Reincarnated as a Red Dragon, Discipline Makes Me Stronger!

Chapter 85: News of the Snow Lotus!

Max’s noticed the slight change in Osse’s expression.

He immediately turned to ask Osse.

“Do you know something?”

Osse snorted coldly.

“All I know is that the object you’re seeking is related to the mysterious beings living within the mountains. I know nothing else beyond that.”

Max frowned.

“Have I angered you somehow?”

Osse turned his face to the side.

“Interesting, very interesting.”

Max laughed coldly. The lightning in his mouth suddenly bloomed and instantly killed the old village chief in front of him.

There was nothing left of the chief!

All that was left was a burnt piece of land.

Not a single scrap of the village chief’s clothes remained.

“Those who dare to be impudent against me shall suffer my wrath.”

Max glared coldly at Osse.

“I will spare your life for now. From this moment onwards, you are the chief of this village. Should I ever find out that you’re hiding something from me, I will slaughter every single one of the villagers within this village.”

Osse frowned.

As a member of the Kakadores family, they had been instilled with the idea of slaying dragons since they were young.

He was certain that Max was not yet an adult.

From his rough estimates, Max could not be older than 10 years old.

‘This is clearly a Dragon Hatchling.’

‘But how can a mere Dragon Hatchling possibly cast such a powerful spell?’

One had to know that back when Osse was young, he had followed his family out for training and had hunted down many young dragons. However, none of the dragons he encountered were as powerful as Max.

It was no exaggeration to say that Max was as powerful as an ordinary Adult Dragon.

Had Osse possessed his weapon in his hand, he would have already launched himself at Max.

At this distance, Osse was confident that he could stab Max’s heart before Max could even react.

Naturally, ordinary words were useless against Marx’s hard dragon scales.

However, In the Kakadores family, there was a huge sword that was made completely out of dragon bones. Osse was certain that the sword would pierce Max’s defenses and instantly kill him once it had struck Max’s heart.

However, it was a pity that Osse had not kept this sword with him at all times.

After all it was a treasure passed down in the Kakadores family. Even his own cousin, one of the Three Heroes, was not qualified to take it away.

Osse was born with a sense of disgust towards dragons.

Osse was unfazed by the village chief’s death.

He shrugged and said indifferently to Max.

“Indeed, I did not lie to you, but I do hate you, dragon.”

“Because of your appearance, our desolate Bohr Village will plunge into a sea of blood.”

Max frowned.

‘This man is propping himself up.’

‘Where does his confidence come from? Were all passersby this arrogant these days?’

Although Max wanted nothing more than to kill the man before him, he still managed to suppress the violent urges within him.

‘Mia’s health takes precedence. He’s my only lead at the moment, I can’t afford to lose him right now.’

Searching for a month or 2 was perfectly fine for Max. However, he could not afford to spend years on this search effort.

“Tell me the location of the mysterious creatures you just mentioned.”

Mar looked at the trembling villagers who were carrying out food and water and said to Osse.

“All I know is that it would appear around one of the Seven Peaks of Moldos on the night of a full moon.”

Max narrowed his eyes and subconsciously looked at the sky.

‘It’s a full moon!’

‘It’s today!’

Max swallowed the food and water in a single gulp. Following this, he then shot into the distance.

“Human, should I discover that you are lying, I will make sure to raze this village to the ground!”

As Max’s figure faded into the distance, a crafty look flashed in Max’s eyes.

Naturally, he knew what that mysterious creature was.

Since ancient times, there had been several rumors of snow monsters appearing within the Moldos Mountain Range. However, only the Kakadores clan knew of the creatures’ true identity.

After all, the blood of the Three Heroes flowed within their bodies.

The mysterious creatures were actually one of the dragons, the Silver Dragons.

What about the fact that there were no dragons in the Moldos Mountains? Was that a lie?

Indeed it was!

The entire continent was shrouded in the shadow of the dragons. How could there be no dragons in the vast Moldos Mountain Range?

The incomparably cold world of ice and snow was the favorite habitat of the Silver Dragons who adored cold environments.

However, the Silver Dragons did not hate humans. On the contrary, they admired humans very much.

On the other hand, the Silver Dragons and the Red Dragons were not on good terms. Once the two met, they would start fighting like mortal enemies.

Generally speaking, battles between Red Dragons and the Silver Dragons would not stop until one of them had died.

It would be a brutal fight!

From what Osse knew, there were 3 Silver Dragons who were over a thousand years old within the Moldos Mountain Range.

Although he did not know what rank the 3 Silver Dragons were at, he was certain that they could easily handle the Red Dragon that looked no older than 10.

Moreover, according to Osse’s observation, the Red Dragon Max was extremely unaccustomed to the world of ice and snow. It was likely that it would greatly weaken his fighting strength.

Being in their home ground, Osse was certain that the Silver Dragons’ strength would be vastly amplified.

As a result of this, Osse was certain that the gap between the Red and Silver Dragons was extremely large!

Upon this thought, a smile appeared on the corner of Osse’s mouth.

‘Little Dragon, so what if I lied to you?’

‘Would you even be able to return alive?’

In the eyes of the Silver Dragons, the Red Dragons, which were on the side of evil, were considered as the scourge of the world and an existence that must be eliminated.

Osse looked at the scorched ground and rubbed his shoes against it.

The village chief’s death was by no means a good thing.

Should Molmo return and learn of his father’s death, he would probably lose his mind.

Osse returned to the old village chief’s room, picked up a cup of coffee on the table, and slowly took a sip.

At this moment, Osse slowly closed his eyes and enjoyed the taste of the coffee.

‘Bitter, but delicious.’

He was already envisioning the scene of Max’s tragic death at the hands of the Silver Dragons.