but slaughtering one of their own was strictly prohibited.

If any dragon were to kill one of their own, the Great Dragon G.o.d would punish them, and they would forever become the public enemy of all dragons!

That was why Arms and his dragons had no choice but to watch as these dragons fled, injured and wounded, even with their superior force.

"Gazlowe, send out your eyeball guards. Find out where every single dragon came from and where their territory is. Hmph! They dare come to our base to show off? We will find the opportunity to deal with all of them, one by one." Greem coldly shouted after the two flights of dragons had left.

"As you wish!"

The dragon disaster that had been plaguing him for half a year had finally concluded. Gazlowe was also br.i.m.m.i.n.g with fury and anger. With Greem's permission, the stones on a hidden face of the mountain moved aside to reveal a ma.s.sive entrance. Thirty or forty metallic eyeb.a.l.l.s then surged out like a swarm of bees, quickly flying in the direction that the dragons had fled.

At the same time, more engineering robots surged out of the fortress and started repairing the walls and the magic energy cannons. Some of the robots even started harvesting boulders from the nearby mountains and sticking them against the wall.

This way even dragons, with their fantastic sight, would have trouble finding the location of the fortress when flying above.

The metal fortress was now being controlled by Gazlowe to continue mining the metal from beneath the mountain. The energy he needed all came from the magic generator furnace, and there was no need for external input. That made it even harder for anyone to discover the fortress.

After establishing the development plans for Lance, Greem finally entered the portal and returned to Fire Throne after a year of absence.

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World of Adepts, Fire Throne.

Greem had just emerged from the portal and immediately ran into Gargamel, who had hastily hurried over to welcome him.

"The prisoners and loot have all been dealt with, I trust?"

"Yes, sir!" Gargamel respectfully replied, "All the loot has been recorded and stored in the warehouse. The slaves have been imprisoned on the second level. That said, seeing that my lord has successfully returned, do you think we should prepare a large welcoming banquet tonight?"

Greem paused for a moment upon hearing this and gave the matter some thought.

He didn't care for such banquets, but with the strengthening and expansion of the clan and its members, such feasts were probably a good thing. After all, this was a significant event for members of the clan to interact and get to know each other!

"Mm, that will do! Plan it at your own discretion! The time will be tonight and make the location be the third level of the tower."

"Understood, my lord. I will go and prepare now!" Gargamel nodded and gave a simple report on the tower's situation before turning to leave.

Greem slowly walked to the fourth level of the tower and, just as expected, he saw Mary lying upon the bed in his room.

He didn't know when, but she had changed into a thin and smooth black silk robe.

The silk robe wasn't very large. The top was barely able to cover Mary's pet.i.te and delicate shoulders and exposed her white, slender neck, and her perfect collarbones, as well as the top half of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. The bottom of the robe didn't even go past her knees, revealing Mary's slender and long legs along with her perfect feet.

"What is it? Alice didn't make you stay over at her place?" Mary's pretty and seductive face was arranged in a light smile and filled with unconcealable jealousy, "Have the matters over at Lance been dealt with?"

As Mary's jade white body lightly stretched on the silky smooth bedsheets, even Greem couldn't help but give a big gulp.

"Do you have any plans for celebration then?" Mary continued to ask with an enchanting voice.

She even started rolling about the bed like a young teenage girl. As her movements became more exaggerated, the sides of the robe opened and closed to reveal her two white thighs. Even the extremely arousing area beneath her stomach could vaguely be seen, distracting Greem immensely.

"I originally intended to shower and change before attending the banquet, but I've changed my mind now!"

"Oh…what have you decided to do instead?" Mary stopped rolling around in her curiosity and propped up her body slightly to ask.

Greem looked at the distracting scenery before him and roared, "I've decided, before the banquet, I'll…eat you first!"

Greem lunged forth, and the room was instantly filled with Mary's unrestrained laughter like the ringing of silver bells.