Chapter 121 Devil Muscle Bull
True Dragons have a habit of recruiting subordinates to work for them once they reach adulthood. These subordinates are the True Dragon's followers, essentially their subordinates. Some powerful True Dragons even command Vassal Armies that rival the strength of a nation.
Two white dragons jointly occupy a Territory, commanding around two thousand subordinates, which is not a small number. They were all brought together, creating a bustling scene with various creatures' scents mixing in the Cold Wind.
Brian carefully observed that their subordinates were mainly low-level Magical Creatures. There were also some White Hounds and Terror Lizards, as well as Ice Blade Birds and Four-Eyed Toads among the Magical Creatures. What intrigued Brian the most was a creature that looked very ugly, resembling a lump of sludge.
Slimes. These creatures have slippery, flowing bodies and are adept at hiding in crevices or beneath swamps. They envelop and suffocate their enemies, causing them to lose breath and die, before digesting them with the Acid inside their bodies. Their feeding method is somewhat similar to slimes, but they are much larger and stronger.
Moreover, the strength and size of slimes are not fixed. If they absorb enough nutrients, they can evolve to the size of a small lake. There is even a slime god as large as a mountain, capable of devouring True Dragons and giants, making it a terrifying existence.
In the far northern Ice Field, slimes are rare, and this was Brian's first time seeing them. There were only a dozen or so, the largest being a three-meter diameter puddle of sludge, constantly writhing with its slimy, sticky surface, looking quite disgusting and horrifying.
True Dragons do not have a fixed habit of recruiting subordinates; it mainly depends on personal preference and willingness. Brian prefers Intelligent Creatures capable of casting spells or large Savage Beasts. However, ninety percent of the two white dragons' two thousand subordinates were non-Intelligent Creatures. There was only a tribe of about two hundred Kobolds.
Although called Kobolds, they do not resemble dogs at all. They are born with dragon blood, with heads somewhat similar to dragon heads, very short protrusions on their foreheads, scales on their bodies, and long tails like rat tails, making them appear quite lean overall. The origin of Kobolds is unknown, but their faint dragon lineage suggests some ancestral connection to dragons.
As for why they are called Kobolds... Kobolds can speak Draconic, but their Draconic has a peculiar accent that is hard to correct, often mixing in dog-like barking sounds, making it quite different from pure Draconic.
Non-Intelligent Creatures have no feelings about losing their freedom and becoming guards of a Dragon's Lair, but Kobolds... they are fanatical and obsessed, being the most devoted followers of True Dragons. Upon seeing the larger and more handsome Brian and learning that he was their new master, all the Kobolds knelt down with fervent eyes, showing no dissatisfaction.
They spoke in Draconic, expressing their respect and loyalty to Brian. Brian listened to their strange Draconic, taking quite an effort to understand what the Kobolds were saying. Holmes and Graham (Adult White Dragons) felt somewhat displeased seeing the Kobolds' quick change in attitude, but they did not show it openly in front of Brian.
These subordinates now technically belonged to Brian. Among the Kobold tribe, there were a few leading Winged Kobolds with a stronger dragon lineage, looking quite different from ordinary Kobolds. In Kobold culture, these wings are seen as a gift from Dragon Queen Tiamat, allowing them to fly at low altitudes. Winged Kobolds are proud of their wings, while ordinary Kobolds envy them.
Brian scrutinized the two white dragons' subordinates and nodded almost imperceptibly.
Kobolds have always been excellent miners and the most loyal lackeys of dragons. They are cunning and despicable, willing to do anything to complete the tasks assigned by a True Dragon. Slimes, on the other hand, are dangerous hunters in the mines, often catching enemies off guard and enveloping them to kill.
"Perfect for mining gems for me," Brian thought.
"With the Minotaur Shaman's ability to influence Earth, the gem mine should be well-exploited."
The small White Crystal mine vein of the Frost Giants, although still in Frost Giant Territory, was already considered Brian's property in his mind.
The White Dragon Mother, who initially sought to collaborate with the white dragons, had now become a guard of his Dragon's Lair. By driving them to attack the Frost Giant tribe together, there was no need to offer additional spoils.
Moreover, having two more white dragons along was ultimately a good thing.
Elder gold dragons, silver dragons, red dragons, and iron dragons, among other powerful True Dragons, almost all possess legendary strength. Although elder Frost Giants do not reach legendary levels, their strength is definitely formidable, and having a steady hand is always beneficial.
As time passed, the two Dragon's Lair guards built a simple Nest as their residence not far from the Dragon's Lair. Brian forbade them from hunting within his Territory. If they were hungry, the two white dragons could take turns hunting outside. Regardless of how they divided their hunting time, there must always be a guard near the Dragon's Lair.
Brian consumed the food brought by the White Dragon Mother. The delicious and rare Ice Armored Serpent pleased him. However, regarding the White Dragon Mother's intentions... if it was indeed what he thought, he would refuse no matter what. He would accept any more food she sent, but her ulterior motives were definitely unacceptable.
Within a day, the Winter Wolf of the Wolfheart Clan, along with their pack, traversed the snowy Ice Field and arrived at the Ice Cliff Territory under the cover of night. Among the wolf pack, a group of large humanoid creatures, covered in wounds, were surrounded and driven forward by the wolves.
Upon seeing the two Dragon's Lair guards, the Winter Wolf of the Wolfheart Clan collectively paused, crouched low, and growled, assuming a battle stance. They only calmed down upon seeing Brian appear.
Had the entire Winter Wolf of the Wolfheart Clan been present when the two white dragons intruded, they might have given them a hard time.
"The Eternal Dragon's fame will one day resound across the continent."
"The Wolfheart Clan as your most excellent subordinates."
"The Winter Wolves will always be at the forefront."
"..."
The Winter Wolves spoke with awe, looking at Brian, who had subdued two white dragons. In their eyes, it had only been a few days, and even a Mature White Dragon had voluntarily become a guard of Brian's Dragon's Lair. Such a feat was not something an ordinary True Dragon could achieve.
The Winter Wolves felt fortunate for their decision to become Brian's subordinates.
Brian accepted the Winter Wolves' praise and then turned his gaze to the burly humanoid figures within the wolf pack. There were about one hundred and fifty of them. They had thick double horns on their heads, muscular faces, short tails, and dense black fur hanging down. They wore animal skins around their waists, and their exposed muscles looked like they were forged from steel. Despite their weakened state, these Minotaurs still appeared formidable.
Their towering bodies were not inferior to Ogres, with the shortest adult Minotaur standing at least 2.6 meters tall. Unlike the flabby Ogres, Minotaurs were all muscle, with every movement of their arms revealing sinewy muscle clusters.
A group of Devil Muscle Bulls... they would surely make delicious steaks.
An absurd thought crossed Brian's mind.
