Chapter 318: Chapter 215: Are They Fighting Too? (Part 2)
Because this truly benefits the entire race and every related individual.
They had at first found such a course of action incomprehensible, until they learned the specifics of this Red Dragon’s origins:
This Red Dragon, his father was none other than the famed ’Flower of Dragon Island’, Attilicia, and at his side was a ’well-reared and gleaming’ Silver Dragon, his sister Tania.
Therefore, it could be proven that this Red Dragon, despite his Pride, Greed, brutality, and his murderous ways, was actually a ’good dragon’?
The Dwarves who reached this conclusion immediately showed a constipated expression, finding it hard to imagine how such an oddity could emerge among the Chromatic Dragons.
But just as Blue Star also has the saying, ’A gentleman may be deceived by being upright,’ the present Dwarves similarly deduced a conclusion that was equally hair-pulling:
If they were to send all the Dwarven children from Eight Peaks Mountain, along with the Dwarven craftsmen, to that Evil Dragon, it would actually be safer than them continuing to stay in Skanis.
Moreover, the other party had practically no reason to refuse; on the contrary, such a ’hostage-like’ approach would more firmly solidify their alliance.
If the Chromatic Dragons could send Hatchlings over, why couldn’t the Dwarves?
And without ’children’ and ’racial continuation’ as their weakness, the remaining Dwarven warriors could unleash themselves, taking vengeance on those damned Elves without any reservations.
As for the women? What a joke. Any Dwarf bold enough to suggest ’taking refuge’ with the Evil Dragon to his Dwarven wife would likely have his legs broken on the spot.
Dwarven women are warriors too, with even bushier beards and more developed elbows!
Seeing that the Dwarven lords had no more objections, Supreme King Temur gave the order to the Rune Lord:
"Bergin, the forging contingent is now in your hands. Only your skill in forging and magical runes can meet the Red Dragon’s needs. You must take good care of the children."
The Rune Lord instinctively wanted to refuse, but considering this was also about the survival of all Skanis Dwarves, he immediately went down on one knee, accepting the command with solemnity, "Your will, Your Majesty!"
"No, it’s not my will, but your mission, Bergin. Only if you protect them well will we have nothing to fear for our future."
As the Rune Lord pondered the deeper meaning of these words, he saw Supreme King Temur turn to face all the Dwarves, raise his goblet high, and proclaim:
"Next spring, when we evacuate Eight Peaks Mountain Stronghold, it will be time to retake the Skanis Continent! Let our children who sail away see their forebears treading the path back to their homeland!"
"HOO!" In an instant, all the Dwarves knelt on one knee, pounding their chests with their fists.
It was like an anvil, cold and silent for a thousand years, once again struck by a scorching hammer.
...
At the same time, David and his dragon companions, having rested and recuperated at Eight Peaks Mountain Stronghold, finally arrived at the temporary base established by the Green Dragon Nifadora, one of his followers, near The Dark Mountains after a long journey. This location was not far from Eight Peaks Mountain Stronghold, close enough for mutual support. From this, David could discern that the Dwarves, probably out of respect for his mother, dared not unduly mistreat the dragons remaining on the Skanis Continent, at least refraining from provocative actions like driving them out unless the dragons directly encroached upon Dwarven territory.
However, the ecological conditions here were as poor as the name The Dark Mountains suggested—a land of barrenness and desolation.
David could almost imagine the horrific burden of rearing the dragons without access to the natural fishing grounds by the seashore. He even envisioned Nifadora leading the slightly older young dragons, risking encirclement by the Moon Elves to hunt in some natural pastures.
But just as this thought, which filled him with Wrath, began to surface, it seemed David’s return with the other dragons, exuding Dragon Might, was deemed too ’dangerous.’
"SKREEE!" came the short, sharp cry of the ’sentry dragon’, reminiscent of a meerkat’s.
All the Hatchlings hunting on the barren mountain land immediately scattered like startled prairie dogs, scrambling towards small, honeycomb-like ’nests’ in the mountainside. Some even got stuck in embarrassing situations, with two or three dragons trying to squeeze into a single hole.
The abnormal activity at the temporary Dragon Nest naturally caught the attention of the ’Master of the Dragon Nest.’
As a slender, verdant figure emerged from the Dragon Nest and looked over, David could hardly believe his eyes.
Is this Nifadora? She’s almost as thin as a rail!
"Ah! David... my Lord, you’ve... finally returned." A smile uncontrollably spread across Nifadora’s tired face, but then she seemed to remember something, promptly lowered her head and said in a low voice, "I’m sorry, I couldn’t hold our territory. And..." What she couldn’t bring herself to say was that due to years of exhausting migrations and severe lack of food, many Hatchlings had also perished.
"No, I am the one who should be apologizing. It was my failure to return as promised. You’ve lost too much weight." David, feeling extremely Wrathful and distressed, extended his tail to caress the female young Green Dragon’s face, ear frills, neck, and back, as if measuring her scales and size with his fingertips.
"Mmm... Now that you’re back, I’ll recover. I’ll get back to the physique you like best." Her words carried a sense of release, as if a burden had been lifted. The deep-seated fatigue on Nifadora’s face finally eased. Even her scales smoothed out from the unexpected caress, and she instinctively arched her body, rubbing against David’s tail.