Han Wu and Qin Shuang didn’t rush toward Sunset Forest, where Huang Shengjun was. Han Wu knew that Huang Shengjun’s goblin army must be powerful to have crushed the mine’s soldiers so easily. Charging in without a plan would be suicide. The two of them alone stood no chance; they needed reinforcents.
Han Wu knew many of the factions in Middle Realm, but only three had the power to aid him. The first was the Fla Demons, the second was Rivertown and its citizens, and the third was the gold Great Dragon that lived alone in the dwarven fortress.
Unfortunately, the Fla Demons’ strength ca from their fiery terrain. Without lava and fire, their combat strength would plumt. Even the Fla Demon King would be affected, so Han Wu ruled them out.
He then considered summoning so powerful helpers from Rivertown, such as Bart and Akanzor. Both were elite human warriors who served him with absolute loyalty, yet his most promising choice for an ally would be Smog.
However, there was a problem. Smog would have readily agreed to help him seek revenge if Han Wu and Jing Jing hadn’t forced his hand the last ti with the Black Arrow. Because of that grudge, Han Wu could no longer be sure of Smog’s goodwill.
Nevertheless, Han Wu made his decision and led Qin Shuang to the vault where Smog resided.
As soon as Smog sensed his presence, he roared, “Defier, why are you in my domain? Get out!”
Smog’s rage still burned from their last encounter, but Han Wu desperately needed his help and had no choice but to try. Composing himself, he stepped forward with a practiced smile. “O Great Smog, I co bearing a gift.”
The word gift softened Smog’s fury, if only slightly. “Defier, what are you offering ? Is it the little girl behind you? She looks quite appetizing.”
Qin Shuang tensed, ready to fight if the dragon made a move toward her.
Han Wu shook his head. “No, no. She’s a friend. You can’t eat her.”
“Then what is it? Gold? Treasures? Powerful God equipnt?” Smog rattled off possibilities.
Han Wu had tried to guess Smog’s favorite, and his first assumption proved right as Smog nad gold first. Now that Han Wu knew this, he declared, “I ca to offer you gold.”
Smog’s eyes lit up at the word. Even though his vault already overflowed with gold, his greed was insatiable.
“Where is it? Give it to ,” Smog demanded, his voice trembling with anticipation.
Han Wu forced a smile and pointed to the lted gold on the ground.
“Defier, are you trying to offer my own gold?” Smog snapped, fury flaring in his eyes. Golden fire pooled in his jaws, ready to incinerate Han Wu on the spot.
“Wait, Great Smog! Please, hear out.” Han Wu waved his arm to stop Smog. “I’m not offering ordinary gold. I’ve co to present you with the finest kind. I will turn your gold into Radiant Ingots!”
At that, Smog snuffed out the flas in his jaws. As a dragon obsessed with gold, he knew exactly what Radiant Ingots were: the purest, most valuable form of gold. Their worth far surpassed ordinary gold, hundreds of tis over, and they were prized materials in high-level crafting. If Han Wu could transform all the gold in the vault into Radiant Ingots, Smog would consider forgiving Han Wu’s threat.
“If you deceive again, I’ll kill you, even if you are the Defier!” Smog warned.
Without the Black Arrow here, Smog reigned as the strongest life form in the Middle Realm and was more than capable of tearing Han Wu apart.
Han Wu sighed. With rge, transmuting regular gold into Radiant Ingots wasn’t difficult, though his power had limits. He activated rge and selected the piles of gold on the ground. At his current level, he could only refine a third of it at a ti.
Before long, the selected gold started shrinking. Under Smog’s watchful gaze, the Radiant Ingot took shape before his eyes. It asured only a cubic ter, yet its worth far exceeded that of a house made entirely of gold.
Smog snatched up the Radiant Ingot and licked it like a dog with a bone, eyes gleaming with greed. Lost in delight, he kept running his tongue over the glowing tal clutched in his claws before turning to Han Wu. “Defier, please turn all the gold into Radiant Ingots.”
Han Wu could tell that Smog no longer harbored any anger toward him, so he rged the remaining gold. He used up all three of his daily rge chances, transmuting the gold into three cubes. The three Radiant Ingots looked small, but their value far surpassed that of the gold they had once been.
As the last of the gold rged, the other treasures that had been buried beneath it were laid bare. Han Wu spotted an array of powerful pieces of equipnt scattered across the floor.
This was the fortress of the dwarves, a race fad for their mastery in forging. Naturally, the equipnt stored in this vault would represent their greatest creations.
Han Wu could sense that the strongest among them rivaled 8-Star God equipnt, yet he didn’t take any. Though his feud with Smog had ended, that didn’t grant him the right to claim the dragon’s treasure.
Smog greedily licked the Radiant Ingots, and with each swipe of his tongue, the golden scales along his body glead brighter. He was absorbing the Radiant Ingots’ essence to improve his strength.
Han Wu stared in astonishnt at the tiny Radiant Ingots clutched in Smog’s claws. Compared to his massive body, they looked no larger than sugar cubes. At that rate, Smog would consu them within days.
Han Wu decided to use that hunger to his advantage. “Great Smog, I need your help right now. If you agree, I’ll create more Radiant Ingots for you.”
At the promise of more ingots, Smog’s eyes glead with interest. “Defier, give enough Radiant Ingots, and I will do anything you ask!”
Relief and excitent welled in Han Wu. At last, he understood what drove Smog. With enough Radiant Ingots, he could not only request the dragon’s aid but also trade for other treasures.
If I gather enough Radiant Ingots, he thought, could I trade for that strange diamond too? And what about the equipnt crafted by the fallen dwarf forgemasters? Their techniques are lost to ti, but I might rediscover them through their work, he thought.
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