Chapter 241

"However, please wait a moment, Your Highness. I have a way to find their location."

After saying this.

With Chen Ang's nod of approval, Shyvana looked up and took a deep breath, gazing at the sky, and then opened her mouth to let out a roar.

"Roar!"

It was as if a dragon's roar had erupted.

Faintly, an invisible ripple spread out with Shyvana as the center.

After the roar, Shyvana waited quietly.

Chen Ang was not in a hurry either.

He even looked around in different directions with interest, a look of surprise appearing in his eyes.

【A world on the verge of perishing; this direction is already completely filled with the aura of death, without any living beings or vitality, let alone treasures.】

【There is a Blood Dragon Vine in this direction; it might be useful to you.】

【A piece of Void Gold is in this direction, but it is guarded by a crazed sub-dragon nearby.】

【...】

Looking at the prompts appearing before him, a look of excitement emerged in Chen Ang's eyes.

Just at this moment.

Hum.

An invisible ripple struck from afar.

Shyvana's eyes lit up, and she said excitedly, "Your Highness, I've found them. My tribe members are all in this direction."

200: The blushing Shyvana.

Deep in the great mountains.

In a canyon, there was a crude tribe set up.

Living in the tribe were sturdy and burly Dragon-Men; they were of different forms, all different types of Dragon-Men.

Logically speaking, Dragon-Men are powerful, so survival should not be a problem, and they should be full of vigor.

But in reality, the Dragon-Men here were all listless, especially the women in the tribe, whose lips were cracked and whose breathing was weak.

A group of Dragon-Men who looked slightly better gathered together, their brows furrowed as if they were discussing something.

"Chieftain, we have to leave."

"That's right, Chieftain. We can no longer find food in this canyon, and the underground spring we discovered earlier has also dried up. If we continue to stay here, we will all starve to death."

"Alright, let's listen to what the Chieftain has to say first. The Chieftain should have considered this too."

A group of Dragon-Men looked at a Dragon-Man who was older and looked somewhat aged—their Chieftain.

Upon hearing this.

The Chieftain took a deep breath, frowned, and said, "I know what you are thinking. In fact, I also want to relocate the tribe and head to other places."

"But you are not unaware of what our world has become, and you have all seen what the tribespeople are like now."

"They cannot withstand a long journey. If we relocate now but cannot find a suitable place to camp, they will all die on the road of migration."

"What's more, where should we go?"

"In previous years, migrating once a year was enough, but the year before last, we migrated five times."

"This year, we have migrated six times."

"The progress of the world's impending destruction has accelerated significantly."

"The places in the entire world available for our survival are becoming fewer and fewer..."

"Shyvana is still working hard in the World of the Gifted. If we migrate even further away, I'm afraid she won't be able to find us when she returns."

Upon hearing this.

The group of Dragon-Men lowered their heads one by one, looking miserable.

Some of the burly Dragon-Men even had red-rimmed eyes, looking at the tribespeople behind them who were so hungry their faces were blue, and who were even licking their lips wanting to drink water.

If their strength were placed in the past, how could they have fallen to such a state?

But now that this world is on the verge of destruction, resources are naturally fading away.

Even though they have strength, they have nowhere to use it.

In the great mountains, it is hard to even find a mouse.

Weak existences have basically disappeared.

They were either eaten clean or died somewhere.

As for powerful existences, they cannot afford to provoke them.

The Dragon-Men all knew that what the Chieftain said was the truth.

If they migrate, the tribespeople might all die on the road.

But if they don't migrate, they will also die.

What should they do?

All the Dragon-Men fell into a dilemma.

Suddenly.

Roar!!

A deafening roar suddenly sounded from the east.

All the Dragon-Men looked up at that direction abruptly.

Faintly, a streak of dragon breath could be seen shooting straight into the sky.

Then, a huge figure exuding a terrifying aura soared into the sky and flew toward the distance, radiating a brutal aura.

"Damn it, it's a Disaster Dragon!!"

"How could such a thing appear near us?"

"Chieftain, we must migrate. If the Disaster Dragon discovers the location of our tribe, everyone will die."

"Damn it, why is this happening to our world?! If this hadn't happened, how could we have become like this?"

"When will these days ever end?"

"Chieftain, make a decision!!"

A Dragon-Man looked at the worried Chieftain and gritted his teeth, pleading, "That's right, Chieftain, make a decision. We all know what you are worried about, but at this time, if we don't leave, we will all die. Even if we die on the road of migration, I don't think the tribespeople will blame you."

"That's right, Chieftain."

"In today's world, those powerful enough to leave have long since left."

"Those who remain powerful but lack the ability to leave this world have all gone mad, especially those giant dragons; they were once our guardian deities, but now they have turned into disasters..."

"Sigh."

After the Dragon-Man Chieftain sighed deeply, he looked up at the pairs of expectant eyes staring at him, feeling immense pressure.

But as the Chieftain, he had to make a decision.

Just as he opened his mouth, wanting to say something.

Suddenly.

He froze.

As if sensing something, he looked up abruptly toward the direction behind him.

It was not just him; the other Dragon-Men were the same, their eyes widening one by one, as if an expression of disbelief had appeared.

"Th-this is..."

"It's our tribe's secret technique, it's the secret technique."

"It's Shyvana!! It must be Shyvana who has returned!!"

A Dragon-Man showed an ecstatic expression and shouted excitedly.

The other Dragon-Men came to their senses, and they were the same, immediately knowing in their minds where this ripple came from.

Even the old Dragon-Man Chieftain, after coming to his senses, was extremely excited and nodded repeatedly. "That's right, it must be Shyvana. Although I don't know if she has found a King suitable for our Dragon-Man race, as long as Shyvana has returned, the tribespeople will be saved."

"Quick, respond to Shyvana immediately, and at the same time, we will migrate the whole tribe toward Shyvana's direction."

"The place where Shyvana left is some distance from us; we must start toward each other to meet faster."

"Those tribespeople who still have strength, prepare immediately to take those who cannot walk on the road together."

With hope, the old Dragon-Man Chieftain immediately began to regain the confidence of a Chieftain.

He began to issue one order after another. ===== CHAPTER 242 =====