The Crimson Dragon Chapter 105

Heyo everyone, Zeratul here, i was sick and couldnt edit or post this on monday, big thanks to Moop for coming in clutch and editing for me!

Translator: Fwapy

Editor: moop, Zeratul

Heyo new translator here who haven't even read crimson dragon trying to translate. Time to catch up on the previous 104 chapters! ?

    Both Achilles, the Bronze Dragon and Sleipnir, the Copper Dragon, spotted the figure in the distance. It was a huge skeleton encased in a layer of ice. Each piece of ice had formed into sharp icicles, with most gathered around its joints. Even more horrifying were the eyes of the skeleton glowing with an ice blue flame, while black flames burned on its head. There was definitely no mistake, it's a Winterwight- a challenge rating of 23, legendary undead monster.

    Claudius looked at its hands. Although the hand was normal, the ice encasing them was surprisingly long and sharp with black flames swirling around them. They were the Winterwight's notorious close combat weapon. With their extremely powerful attacks and supreme agility, they can easily tear apart most living and non-living beings, including the dragons. The flames of decay surrounding the claw aren't just a terrifying power- they can permanently lower the target's abilities, burning both body and soul in ice-cold flames, only leaving behind icy shards. 

    This monster can even use the Dimension Door freely. Furthermore, as a being of ice, it's immune to fireball — a common high damage fire attack. Claudius knew that if he wasn't here, Achilles and Sleipnir would be lucky to even escape its grasp. Claudius picked up his blade and sighed. Both dragons behind Claudius instantly knew what he meant. Of course, after seeing a Winterwight they knew what they were going to do.

    The winterwight hadn't noticed the trio yet. Claudius furrowed his eyebrows after looking at it for a while and thought to himself, "Should I fight or not? It seems I can't kill it instantly. Its power is so high, I'm not sure if I can even win in this form. Plus, if I start attacking, it's guaranteed other winterwights will notice. If they all come at once, I have to return to my original form and fight. I probably can't capture that clown if I change forms." Claudius finally decided to avoid a battle and to instead take a detour.

    The mine had been operating for years. The zig-zagging paths form an intricate maze. Unless you're a minotaur, you'll get lost even if you have been mining here for your entire life. Claudius isn't a minotaur- he can't remember pathways clearly. His path-finding abilities aren't as effective inside the mine and so he couldn't determine which way was correct. The abilities only went as far as letting the crimson dragon know which way was a dead end. If the path moved, the spell would be useless. It's lucky for the Claudius that is leading two other dragons. Even if he was alone, he's confident that he can figure out a way. If all else fails, he'll just capture Eliaza another time and return to his original form to defeat the winterwights.

EN: Eliaza is the silver dragon.

    While leading Achilles who was planning on escaping, and Sleipnir whose spirit is still high, Claudius randomly chose a path leading away from the winterwights. They all entered the mine. Small icicles glowed faintly in the darkness. The temperature was cold as always. Although there weren't any winterwights in Claudius' sight, there are ice shards scattered across the floor and what looked to be the remains of a few of their brethren. "Looks like winterwights would even kill their kin. Speaking of which, before, there was quite a few frozen bodies and skeletons lying around. Can't believe there isn't a single soul remaining." Claudius murmured.

    Claudius looked at the ground and saw something trapped under the ice. He took out his weapon and slashed at the ground so hard, it released sparks. The object flew out upon impact, twirled in the air, and landed on Claudius' hand. "Aha! A gold coin!" he said, "I can't believe a gold coin is trapped in ice here. Are we heading towards another winterwight's nest?" Claudius scrutinized the coin. Its size was larger than a normal gold coin. Its diameter was almost five centimeters. A very delicate badge-like pattern was engraved on its surface. Unfortunately, it doesn't have any signs of magic on its surface. Claudius threw the coin backwards and into Achilles' hands. The bronze dragon took a look at the coin and proceeded to stash it in his pocket. "You really are greedy, aren't you?" commented Claudius, while looking back. He didn't require Achilles to respond and proceeded forward. Sleipnir kept looking down in hopes of finding something worth a fortune again.

    The crimson dragon and his gang casually ambled onwards, they were in great luck as no troublesome obstacles appeared in their way. Claudius drew in his mind, a mental map of all the paths they had taken. Although rough, his map showed the general area of the mines. The winterwights were wandering around the entrance of the mine. If they continued forward they should arrive at where the Shadow of the Void was located. While walking, the ice shards and the dim lighting they emitted suddenly vanished. The dragons had been using night vision, so they continued without slowing down. They soon realised that quite a few unrelated objects had started to appear in the mine, notably coins and jewels, which made both Achilles and Sleipnir jump up and down in excitement. They rushed to gather as many coins and jewels as they could, especially Sleipnir, whose tiny body looked like a kangaroo after stuffing her loot in her chest. 

    "This isn't supposed to happen," the crimson dragon murmured. The further they went into the mine, the more uneased Claudius felt about the situation. The coins and jewels lying on the ground were really out of place. Then Claudius found what seems to be the reason behind the abnormality, or so he thinks.

    They found a dead dragon. The unlucky dead b.a.s.t.a.r.d was lying in the center of a huge chamber. The chamber is completely the opposite of the mine. The floor is unbearably hot with signs of lava seeping out through the cracks in the ground, lighting the entire chamber with an ominous red. When Achilles and Sleipnir saw the scene, Claudius asked, "Do any of you know who's the dead b.a.s.t.a.r.d here?" Both dragons shook their heads in unison.

    Claudius looked at the dragon's corpse. The body had purple scales and a snake-like neck, tail, and head. The entire body looked slim, which was very apparent on the wings. It wouldn't have been considered a large dragon. Claudius estimated the corpse to be about 15 to16 meters long. "This is a rare sight. I never would have thought there'd be a dead dragon underneath Starspire Mountains." Achilles a.n.a.lyzed the species of the corpse. At the same time, he noticed the coins and jewels under the corpse of the dragon.

    "The one who killed it must be really strong!" Claudius exclaimed while looking at the fatal blow on the dead dragon. The wound was so large, it almost cut the corpse in half. All of its internal organs had spewed out everywhere, soiling its coins and jewels. Looking closer, there seemed to be a lingering white flame over the wound. It's the same case with the spewed out organs. The corpse of the dragon also had a number of horizontal and vertical slash wounds, each with the same residual white flame. "Now let me think. Where have I seen that kind of fire?" Claudius thought he had seen the flames before. He closely recalled the white flame from the memories of his ancestors. He sighed and spoke to the two dragons who were busy picking up all the dead dragon's loot, "Okay guys, the expedition is over! Let's go back. Speaking of which, do either of you know how to teleport?"