Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 776 - 527 Worth Ten Million_1

Chapter 776: Chapter 527 Worth Ten Million_1

Adulthood, old age, and extreme old age are merely terms that describe the age states of a giant dragon.

But at the levels of ancient, ancient ancients and the oldest of the olds, the terms are no longer simply about a giant dragon’s age, but are directly related to the passage of time, just as their literal meanings suggest.

No ancient dragon could be younger than eight hundred years old; ancient giant dragons start at a thousand years; ancient ancient dragons are at least twelve hundred years old and have been formidable presences that have dominated the continent for even longer.

If a mere mortal were to live for twelve hundred years, they too would become exceptional, let alone a highly intelligent giant dragon that grows continually with time.

Even without the power to destroy heaven and earth, such beings can’t be measured by ordinary standards, having thirty-plus Life Dice or even a great number of Professional Levels is not rare for them.

This depends on the fame and fortune they possess.

One thing is sure, the greater the fame of the dragon, the more exceptional its strength often is.

Flying Flame is not among the most famous of the ancient red dragons, not to mention The Deific Dragon Chathsar or even Klaus, known as the Roaring Old Dragon in the Northern Lands; but she is certainly no nameless entity, mainly because she hasn’t been seen for a century.

There are legends that she has died and others that she has left Felen for other Material Planes or Inner Planes to wreak havoc.

But Gaven knew that this ancient red dragon was neither dead nor had she left Felen, but was instead slumbering in one of her lairs. She would be awakened in 1373 by the Dragon Cult’s high priest and witch, Samaster, who incited a dragon frenzy. Succumbing to the frenzy, she would rampage all the way to Steam Lake, burning and killing her way through the City of Selmer and Minta City with her dragon breath, incinerating most of the two cities and killing more than half their residents before vanishing without a trace again.

As long as he was careful not to wake her, there was no need for him to stop planting beans just because he heard a rabbit cry out.

If that were the case, there would be no need for him to develop further; most parts of Felen are home to similarly powerful beings.

Gaven’s indifferent reaction made Mayor Jin Bao feel somewhat embarrassed. He laughed and said, "I was overthinking it. Lord Baron, since you are able to gather gnolls on a large scale as servants, you must have long been aware of this. Those ancient red dragons often sleep for several centuries—who knows when they’ll awaken next. With this region of the Giant Plains being dominated by monsters, it’s rare to encounter a relatively normal neighbor, and I would hate to see your city destroyed in an instant."

"Gnomes, a damned bunch of gnomes."

"All gnomes are damned liars. The only good gnome is a dead gnome; kill them."

"How dare a bunch of gnomes come to our city?"

"We should warn the King of the Gnolls that all gnomes are liars, not to be deceived by their smooth talk."

Seeing the Gnome Caravan, the gnolls’ reaction was somewhat violent. A fierce light that could not be concealed shone in their eyes. Many crowded around involuntarily, and some even unslung their slings, ready for battle. If not for Gaven and Shanoba standing shoulder to shoulder with them, an attack might have already been launched.

Gaven looked at Mayor Jin Bao with some surprise and asked, "Has your Querose Village ever provoked the gnolls of the Troll Mountains?"

The Gnome Village Chief had an unmistakable helplessness on his face. "The hatred between gnolls and gnomes isn’t based on worldly matters but stems from our racial True Gods. Our racial god, the Vigilant Protector Garl Glittergold, once collapsed the primeval cave of the gnolls’ racial god Kulturmak as a joke. Since then, all gnolls naturally harbor an innate hatred and distrust of gnomes. With our territories often overlapping, conflicts are more likely to happen. I assure you that since its establishment, our Querose Village has never had any conflicts with anyone, including the gnolls of the Troll Mountains."

"I see," Gaven said, nodding in understanding. "As long as there are no direct conflicts between you, it’s manageable. City Lord Shanoba, you know what to do next, right? You don’t need me to tell you," he added.

The Black Dragoness lifted her head, "No need, because from the moment they joined Statue City, they no longer needed their racial gods. They have but one faith, and that is the Dragon Oak Territory, that is, the Lord."

"Not me, the Dragon Oak Mother Tree," Gaven corrected. To reshape a race, it’s not just about the physical but also about the spiritual and faith. It was decided from the start to shape the Dragon Oak Mother Tree into the new faith for the gnolls of his territory. The Dragon Oak Mother Tree had already shown potential in this area, as she could bear Soul Totems. With the opening of the Dragon Oak Dream Realm, she could directly accommodate souls.

The experiments had proven that those gnolls who left their Soul Totems on the Dragon Oak Mother Tree no longer went to their racial god’s God Kingdom after death, but to the Dragon Oak Mother Tree, to the Dragon Oak Dream Realm, appearing there as dream realm spiritual bodies.

Now, with the Dragon Oak Mother Tree upgrading, Gaven couldn’t guide her power. Otherwise, she would have intervened earlier, taking the opportunity to collect a wave of gnoll Soul Totems.

This matter could be remedied later, so there was no need to worry too much about missing out.

Looking at the reaction of the gnolls from the Dragon Oak Territory, one could tell they were merely watchful of the gnomes and didn’t show the deep-seated hatred that comes from within.