Chapter 547
Chapter 547 Negotiation Breakdown
Greem was eighty percent certain that the tall figure in the crystal image Billis sent back was Third Grade Thunder Dragon Arms, who had gone missing after the massive explosion.
It seemed he had turned into a human form once more to ease his escape from underground. Moreover, Greem could vaguely make out something else through the faint image. Arms seemed to be bringing with him his field rations.
The skinny figure obscured by Arm’s body was a familiar sight to Greem. They seemed to be someone Greem knew. However, according to Greem’s memory, that person shouldn’t be as skinny as he currently was.
Still, Greem had already started understanding something when he saw that person’s limbs. The white bones beneath them had already been exposed.
It had been over twenty days since the explosion. Even a Third Grade thunder dragon would have an impossible time surviving underground where there was no food or water. Not to mention the fact that the Thunder Dragon had been in such close proximity to the space furnace when the explosion had happened. Escaping unharmed was no more than fantasy.
If it weren’t for his Dragonblood Barrier protecting him from the terrifying space storm, Third Grade Thunder Dragon Arms would already be dead. He might have survived until this moment, but he was covered in wounds and completely drained of all energy.
That was why Arms had no choice but to drag along his Second Grade dragonborn subordinate Zacha, who had, fortunately, survived the explosion as well. After all, he was buried a thousand meters underground beneath endless tons of dirt and stone. Arms had only managed to sustain himself up to this moment with Zacha’s blood and flesh.
The fact that Arms had been able to survive in that massive explosion was already a testament to the power of his dragon bloodline and the strength of his Physique.
Power, luck, and experience; Arms would have been blasted into pieces in the explosion if he had lacked any one of these factors.
“Adept, I am Third Grade Dragon Lord Arms of the Plane of Rance. If you save me from this place and let me leave safely, I swear by the name of the Dragon God to recompensate your compassion with five… no, ten times my wealth.” The typically arrogant and wild Thunder Dragon Arms suddenly behaved in an extremely friendly fashion.
“Oh? You mean… you will repay me with wealth ten times that of the value of a Third Grade Dragon?” The earth elemental was still speaking with its unique booming voice.
Arms face had already turned ashen from the continuous loss of blood. However, it still managed to become even paler upon hearing the opponent’s words.
The value of a Third Grade Dragon, and ten times that?!
Would he be able to gather such a terrifying sum of payment even if he skinned his own body, took apart his bones, drained his blood, and collected all his flesh?
His words earlier were only meant to be recompensation for the opponent’s ‘kind’ gesture of saving him. Yet, they seem to be implicitly categorizing him as their property with what they had just said.
It seemed that things were unlikely to be resolved through negotiations, given the vast differences between their perspectives.
Rage filled Arms’ heart. He lashed out with his now dirtied and muddied right hand at lightning speed and plunged it deep into the chest of the earth elemental. He then crushed the elementium core within the golem.
Thunder Dragons were variants of the wind element. They were incompatible with earth elementium. As such, Arms didn’t choose to devour the creature and instead destroyed it immediately.
This one-meter tall elemental quickly collapsed with the destruction of its elementium core. It returned to dust.
However, this seemed to have sounded the horns of battle. Arms immediately sensed over a hundred elementium fluctuations unique to earth elementals in the soil around him.
Several adept-level earth elementals started to appear in the tunnel he had dug through the ground. They immediately lunged at Arms with rumbling footsteps after they had formed.
Arms was unfazed by such small fry.
He shook his dirt-covered right hand, miraculously turning it into a well-defined dragon claw. He then made grabbing motions in the air, smashing through the chest of an earth elemental with every thrust and retrieving the elementium core within.
Those earth elementals had their cores shattered before they could even get close to Arms. Their bodies disintegrated and fell apart.
Arms suddenly turned back and let out an angered roar, despite how well the battle was going for him.
The skinny body that had been lying in the corner of the tunnel had mysteriously sunk into the earth and vanished before his eyes.
His ‘rations’–Dragonborn Zacha–had been abducted by the adepts!