Chapter 117 But this was not absolute
The explosive fireball blurred, crossing hundreds of meters in what seemed like an instant, passing through the wind and snow, and striking their heads.
Their vigilance and caution were of no use.
Boom!
The violent explosion wave blew the two white dragons away.
The scorching flames from the explosion enveloped them, turning them into two blazing torches, illuminating the night sky.
With the power of a fourth-level explosive fireball, it was difficult to severely injure an adult white dragon in one hit, even if they had no resistance to fire spells.
But this was not absolute.
Directly hitting their heads, without any chance to dodge, the two white dragons were instantly severely injured, falling from the sky, and the treasure held by the Mature White Dragon scattered like rain.
Simple acceleration and deceleration, combined with elemental restraint, allowed the explosive fireball to achieve the effect of killing the Adult White Dragon.
The Mature White Dragon, being stronger, still retained some ability to move, struggling to stabilize its body in the flames, emitting waves of cold air to weaken the burning fire elements.
Brian, expressionless, rewarded it with another explosive fireball.
This strike completely deprived the Mature White Dragon of its ability to resist, losing control of its body and falling to the ground.
Brian watched the two falling flames, moving unhurriedly towards them.
Dealing with two white dragons, even if one was a Mature White Dragon similar in size to him, was a simple task for Brian now. The power of time was too strong, and they had no means of countering it.
The two white dragons landed almost simultaneously, creating a deep pit on the ground, surrounded by dense, web-like cracks.
The flames formed by the fire elements gradually exhausted their magic, dimming and extinguishing, revealing two 'red dragons.'
The two white dragons, originally covered in white scales, now looked extremely miserable. The head, directly hit by the explosive fireball, had its faceplate blown off, exposing charred and blurred flesh, while the rest of their bodies were scorched red by the flames.
The high-temperature dragon scales, in contact with the cold air of the extreme northern Ice Field, emitted billowing white smoke.
The injuries were severe, and both white dragons fell into a temporary coma.
However, the vitality of an adult True Dragon was incredibly strong. If not further attacked, these injuries would not be fatal.
Brian approached the pit, looking down at the two severely injured and unconscious white dragons, contemplating how to deal with them.
Kill them?
Having his treasure stolen made Brian very unhappy.
But he was not bloodthirsty, and killing them would not benefit Brian much, not even serving as a deterrent to other dragons.
He couldn't exactly gather a group of dragons to watch him kill these dragons as a warning.
Moreover, he had no intention of tasting dragon meat.
Compared to killing them, he had a better idea.
"If another dragon tries to steal my things in the future... if I'm far away, I won't be able to arrive in time like this."
Although his followers were not weak, if a True Dragon didn't want to fight to the death and just wanted to take the treasure and leave, they would have no way to stop it. A True Dragon determined to leave would be hard to keep unless Brian was present.
"It seems I need a True Dragon to guard my nest."
Brian rubbed his dragon horns, deep in thought.
Because it felt good, he now liked to touch his dragon horns when thinking.
Many elder dragons often sought younger True Dragons to guard their Dragon's Lair to ensure the safety of their treasure.
Brian couldn't stay in his Dragon's Lair forever. To prevent similar incidents, he decided to emulate the elder dragons and have other True Dragons guard his treasure.
As for the candidates, they were right in front of him.
Taking their wealth and then making them lose their freedom to guard his treasure would be a fitting punishment for the two white dragons' theft.
