Chapter 60: The Dragon-Eating Serpent (Seek Follows, Seek Monthly Tickets, Today

Caravans passing through the Ser Wildlands primarily gather minerals, beast and demon body materials, and magical herbs from the wilds, transporting them south to the Lothen Federation for sale and profit.

The caravans vary greatly in size and strength.

Some are so massive that even adult dragons dare not consider attacking them.

Others, however, risk everything, driven by greed and Jiaoxing , traveling here with insufficient guards.

Small caravans with inadequate protection.

Once discovered by evil creatures rooted in the wilds, they become mouthwatering meals—too good to pass up.

Every year, countless small caravans vanish in the Ser Wildlands.

Yet merchants, as a breed, will flock to any place where profit is certain, no matter the risk—greed cannot be restrained.

Think carefully.

It bears a striking resemblance to the inherent flaws embedded in dragon heritage.

“The Four Crossings of a Thousand Snakes form a vast network of roads; there is a branch route here. If I encounter a suitable small caravan, I may have a chance to raid it.”

“If I wish to rob caravans, I must avoid showing myself directly—otherwise, my whereabouts will be exposed, drawing adventurers to hunt me or armies to besiege me.”

“The number of my Baoxiong is too few, and their intelligence is limited—they cannot carry out complex orders.”

“I need true sentient beings as my vassals.”

Before I can overthrow the entire world with my own dragon power, vassals remain necessary.

Or rather, all evil dragons require vassals.

Evil dragons are not metallic dragons—they cannot call upon allies when threatened. Evil dragons usually travel alone; without a vassal army, they are vulnerable to being hunted and surrounded.

“I am not an evil dragon, but prejudice in men’s hearts is a mountain—upon seeing me, they instantly label me an evil dragon and cry out for my death. If so, I must prepare accordingly, strengthening my foundation.”

Luo Si pondered this.

After observing the Graymane Wolfmen’s territory for some time longer,

he did not act rashly—he prepared to leave.

Other places awaited his exploration, especially the branch routes of the Four Crossings of a Thousand Snakes; he was deeply interested in passing caravans.

But just then,

Luo Si sharply noticed an elderly wolfman, whose fur had turned gray-white, stepping out from a tent-like structure at the center of the territory.

Around its neck hung a necklace forged from unknown beast bones, and it leaned on a polished, weathered oak staff.

It was the wolf tribe’s shaman.

Upon emerging, it immediately summoned a dozen strong adult wolfmen, who carried bound, still-living prey the size of cattle and horses toward the dark, moonless cliff face.

Seeing this,

Luo Si did not hurry away—he remained hidden high in the sky, waiting to see what the wolf shaman intended.

The shaman and the adult wolfmen soon reached the base of the cliff.

*Thud!* The adult wolfmen, nervous, dropped the prey with a dull thump, drawing the shaman’s displeased glare.

But the shaman understood their fear.

It waved its clawed hand, ordering the wolfmen to retreat, then took a deep breath and faced alone the terrifying neighbor dwelling in the valley’s wall.

It pulled out a bone whistle.

The shaman filled its lungs and blew—producing a long, resonant sound.

*Click-click-click.* The cliff trembled faintly; pebbles fell like light rain.

Then,

a massive serpent-like monster, over ten meters long, slithered out from the dark, shadowed cave.

It was a colossal serpent, its body covered in green scales, eyes blood-red, tail split into three prongs, and forelimbs ending in sharp claws.

It slithered down the steep cliff face.

Its single pair of claws gripped the rock, crumbling the hard stone like tofu.

In an instant, it stood before the old wolf shaman, opened its massive jaws, seized one of the freshly brought prey, and began to eat.

It did not kill the prey immediately—instead, its eyes gleamed with pleasure as it savored the victim’s screams and struggles, slowly tearing away skin, flesh, and bone, piece by piece, consuming it bit by bit.

The entire process was bloody and cruel.

Even the bloodthirsty wolfmen trembled, refusing to look, while the wolf pups buried their heads in their parents’ fur, shivering like quail.

The entire Graymane Wolfmen tribe clearly feared this beast.

After completing its meal with near-torturous cruelty,

the beast ignored the old wolf shaman and turned to leave.

It did not climb the cliff—it flew through the air without wings, its body coiling as it returned to the cave.

“Cliff Serpent Dragon?!”

Seeing the beast, Luo Si’s heart tightened.

The moment he laid eyes on it, warnings flooded his ancestral memory.

This beast was known as the Cliff Serpent Dragon.

Cliff Serpent Dragon, Sky Pool Serpent Dragon, Stone Tomb Serpent Dragon, Rock Mountain Serpent Dragon, Cold Forest Serpent Dragon—Serpent Dragons, a subclass of dragons.

Though wingless and possessing only one pair of claws, this Cliff Serpent Dragon was undeniably a dragon.

And among dragons,

in terms of evil and ferocity, even the infamous chromatic dragons looked up to serpent dragons.

Serpent dragons are primitive, savage creatures—though intelligent, their thinking is more bestial than even white dragons, and they are exceedingly cruel. They spare no means to inflict maximum pain and torment upon their enemies, not merely to kill them. They equally hate and despise all life, including their own kind.

Moreover, they eat dragons.

Their own kind are on the serpent dragon’s menu.

Indeed, they relish eating dragons, favoring dragon flesh, delighting in torturing and slaying their own kind—they are unambiguously the most vile of dragons.

Precisely because of this,

serpent dragons, despite possessing dragon blood and power, are widely rejected by other dragons.

Worse still, their claws and fangs carry potent poison, and their souls bear curses.

For example, a fire-affinity Cliff Serpent Dragon, if slain, will curse with its life—if the victim lacks sufficient curse resistance, they will suffer an infinite-duration reduction in fire resistance.

“Its body is about ten meters long—it’s likely a juvenile or adolescent serpent dragon.”

“Cliff Serpent Dragons rank low among serpent dragons; its life level is probably similar to mine. But serpent dragon curses are too troublesome—if I confront it, I’ll suffer more than I gain.”

Luo Si hovered in midair, carefully avoiding drawing the Cliff Serpent Dragon’s attention.

The Cliff Serpent Dragon slowly glided to the cave’s mouth, beginning to slide its head inside.

But just as its tail was about to vanish into the cave, it suddenly stopped.

Its forked tail flicked several times; the Cliff Serpent Dragon emerged again, sniffing the air repeatedly.

Since it regards dragons as food, serpent dragons are hyper-sensitive to dragon scent—the Cliff Serpent Dragon faintly detected another dragon’s odor, stirring its hunger, intensifying its appetite, and heightening its excitement.

(End of Chapter)