Chapter 60: Golden Dragon Egg!

Whether because it was the final day of the mist's dissipation, a thin layer of fog now shrouded the Death Mountain Range today, causing visibility to plummet.

Fortunately, two consecutive days of flight had made Zhuiyue well-versed in the route, so this did not compromise safety or speed.

One hour later, the familiar scorched earth reappeared, and Gervas immediately ordered Zhuiyue to begin descending.

Perhaps the battle between the two giant dragons had been too terrifying; to this day, no signs of demonic beasts or wild beasts had appeared in this ruin.

This spared Gervas much trouble, allowing him to search in peace.

The ruin area spanned hundreds of mu; Gervas dared not delay a moment, immediately releasing perception magic and elemental anomalies.

Time ticked by second by second; this dragon egg search was not as smooth as the giant dragon's reverse scale, and after more than an hour of searching, nothing had been found.

"Where exactly is this Golden Dragon Egg? With my current perception, I can only scan twenty square meters at a time; to finish scanning the entire scorched earth area, I'd have to wait until tomorrow!"

For the first time, Gervas felt a sense of difficulty.

Just then, Gervas suddenly spotted a large pit dozens of meters away; that massive crater was clearly formed when a giant dragon was struck down and smashed into the ground.

The outline of the giant dragon could still be faintly discerned on the ground.

"Could it be inside there?"

Gervas's mind shifted; he reasoned that hiding a dragon egg underground would surely leave some traces.

And how to conceal those traces? That would require coordinating with other actions!

He immediately arrived at the edge of this pit, over ten meters deep, and then sensed carefully.

Upon sensing, Gervas shuddered all over, his eyes suddenly flashing with sharp light. "There's hope!"

As expected, he truly sensed that the magic and elemental fluctuations at the edge of this deep pit were stronger than in other areas.

This also meant the dragon egg had appeared.

Gervas fixed his gaze on the center of the deep pit and jumped straight into it.

Upon sensing, even stronger magic and elemental fluctuations emerged; it was that faint pressure of a giant dragon.

This pressure was at least dozens, even hundreds of times weaker than when he picked up the giant dragon's reverse scale yesterday.

For a higher-powered transcendent existence, even with careful sensing, they might not discover it.

On the contrary, only weaker existences could perceive such pressure fluctuations.

Gervas immediately began digging; in less than ten minutes, a flash of golden yellow suddenly burst forth.

Brushing away the floating soil around it, a golden egg, roughly the size of a winter melon from his past life, covered in profound runes and emitting a faint glow, lay right before his eyes.

"Is this the dragon egg?" Gervas brought his hand close to the dragon egg and immediately felt the warmth radiating from it.

And when his palm touched the dragon egg, the egg suddenly trembled.

"The young dragon already has consciousness?"

Gervas was both shocked and delighted.

Delighted because the original incubation of the dragon egg would have taken decades.

Yet this dragon egg had already produced a faint consciousness, meaning it would hatch in the near future.

This saved decades of time.

As for the shock, a dragon egg with consciousness meant that everything Gervas did now, it might remember later.

This would make taming the giant dragon very difficult in the future, with huge variables!

Of course, even so, it could not change Gervas's intention to take the dragon egg.

Gervas took out a dagger, sliced his finger, and then let fresh blood drip onto the dragon egg.

The blood splashed onto the eggshell and was immediately absorbed by the Golden Dragon Egg.

Doing this was not to sign a contract.

To sign a contract with a giant dragon, one must either be strong enough to force their submission, like the legendary Dragon Knights.

Or make the giant dragon willingly sign a contract, like the unicorn.

What Gervas did now was merely to let the giant dragon familiarize itself with his aura beforehand, so that after birth, it would not treat him as an enemy.

From the human knight novels, all featuring Dragon Knights and Dragon Slayers, it is clear that giant dragons are never kind-hearted.

So whether the contract succeeds or not, at least ensure it does not turn against him first.

"Golden Dragon, your mother has likely already perished, killed by an evil black dragon!"

"By coincidence, I found you; I cannot bear for you to be found and destroyed by the black dragon, so I will take you back to my castle. If you do not mind, shake three times!"

Gulu! Gulu! Gulu!

The dragon egg indeed shook three times!

Gervas was delighted; being able to communicate was good; at least it knew the goodwill he released!

"Very well, Golden Dragon, let us depart now and leave this dangerous area!"

Covering the Golden Dragon Egg with a sack in one motion, Gervas delayed no longer, mounted Zhuiyue, and headed straight out of the Death Mountain Range.

And when Gervas left, the mist in the Death Mountain Range had become even denser than when he arrived, and visibility plummeted again.

"I wonder when the mist will dissipate next; this Death Mountain Range is simply a treasure trove!"

After leaving the Death Mountain Range, Gervas turned his head to look at that mysterious and dangerous mountain range, feeling somewhat reluctant to part.

"Golden Dragon, we have now arrived at my castle! From now on, grow here in peace! I will guarantee your safety!"

In the underground secret chamber of the castle, this was a secret room known only to Gervas and butler Old John.

Placing the dragon egg in a wooden box padded with goose down, Gervas communicated with the golden egg once more.

Gulu!

The golden egg trembled again, clearly expressing approval.

Gervas did not delay; he put away the luminous pearl and exited the secret chamber.

With the secret chamber locked, Gervas hurried toward the town; the other good items mentioned in today's intelligence had all been taken, and now it was time to seriously prepare for the arrival of the Scorpion Bandit Gang.

……

"My lord, look over there!"

Against the setting sun, the sky turned blood-red.

At that moment, a group of shadowy figures appeared at the far end of the horizon outside Wheatfield Village.

"It is indeed the bandit gang; sound the alarm bell!"

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The old bronze bell on the watchtower was struck.

Under the sharp, urgent tolling, every serf in the entire town shuddered, their breathing becoming even more rapid.

Even the children who had been playing and frolicking moments before sensed a hint of danger beneath the urgent bell tolls and, weeping, ran into their mothers' arms.

"Don't be afraid! Don't be afraid, we have my lord; my lord will surely drive away the bandits!"

……

"Boss, we've arrived; Wheatfield Town is right ahead!"

"What's going on? Did these guys receive word early?"

Arriving with his forces outside Wheatfield Town, the Scorpion Boss looked at the tightly shut gates and the wooden walls lined with guards, his brows furrowing.

"Boss, our target this time, the Wild Dogs, only learned of it after entering Storm Domain; according to logic, it should be impossible for the information to leak!" Scorpion Second-in-Command Sike explained to the Boss!

"Never mind; knowing those brothers are ours from the Scorpion Brotherhood, they still dared to send them to Iron Wolf City. This is an affront to us, the Scorpion Bandit Gang; today we must give them a sufficient lesson!"

"Give the order: tell the Wild Dogs to get ready. Once we breach Wheatfield Town, four-tenths of the women and supplies inside will be theirs!"

"Yes, Boss!"

"Wild Dogs" is what the Scorpion Bandits call the other refugees who follow along to "pick up scraps."

Every time the Scorpion Bandits plan a big score, they release news in advance, and then some refugees wanting to share in the spoils will follow.

During the raid, the Wild Dogs do the hardest, most tiring, and most dangerous work, yet when it comes to dividing the loot, they receive only three to four tenths.

Nevertheless, even with this, the refugees flock to them eagerly.

After all, without the Scorpion Bandit Gang, how could they possibly attack a domain guarded by a lord and knights?

Sure enough, after receiving the news, the Wild Dogs, disheveled and indistinguishable from beggars, were already eager to act.