Chapter 1732 - Internal Strife among the Dragon race (3)

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

“We have been waiting, waiting for our king’s return…” The red dragon wept as he spoke. For more than a thousand years, countless dragons had died in battle and they had been chased all these while. Every time they wanted to escape to the North, they would be obstructed by the undead. They had fewer and fewer companions by their side. Now only the two of them were left. They had been worried about what would happen to His Little Highness if they were to die.

Qian Yuan looked up with bloodshot eyes and his lips trembled.

“My king… my king is dead…”

Finally, he revealed the most difficult truth.

The two red dragons’ faces were ashen and the last trace of hope in their eyes was extinguished.

“My king is dead… how is that possible? He’s so powerful… who can kill him?” Long Huang was the strongest eight-winged golden dragon in their minds. If Long Huang were still alive, it would be hard for Long Yan to defeat them even if he teamed up with the undead.

However, their king had died…

He had died in the Brilliance Continent.

He would never be able to return to his hometown and see his child that had been born.

“My king is dead… what should we do?” The red dragon was in despair. With the death of the Dragon Emperor, wouldn’t they lose their last hope?

“We are going to the North. There are still many dragons fighting there. Even though our king and queen are dead, His Little Highness is still here. There is still hope for our tribe. There will be many comrades in the north to help us deal with Long Yan and the undead.” Qian Yuan wiped his tears. They still had the child of Long Huang and Long Miao. Their little prince would grow up one day and avenge his parents.

Everyone’s gaze focused on that timid little guy, and their abnormally passionate gaze made the scared little golden dragon tremble. He tried hard to curl up behind the red dragon, not understanding what they were talking about.

“Why hasn’t His Little Highness grown up yet? According to the normal growth cycle of dragons, he should have already reached adulthood.” Qian Yuan asked as he looked at the little golden dragon.

The red dragon said, “We don’t know. His Little Highness grew up very slowly after we took him away. He had been in the form of a young dragon since the beginning. He essentially never grew again. Although we were confused, we were on the run all the way and had no time to find out the reason.”

More than a thousand years had passed. By right, the little golden dragon should be an adult dragon, but time for him seemed to have stopped, and he seemed to have stopped growing.

Young dragons were very fragile, and they practically had no ability to protect themselves. The higher the rank of the dragon, the weaker they would be when they were young. With the little golden dragon’s current state, even ordinary

undead could kill him.

“If Long Shi is still alive, he should be in the North. He should know the reason. The most important thing for us right now is to get to the North as soon as possible,” said Qian Yuan.

“We’ll set off after I expel the death aura from their bodies.” Shen Yanxiao was well aware that the current situation was dangerous. Even though they had killed the bone dragon and captured those undeads, Long Yan’s subordinates would certainly notice something amiss if they lost contact for too long. At that time, it would not be easy to escape if they were to encounter more pursuers.

“Xiaoxiao, do you really have a way to expel the death aura?” Qian Yuan looked at Shen Yanxiao with hesitation. As far as he knew, the only thing that could deal with death aura in the world was the divine power of the God race. When they were attacked by the merfolks, he noticed that they were covered by a layer of divine power. Could it be that Shen Yanxiao was the culprit?.