CHAPTER 161: CHAPTER 101: MAJESTIC GIANT DRAGON · DRAGON NEST SECRET TREASURE

Dorglin’s face was exceptionally flushed. The greed and desire for gold among Dwarves is as intense as that of Giant Dragons. This vast palace unseen by daylight, yet resplendent in gold, with a sparkle so bright, is indeed a result of the sheer amount of gold coins present.

Though the dread of death was pressing down above, he couldn’t suppress the greed in his chest, recklessly diving into the pile of gold coins, stuffing handfuls into his armor.

The murals might be true! These here are loads of Dwarf Oath Gold, worth immeasurable value.

Also amidst these gold coins are numerous shining Warhammers, shields, and jewelry forged by Dwarves.

He opened a gray cloth bag he carried along, impatiently shoving piles of gold coins and jewelry into it.

Today he would become a qualified Dragon’s Nest thief, hauling away a whole two bags of treasure on his shoulders!

Ashfield, seeing this, couldn’t contain his excitement either, rushing forward, stuffing gold coins and jewelry into his bag while whispering, "We should take away some artifacts of greater value! See if there’s any dragon eggs or something?"

Hilude said spiritedly, "Stop daydreaming, she’s just a young dragon, how could there be dragon eggs? Hurry up and take what you can, our time is limited."

Ashfield realized the foolishness of his question as dragons only experience mating and pregnancy when they reach mature adulthood.

Yet the Half-Elf refused to admit defeat easily, stubbornly asking, "What if she brought back a batch of dragon eggs from elsewhere? Like her mother’s or some other dragon’s."

But clearly, this is impossible; no Giant Dragon would steal another dragon’s eggs.

While the Half-Elf was jabbering, Dorglin, who was tirelessly collecting treasures, excitedly exclaimed, "By the ancestors, look what I found?"

From a pile of gold coins, he excitedly pulled out a golden flask, crafted with great intricacy, inscribed with a series of Dwarf Runes.

"Bergman’s Flame Generosity! This is the legendary flask in the hands of our Dwarf Legendary Hero Bergman. It is said that just fill it with a flask of waterfall water, and it flows out as the famous Rapids Pass Barley Beer."

Ashfield asked, "Besides its value to your drink-loving Dwarves, does it have any special significance? Filling a wooden goblet full of barley beer costs just three Copper Coins, even a lifetime’s worth of drinking doesn’t compare to the value of one Dwarf Oath Gold."

Dorglin immediately glared at him, reprimanding, "What do you understand? Isn’t there a keg I can fill and seal for preservation when I can’t finish it? In a year, I can earn dozens, even hundreds of Gold Coins! It means the waterfall at Green Valley is the largest brewery in Hesse Territory."

"Moreover, the value of this item extends far beyond that. This is a treasure cherished by our Dwarven legendary figures. Fill it with real barley beer, and the effect is unparalleled. It is said that even a cowardly weakling would dare charge fearlessly at a Giant Spider or a Rat Giant after a single cup."

"This would be the soul artifact of an army, as long as all soldiers drink a cup before battle, this army is akin to unlocking the characteristics of being Immune to Fear and Die Fighting."

Ashfield dismissed it with a pout, saying, "This thing suits you Dwarf Rangers better, a few dozen can hide among the mountain peaks, drink up, then head to the battlefield."

"The big Knights need an hour or two for prayer before battle and probably have no time to use this flask."

Hilude raised an eyebrow with spirit, finding the artifact quite useful after all.

According to the Empire’s tradition, on the eve of a grand battle, the Territory holds a solemn Warrior’s Night. Before the battle, feasting and indulgence in fine wine is a fine virtue of every warrior.

In the shouts of praise for Yurik and Vier, the soldiers muster courage and drink fine wine, preparing for the imminent battle and possible death.

As the atmosphere of Warrior’s Night reaches its peak, soldiers, excite themselves with a boisterous shout: "May Yurik bless us, that our death be meaningful."

"May Redema bless us, that we die with honor."

Of course, there are also devotees of Violet who pray devoutly: "May Her Majesty Violet grant us a complete victory, a glorious return."

Thus, Bergman’s Flame Generosity does hold substantial significance for the Territory, at least ensuring a particularly successful and fervent Warrior’s Night.

Dorglin, nevertheless, did not think so far. Outraged by Ashfield’s pretentiousness, he retorted, "Then what treasure did you find? What qualifies you to mock me!"

Naturally, Ashfield had also discovered immensely valuable artifacts in the Dragon’s Nest Treasure Vault, which gave him the confidence to disdainfully look down on the Dwarf.

Upon hearing Dorglin’s challenge, he promptly raised a white spiral-shaped seed, emitting a soft silver glow, surface streaked with exotic textures.

"Look what I found? A Moon Crown Tree Seed! By day this tree bears only trunk and branches, but every time the sun sets, the white tree blossoms, filling the night with fragrance and scent."

Dorglin appeared puzzled, asking, "What’s the value in that? It’s just an ornamental plant, isn’t it? Dwarves don’t favor such flashy things, not practical at all."