King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 342 - 342 337 Non-existent Merchant

Chapter 342: Chapter 337: Non-existent Merchant Chapter 342: Chapter 337: Non-existent Merchant Muria declined the joint invitation from the city’s ruler and the Soul Intent level experts who came to help, riding on Auston, he left the city and continued towards the direction of the Vimier Elf Kingdom.

Because he controlled the semi-plane, Muria kept all the Five Colored Dragons inside, releasing one to transport him. Big cat Troy also wandered off to sleep inside, after all, long-term flying in the air not only wasted physical strength but was also extremely boring.

It’s worth mentioning, the elderly Red Dragon Muria subdued in Ionia, Red Wing Otlis, asked Muria to stay in Zaiychek, to assist Red Dragon Renata, to serve as the symbol of her power and help her rule over the monster clans under Bronia’s command.

Muria nodded in agreement, although he gave Renata three Elder-level Elemental Hearts of fire to allow the young female dragon to progress to the Soul Intent level more quickly and garner more authority, it would take time.

Otlis could help her through this period and with the assistance of this elderly Red Dragon, Renata could have more control over those monster clans.

After all, Renata’s powers were too weak, Bronia had too many monsters more powerful than her, and when they refused to obey Renata’s commands, they couldn’t all go to Bronia, that would obviously seem too powerless.

Of course, Otlis, who grew into a wild 600-year-old Red Dragon, Muria certainly could not easily trust it to stay and help Renata.

Under his command, this old dragon would behave, but under Renata, it was uncertain. Not having some sinister ideas would be a discredit to its Red Wing title.

So, to better constrain this old dragon, Muria forcefully stripped part of its spirit, made a command charm capable of controlling its life and death, and gave it to Renata. For this old dragon, Muria wouldn’t be so polite. Just don’t kill it would be enough.

…On the way to the Elf Kingdom, when encountering a human city, Muria would also go walking in human form. If any of the Five Colored Dragons wanted to follow, they could, but they had to reduce their aura and transform into a human form.

A Five Colored Dragon appearing in a human city would only cause panic and confusion, then attract human powerhouses and armies to suppress it. The image of the Five Colored Dragons in the mind of humans had long been equated to Evil Dragons, they were the symbols of slaughter, death, and destruction.

“Human cities are really lively.” Kneeling on Muria’s shoulder in the form of a human teenager, Troy, who had transformed into a white cat, curiously looked around the bustling street.

This white tiger with a body length of more than thirty meters, only willing to reduce his body size rather than change into a human form, seemed to reject the transformation spell. If it didn’t want to, Muria naturally wouldn’t insist.

Behind Muria, there were ten teenagers who seemed a couple of years older and a burly red-haired young man in red armor. This was Auston transformed into a red dragon. He was an adolescent dragon on the verge of juvenilehood.

Because of Muria’s guidance, and because of eating the flesh and blood of a Legendary sea beast, all the dragons he raised had grown excessively, much larger in size than other dragons of their age group.

This excessive growth was all reflected in their transformed human appearance. Auston’s transformation into a human was like a valiant red-haired young man, and the red armor on him was transformed from his dragon scales.

Muria, in the form of “human”, was strolling in a reasonably developed human city. Wherever they went, people bowed their heads and moved out of the way, treating Muria and his group as if they were ferocious beasts.

At first, Muria was a little surprised, but looking at his clothing and the curious bunch behind him who looked around everywhere, he immediately understood what was going on?

Because they seemed to be considered as aristocratic children who snuck out without seeing the world, they got such treatment.

Apart from the armor on Auston, which he transformed from his dragon scales, and the large leather coat of the big cat. Including Muria, the young dragons behind them were all wearing clothes specially woven by the female Cloud Giant.

These clothes could adjust their size automatically according to the body shape of the wearer, and had some other features which Muria and the dragons behind him didn’t need at all. For example, the ability to defend against low-level elemental attacks.

Of course, this was not the key point, the key point was the style of clothes Muria and these young dragons were wearing. Cloud Giants were a giant race with a highly developed civilization. They liked to wear jewelry and gorgeously styled clothes.

Therefore, the clothes made by female Cloud Giants had a distinct characteristic of Cloud Giants. The robes were brightly colored and intricately embroidered with cloud patterns, showing the superb clothing skills of the Cloud Giants.

Such style of clothing, coupled with the near-perfect faces these non-human beings had after transforming into humans, it was not surprising that these humans mistook them for nobles.

Nobles, born superior to ordinary humans, exceeded ordinary humans in terms of physical, appearance, talent, intelligence, and even lifespan.

This is a common sense that all ordinary humans know. Nobles, even if they do nothing, are stronger than ordinary people of their age.

Because their ancestors possessed extraordinary powers, they optimized their human bloodlines. Therefore, their offspring also had more perfect human bloodlines. This is another thing to be said for sorcerer families with monster bloodlines.

“What’s that?” Enjoying the treatment that only human nobles would have, Muria took a group of non-human beings to a square when he discovered a very eye-catching figure.

“Come one, come all, look at the full range of goods in the world I have here.” A small green-skinned goblin shouted loudly in the middle of the square, under a huge statue of a knight. It was extremely eye-catching and out of place with its surroundings.

This very exquisite statue of the knight, without exception, was a forefather or something of the city lord. But in such a solemn location, where respect should be maintained, a goblin with a shady demeanor set up a stall and shouted loudly, and not a single soldier came to drive it away. It seemed quite strange.

Muria watched for a while and noticed more strange things. This goblin yelled out in a standard common language, but no one passing by paid any attention to it as if it didn’t exist. Or in their eyes, this goblin simply didn’t exist.

In the whole city, it seemed that only he had seen this goblin shouting. The young dragons around him, including the big cat lying on his shoulder, hadn’t noticed this goblin.