Chapter 1035

Gris hated others calling him a lizard the most, but now he didn't hesitate to curse even himself, blurting out "dead lizard." One could imagine the shock in his heart. This thick-browed, big-eyed Arafat actually wanted to play both sides like the cunning Anthony?

"Damn it, you didn't lead him astray, did you?" Gris turned to Anthony to complain.

"Don't pin everything on me. He was already this bad. As a king of a race, how could he be too stupid? He's not the God of Knowledge," Anthony retorted casually, then continued, "He has seen my lord's strength, so now he's reporting and showing favor in advance. Whoever wins, he'll help. So in his cognition, my lord has a chance to win. Tsk tsk tsk."

Gris rolled his eyes and asked, "Then what should we do now?"

Anthony said, "Two methods. First, fight head-on and see if this Lord North Crown is qualified to be my lord's enemy. Before, when he was competing with my lord for the Undying Divine Fire, he was scared, so he shouldn't be my lord's opponent. Now Arafat is secretly tipping us off, which also proves from the side that Arafat doesn't think highly of him, so we have a greater chance of winning. If we ambush him a few times on the way, he might be finished before he even sees the Undead City."

"Second, my lord, is there anything particularly important in the Undead City?" Anthony turned to ask.

Ang shook his head.

"That's good..."

Anthony was just about to say something when he was interrupted by Gris: "Good my foot. This dead skeleton says it's not important because he doesn't have his land there. The Undead City still has hundreds of thousands of undead creatures, Source Fragments, and the Water Source. These are all very important things. Don't listen to his blind command."

"That doesn't matter. North Crown can't destroy these things in a short while. We just need to get there before him. We can't let Arafat stay out of it. First, ask him where North Crown's lair is. We'll go raid North Crown's lair. If he refuses, we'll kidnap his wife and children."

Arafat's wife widened her eyes: What!? What does this have to do with her? But before she could do anything, she felt a gaze locked onto her.

"I... I kindly came to notify you, you can't treat me like this." Liliana didn't know why, but after that gaze locked onto her, she felt a sense of trepidation.

Anthony said, "No, no, no. It was clearly us who came to solve your stuck egg problem and saved your and Arafat's child, yet you treat us like this. Despicable Crystal Dragon, tell Arafat that his wife and child are in our hands. Tell us the location of North Crown's lair immediately, otherwise I will... I will..."

After thinking for a long time without coming up with a terrifying threat, he had to turn to Gris and ask, "What are you dragons more afraid of?"

Gris pondered and said, "Cut off her wings so she can only run on the ground like a hen? Pull out all her scales and let her run naked? Find hundreds of four-legged lizards to lick her body? Disgust her to death?"

Gris thought of several threats he considered terrifying, and Liliana was indeed trembling with fear, feeling uncomfortable all over.

Anthony rolled his eyes helplessly. "Is this how you threaten enemies? Forget it, let's not talk about those bloody and cruel methods. Let's talk about something dragons are more afraid of—the Serpent of Misfortune."

As soon as this name came out, Liliana and Gris's scales stood up in unison.

Gris was fine; he had already become familiar with the little snake and knew what a sycophantic fellow it was. But Liliana was different. The fear hidden in her bloodline made her tremble all over, and she wanted to run away.

But as soon as she moved, she felt her legs go weak, and the whole dragon flopped to the ground, crawling on all fours, trembling and shouting, "Snake... snake, where is the Serpent of Misfortune? Where is it? Ah! Ah! Go away, go away, get out of the way."

While screaming, she clawed at the scales on her body, her neck twisted into a knot, desperately looking at her body. The posture was just like a cockroach flying onto her.

Such an intense reaction stunned Anthony and the others, who asked suspiciously, "Lord Gris, were you also scared like this at the time?"

"How is that possible? How could I have been scared? I was just surprised at the time, not afraid at all, okay?" Gris insisted stubbornly.

No matter how stubbornly Gris insisted, the deterrent power of the Serpent of Misfortune in the dragon bloodline was real. The only question now was, why did the dragons of this world also possess this bloodline?

"Isn't it said that the Serpent of Misfortune was made up by the Dragon God to scare children? Could it be that the dragons here are also descendants of the Dragon God?" Anthony looked at Ang and asked, puzzled.

Ang shook his head. Actually, this question also existed in his heart. As the Dragon God, Ang didn't remember that the Dragon God could have blood descendants in such a far place.

If the White Dragon Olig could still be called a coincidence, then the bloodline resonance of the Crystal Dragon Arafat couldn't be explained by coincidence. What exactly was the reason that caused the Dragon God to give birth to a batch of dragon blood descendants in such a distant place?

However, Ang didn't dwell on it too much. If he couldn't figure it out, he wouldn't think about it. He only got to the bottom of things when he was planting things.

"Alright, alright, stop shouting. The Serpent of Misfortune didn't come, but if Arafat doesn't tell us where North Crown's lair is, I will really summon the Serpent of Misfortune to bite you," Anthony threatened viciously.

Liliana said hurriedly, "No, no, no, don't summon the Serpent of Misfortune. I'll take you there. It doesn't matter if Arafat doesn't tell you, I'll take you there."

"You know where North Crown's lair is?" Anthony was surprised.

Liliana patted her chest and said, "Of course. Back then, I, Liliana, was also a famous battle dragon of the Crystal Dragon race. Lord North Crown would call me for any battle. Later, after I laid the egg, I kept a lower profile."

"Good, take us to North Crown's lair. We'll raid his lair first. After it's done, your child will be returned to you," Anthony said.

Liliana, whose body had been soft, suddenly filled with strength. She climbed up from the ground nimbly and stared at Anthony with sparkling eyes, asking, "Really?"

From the beginning, their agreement was that Ang would solve the stuck egg problem, but the young dragon belonged to Ang.

To sell the young dragon for the sake of its safety and still have to thank Ang for saving its life—sometimes Gris really didn't understand how Silver Coin fooled the other party into signing such a contract.

Anthony smiled and nodded. They weren't short of one young dragon; Silver Coin was just maximizing the value of the chips. Using it here now was the moment when the young dragon chip had the most value.

Liliana nodded excitedly and said, "Go, follow me."

Even if Arafat stood in front of her now, Liliana would probably tear him apart first. Everyone climbed onto Liliana's back and flew rapidly toward the void in a certain direction.

North Crown, who was still gathering manpower, never imagined that someone would raid his lair a step ahead.

PS: I've had a cold, and my throat hurts terribly, like it's being cut by a knife.