Sel Wilderness, the Black Rock Duchy’s chromium-iron ore base.

The dwarf mage Groni was fiddling with several Dragon Scales of different colors in the Alchemy Workshop, a satisfied smile flashing in his single eye.

Over twenty years ago.

He was in charge of the manipulation and maintenance of Alchemy Golems at the Black Oil Field base of the Black Rock Duchy. During an experiment attempting to track a Mixed-blood Dragon, he was blinded by an explosion.

However, he did not let this setback defeat him.

Afterwards, he realized the importance of being meticulous and cautious, never allowing negligence.

Reflecting upon his experiences, his once inherently gruff dwarf personality was barely visible.

For this reason, his skills in alchemy had instead reached a new level.

He was then reassigned to this chromium-iron ore post as the Warlock Master, with other alchemists under his command, overseeing the repair, improvement, and operation of various weapons and armor, Alchemy Golems, and heavy defense equipment.

"Truly exceptional creatures, the Creator really shows favoritism."

After studying the Dragon Scale structure for a long time, the dwarf mage took a break, sighing with admiration.

The armor that mimics Dragon Scale patterns shows significantly better defensive effects than other armor. If he could comprehend the intricate wonders of Dragon Scale structure further, crafting Dragon Scale Armor would undoubtedly enhance its defense exponentially.

"However."

"The microscopic structure of the Mixed-blood Dragon scales back then was completely different from these; more complex and unique."

Thinking of this.

The dwarf mage’s smile suddenly faded, and he raised his hand to touch the black eyepatch over his blind eye, as the excruciating pain seemed vividly unforgettable.

It was because of this vengeance for his blind eye.

He held a grudge against the Red Iron Dragon. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

Unfortunately, he later never tracked down the Red Iron Dragon’s whereabouts. When he heard of its appearance, it had already raided a base in Raymond Duchy, displaying formidable strength and earning nicknames such as Death Omen Star and Sky-Splitting Wings.

Gradually.

Unable to do anything about the Red Iron Dragon, without even knowing where it was, he had no way to take revenge.

The dwarf mage slowly buried the hatred in his heart, transferring it onto other Dragons.

Not long ago, when their sentries discovered a Dragon Group flying over the airspace, all of them young dragons, he immediately issued a command to track and ambush, and thanks to this decisive action, he successfully captured three Dragons at once.

Once the reinforcements arrived to transport these Dragons away, he would claim the greatest credit.

Such an achievement would elevate his position again.

Even with just one eye, the dwarf mage could already see a bright future ahead.

"But before that, let me collect some interest first."

A trace of resentment flashed through the dwarf mage’s eyes before he left the Alchemy Workshop and went to the heavily guarded rear of the camp.

Blue, Green, Black........ Within the steel cages strengthened with alchemy, the three Dragons were bound by chains inscribed with runes, piercing through their ribs and wings, tightly restraining them.

"How are you feeling, little Dragons?"

The dwarf mage said with a cheerful smile.

"Worm, when I break free, I’ll tear your flesh apart piece by piece, so that you die in endless pain."

Under a hoarse growl, the female Black Young Dragon glared with a sinister and dangerous look.

"Oh? What a terrifying threat."

The dwarf mage stepped forward, having the Guard pull the chains, causing the Black Dragon to be dragged tightly against the cage amidst the pain of chains grinding flesh and bone. The runes on the chains all lit up, with the effect of the Immovable Body Technique, making the severely injured and weakened Black Dragon unable to move.

"Then let’s start with you."

The dwarf mage took out a sharp knife, carving out the Black Dragon’s scales with flesh one piece at a time.

Throughout the process, the Black Dragon said not a word, only staring intently at the dwarf mage, as if etching his appearance firmly into its mind. Although young, it already exhibited the Black Dragon’s inherent malice and vengeful nature.

"Anyone else feel like shouting?"

After collecting a bucket of Dragon Scales and flesh, he looked towards the other Dragons.

"Dwarf, let us go, and we promise not to take revenge. Instead, you’ll gain the friendship of the Dragon Race."

The male Green Young Dragon said softly, "Friendship or hatred, it’s an easy choice, isn’t it?"

The Green Dragon, generally regarded as the most intelligent of the Five-Colored Dragons, has a penchant for scheming and is adept at deceitful negotiations.

Unfortunately, the dwarf mage was also well aware of this.

"Compared to deceit, I prefer threats and curses."

The dwarf mage ignored the Green Dragon’s various ploys, continuing to carve out the Green Dragon’s scales and flesh.

He then moved to the Blue Dragon.

The Blue Dragon was the largest in size, and the chains binding it were the thickest, with the densest runes.

Unlike the Black Dragon and Green Dragon’s choices of threats and negotiations.

It simply lay quietly on the ground, body relaxed, showing no sign of attack or defense, as if it had accepted the reality.

"Little one, do you have anything to say?"

The dwarf mage asked.

He savored the feeling of humiliating these top magical creatures.

The Blue Dragon opened its eyes, glanced at him, then lay back down on the ground without a word.

"Could it be that there’s also a saying among your Dragon Race that the biting dragons don’t bark?"

The dwarf mage laughed heartily, carving out the Blue Dragon’s scales and flesh piece by piece.

These were treasures, and he intended to keep some.

"Vile creature, you will pay for this."

The Black Dragon weakly raised its head and said.

The dwarf mage looked at it with pity and said, "What price? You think you have a chance to survive? A dragon whelp like you truly doesn’t know its limits. Once you’re transported to the south, you’ll understand what real—"