Chapter 237 The Sleeping Dragon

After all the affairs were settled, Cassius dragged his dragon body into the cave alone. The warm cave that was almost hollowed out of the mountain would undoubtedly become his perfect habitat.

"finally."

In the cave illuminated by the eternal flame, surrounded by numerous glittering gold coins and treasures, the red dragon slowly lay on the ground, gradually curling up its huge body, with its broad wings loosely folded at its sides.

Hot white steam was emitted everywhere, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of sulfur.

The surface of his body was covered with ripples like flowing magma, emitting unimaginable high temperature.

In the past, red dragons needed to sleep in a lava environment to obtain abundant fire element energy. But now, red dragons with the blood of ancestral dragons are an inexhaustible source of energy. Dragons that use fire literally get hotter as they age, and even their blood vessels cannot contain the abundant heat.

All he needed to do was to release the power hidden in his bloodline seed - those light waves were nothing more than the energy overflowing from his body.

"Ding-ling-clang."

There were crackling sounds.

The red dragon's long and thick tail swept the ground gently, pushing away the scattered gold coins and clearing out a large open space, allowing him to reserve more space.

“I hope there will be a little surprise when I wake up.”

There was a gleam of anticipation in Cassius's golden eyes.

He slowly closed his eyes, his breathing became longer, and the ripples on his body moved rhythmically with his breathing.

The abundant fire element energy gradually gathered on the surface of the scales, forming a thick, almost solid light film that tightly wrapped the red dragon's body.

Just like that, a rare spectacle appeared in the cave—a gigantic "cocoon" with a diameter of nearly thirty meters appeared. However, unlike ordinary cocoons, lava-like ripples flowed on its surface, and the being wrapped inside was a red dragon that was about to transform, rather than a larvae that was about to turn into a butterfly.

However, considering the race, it seems more appropriate to call it "dragon egg".

This was Cassius's subconscious self-protection measure. He used the surplus energy to weave a spell similar to the [Shelter Egg]. Any creature that touched the light film would be turned into ashes by the extremely high temperature. This could protect the vulnerable red dragon from external harm.

Boiling magma gushed out from the ground.

In this way, Cassius fell into a deep sleep, not knowing when he would wake up.

At the entrance of the cave, inside the Iron Dragon Wing Palace.

"Move quickly!"

"You lazy idiots."

Trump's impatient shouting sounded.

This tall dragon-veined ogre mage was leading dozens of spellcasters from the kingdom, busy setting up magic circles.

They stuffed all sorts of explosions, poisonous fog, acid rain and even ground spike spells into it, turning the only passage into the cave into a dangerous place full of traps, and a graveyard that all adventurers avoided.

Suddenly, Trump picked up a wizard who was casting a spell and cursed him viciously:
"Idiot! Who told you to put the icicle here?"

"If someone really invades, he will definitely trigger the fire wall on the ground first, and your damn ice cone will be evaporated into a pool of water before it can hurt anyone!"

The wizard was trembling all over and replied in a crying voice: "Lord Trump, yes, I was wrong."

The ogre then put it down and turned to look at the constant protective magic circle on the other side - flashing runes will appear at the junction of the cylinder and the ground or other surfaces. Creatures will not be able to voluntarily enter the cylindrical area by non-magical means, and can only go to those places full of traps.

But Trump, who had a rather sharp eye, noticed something was wrong at first glance and asked:
"Who set up this protective array?" A black-robed wizard walked out of the crowd with a flattering smile on his face. He thought that the array was set up extremely perfectly and might get a reward from Trump.

But he never expected that as soon as he stood up, he would be scolded.

"Would you like to take another good look?"

"Idiot! Your magic is working in the wrong direction! It's preventing people from leaving, not preventing them from coming in!"

"Yes, Mr. Trump."

The ogre's smelly saliva flew onto his face, but the black-robed wizard could only smile helplessly, with cold sweat running down his forehead - after all, Trump's status in the kingdom was self-evident, and he still relied on this rude ogre to distribute funds for his magic experiments.

Rump raised his staff, pointed at a dim formation on the wall and roared:
"Who is responsible for this damn guard inscription?"

The hall suddenly fell silent, and no one dared to respond to Trump who was angry.

"The materials for the guard inscription are incense and diamond powder worth at least 200 gold coins. Which idiot replaced the diamond powder with bone powder?"

"Even those goblins whose brains are smaller than fruit cores can't think of such a cheap way of corruption. Do you really think I can't see it?"

Before Trump finished his words, a gust of hot wind suddenly blew into the hall.

"call--"

The scorching breath made even Trump, who had the blood of a red dragon, feel uncomfortable. The delicate human mages were so burned that they jumped up and down, almost losing a layer of skin, and hurriedly cast various protective spells.

However, the temperature in the hall continued to rise, and in just a few breaths, it reached a high temperature of nearly 40 degrees - a temperature that could not be reached in the natural environment of Anzeta.

Trump frowned slightly and said solemnly:

"It's the master. He has fallen into a deep sleep."

"He had been deliberately suppressing the tremendous energy in his body before, but now he can no longer control it and can only release it."

Thinking of this, Trump said to all the spellcasters:
"Everyone, please leave. This place is no longer suitable for you to stay."

He waved his staff casually, and a space crack leading to the wizard tower appeared in front of him.

All the spellcasters felt as if they had been pardoned, and rushed into the portal to leave this place that had become like purgatory.

There was even a gray-robed man in the crowd who let out a long sigh and quietly followed - he was the wizard who had cut corners, and he was secretly thankful that he had escaped.

But the wizard didn't know that just a sigh was noticed by Trump. A hideous sneer appeared on the ogre's face, and he decided to go back and settle the score with him - but now was not the time.

After all the wizards had left, Trump flew out of the palace alone. The red dragon blood flowing in his body allowed him to stay here.

He stared at the sealed cave entrance and felt the increasingly hot air on his body. He seemed to be able to imagine what a spectacular scene and powerful force were inside the cave where the red dragon was sleeping.

“May you be stronger.”

"Until... more than the gods."

The ogre muttered to himself, his ugly face filled with the fanaticism of a believer and an indescribable sincerity.

(End of this chapter)