I Won't Wait For Your Wind Up

Watching the fleeing goblin, Jonavili's mouth split wide into a malicious grin.

A blue-white beam of Frost Breath blasted out, freezing the goblin squad leader before he could even let out a scream.

Jonavili turned her dragon head and began to contemplate her strategy.

She did not plan to charge in recklessly; instead, she prepared to wait until after dark to launch a sneak attack while the goblins were resting.

Her earlier sensory sweep had revealed at least a hundred goblins inside, most of whom were at the Black Iron realm with a few at Bronze, but there was a goblin shaman who had reached the Silver 1st Circle and a goblin leader at the Silver 4th Circle.

Although taking them all out wouldn't be difficult for her, she still adhered to the principle of caution above all else.

She didn't possess the arrogant mindset of red or blue dragons; even if she could defeat the group in a frontal assault, who could guarantee she wouldn't be injured? Who could guarantee the goblins wouldn't be spooked and flee with her precious treasures?

Jonavili didn't know why, but when she saw those shiny treasures, she simply couldn't look away, her physical instincts driving her to claim everything for herself.

Thinking of this, the white wyrmling couldn't help but let out a silly giggle.

Gradually, darkness fell, stars dotted the night sky, and the jade disc of the moon hung high in the night curtain.

After a day of breeding activities, the goblins were too exhausted to move and lay scattered about the cave in a mess.

Two goblin guards stood at the cave entrance, looking with envy at the resting goblins below.

Suddenly, a sense of crisis surged in their hearts, but before they could figure out what was happening, the blue-white beam of breath had already claimed their lives.

A white wyrmling's head peeked into the cave entrance, and without hesitation, she unleashed a maximum-power Frost Breath toward the resting goblin shaman in the distance.

The linear breath ray shot from her dragon muzzle, striking the goblin shaman in the blink of an eye; the terrifying power of frost eroded its entire body, taking its life instantly.

Jonavili had already located the positions of these goblins through her senses; after assassinating the goblin shaman, she spread her dragon wings and flew into the cave.

A fan-shaped Frost Breath poured down, and the resting goblins were jolted awake by the bone-chilling cold, turning into ice sculptures the moment they saw the white figure flying in the air.

"Gah gah gah gah!!"

The goblins were thrown into a panic, scurrying about like ants on a hot griddle; some even knocked themselves unconscious against the walls.

Jonavili didn't care at all about the lives of those humanoids, opening her dragon muzzle to sweep the floor with her breath; she wanted to eliminate as many goblins as possible before the goblin leader emerged to reduce their overall combat power.

"Gah-on!!"

A coarse, sharp howl rang out as a goblin leader, much bulkier than the others, ran out from the innermost cave, carrying a broadsword on its back that was clearly looted from adventurers.

However, upon seeing what kind of creature was attacking, visible terror appeared in its yellowish-brown pupils.

Jonavili turned her dragon head and sprayed a fan-shaped Frost Breath at the goblin king; the goblin leader hurriedly raised its arms, blocking the attack.

Just as Jonavili was about to continue, the goblin leader spoke in broken Common Tongue.

"Powerful... powerful dragon, why... why are you... attacking... us?"

But as soon as it finished speaking, the goblin leader regretted it; it had heard from other goblins that white dragons had the intelligence you'd expect—the attacker was likely acting purely on a whim, so asking was pointless.

Jonavili paused, not expecting this goblin to possess basic intelligence.

But soon her dragon muzzle split into a slight grin again as she landed on the ground, raising her head high and looking down at the goblin leader with disdain.

She raised a white dragon claw and beckoned with a finger.

"Want to know? Come over here and I'll tell you, trash."

Hearing the white dragon speak the Common Tongue, the goblin leader's face filled with horror.

Hadn't they said white dragons had pathetic intelligence? Hadn't they said white dragons were just idiots? How could this white dragon communicate normally? It would never listen to hearsay again.

The goblin leader hurried over to the white dragon; for it, avoiding a fight was the priority.

After all, its tribe had finally produced a special goblin like itself with higher intelligence than normal goblins, so it wanted to minimize losses as much as possible.

Running up to the white dragon, the goblin leader didn't even have time to look up before it heard a triumphant voice.

"Eat shit!"

The sound of rushing air followed, and as it raised its head, it saw the white dragon claw slamming down.

In a rush, the goblin leader raised its arms, barely catching the strike, but the ground beneath it shattered, and its lower body was driven into the dirt.

"Oh? Impressive. You actually survived that."

Jonavili looked with slight surprise at the goblin leader she was pinning down with a single claw, not expecting it to actually catch the blow.

At this moment, the goblin leader was in extreme pain; the dragon's overwhelming strength made it feel as if its entire body was about to shake apart.

Its eyes bulged as it roared.

"Shameless!!! I... am not... done with you!"

With that, it erupted with all its strength, giving a forceful shove to push Jonavili's dragon claw away.

That wasn't all; meeting Jonavili's slightly surprised gaze, a red blood-aura surfaced across the goblin leader's body, and its yellowish-brown eyes turned blood-red from the congestion.

'This is... a berserk state!'

Shock flashed through her crystal blue dragon eyes, and the broken Common Tongue rang out again.

"I... only wanted to... grow the tribe... so my people... could have a place to live, what did I..."

"Gah gah!!"

"Gah gah gah gah!!"

The remaining goblins cheered excitedly, rooting for the goblin leader.

'So noisy... what are these filthy low-lives shouting about?'

A sprite locked in a stone cage opened her eyes groggily, seeing the cheering goblins, the tall white dragon, and the berserking goblin leader.

A powerful Frost Breath blasted out, the formidable attack striking the goblin leader without reservation; the goblin leader was hit head-on and sent flying, crashing into the stone wall.

The linear frost breath, containing terrifying power, froze the goblin leader into an ice sculpture, the bone-chilling cold having long since solidified its internal tissues and cells.

Watching their leader get killed instantly, the scene fell into an eerie silence as Jonavili exhaled white frost from her nostrils.

"Impressive. Did you really think I wouldn't interrupt such a long wind-up? You've read too many novels."

After her critique, Jonavili continued to slaughter the remaining goblins.

She still had four-tenths of her mana left, which was more than enough to finish this battle.