Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 210 - 172 You’re Betraying_1

Chapter 210: Chapter 172 You’re Betraying_1

Before the dragon’s head was dug out, he had to endure the torment of hunger, forced to eat the soil and rocks at his mouth.

What chilled him even more was that there would occasionally be a foolish priest who would come to cast healing magic on him.

The healing magic she cast had strange side effects that nearly drove him mad.

Yet the giant dragon’s tenacious life force, even under such inhuman torture, kept him from dying.

What truly ruled over Roderick was the great fear of death.

No, there is something more terrifying than death, and that is the process of waiting for death.

Every time this Half-Elf named Gaven appeared, Roderick would become terrified, fearing that if the other party was displeased, he would be sent into the cycle of death, then all would be for naught.

The current situation, although unbearable and painful, at least meant he was still alive.

As long as he was alive, there was a chance.

"Did you do this?" Lord Virginia asked incredulously.

This is a giant dragon, even a teenage giant dragon is still a powerful being that could stir up trouble in the Spring Bud Forest with the advantage of flight.

How did Gaven and his group manage to do this? With a Young Red Copper Dragon and a bunch of Gnolls who would kneel at the sight of a giant dragon?

"Indeed, it was our doing!" Gaven admitted with an undeniably proud expression and vividly described the entire process of burying Roderick.

"Do you realize how dangerous your previous actions were? A single misstep, and not only Aivensa could lose her life, but your Gnoll Tribe would also be doomed," said Lord Virginia. In her impression, Gaven was a very rational person—how could he do something so crazy, so risky?

"I know!" Gaven spread his hands helplessly, "At that time, we had our backs against the wall. The Gnolls are naturally at a disadvantage against giant dragons, and with two giant dragons fighting here to the death, we could only take a gamble. If we lost, everything would be over; if we won, the world would be ours."

"What exactly do you want me to do?" Lord Virginia gathered her thoughts and asked. But from this incident, she saw Gaven in a new light—he still had a gambler’s spirit deep within, especially when he was pushed into a corner.

"Help me transfer him to the Dragon Oak Dragon Nest. I have a way to make him our fighting force," Gaven said, planning to use the method he had used against Shanoba on the teenage Red Dragon.

Imprint his soul totem forcibly onto the Dragon Oak Mother Tree and then control him with soul pressure.

Having tasted the advantage of aerial combat through the Young Dragon Aivensa, he naturally wanted to further amplify this advantage.

Once successful, this control would be absolute.

Even better than Aivensa’s.

After all, Gaven didn’t need to consider the long term for this Red Dragon, only to maximize his potential as much as possible.

"Your control method isn’t the Dragon Oak Mother Tree, is it?" Lord Virginia couldn’t help but remember the Dragonborn Shanoba, who had been like a puppet in front of Gaven the last time.

Back then, she was still immersed in the shock of having her memories tampered with. Even though she noticed something unusual, she didn’t have the mindset to inquire further.

"That’s right." Gaven admitted openly, "It is indeed related to the Dragon Oak Mother Tree and the Dragon Oak Dream Realm."

"How certain are you?" Lord Virginia raised an eyebrow, "Just because it worked on that Dragonborn doesn’t mean it will work on this one. After all, this is a giant dragon. Think it through; if it fails, what will you do to make up for it?"

Gaven, grinning at the teenage Red Dragon who was eavesdropping, said, "If it fails, I’ll just slaughter him."

The teenage Red Dragon was completely stunned by the smile and blurted out repeatedly, "Whatever you’re going to do, it must succeed! Definitely succeed! Absolutely succeed!"

"Since you’ve made up your mind, then let’s go."

Lord Virginia held on to Gaven with one hand and pressed the other on the thigh of the teenage Red Dragon, ready to activate the Teleportation Spell to return directly to the Dragon Oak Dragon Nest.

"Wait a moment, let me take care of some things here first." Gaven hurriedly called out a stop. If they left, it would certainly cause quite a disturbance here.

Having already delayed for quite some time here, Mayor Susie rushed over after hearing the news and promptly paid respects.

Gaven waved his hand, signaling that no formalities were needed: "Mayor Susie, you’ve been running back and forth, working hard recently."

"With the Dragon Wings, it’s much more convenient, less than an hour to and fro," Susie said, patting the Dragon Wings behind her.

"Starting today, you won’t have to go through all the trouble. We’re taking this Red Dragon with us. You lead your people to pack up everything here and abandon this base," Gaven ordered.

"At your command," Susie responded respectfully.

This base was established to protect the teenage Red Dragon and facilitate blood collection for medicine making.

Once the teen Red Dragon, who was the core, was gone, there would naturally no longer be a reason for its existence.

After arranging the matters of the temporary base, Gaven let Lord Virginia activate the Teleportation Spell, and they appeared directly in the Dragon Oak Dragon Nest.

As they hadn’t given any advance notice, it inevitably caused another stir.

And that was it—there wasn’t a single kneeling Gnoll.

Gaven’s plan had worked.

Externally, there was the daily companionship of Aivensa, internally, the influence of the remaining Dragon Might from the ancient giant dragons.

Even the Gnolls who didn’t take the Dragon Blood Potion had built up some resistance to the Dragon Might, at least no longer fearing it when it was unconsciously emitted.

It was an entirely different story when facing the Supernatural Ability and fierce demeanor of a mature giant dragon.

The teenage Red Dragon’s current appearance was also quite miserable, with his wings suffering massive fractures, drooping to the ground, unable to even lift them, both dragon legs twisted out of shape, issues with the dragon’s spine as well, and even raising his head seemed problematic.

After being oppressed for so long, suddenly regaining normality made him somewhat unaccustomed, as he panted, gradually adjusting his lung capacity.

Long-term bloodletting, combined with a lack of food, had made him lose a significant amount of weight, creating an almost skin-and-bones sensation.

"Either leave your soul totem on this or I’ll just kill you, choose for yourself!" Gaven directly pressed the phantom of the Dragon Oak Mother Tree onto the young Red Dragon’s dragon soul, overwhelmingly.

He even spared the use of a dragon blood potion.

The Red Dragon Blood Potion, being produced from other’s fresh blood, definitely had no effect on him.

Roderick didn’t think twice and thrust his dragon soul against it, leaving a deep soul totem.

The dignity and pride of a giant dragon are worthless in the face of life and death.

Only by surviving can one consider anything else.

At least for Roderick, at this moment, there was only one thing that was most important—life and death.

To live, Roderick chose to give up everything.

When Gaven felt Roderick’s clear soul totem on the Dragon Oak Mother Tree, he breathed a sigh of relief.

What he feared the most was that this proud Red Dragon would rather die than submit, in which case all he could do was to slaughter him and extract the remaining value from the dragon corpse, which would have been a bit of a waste.

Now, he had gained another new trump card.

With a thought from Gaven, a massive amount of elemental magic gathered around the young Red Dragon.

He distinctly felt the Dragon Oak Mother Tree’s semi-conscious resistance and displeasure; obviously, Roderick’s lineage did not resonate well with the tree’s primal forces, and even with its consciousness faded, it was reluctant to infuse its power into the offspring of Red Dragons.

But Gaven’s will was stronger, forcing only a portion of power to convene, a far cry from the Young Red Copper Dragon who actively surged in, aiding in opening her inner vision for bodily enhancement.

Ao!

The influx of magical elements caused the young Red Dragon to howl up to the sky as his broken bones creaked and shifted back into place, regenerating.

The astonishing resilience of a dragon’s life force was truly admirable.

"What’s happening? What’s happening? Why do I hear that nasty bug Roderick’s voice? Is it just my hallucination? No, I truly sense that vile guy’s presence!"

Inside the Dragon Oak Dragon Nest, Aivensa, a young dragon wandering around, rushed to the source of the noise, like a fire was lit under her tail.

No, that can’t be right!

That guy was still being suppressed under the mountain, just like Mr. Gaven once told a story about the Monkey King. She had just seen him in the morning; he couldn’t possibly have escaped.

Even if he had, he couldn’t have found the Dragon Oak Dragon Nest... after all, he didn’t know...(⊙o⊙)... she seemed to have boasted about the Dragon Oak Dragon Nest to him.

If he really had escaped, it was indeed possible that he could find his way here.

But he had been seriously injured; he should...

It really was Roderick!!!

And there were Gaven and Lord Virginia!

Gaven was still channeling the power of the Dragon Oak Dragon Nest to treat that despicable reptile.

Aivensa felt as if her tender heart had been cruelly stabbed by the person she trusted and loved the most.

Enraged, she shouted, "Gaven, what are you doing? Why did you let Roderick out? Push him back, push him back! Otherwise, once he recovers, he will burn everything to the ground!"

Hearing the Young Red Copper Dragon’s roar, Gaven cursed inwardly, realizing he had forgotten this little ancestor—forgetting to prepare her psychologically in advance.

"Miss Aivensa, please calm down, let me explain." Gaven said while still directing the power of the Dragon Oak Dragon Nest to the young dragon, "There’s a powerful Jackalwere fighting force called the Black Reaper gathering strength to launch an attack on us. We need Roderick’s strength. Rest assured, I’ve found a way to control him; he won’t be able to break free from my grasp."

"I won’t listen, I won’t listen, I’m not listening, you already have me, why do you need other dragons? This is betrayal, the most venomous betrayal. I trusted you so much, considered you my favorite person, but as of today, you are no longer my favorite person..." Aivensa clamored loudly.

When a woman is angry, she won’t be reasonable at all, even if she’s a dragon.

If you only heard the voice without seeing the form, an uninformed person might think it was a girl squabbling with the boy she loved.

"He gets no commission! He is going to work for us for free! We won’t build him a dragon nest! All the treasure he loots in the future will belong to us! He will have to follow your leadership and orders!" Gaven hastily highlighted the key points; otherwise, the skies were about to fall.

Aivensa, who was already gearing up for a tantrum, deflated a little with each sentence she heard.

At the last statement, all her anger vanished, and her eyes sparkled with excitement.

"You said, from now on he will follow my leadership and orders?" The Young Red Copper Dragon double-checked.

"Certainly, your position in our Dragon Oak Territory is unshakable. No matter how many giant dragons join our territory in the future, even if they are the mighty ancient dragons begging to join, you, Aivensa, will still be the symbol of our territory, our paramount dragon. Just hold on one moment, I’ve already designed our territory’s flag," Gaven said, employing the second strategy to distract Aivensa.

"Territory flag? What’s a territory flag?" Aivensa, whose curiosity was piqued, predictably shifted her attention from the young Red Dragon.

"A territory flag is a symbol of a territory, a mark. Those caravans, especially the organized ones, all have their own emblems. They hang flags on their carriages so that from a distance, people can recognize their identity. As a territory, we naturally need something that belongs to us." While explaining, Gaven took out a piece of parchment from the Howard Convenient Bag, on which there was a rough sketch.

This wasn’t specifically prepared for Aivensa, but rather for the territory.

Such an inevitable thing had been in his thoughts for some time now; it just so happened that he took it out ahead of schedule.