The Dragon's Pact: A Princess for the Flame

Chapter 41 – Tyrant Stinkbug

While the players on Sakura Island were daydreaming, Su Nian was busy teaching his followers new cultural knowledge.

Last time, the followers had already understood the meaning of "If one hears the Dao in the morning, they can die content in the evening."

They applied this phrase excellently in reality, ensuring that once any player was discovered, none survived, achieving a glorious record.

Su Nian was deeply gratified and encouraged his followers to continue their efforts, to grow bigger and stronger, and to create even greater glory.

In the spacious meeting cave, all the gnolls sat upright in four neat rows at the front, heads held high and chests out.

Notably, each gnoll held a Spear Boar high with both paws.

Their bulging muscles strained under the weight, while the boar's hide was toughened, becoming more resilient and tastier.

A win-win situation! Training both will and strength.

Behind them stood a group of kobolds.

These kobolds used Blackwater Pythons as barbells, with a Blazing Rabbit tied to each end, lifting them with determination shining in their eyes.

As for the cockatrices, they all hung upside down in the cave like bats.

This maneuver had become quite simple for them, and they even began to enjoy moving upside down, often hanging from trees when idle.

Now they could freely hunt prey in the trees, no longer having to eat dirt every day.

"Everyone's here, huh?!"

Su Nian let out a sinister laugh, exhaling a sulfur-scented smoke ring, his voice like stones scraping against glass, with a hint of an engine's hum.

This invigorated all the struggling followers present.

It was their master's cruel and evil voice, just hearing it made their blood boil.

Su Nian lazily lay sideways on the rocky steps.

One dragon claw propped up his chin, while the other gently rested on Anna's head, his dragon wings enveloping her, allowing her to serve as an armrest while pressing her tightly against the scales on his chest.

"Brother... Anna, Anna's a bit hot..."

Her entire body was almost wrapped in the Black Dragon's wings, as if in a cocoon.

Anna's soft little hands gently rested on the Black Dragon's broad chest, her fair and rosy face pressed against it.

Hearing the Black Dragon's powerful heartbeat, she couldn't help but feel a bit dizzy from the heat emanating from his chest, her face flushed with red.

"Being hot is good, it's harder to catch a cold when you're warm, slurp~"

Su Nian had no intention of letting go of his little treasure, instead wrapping her even tighter, licking Anna's rosy cheek with his large tongue.

As a dragon, licking his treasures and gold was instinctual.

Just like how those dogs love to lick their cherished big bones.

"Oh my~"

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Anna squirmed shyly in Su Nian's embrace, her whole body turning a bashful pink, which only excited Su Nian more.

"prprprprprpr~"

He was mainly worried about his little treasure catching a cold.

So he wanted to stick close to her.

After all, Anna's health was already poor, what if she caught a cold?

After a moment of intimate interaction, seeing his little treasure starting to plead softly, Su Nian finally restrained himself a bit, turning his gaze to his followers:

"I've gathered you here to teach you new knowledge."

"Confucius says: A gentleman without gravity is not awe-inspiring."

"Polikri, you're the clever one, tell us your understanding of this phrase."

The named Polikri took a deep breath, tremblingly walked out of the line with his special barbell, and answered, panting:

"Great master, I think this phrase means we should eat more, become heavier and stronger, so we can be more intimidating."

"Oh ho ho ho!"

Su Nian raised his dragon head and laughed, shaking the entire cave, praising:

"Not bad, you're more insightful than Big Grey Wolf, but your understanding of this phrase is still lacking."

"The meaning of this phrase: To be a victor, you must beat them to death, otherwise, you won't establish our prestige."

"So, my followers, remember, never fight alone if you can gang up, and never hold back if you can kill, understood?!"

"Understood!"

Listening to the chaotic "howling and barking" around him, Su Nian shook his head helplessly.

Currently, getting these followers to understand him was thanks to Draconic, but teaching them the continental language might be quite challenging...

Language communication was still an issue.

"Big Grey Wolf, have you found the Tyrant Stinkbug?"

Letting the followers continue their workout, Su Nian turned his gaze to the Gnoll Chief.

"Master, found, it."

Big Grey Wolf said, stuffing two cloth balls up his nose, then pulled out a cloth bundle from his pouch.

A dark green smoke was wafting from the bundle, making Big Grey Wolf's eyes water, but he bravely opened the bundle.

Inside lay a black beetle with its limbs removed, about the size of an adult man's fist, struggling with its pitted body.

The dark green smoke was emanating from it.

This Tyrant Stinkbug wasn't in the dragon lineage's records, where dragons' ancestors would document all edible, mateable, and dangerous creatures in their bloodline.

Clearly, this Tyrant Stinkbug didn't belong to any of those categories.

Curious, Su Nian moved a bit closer, and a foul stench immediately invaded his nostrils, making him sneeze, spraying dragon saliva all over Big Grey Wolf's face.

How to describe this smell?

It's like socks worn for half a year without washing, soaked in a bit of water, then mixing that sock water with a few days' worth of rotten excrement, and finally adding a dead rat's scent.

Reportedly, this Tyrant Stinkbug has no natural enemies.

They're even carnivorous insects, specializing in hunting birds flying within two meters above them.

Because any bird attempting to catch a Tyrant Stinkbug would be instantly knocked out by the stench and become their food.

It's well-known that carnivorous animals have very smelly droppings, and the Tyrant Stinkbug's droppings are ten times worse than its body odor.

This was the gift and torture device Su Nian prepared for the players on Sakura Island.

Players don't feel pain?

Eating too much excrement might kill them?

No problem, the Tyrant Stinkbug's droppings are only the size of a pinky finger, but they're concentrated essence, with a lingering aftertaste, sure to make the Sakura players linger and forget to return.

"Alright, you can take it away, catch more of them, breed them, and prepare their droppings daily, these are very important torture devices."

Su Nian covered his nose, flapping his large wings to disperse the stench quickly, even the little Lolita in his arms was starting to frown.

...

Meanwhile, 500 miles away from Sakura Island's Starter Village No. 1, at Starter Village No. 6.

Archmage Mesent had been leading the Imperial Army away from the Royal Capital for some time now.

The journey had been exhausting, with rough and uneven roads, quite a torment for a frail mage like him.

With the help of warhorses, their movement speed was decent, and they had reached the middle of the plains.

Now, having encountered a village, Mesent planned to rest there, continuing the journey tomorrow wouldn't be too late.