The Red Dragon Just Wants To Do As It Pleases-Chapter 374 - 237: Night of the Storm (Part 3)

The female slaves fortunate enough to be chosen could thus turn their fates around. If they were lucky enough to encounter buyers with a hint of humanity, they were allowed to continue acting as foster mothers for the dragon beasts.

With such high profits, many imitators soon emerged. It reached the point that even Blue Dragons couldn’t keep up with production. Eventually, they caught on to the trickery and started to change their tactics...

This led to traders branding them as the ’Miserly Blue Dragon’—they were such penny-pinchers that they’d skimp even on their own excrement!

This amusing episode indeed made David’s eyes widen and his jaw drop.

Unfortunately, he saw no sign of whether the High Elves’ conquest of Skanis had caused dragon dung prices to plummet back to market value, nor had he ever spotted a single ship engaged in the sea-route breeding business.

Just as David was biding his time, planning to make a big score by seizing a merchant convoy—

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The eastern sky began to accumulate storm clouds, flaring with lightning and thunder.

"Boss! Boss! A storm’s coming! It’s about time we prepared to return to the nest, right?!"

David turned his head, only to see Kailor squirming his hips unnaturally like a poodle, leaving him dumbfounded. "The Night of the Storm?"

"That’s right, the Night of the Storm! Hehehe," Ezekiel and the others also revealed expressions of sleazy, mutual understanding.

David could tell at a glance they were all novices in matters of romance.

David no longer lingered. With the storm season arriving, few ships would dare to risk continuing their voyages far out to sea.

He turned and declared, "Let’s go! Back to the nest! Time to claim some female dragons!"

"ROAR!!!"

Almost as soon as David and his crew disappeared into the stormy horizon—

An elven warship, with the distinctive Silver Moon Flag unfurled, rushed past across the sea, carried by magical winds.

Just as they were crossing paths with a ’big fish’ on the sea, yet still returning fully laden, they saw from afar that the sky above the Dragon Nest, densely clouded, was now ablaze with lightning and thunder.

The storm was sweeping the desolate Kutaro Desert with its spectacular force.

At the same time, some of the male Blue Dragons who had returned early were already beginning their mating dances under the torrential wind and rain.

These male Blue Dragons were immense, their scales shimmering like gems as they bathed in lightning. They used their powerful wings to soar and dance in the fierce winds, showcasing their might. Their roars mingled with the thunder, as if challenging the sky’s tempest while also displaying their strength to the females.

In this mating ritual, the male Blue Dragons also utilized their innate ability: control over lightning!

They unleashed torrents of lightning breath, which in turn drew more thunderstorms from the heavens, as if painting an elaborate masterpiece across the canvas of the sky.

This electrical display was not only a symbol of their power and elemental command but also a potent allure for the females.

The female Blue Dragons observed these male performances from a distance, evaluating each male’s strength and elemental affinity for lightning.

Eventually, each female would select one of the males as a mate for the coming years or even decades.

However, this also meant that once a male distinguished himself during the storm by displaying the greatest power and beauty, he would become the focus of the females’ competition.

That was typically the process. This time, however, was somewhat special.

No sooner had Tania, the foreign dragon, started her elegant dance amidst the stormy sky than almost all the female Blue Dragons turned their eyes upon her.

And just as this Silver Dragon was basking in the envy and resentment of a throng of dragons, on the verge of causing the grandest fiasco of the Kutaro Desert Blue Dragons—

David, riding the storm clouds with his hunting party of dragons, arrived fashionably late.