Chapter 118 The Attentive White Dragon Mother
Hiss!
Two simple first-level Frost Ray spells cut through the air in straight lines, landing on the faces of the two unconscious white dragons.
The cold spell rays felt like a splash of cold water on the white dragons' faces. The sudden external stimulus jolted them awake from their unconscious state, and they struggled to move their bodies.
"You, what do you want to do?"
The Mature White Dragon barely managed to stand up after waking, feeling a burning pain all over its body.
The burning pain from flames is the most unbearable type of injury for a white dragon.
Its face showed fear, and its voice lost the confidence it had before, now tinged with terror as it looked at Brian.
At the same time, the Adult White Dragon also regained consciousness, its face showing a similar expression of fear as the Mature White Dragon.
The battle had lasted only a second or two, but it was enough for the True Dragon to render them powerless. This indicated that the True Dragon's actual strength was far superior to theirs; otherwise, it wouldn't have been possible.
In the eyes of the two white dragons, the spells Brian cast seemed to land on them as if by teleportation.
Even though they had been on high alert, they had no time to react.
This already determined that if the silver super-large True Dragon in front of them wanted to kill them, they would be dead for sure.
The Dragon Tribe has never been united or cohesive. True Dragons of the same kind are somewhat better, constrained by the Dragon God. Unless there is a deep-seated grudge, they don't usually kill each other indiscriminately. However, there are many conflicts between metallic dragons and chromatic dragons, often resulting in fatal outcomes.
The Metallic Dragon God and the Evil Dragon God, these two famous Dragon Gods, have never gotten along. Other Dragon Gods have taken sides, leading to countless years of internal strife among the Dragon Gods.
The two white dragons, mistaking Brian for an adult silver dragon, were now somewhat afraid that Brian would kill them.
Silver dragons are kind, but they are ruthless when dealing with creatures of the evil camp, and chromatic dragons are universally recognized as Evil Dragons.
Facing the two white dragons, Brian slowly raised his sharp claws, and several scorching, dazzling fireballs appeared in front of him.
Upon seeing the fireballs, the two white dragons turned pale, and the pain in their bodies seemed to intensify. They quickly spoke in Draconic, "Mighty silver dragon, we didn't know this was your territory and meant no offense."
This time, faced with a life-threatening situation, the Mature White Dragon didn't argue that Brian wasn't the master of the Ice Cliff Territory.
Whether it truly believed it or was just yielding to the circumstances didn't matter.
"If you are willing to spare us, we can... we can exchange our treasure hoard."
When they mentioned exchanging their treasure hoard, the two white dragons hesitated, finding it very difficult to say.
The thought of their accumulated treasure becoming another dragon's property made their hearts bleed. They had gained nothing but injuries and now had to give up their treasure. This was undoubtedly the worst day of their lives.
On the other side, Brian listened to the two white dragons' words, remaining indifferent.
The fireballs still floated in front of him, emitting a dangerous red glow, showing no sign of being retracted.
"Killing you, I can still go to your Dragon's Lair and take your treasure."
"Going to my Dragon's Lair to steal, offering treasure is not enough to quell my anger."
He said calmly, his words seemingly indicating an intention to kill.
Brian didn't directly state that he wanted to make the two white dragons the guards of his Dragon's Lair. Saying it outright would make them think there was room for negotiation.
To change the terms, first, you threaten to destroy. This way of handling things often works well in many situations.
Sure enough, upon hearing Brian's words filled with killing intent, the two white dragons looked at each other, extremely anxious, fearing being burned to death by flames. Such a death would be too torturous for a white dragon.
After speaking, Brian moved his mind, and several fireballs drew an arc, flying towards the severely injured white dragons with little ability to move.
Reflected in their vision was the approaching firelight, feeling the increasing heat, the two white dragons closed their eyes in despair.
But at the last moment, they only felt a wave of heat on their bodies, without the anticipated intense pain and burning flames.
Boom!
A deafening explosion sounded not far away, and the high-temperature shockwave hit their white scales like a hurricane, causing the two white dragons to tremble and open their eyes shakily.
A sea of fire appeared behind them.
The Adult White Dragon was rather unlucky, with its tail just engulfed by the sea of fire, causing half of its tail to quickly turn red in the flames.
It grimaced and moved its tail away, then struggled to move its body, not wanting to be so close to the raging flames.
At the same time, the two white dragons simultaneously looked up ahead.
The silver giant dragon, bathed in moonlight, seemed to be in deep thought, with no immediate intention of killing them.
The Mature White Dragon reacted quickly, immediately shouting in Draconic, "Mighty silver dragon, as long as it can extinguish your anger, I will not refuse anything I can do."
The Adult White Dragon, hearing the Mature White Dragon's words, immediately followed suit and begged for mercy as well.
"Me too!"
Brian looked at them and said in a deep voice, "I don't want to encounter another theft of my Dragon's Lair. Considering this, I have decided to give you a chance to live."
"Please, tell us."
The two white dragons' eyes lit up and they immediately responded.
The burning pain all over their bodies hadn't disappeared, and the scene of being hit by the explosive fireballs, as well as the raging sea of fire behind them, was still vividly remembered.
Given a chance to live, they didn't want to go to hell.
With their strength, they wouldn't be taken to Tiamat's divine realm after death; death would be the end for them.
"Give up your longing for freedom, and then swear under the witness of the chromatic dragon queen to become the guards of my Dragon's Lair from now on."
"Guard my Dragon's Lair for three hundred years, killing anyone foolish enough to covet my treasures."
Brian stared at the two scarred white dragons and said calmly.
They were initially stunned, then hesitated slightly, but the fire-lit ground and the burning pain on their bodies reminded them that refusing meant only death.
"To guard the Dragon's Lair of such a powerful being as you is our honor."
The Mature White Dragon struggled for a moment, finally sighed, and resignedly accepted its fate.
After thinking it over, it still didn't want to die.
Becoming a Dragon's Lair guard for three hundred years, or until Brian decided to change guards, still offered a chance for freedom. Death, on the other hand, meant the end of everything. All intelligent beings fear death.
