Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire-Chapter 142 - 119 Golden Dragon’s Promise

"What is this!?"

Noah looked at his own Dragon Claw, where golden electric arcs constantly leaped, sending tingles up his Dragon Claw, Dragon Arm, and even half of his body, leaving him somewhat bewildered.

"For you."

Selena said nonchalantly.

"Aren’t you supposed to keep it?"

Noah couldn’t understand.

"Since Casius disdains it, I naturally won’t keep it either."

Selena looked matter-of-fact,

"And since you helped, consider it your reward, it’s yours now, how you use it is your business."

"Just like that, you’re giving it to me?"

"Yes, it’s yours."

Although Selena spoke lightly, she still admonished Noah,

"However, you need to carefully choose how you use it, don’t act recklessly. And don’t let others know you possess it."

"Understood."

Noah grasped the meaning.

"Casius, how are you feeling now?"

Seeing that the Golden Dragon understood her meaning, Selena walked over to the Array where her partner, having reverted to human form, stood. Her initially worried expression shifted as she spoke,

"Can you still stand? Do you need me to support you?"

"I still have the strength to stand."

Saying this, Noah looked over at the sound and saw his foster father struggling to stand, his condition not very good due to the successful bloodline extraction.

Even though only part of his bloodline was stripped, the Golden Dragon could sense the man’s weakness, as it involved damage to his life source.

At the moment, Noah saw a middle-aged man with graying temples, whose youth was gone, and vitality declining, but his body remained tall and robust, his posture straight and eyes sharp, without any sign of decline despite his physical weakening and loss of power.

"You still have a chance to regret."

"I never regret."

Casius had no attachment to the Titan Blood Crystal in Noah’s hand.

As he gradually adapted to his current state, his frail and declining appearance began to change, with his mottled white hair turning jet black and shining, his face regaining youth, but it was only an external change, the internal damage was irreparable.

"Sigh, I really can’t do anything about you."

Seeing the unwavering Casius, Selena just sighed without any surprise and took out a silver pitcher entwined with verdant vines, containing a spring water filled with a strong life aura, whose sweet scent made even the Golden Dragon swallow involuntarily.

"Replenish some of the lost life essence!"

"No need now, I’ll replenish after my bloodline is completely extracted."

Casius shook his head and refused.

What he lost wasn’t just his strength, but also a part of his life, representing an all-around decline, which is why his partner strongly opposed it, as it did indeed endanger his life.

"Suit yourself."

Selena put away her treasure somewhat annoyed; it was a gem capable of extending the life of a Legend, an item of immeasurable value to a Legend in need.

"Noah, let’s go and see how the weapon forging is coming along."

Seeing his wife with a little temper, Casius didn’t try to appease her, but instead, he called Noah over to check on his weapon.

"Oh, okay."

Noah hurriedly followed his foster father’s steps, watching his foster mother leave directly.

Now, on the surface, Casius showed no signs of vulnerability, appearing exactly like his earlier prime, his control over his power was incredible.

Even after such a weakening, an unfamiliar observer couldn’t discern any change, and even if they sparred with him, Legends lacking competence likely couldn’t gauge Casius’s depth.

The weapon forging site was in Ironforge. That mountainous Dwarf’s stronghold was indeed an ideal place, not only boasting boiling Earthfire Magma but also housing an ultra-large ore vein of yet unexplored scale.

With the geography complex, having been in a Barbaric region previously where civilization struggled to sustain, it was no wonder that this Dwarf tribe, lacking even Legends, managed to claim the site, though now multiple Legends had visited.

"Your Grace, Your Highness Noah!"

The arrival of Casius and Noah naturally received the highest regard from the Ironforge Dwarves, although all the Dwarves seemed distracted and absent-minded.

"There’s no need for these useless formalities, go do what you should be doing."

Noah, to the satisfaction of the Dwarves, dismissed them all.

Two Dwarven Kings skilled in forging and a Gnome Divine Craftsman, they attracted all the Dwarves’ attention. For them to spare any energy for others showcased the exceptional status of Casius and Noah.

It’s worth noting that today’s Ironforge had already been dismantled beyond recognition. It was no longer the reputed Unfallen City, standing amidst the mountains, unassailable by land, but instead turned into a gigantic open-air forge.

Yet, the displaced Dwarves bore no grievance, as it was all orchestrated by the Dwarf Kings and the Gnome Divine Craftsman, willing to work under the open sky, helping by the side and laboring if needed.

"Truly..."

Noah glanced at the three partially formed weapon embryos standing in the heart of the magmatic depths and took another look around today’s Ironforge.

Now, using this name felt a bit inaccurate, as there was nothing left of what a fortress should have.