Who let this evil dragon into Hogwarts!

Chapter 34 The King Descends from the Sky, Furious and Ferocious!

The first thing I do when I wake up.

Of course, we should eat a full meal first.

In Emerald Ridge, a gentle breeze stirs up fine grass clippings, but these are blocked by layers upon layers of thick fences. Even though Poisson is dormant, the goblins and trolls still faithfully carry out his orders, building Emerald Ridge bit by bit.

The emerald collar now looks quite different from what it did two weeks ago.

Two rows of wooden fences stood tall, with hard stones piled in the middle. The most basic factory buildings had already been completed, and a row of crooked dormitories was placed in the corner. As for the cave that was once only inhabited by the troll leader, it had now been completely turned into a food storage warehouse, filled with the corpses of eight-eyed giant spiders, and countless pairs of eyes staring at it in a strange and eerie way.

But that's still not enough!

"Fight! Fight! The King is watching! He won't abandon us!"

DouDing shouted loudly, gripping the club's little ears with both hands, and slammed it into the swarm of eight-eyed giant spiders.

"roar!"

The club roared angrily, smashing the head of a hapless eight-eyed giant spider with its spiked club. It looked glorious, but its legs were actually trembling uncontrollably.

Because there are just too many giant eight-eyed spiders...

After several probing attacks, the Eight-Eyed Giant Spiders were certain that the Emerald Territory's strongest fighter had gone missing, so they decisively launched an attack. Countless Eight-Eyed Giant Spiders surged in like a tide starting in the morning, their numbers so overwhelming that it was despair-inducing.

In contrast, the Emerald Collar is like a small boat adrift on a stormy sea, swaying precariously as if it might capsize at any moment.

Another giant monster was pounced on by the eight-eyed spider. Faced with the deadly venom, even the giant monster's proud physique could not resist it in the slightest.

The goblin in charge of transporting the ammunition rushed over in a panic, carrying an empty box; his dragon breath ammunition was also exhausted.

has it ended?

The club sighed slightly. As a clever giant, it knew very well that even the great dragon lord could only kill a few eight-eyed giant spiders when faced with a serious swarm of spiders, and could not withstand this tsunami-like attack.

Perhaps it's time to run away...

The large hand gripping the spiked club loosened slightly, but then tightened again in the next moment.

It recalled the same critical situation when facing the Bucktooth Tribe, but as long as the Dragon Lord intervened, the situation could always be reversed instantly.

Now that we've gone all in, there's no reason to give up halfway!

"For the Dragon Lord!" The club pounded on his chest, inspiring every fearful giant with his actions.

"Long live the Dragon Lord!" After several weeks of instruction, most of the giants were able to say simple words, and this sentence was of utmost importance. Every giant roared it out from the bottom of its heart!

With the resolve to die, the club charged once more, only to find halfway there that the little hand gripping its ears had loosened its grip considerably.

Turning his head, he saw that DouDing's attention wasn't on the eight-eyed giant spider in front of him at all. Instead, he was staring blankly up at the spider, muttering to himself:

"The king has returned..."

The next second, the familiar shadow completely enveloped the club, but this time it did not symbolize death, but rather victory!

"Dragon Lord!" The club excitedly raised its head and saw a green shadow rushing past it at lightning speed, heading towards the dark sea of ​​spiders.

A ghastly green poisonous mist spewed from the dragon's head, instantly engulfing the spider sea like a cataclysmic disaster.

Wherever the dragon's wings reach, not a blade of grass grows!

This breath attack was no small feat compared to the one against the Devil's Web; Posson was determined to test his limits.

"Retreat! Retreat now!"

Seeing that the poisonous fog was spreading, the club quickly stopped its charge and led the giant monsters to flee to higher ground.

Gazing at the eight-eyed giant spider that had collapsed in an instant, and the Persson hovering above their heads, occasionally spewing deadly breath, both goblins and trolls now showed expressions of awe.

"Dragon Lord, you've gotten even stronger..." The club blushed, and the usually eloquent club could only manage this one exclamation.

It could think of no words other than "powerful" to describe the great dragon lord.

The battle ended in the blink of an eye. Faced with the menacing Persson, the eight-eyed giant spider, which couldn't even jump, had no choice but to flee, leaving behind countless corpses.

"It's a pity that the giant octopus spider, being a creature with equally potent venom, has considerable resistance to poison, yet even that couldn't kill them all."

Watching the eight-eyed giant spider, which had inhaled a small amount of poisonous mist but was still limping into the dense forest, Persson shook his head regretfully, but did not rush to exterminate it.

As he entered adolescence, the relationship between Emerald Territory and the Giant Spider Clan was completely reversed. From now on, the Giant Spiders were no longer a threat, but rather livestock in the farm.

Since they are livestock, they cannot all be slaughtered at once. Poisson understood the principle of sustainable development and the principle of draining the pond to catch all the fish.

Upon landing back on the ground, the giants cautiously approached Persson, as if they could hardly believe that this was their master.

After all, compared to two weeks ago, Persson's body length has increased by nearly double, and thanks to the excess nutrition, he is no longer as slender as a normal green dragon, but rather as robust as a red dragon, and even the scales on his body are more dazzling than before.

"You guys did a good job."

Persson nodded slightly to the giants. He had thought they would take the opportunity to escape, since without him, a group of goblins would obviously not be able to control giants that were hundreds of times their size.

Fortunately, the troll tribe's loyalty passed the test; even without Persson, they chose to fight to the very end.

Since that was the case, Persson immediately declared, "From this day forward, you are my subjects, and I will provide you with protection!"

"Thank you, Dragon Lord!" Clubb knelt down on one knee excitedly. Although the other giants couldn't understand such a complicated action, they still expressed their excitement with roars and chest pounding.

"Rise, and I hope you will maintain this loyalty," Persson continued, now that the interns had been promoted to full-time positions. "Gather all the dead goblins and trolls; they were warriors who fought for me and deserve a proper burial!"

"And these giant eight-eyed spider corpses shouldn't go to waste either. Tonight we'll have a spider meat feast, everyone gets a share!"

The giants roared with deafening cheers. Compared to their "subjects," whom they didn't understand at all, food was definitely more exciting!

Poisson gazed at the corpses strewn across the ground and pondered:

"With my current strength, I should be able to put up a fight against a half-dead Voldemort, right?"

"It seems it's time to put the plan to contact Quirrell on the agenda!"