"Your Highness Noah, please, you must help me find my child!"
"It’s all my fault. If I hadn’t gone out and noticed the anomaly in time, those despicable thieves wouldn’t have had the chance to steal my child!"
The angry roars of the Dragon Group, mixed with sorrowful wails, reverberated throughout the Holy Dragon Palace standing atop Elidis Mountain.
"I will definitely help you find your child, no matter the cost!"
Noah looked at the extremely agitated Bronze Dragons before him, soothing them with his words and making a promise based on his status,
"But I need to understand the details of this malicious incident now!"
This is an extremely serious theft case, with a Dragon Egg stolen. If such a thing happened within the Colorful Dragon Clan, certain extremely irresponsible individuals, just bound by some traditions and the Dragon God, might not resist celebrating a bit; it wouldn’t even be a big deal.
However, if the same thing occurs in the Metallic Dragon Race, especially with the Bronze Dragon Clan, it’s exceptionally vile. One must know that Bronze Dragons are the Golden Dragons that cherish their offspring the most within the Metallic Dragon Race. They are even willing to give their lives for their children.
Having said that, when Noah initially understood the situation, he felt incredulous, even somewhat stunned, because he never thought anyone would dare to target a Bronze Dragon Egg.
Would any sensible being do such a thing? Losing a Dragon Egg would drive a Bronze Dragon insane; the severity of this act is even greater than directly killing an adult Bronze Dragon.
"As long as we can find our child, we are willing to give up everything for it!"
This was the vow made by the Bronze Dragon couple that lost their Dragon Egg, right in front of Noah.
"You are vassals who are loyal to me. The misfortune that your offspring suffered is tantamount to challenging my majesty, an affront to my authority, and it’s unforgivable. I will provide all the support to retrieve your offspring!"
As a member of the Metallic Dragon Race, the spellcasting abilities of the Bronze Dragons, though not as exceptional as the Golden or Silver Dragons, are still of medium level within the Metallic Dragon Race.
The young Bronze Dragon couple, just entering youth, found some clues. However, the investigation was quite tricky, and their own power was insufficient.
Therefore, they directly came to Elisium to seek Noah’s assistance. Some other dragons, who sensed the same threat, also accompanied them, desiring to eliminate the individual or faction coveting their Dragon Eggs.
Whoever dared to make such an offensive and disrespectful move toward the Dragon Clan must pay the price in blood.
The tough film distributed with scale patterns was torn open from the inside by a pair of sharp claws. Subsequently, a massive figure, its surface still dripping with translucent mucus, slithered out from within, a faint sweet and fishy smell spreading immediately.
"Lord Orff, how do you feel now?"
Watching the figure that emerged from the egg, a man who had been waiting at the side stepped forward, gazing with admiration and zeal at this being he perceived as perfect.
"Me? I feel great. I’ve never felt so young, so powerful."
The creature called Orff swam through the familiar building, but due to a significant transformation in life form, everything that was once familiar now appeared foreign to him because his perspective had changed.
Still, he swam to a familiar crystal mirror, and through it, Orff saw his current appearance.
It was a perfect fusion of human and serpent, with an upper torso resembling a well-proportioned, smoothly muscled young man, though small dark green scales adorned his cheeks, shoulders, and chest.
However, from his waist down, he bore a thick, long serpent tail covered in dark green scales, appearing both fierce and sinister, yet exuding a primitive wild beauty.
"A very perfect body, isn’t it?"
Seeing the great noble in front of the mirror silent for a while, a man beside him, with a soft face and features leaning towards feminine, stepped forward to inquire.
"Indeed, it’s a truly powerful body. But for the former human me, it’s somewhat unfamiliar. I need time to adjust."
Orff gazed at himself in the mirror, looking like a monster, with a tinge of sadness in his eyes. Though before the transformation ritual, he had been filled with urgency and desire for the body he now possessed.
His age was too advanced; he had been through too many battles. The scars accumulated over countless wars, coupled with his declining physical condition, brought him insufferable pain and agony day and night.
Yet, he had to endure because he was Marquis Kenbrook, the Castru City Lord. He had to protect his family, defend his territory; he had so many goals to guard.
But he was too old. Though he was an Extreme Intent warrior not yet four hundred years old, the battles over the centuries had nearly depleted his vitality.
Therefore, when a species different from humans approached him, presenting a transformation ritual that could extend his life and restore him to his peak, he found his supposedly strong and resilient will wavering.
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