Chapter 236: Six-Armed Snake Woman, Iron King's Heart Stirred
Southern Atlant Continent, Lothorn Kingdom, Royal Court.
"Gorton, what has stimulated you again?"
Princess Elena, wearing a golden crown and a moon-white long dress, pushed the door open and saw the fat Iron Dragon rolling around and exercising, which was unusual for him.
"How can a noble Dragon rely on external objects? At the very least, I must be able to fly on my own."
Gordon recalled the Red Iron Dragon's physique and posture, which he admired and yearned for, then slowly rolled over again. His massive, heavy body pressed down on the ground, even causing magic runes to light up.
"You're quite cute being so chubby; there's no need to intentionally lose weight."
Princess Elena walked forward, patted the Iron Dragon's plump belly, and said.
In her eyes, a Dragon of normal build looked a bit fierce, but Iron Dragon Gordon's current appearance was just right, looking very harmless and adorable.
"Alright, alright."
Gordon felt the soreness in his body, and after hearing Elena's words, he deflated and lay directly on the ground.
"My mission is to please Elena and make her happy. She likes me the way I am now, so I must maintain it. Yes, I am carrying this burden for the sacred and glorious cause of the Dragon, not because I lack the determination to lose weight."
He thought to himself.
Elena skillfully leaned against the Iron Dragon, feeling the cool, metallic touch of the Iron Dragon's scales, and quietly began reading a magic book.
Gordon served as a chair, not disturbing the princess.
However, not long after, Iron Dragon Gordon noticed that the princess was distracted, subconsciously tearing a corner of the magic book.
"Elena, is something on your mind?"
The Iron Dragon sensed the princess's anxiety and asked considerately.
"The kingdom is in a period of turmoil. I want to do my part for Lothorn, but I'm being protected like a porcelain doll."
Elena extended her palm, and with just a soft whisper, scorching flames ignited.
"My people might think I am a weak princess, defenseless and in need of protection."
"But that's not actually the case. I have the blood of a great holy king flowing within me. I am a high-level spellcaster, proficient in the Evocation school, which represents destruction and devastation."
"The magic I construct and cast can instantly end small-scale conflicts and wars, allowing soldiers to shed less blood."
She extinguished the magical flames with a flick of her hand and murmured, "But what good is it? I'm still treated like a vase, like a golden canary cherished by my father, who can't bear for me to lose a single feather."
My naive princess.
When you go to the battlefield and see severed limbs everywhere, rivers of blood, and hear the cries of battle reaching the heavens and the wails of thousands, you will probably tremble all over, unable to concentrate, and unable to construct a single spell.
Gordon thought this to himself but said nothing, merely listening quietly.
He knew very well that Elena needed someone to listen to her right now.
And when Elena finished her confession and her mood improved, Gordon was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Elena, if you don't need to appear in person, but with your support, your kingdom's soldiers could shed less blood and strike at other enemy nations, would you be willing to pay the price for that?"
"Of course."
The princess said decisively, without any hesitation.
Immediately, she stared at the Iron Dragon and said, "Why do you ask that suddenly? Do you have a good solution?"
Recalling the Red Iron Dragon's instructions, Gordon gave a dry laugh: "Just a casual question."
The fat on his cheeks obscured the Iron Dragon's change in expression.
Elena didn't think much of it, simply floating up lightly with a magical fluctuation, then lying on the Iron Dragon's cool and broad back, looking up at the magic book again.
Borderlands, Northeast, Myriad Snake Marsh.
The sunlight that could illuminate Dragon Valley and fall upon Galos could not penetrate the dense miasma here and the thick forests rooted in the marshland.
Even on the outskirts, a dark, foul, and chilling scent assailed him, making one feel dangerously lethal.
Fortunately, Iron Dragon Sorog was not a frail human, so when his claws crushed a few dead branches and he landed on the outskirts of the swamp, he approached slowly with steady, composed steps.
"Dragon, halt! Ahead is the territory of the Poison Tail Tribe."
With a rustling sound, pairs of vertical, cold snake eyes lit up from the gloomy swamp.
The Naga guards gripped their swords tightly, and the Psion shaman's bone staff was wreathed in arcane energy, spells ready to be unleashed at any moment.
Hiss hiss hiss... Muffled hissing sounds echoed incessantly. In the standoff between the Naga and the Iron Dragon, the atmosphere suddenly grew tense.
Sorog was no longer what he used to be. He did not get angry at the Naga's presumptuousness. Instead, he stopped and remained still, saying calmly, "Notify your leader, the Iron King of the Molten Iron Tribe, has come to visit."
His voice was like forging iron, carrying the deep resonance characteristic of a Dragon.
"Please wait."
The leading Naga shaman's eyes flickered, and his bone staff gently tapped the ground.
In an instant, a translucent small snake burrowed into the swamp, swimming away at extreme speed towards the rear.
Soon after, this small snake returned and burrowed into the Naga shaman's ear.
"The leader says the Poison Tail Tribe welcomes the Dragon who comes with goodwill. Please follow me."
The Iron Dragon's expression was normal. Led by several guards, he walked alone into the Naga's main camp with steady, agile steps.
Inside the hollowed-out giant snake skull.
Seven Naga elders were coiled on stone-carved seats. There were both males and females among them, and the Naga leader seated on the main throne was a female with an extremely beautiful face and captivating, flirtatious eyes.
Her skin was delicate, as white as snow, almost glowing against the backdrop of the gloomy swamp.
Her lower body was exceptionally long, her snake tail exceeding ten meters in length, covered in fine, smooth, jade-like light green scales.
The most special thing was.
On her humanoid upper body, there were six arms. Her arms were long and slender, but the balanced stretching of her muscles revealed extraordinary strength.
Six-Armed Snake Woman — a high-grade variant among the Naga.
The origin of the Naga is widely debated, with two main theories being widely accepted: one, they are the evil offspring left behind when the Six-Armed Naga Demon from the Abyss invaded the material plane; and two, they are 'Land Naga' that gradually evolved after deep-sea Naga came ashore.
But no matter which one.
The number of arms signified their power and nobility.
If they were offspring of the Naga Demon, then six arms meant a reversion to the demonic bloodline. If they were Naga, six arms further represented being favored and blessed by a deity.
And the moment he saw the Six-Armed Snake Woman.
The Iron Dragon was slightly startled at first, then as his gaze swept over the Snake Woman's long tail, jade-like scales, flat and smooth abdomen, and humanoid, beautiful upper body… he felt an unnamed fire rising in his lower abdomen, and his body became slightly hot.
Sorog had little interest in Dragon females.
He preferred females that combined human and beast characteristics.
The Six-Armed Snake Woman before him, with her scales, tail, beautiful features, and powerful aura, greatly interested him.
Hoo— The Iron Dragon took a deep breath, suppressing his desires and making himself calm.
He had serious business to attend to here; he couldn't let desire ruin things.
Moreover, the Six-Armed Snake Woman before him was clearly the leader of the Poison Tail Tribe. Although her posture was lazy and casual, she instinctively made the Iron Dragon feel danger. He was most likely not her opponent.
"Dragon of Molten Iron, welcome to your arrival."
The Six-Armed Snake Woman, coiled on the main throne, spoke languidly: "I am Na Reisi — the current leader of the Poison Tail Tribe."
Three pairs of arms folded like overlapping petals across the Snake Woman's chest. She observed the Iron Dragon, saying with a half-smile, "The mud of the Poison Tail Tribe cannot accommodate a Dragon's wings fully spread. Please remember to restrain yourself."
These words were gentle yet sharp, and the Snake Woman's expression was composed.
However, beneath her composed and languid demeanor, the Psion Dragon sensed emotions of tension and vigilance. Clearly, the Six-Armed Snake Woman Na Reisi's true emotions were not as calm as she appeared.
"Very good. For negotiations, it's best when the target is a creature that understands awe. Brainless barbarians can only be spoken to with claws."
The Iron Dragon thought, then grinned.
Even surrounded by snakes, the Iron Dragon did not fearfully retract his wings.
On the contrary, he defiantly fully spread his pair of Dragon wings. The enormous and hard Dragon wings snapped two swamp trees in half, causing muddy water to splash as they fell into the swamp.
The atmosphere instantly became solidified and silent.
The Naga's pupils stared coldly at the Iron Dragon, seemingly ready to swarm him and tear him apart at any second.