Chapter 142: Chapter 120: If You Can’t Beat Them, Call For Help! (Two-in-One)_l


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    Before Orum came over, Negris and Naeli were having a private chat.


    Of course, this was Naeli’s idea of a private chat. Her voice was loud enough to burst eardrums. Even her Dragon Speaker, Sofia, kept her distance. The only ones left around were Negris, Ange, and other non-humans.


    “At the time we were betrothed, you were only three thousand years old, still a young female dragon. I was already six thousand, nearly considered an old dragon. I usually treated you as a junior, so suddenly being betrothed to you felt strange and I felt guilty about it,” Negris admitted sheepishly.


    “Why would it be strange? ‘Seniority’ only exists in humannguage. Our dragonnguage doesn’t have such a concept; we can just converse in dragonnguage, can’t we?” Naeli asked, puzzled.


    “Yes, but I didn’t understand that at first, and by the time I did, it was toote. Dragonnguage has too few words; it can express very little. Haven’t you noticed that even now, we unconsciously use humannguage because it’s hard to adjust immediately? ‘


    Naeli bashfully asked, “So, that’s why you were so cold towards me? Back then, you were the male dragon I admired the most. Everyone said you were the wisest in Dragon n history, the most likely to ignite the Divine Fire and be the second deity of our n apart from the Dragon God. Being betrothed to you, I couldn’t sleep for days out of excitement.”


    “Well, that’s not it. Uh, the main reason is, well, you were too beautiful. Your scales were shiny, your ws clean, you always took care of your body and had no unusual smell. Your teeth were white and shiny without any bits of meat stuck in them. I had never interacted with such a beautiful female dragon, so I was too nervous, ah, watch out!”


    Before he could finish, Negris screamed and quickly dodged sideways. Arge w came swinging down from above his head.


    Naeli, embarrassed by hispliment, hit out instinctively, “Oh, you are so good atplimenting dragons, oops, I’m so sorry, I got excited. I didn’t mean to. ”


    Her ‘small’ w was unbearably heavy for anything in the area. If Negris were hit, he would likely be ttened into a dragon pancake. N?v(el)B\\jnn


    Negris resumed his seat with an awkwardugh, but Ange, the Angel’s skeleton, and Little Zombie were too scared to return. They hid far away, safe from the reach of the dragon’s p, finding a spot to squat in a row, poking the ground out of boredom.


    Ange wanted to go back and work thend, but Negris insisted that his conversation with Naeli was important and wished for him to listen, saying there might be a need for his helpter.


    But the girl was his; there was no need for Angel s help, he just didn’t want Ange to wander off.


    “How have you been since then? Are you okay?” Negris continued the conversation.


    “Not good. After you sneaked away, no male dragons dared to approach me. Well, more urately, it’s because they are all too old and prone to messing around. I didn’t want anything to do with those dragons. Out of all the male dragons in our n, it seems like you are the only one who doesn’t have any hybrid offspring. You are the purest of male dragons.”


    Negris scratched his head somewhat guiltily, “Sorry to be a hindrance to the male dragons…and what happened after that?”


    “Afterwards, I left Zero Degree Ind to seek my own territory. Then not long after, I heard the news that you had ignited the Divine Fire and then that you had been captured. Yes, it was Steadfast Locke who captured you, did they not kill you? Why did you turn into a Corpse Dragon? What happened to your body?” Naeli asked.


    “I have already died. They did not kill me; I survived in Resting Camp until I was ten thousand and two years old, then died naturally. They sealed my consciousness in the Bronze Book. Now, my real body is the Bronze Book, and I project my soul into this body,” Negris exined.


    “So ?????? Naeli’s tone turned chilly — “you killed a Juvenile Dragon to get the body needed for that projection?”


    “What? No, don’t make things up! This body was grown from my scale,” Negris defended.


    “First this, then that, and then you can use scales or a piece of flesh to cultivate a body. You should also leave me some of your scales. I’ll find a way to cultivate a few Juvenile Dragons, or else our line of Bronze Dragons will really go extinct.”


    “That’s possible?” Naeli was shocked, “If so, does that mean our kind, the Bronze Dragon, no longer has to face extinction?”


    “In theory, yes. We’ve already grown one live Juvenile Dragon, the kind that can awaken its bloodline, not a Corpse Dragon like me,” Negris said.


    “That’s great, truly great. Our Bronze Dragon race won’t be extinct, phew,” Naeli was overjoyed.


    Humans’ obsession with the continuation of their bloodline is ingrained in their genes since those without it are already eliminated.


    However, for the dragons, it’s different. Their obsession with their bloodline is constantly present in their blood. When you call out strongly, you can receive resonance from your kind. It’s a very magical feeling, like when you howl in the snow at night, and there are always some huskies responding to you. So, the dragons’ desire for the continuation of their bloodline might be even stronger than that of humans.


    All was well, Naeli too, cared deeply about the continuation of their bloodline. Just as Negris was about to praise her, he heard her say in an annoyed voice:


    “Cultivate more Juvenile Dragons. Ever since the death of ourst male dragon, that vile mother dragon, Mildity from the Red Copper Dragon n, has been frequently bringing her Juvenile Dragon to visit our territory, constantly showing off. ‘Oh my, oh my, the young dragon can do this and that. You haven’t seen it before, have you? He is so adorable,’ it’s driving me crazy! Cultivate more Juvenile Dragons, so I can take them with me when I go visit..”