Beneath the Red Dragon

And opening up to develop outward means war and bloodshed.

However, the other races, although surprised, would not care too much, as the natural alliance among evil forces is an unspoken rule.

Only some elves showed a worried expression on their faces.

These elves from the Western Realm are concerned that the Giant Dragon Empire and the Zor from the Dark Nest might also establish some form of alliance, abandoning the alliance with the Elf Kingdom, considering that the Imperial’s current stance is wavering between possible and impossible.

Yet these onlookers did not notice a small vessel slowly emerging from the fleet of the Dark Nest Lord, wobbling towards the distant seaside cliff.

This small vessel, resembling the goblin submarines sold by the Goblin Merchant Group from the Central Continent, looked like an elliptical cone slicing through the sea waves.

There were merely three tall silhouettes standing on the vessel, with a sparse few Zor servant elves maneuvering it. The magic energy engine of the goblins roared with a low hum, driving the vessel swiftly forward.

But when the vessel was still several hundred meters away from the platform under the cliff, Gomot glanced at the still indifferent Karon, sighed gently, and then helplessly extended his claw to dip it into the seawater.

Crack crack,

A chilling frost spread from the tip of White Dragon Gomot’s claw, instantly freezing the surging sea that was crashing against the platform into ice.

A thick ice layer, several meters high, smoothed all the rising waves with the power of the White Dragon, forming a smooth and wide ten-meter-wide ice pathway that quickly extended toward the vessel.

"Well done, Gomot. Your control over power has reached an incredibly refined level," Karon patted his rear, stood up matter-of-factly.

The gigantic size and immense strength, along with the vast magic power brought by their bloodline, are the assets that allow dragons to dominate the world. But in the dragon’s heritage or their own nature, most dragons ignore the intricate manipulation of power.

Because they believe their power is enough to crush most races in the world. If three parts of power can’t defeat an opponent, then increase the output. Ten parts of power will be sufficient.

However, in the Gogomola Dragon Group, influenced by the Ancestral Red Dragon, their view on power has changed.

Intricate manipulation of three parts of power can yield the effect of five parts. If it’s ten parts of power, it can achieve the effect of twelve.

The Gogomola Dragon Group’s dominance over other dragons is shown in every aspect, representing a comprehensive cover, not just a pure power and bloodline level crush.

"Is it Karon Gogomola? It’s an honor for the esteemed Dragon Thrones to await our arrival here."

A group approached along the ice path over the sea, a gentle and mellow voice wafting over, sounding not as evil and dark as the previous aura suggested, but rather with a perfectly balanced and amicable tone, like a voice of goodwill from a beautiful creature.

Karon and Gomot’s current images were merely those of relatively ordinary Dragon Descendants. In the Golden Empire, the image of Dragon Descendants is not uncommon as Dragon Descendants are becoming a strong race within the empire.

In terms of appearance, Karon’s disguised form stood about 1.9 meters, his majestic fierce horns concealed, and his distinctive membrane wings closely tucked at his sides, appearing as dark iron, looking no different from the Dragon Descendant warriors within the Imperial.

The image of White Dragon Gomot was not much different, appearing like a frail Dragon Descendant.

But to those on the icy surface, the two Dragon Descendants on the sea platform seemed like fearsome beasts lurking in the abyss, merely exposing one eye, gazing at the prey on the ocean surface.

"Is it the Dark Nest Lord? Please, come over!"

Karon responded to the other party’s words and gently placed his fishing rod aside.

Karon did not show an arrogant attitude, even though the Dark Nest Lord Shalos is only a regional local lord in name, and he is an emperor of an empire; their identities do not completely match up equivalently.

But the other party’s personal visit from afar showed sincerity, so even though the purpose remained unknown, he would not act arrogantly.

Arrogance should not be despised; haughtiness should not linger long.

On the ice surface, although it was just the sound of a few Zor elves stepping, it echoed like the huge steel legs of a spider cracking the ice layer.

A man and a woman reached the platform, raising their heads to look up at the two Dragon Descendants on it.

"Your Excellency, as the Emperor of the Golden Empire, with a word you could move mountains and part the seas, still need to fish by the sea? Such mundane amusement seems quite dull to me."

The female Zor elf, draped in a purple-black veil, seemed unused to the bitter sea winds above the West Sea, tightly wrapping her body.

Her seductive and voluptuous curves were fully exposed to the direct gaze of the two Dragon Descendants, the curled red lips on her stunning face carrying a hint of enchanting allure."

"Everyone has different thoughts; what seems dull to you allows me to find the joy within,"

Karon looked down at the Zor elves standing on the sea ice, as the sea area frozen by White Dragon Gomot turned back into rolling seawater with the Zor’s arrival, leaving only a dozen meters of ice before the platform.