The dungeon has been parasitized

Chapter 89 Pteranodon

"Clark, you should go and get some rest too. We might need your help tomorrow..."

Halfway through his sentence, the patriarch looked at Clark with his bright fish eyes and shook his head.

"No, it's alright, you should go and rest."

After saying this, the clan chief turned and left.

What does that mean...? What was he trying to say?

Klein was a little confused by his attitude; perhaps he wanted Clark, who had just returned from danger, to rest more.

Klein thought for a moment and decided to have Clark call the patriarch over.

"Chieftain."

"Um?"

Klein instructed Clark to catch up with the departing patriarch, who then turned back and stopped some distance away.

"What's wrong?"

"What's the situation in the tribe now? Um... what's happening outside the barrier? I've been gone for half a day, I don't know how the tribe is doing."

The patriarch looked at Clark but not into his eyes, and remained silent for a while before returning to his position.

"The situation is not optimistic. Those guys keep attacking... You'll see for yourself if you go to the barrier and take a look."

"I see... Well then, farewell, clan chief."

"Um……"

The patriarch glanced at Clark one last time, his gaze complex, giving Klein the feeling of looking at his own child with pity. The patriarch then turned and walked away.

"After everything you've been through, get some rest, Clark."

Klein accepted the chief's advice and let Clark go to the tribe for treatment first. He also inquired about the tribe's current situation from the other tribesmen, and then let Clark rest in the tribe.

Night quickly fell in the cave, leaving only the dim, crystalline light streaming down from the cave ceiling, shimmering on the lake's surface.

The tribe fell silent, and the fishmen all drifted off to sleep.

In the dead of night, Clark got out of bed and left the tribe.

Klein led Clark to the cave entrance, and surprisingly, there were no guards on duty at the entrance, and it was completely undefended.

Klein planned to go and see the barrier he had seen earlier, and what exactly it was that the barrier was defending against.

There was only a barrier stained with red blood, the blood of Klein's Thunder Crocodile, which separated the inside from the outside and served as a protective barrier.

It seems they are very confident in this barrier, or rather, very confident in the bronze dragon Marion, believing that nothing can break it.

Clark arrived at the edge of the barrier, and suddenly, several pairs of red eyes lit up on the other side of the barrier.

Whoosh, thud!

In the darkness, Klein saw several winged, single-legged monsters that looked like both snakes and lizards crash into the barrier, causing ripples to spread across the enchantment.

Were these the guys who chased the spider monkey that day?

"Hiss! Ha!"

After several unsuccessful attempts to break through the barrier, the monsters began to let out terrifying roars at Clark through the enchantment.

Oh no, if these guys make any noise, Clark will be exposed...

"These winged serpent dinosaurs have been guarding this place the whole time. They're cunning creatures, aren't they?"

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from behind Clark. Clark turned around and saw the patriarch emerge from the darkness, holding a wand in his only remaining arm.

They really were discovered, and it was this priest-chieftain...

"Chieftain... what brings you here?"

He didn't answer, but instead went to Clark's side and looked at the winged serpent dragon outside the barrier.

"Clark, shouldn't I be the one asking you that? Why are you here so late at night?"

Klein thought for a moment and then asked Clark to answer the patriarch's question.

"After dealing with humans, I started to feel uneasy and worried about the state of the barrier..."

"Hmm, good reason. If only Raphael cared about the tribe as much as you do."

"this……"

Hearing the chieftain's remark, Clark was somewhat confused and felt a little embarrassed.

"Hehe, me too, I'm also worried about the barrier."

The chieftain smiled, glanced at Clark with a seemingly meaningful look, and then looked at the winged serpent dragons that had started to ram the barrier again.

"These beasts are the ones who have made us this mess. They've even set their sights on Lord Marion. What a bunch of madmen..."

The clan chief glanced at his severed arm, but his eyes were inexplicably calm and indifferent.

"Clark, do you know what a pterosaur is?"

"have no idea."

Clark shook his head, because he really didn't know, and neither did Klein. Clark didn't have this information in his memory, otherwise Klein wouldn't have come to see it himself.

"They are called dragons, but they are not real dragons at all. They are just like all sorts of lizards that call themselves dragons."

"A four-legged snake?"

"Earth dragon".

Earth dragon...not a dragon?

"They are not like Lord Marion's four legs and two wings; they only have two legs and a pair of wings."

"Indeed."

Thump thump... The winged serpent dragon swung its sharp claws, reaching out to grab the barrier, but only managed to cause ripples to appear on the barrier.

"But these creatures are exceptional; they are the servants of dragons."

"Dragon's servants? What are those?"

"Um……"

The clan chief nodded heavily and remained silent for a while.

"These guys aren't dragons, but they're extremely sensitive to real dragons. They always try their best to find real dragons, get close to them... and then bow down to the real dragons, becoming their lowly servants, just like these guys."

The chieftain pointed his wand at the winged serpent dragons in front of him, who glared at him menacingly.

"They came here because they smelled Lord Marion's scent, but Lord Marion can't leave this place."

After Clark was parasitized by Klein, he retained his memories from before the parasitism, which is why Klein was able to learn about the fish-man tribe.

According to Clark's account, Klein learned that the Bronze Dragon Marion was not simply injured; it had been sealed in a lake by humans, which was why it could not leave the lake.

The injuries were sustained before the seal was placed, and because of the seal, they could not be healed and have remained until now.

The murloc tribe has always followed the bronze dragon Marion, and even after it was injured and sealed away, they continued to follow it.

"Weren't they said to be servants of the dragon? Why are they attacking Lord Marion?"

"Even servants, when their master is no longer their master but a weak prey, will bare their greedy fangs, wanting to devour the dragon's power to make themselves stronger."

"I see... What a terrifying creature."

The clan chief sighed.

"Lord Marion said that other dragons have awakened and triggered a demonic tide."

"Other dragons?"

"Hmm... There isn't just one sealed dragon, and it's a mad dragon. I'm afraid these winged serpent dragons were sent here by him."

Is this also related to the dragon that was unsealed?

Not only did it trigger a demonic tide, but it also sent its minions to attack other dragons. Just who is this person?