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Chapter 912 Jörmungandr

Chapter 912 Jörmungandr

"You are a distinguished guest. What can I say to you?"

The obsidian dragon's eyes were calm, and no expression could be seen on its face covered with obsidian scales, but Lothar's keen mental power could still capture the tension in the other's emotions.

If the dragons of the north united, they would obviously not be able to defeat Lothar.

But if Lothar asks to join the dragon group, her status will definitely be lower than before in the long run.

After all, the nature of dragons is to worship power. If Lothar, who possesses the strongest individual combat power, really wants to be the Dragon King, it will not be difficult for him to replace the Obsidian Dragon and marginalize its status.

Lothar said bluntly: "I want to hire a group of dragons to fight for me."

"A dragon as powerful as you, do you also need help?" The Obsidian Dragon looked at Lothar with some doubt: "Unless the legendary spellcasters of mankind unite, I don't think there is anything in this world that can pose a threat to you."

"And if the enemy is a legendary spellcaster, the young dragons may not be able to help."

Lothar repeated his explanation to the dragoness.

The Obsidian Dragon still shook his head: "The powerful ancient gods of the past have all fallen. The world no longer belongs to the dragon clan. Please forgive me that I cannot agree to your request."

Lothar raised his head unhappily, and his huge body looked down at the obsidian dragon. This action was obviously impolite.

Some fire dragons were eager to help, but most of them chose to watch the show. Dragons are respected for their strength, and as they are all descendants of the Dragon King, who has a higher status still has to be determined by strength.

The Obsidian Dragon obviously noticed this, and she softened her tone again: "Strange Dragon King, may I have a word with you for a moment?"

"can."

Lothar is now a skilled and courageous man. He has two lives on his hands and is blessed with Lavinia's Level 2 Decree. If he really uses his full strength, let alone this obsidian dragon, even if she calls on the so-called "three elders", Lothar will not be afraid at all.

Two giant dragons flew one after the other into the depths of the Frozen Crown.

"It's almost there."

The Obsidian Dragon gave a reminder and then swooped down. In front of the two dragons, a huge abyss suddenly appeared. Unknowingly, they had reached the end of the Frozen Crown.

The tortuous black ice barrier reflects a hazy halo.

The outline of a huge monster was outlined in the diffuse mist, its body undulating, and black scales spread in an orderly manner on its body that looked like a collapsed hill.

It exuded a terrifying aura that Lothar had never seen before. If its coiled body was stretched out, it would be tens of thousands of meters long. He and the Obsidian Dragon, two ancient dragons, looked as small as two mice in front of it.

Lothar's soul was trembling: "What the hell is that?"

"The Serpent of Midgard, the symbol of disaster, the only monster that has survived from the Age of Gods to this day."

"Is it still alive?"

Lothar lowered his voice, fearing to awaken the terrible monster.

The Obsidian Dragon shook his head and said slowly:

"During the twilight of the gods, Thor, the god of thunder, sacrificed his own life to kill its soul, and then took off his divine crown to seal its body. Successive priests used the power of their ancestors' remains to summon the dragons to hold a grand ceremony every thirty years, constantly strengthening the seal and keeping the body in a dormant state."

The Obsidian Dragon sighed: "So, every time we lose a member of our tribe, the world is one step closer to destruction."

Losa was a little bit incredulous: "Can a dead soul be revived?"

"Young Dragon King, you are so powerful that you should be able to tell that I am not exaggerating. The body of the Earthly Serpent 'Jörmungandr' is too powerful. Even if the soul dies, a new soul will still be born in this corpse."

"So, the World Tree Devourer, who represents despair, disaster, and even the beginning of Ragnarok, actually became the guardian of the world after his death?"

The Obsidian Dragon shook his head and said, "The ancestor's obsession was to destroy the World Tree, not the world. After Ragnarok, all the gods died and the World Tree disappeared. He did not want Jörmungandr to devour the remains of the gods and grow into an unconquerable monster."

"Do you understand now? The Northern Dragon Tribe may seem powerful, but we have our own mission. We cannot be your tool to conquer the world. The era of the gods is long gone, and the glory of the past is gone. Young Dragon King, please put aside your ambitions."

"You may not believe it, but I have no ambition to conquer the world."

Lothar said in a deep voice: "Madam Priestess, I think we can reach an agreement."

"What agreement?"

"I will become the Dragon King of the Northern Dragon Tribe. You don't have to worry. I will leave soon and will not take any of my tribe with me. But I want you to promise that when I call you to fight, you must not refuse."

The eyes of the Obsidian Dragon became dangerous: "I said, this is impossible. Young Dragon King, do you think you can beat me here?"

Jörmungandr's body is located here, and Nidhogg's body is not far away. As an obsidian dragon born from Nidhogg's body, it can naturally draw on the power of this body.

Lothar took a few steps back to show that he meant no harm.

"Ma'am, please be patient. I didn't say I wouldn't take any of my people away. When I said I was going to recruit you to fight, it wasn't in reality - you can understand it as a dream."

"In a dream?"

The Obsidian Dragon was a little puzzled: "If the tribesmen died in the dream, would there be any damage?"

A smile appeared on Lothar's huge dragon face: "No, we can sign a contract."

The dragons of the Frozen Crown thought that the two dragon princes' heirs would fight.

However, no one expected that when they appeared hand in hand again, they seemed to be having a very happy conversation, which made people wonder whether the priest, who according to tradition would never choose a spouse, had also begun to feel romantic.

"Ma'am, now that I have been given the unofficial title of Dragon King, you can always message me if you need anything in the future."

The Obsidian Dragon looked at Lothar with some concern: "Although I don't understand what you are going to do, since you have made a promise in the contract, then let it be. Next, please accept the worship of the dragons."

She didn't want to have a real fight with Losa.

Firstly, if she relied on herself alone, even with the help of the power from the corpses of her ancestors, she would not be completely sure of winning, and it might even cause damage to the seal that sealed Jörmungandr.

Secondly, if the three sleeping elders were awakened, they would surely be able to defeat Lothar, but the three elders who had aged to such an extent might also suffer serious injuries and die prematurely.

She raised her head and let out a melodious roar, calling on the dragons to pay homage to the new king.

The female dragon who led Lothar suddenly became excited: "It really became the Dragon King!"

"Go and pay homage to the Dragon King!"

The young dragons were all very excited. The decline and distress of the dragon race were obvious to all. Their living environment had been squeezed by humans over the years. Ancient dragons died of old age one after another, and the ice-type tribesmen also split up and left, flying to live in the northern polar regions.

Among humans, there are still many legendary strong men who can stand shoulder to shoulder with ancient dragons.

Among the giant dragons of the north, if they could receive the protection of such a powerful dragon king, it would undoubtedly be a shot in the arm for all the dragons.

Of course, considering the dragons' lax and lazy nature, if this so-called Dragon King really wanted to do something big and ordered them to do this and that all day long, there wouldn't be much of their so-called "support" left.

The Dragon King, covered in red and black scales, straightened his huge body.

One after another, giant dragons flapped their wings and flew to him.

They retracted their fangs and claws, raised their heads and looked directly at the majestic dragon body and the much smaller priest standing next to the Dragon King.

"worship!"

The priest growled.

The dragons bent down with their heads pressed to the ground, just as they had done in the past when they went to the abyss to pay homage to Nidhogg's corpse.

(End of this chapter)