169: Chapter 169 Capturing Cubs? Straightening Them Up Like Zongzi

Black Wind Valley just received the deep sea cold crystal, and the Vanguard Army is busy crafting talismans and distributing supplies.

But the rebels were being driven to the brink of madness.

The first Sealing Formation was broken.

A batch of Dragon Flame Bombs had been seized.

The outer outposts were riddled with holes by the players.

Qing Yan sat deep within Black Wind Valley, his face so dark it looked like it could drip water.

"Lin Zhe is hard to kill, and Ao Ningshuang cannot be suppressed..."

His fingers gripped the armrest of the stone chair tightly, a ruthless look suddenly flashing in his eyes.

"Then we'll try another way."

"Go to the Wanlong City Hatchling Nursery."

"Kidnap a few dragon cubs."

"I want to see if Ao Ningshuang and Lin Zhe still dare to keep pushing forward!"

Below, over a dozen Black Dragon death soldiers bowed their heads simultaneously.

"Yes!"

Night soon descended.

Within Wanlong City, due to Lin Zhe's entry and the progress of the rebellion suppression, the defenses were much stricter than usual.

However, the Hatchling Nursery was deep within the inner city, and the outer perimeter was patrolled by the Dragon Race; no normal person would imagine someone being bold enough to strike here.

Over a dozen Black Dragon death soldiers, clad in night-traveling black clothes, used Stealth through the city's shadows.

The leader lowered his voice: "Move fast. Grab them and go. Don't alert too many people."

Another sneered: "Just a few dragon cubs; we'll just pick them up and leave. By the time the news reaches Lin Zhe and Ao Ningshuang, they'll have to retreat whether they want to or not."

They soon reached the outer wall of the nursery.

The courtyard was very quiet.

The faint sound of young dragons snoring could be heard.

The Black Dragon death soldiers looked at each other, their eyes filled with ruthlessness.

"Go!"

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Over a dozen black shadows leaped over the wall simultaneously.

And just as their toes touched the ground—

Buzz!

Across the ground of the entire nursery, a layer of extremely faint green patterns suddenly lit up.

The leading death soldier's expression changed.

"Something's wrong!"

But it was already too late.

At the same time, far away on a dirt slope in Luofeng Village.

Lin Yueyao was sitting in a small rattan chair, clutching her staff, her little feet swinging back and forth, with a plate of spiritual fruits beside her.

She suddenly blinked.

"Eh?"

The Great Elder of the Elves immediately looked down: "Little Highness, what's wrong?"

Lin Yueyao puffed out her cheeks and spoke in a milky voice: "Bad things are going to catch the dragon babies."

As she spoke, her small finger pointed lightly toward the Dragon Domain.

"Tie them up."

Boom!

Inside the Wanlong City nursery, the ground instantly exploded!

One! Ten! Fifty! A hundred!

Elite Treants frantically burst out of the ground!

Thick vines swept out like long snakes, their speed terrifyingly fast.

"What the hell are these?!"

"Treants? Why are there Treants here!"

"Retreat! Quick, retreat!"

Before those dozen or so Black Dragon death soldiers could even fully draw their weapons, their limbs were entangled by vines.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Someone's wrist was instantly strangled to the point of dislocation.

Someone tried to breathe dragon breath, but their mouth was immediately stuffed shut by a bundle of vines.

Another tried to take flight, but their ankles were tightly held by roots coiling upward.

In less than three breaths.

Over a dozen death soldiers were all tied up like zongzi.

Then—

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The vines all flicked upward at once!

Over a dozen people were hung upside down right at the nursery's main gate.

Mouths stuffed.

Hands bound.

Legs entangled.

Only eyes were left darting around in terror, unable to utter even a single complete last word.

The dragon hatchlings in the courtyard were awakened by the commotion; they poked their little heads out to look and instead became excited.

"Wow!"

"They're hung up!"

"Like dried meat!"

Half an hour later, the Dragon Race guards finally arrived in a hurry.

When they rushed in, they were all dumbfounded.

It was quiet inside and outside the courtyard walls.

Over a dozen Black Dragon death soldiers were lined up at the gate, hung for a full half-hour, their faces turning purple from the strain.

The eyelids of the leading guard commander twitched wildly.

"This... who was the one who acted?"

The next second, he saw the residual nature patterns on the ground and immediately gasped.

"Great Priestess of the Elves!"

The news was immediately delivered to Ao Ningshuang.

In the Dragon Emperor Palace, after hearing the report, killing intent instantly exploded in Ao Ningshuang's eyes.

"Kidnapping hatchlings?"

"They are truly seeking death!"

She personally arrived at the nursery gate, looking at the string of hanging Black Dragon death soldiers, her expression as cold as ice.

"Take them all away."

"Throw them into Dragon Flame Valley to feed the fire dragons."

"Leave none alive."

"Yes!"

Soon, the dozen or so death soldiers were dragged to Dragon Flame Valley like cargo.

Waves of fire surged in the valley; several fire dragons that had been hungry for a long time poked their heads out and smelled the scent of blood.

The next second.

Before the screams could even fully sound.

The dozen or so Black Dragon death soldiers were directly torn apart and swallowed.

Once the news spread, all of Wanlong City erupted.

"Daring to touch even the hatchlings, they deserve to be fed to the fire dragons!"

"The rebels have gone mad!"

"Fortunately, the Lin family's Little Highness is watching over us!"

Ao Ningshuang returned to the Dragon Emperor Palace, suppressing her anger, and her first order was to prepare gifts.

"Take ten millennium dragon eggs."

An elder nearby was startled: "Your Majesty, those are the most precious batch in the Young Dragon Vault..."

Ao Ningshuang gave him a cold glance.

"If not for Lin Yueyao, what would have been lost today wouldn't just be ten Dragon Eggs."

"It would be the dignity of the entire Dragon Race."

No one dared to speak further.

Soon, ten millennium dragon eggs with faint golden dragon patterns flowing on their surfaces were neatly packed into Dragon Crystal Treasure Chests and sent directly to Luofeng Village.

On the dirt slope, as soon as Lin Yueyao saw the gifts, her eyes instantly lit up.

"Eggs!"

She pounced over and lightly poked a Dragon Egg with her small finger.

Poked again.

And again.

The Great Elder of the Elves watching from the side was terrified, his beard nearly curling up.

"Little Highness... gentler, be gentler..."

"Those are millennium dragon eggs, not ordinary fruit!"

Lin Yueyao blinked her eyes, then carefully touched one again, her eyes curving into crescent moons as she smiled.

"So soft."

Far away in Wanlong City, after Ao Ningshuang received the reply, her expression finally softened slightly.

But the killing intent in her eyes did not fade in the slightest.

Since the rebels had reached out to the Hatchling Nursery, it meant they were truly driven to a dead end.

However, after this incident.

The entire Dragon Domain understood one thing.

No matter where you hide.

No matter who you want to touch.

As long as the Lin family's people are watching.

Across the entire map, there is no place for you to strike.