Seeing the description in her draconic inheritance, Jonavili felt it was somewhat cruel, but that emotion vanished inexplicably; instead, she found it perfectly normal, even feeling a faint trace of excitement.
Jonavili dove straight toward the two mirage-grass deer, turning into a white blur in the sky.
As if sensing something, the doe, which was busy grazing, looked up at the sky and immediately spotted Jonavili less than a hundred meters away.
"Mee-aw!"
A sharp deer cry rang out as the doe immediately led the fawn to flee; though she was incredibly fast and soon disappeared without a trace, the fawn, only a few months old, was not so lucky.
It was left behind, howling helplessly, trying to get a response from the doe.
"Mee-aw~ Mee-aw~"
The sound of rushing air approached, and Jonavili plummeted from the sky, pinning the young deer, which was barely over a meter long.
However, she was in no hurry to end its life, instead curling her lips into a wicked grin.
The fawn hissed in terror under her white dragon claws; the doe that had just fled doubled back, pacing restlessly not far away and howling to try and soothe the young deer.
"Mee-aw! Mee-aw!"
Seeing this, Jonavili drove her blade-like claws into the fawn's hind leg, eliciting a cry of agony.
"Mee-aw!!!"
This cry struck the doe's sanity; she let out a howl as the surrounding natural elements grew increasingly dense.
Her modest antlers emitted a jade-green glow, and four vines surged out from the forest, attacking Jonavili.
At the same time, the doe charged recklessly toward Jonavili.
Cruelty flashed in Jonavili's crystal blue pupils; she grabbed the fawn and hurled it violently at the doe, her white dragon claws casually tearing through the incoming wood vines before she burst forward toward the doe.
The doe had no time to dodge and collided with the thrown fawn; the immense force shattered the young deer's bones, and the doe collapsed to the ground, dizzy and disoriented.
The young deer was now breathing more out than in, its eyes wide open, unable to move an inch.
Jonavili walked up to the two deer; she hadn't expected that single strike to completely incapacitate them, which was honestly quite surprising to her.
Then, right in front of the doe, she began to feast on the fawn.
Watching her child being eaten alive before her eyes, the doe tried to stop it but was powerless, shedding tears of despair.
For some reason, seeing this scene made Jonavili feel incredibly comfortable; she crushed the fawn's head with one claw and ate its mana core.
"Mee-aw!"
The doe finally recovered and let out a howl of despair; she slammed her head into Jonavili, but unfortunately, Jonavili easily blocked the attack, grabbed her antlers, and pinned her firmly against her child's corpse.
"Do you want to taste this delicious delicacy too? Heh~"
"Mee-aw, Mee-aw!"
Suddenly, Jonavili seemed to snap out of it, raising her dragon claw and abruptly slapping herself.
"I... how could I commit such a cruel act... Is it because of the... inside me?"
Jonavili looked at the still-howling mirage-grass deer with a complicated gaze.
Crack—Jonavili easily snapped its neck and tore it right off.
The blood of the doe and the fawn mingled together; after Jonavili stared blankly for a while, she eventually lowered her head and took a sip.
"From now on... I will only kill, not torture."
Soon, the two mirage-grass deer were completely devoured, leaving Jonavili feeling only about forty percent full.
She licked her dragon muzzle with a lingering taste, then spread her dragon wings and took to the sky.
After flying east for over ten minutes, Jonavili spotted a dozen humanoid creatures, which immediately piqued her interest.
[Goblin, a group of low-intelligence humanoid monsters, hermaphroditic, but they usually capture other humanoid races or humans to reproduce.
Goblins are short in stature, small in build, and have ugly faces. They typically have dark green skin, yellowish-brown eyes, long pointed ears, no hair, and a filthy appearance.
Goblins love to cause trouble and are cunning, greedy, selfish, and violent. They use various treacherous means to deceive opponents and are cowardly, only daring to move in dark corners.
They are weak, stupid, greedy, and filthy, often traveling in groups and living in caves or tribes.]
The description from her draconic inheritance made Jonavili show a look of disgust.
"Well, they certainly fit the stereotype of those disgusting creatures from my past life. Let's wipe them out."
With a flap of her dragon wings, Jonavili changed course and dove downward.
A group of goblins, averaging only the Black Iron realm, were heading in one direction, using vines to bind two constantly struggling wild rabbits.
"Gah!"
Suddenly, one goblin seemed to notice something and let out a cry; all the goblins immediately assumed a defensive posture, their gazes locked onto Jonavili as she charged down from the sky.
"Gah gah gah!!"
Eight ordinary goblins continuously threw stones in the direction Jonavili was diving, while four goblins holding simple bows began to fire featherless arrows.
The last one, a goblin squad leader with strength at the Bronze 3rd Circle, brandished a rusted broken sword while barking orders—it was clearly equipment from a human adventurer.
"How pathetic, like children at play."
Murmuring to herself, Jonavili slammed into the center of the goblin group, crushing three to death instantly; before they could mount a futile counterattack, her fan-shaped dragon breath wiped out seven more.
With a sweep of her thick, cone-shaped dragon tail, two more were killed on the spot.
Looking at the terrified goblin squad leader, Jonavili prepared to finish it off casually.
But suddenly, her gaze caught a silver coin falling from the goblin's body, and her pupils instantly constricted into thin vertical slits.
"This is!"
Jonavili's massive dragon body suddenly flopped onto the ground, her large white rump poked high into the air, and her tail began to wag rapidly.
"Shiny~"
Her crystal blue dragon eyes stared fixedly at the silver coin on the ground; the greedy nature of a dragon was fully exposed at this moment.
She instantly extended her dragon claw, carefully using two claws to gently pick up the silver coin, holding it before her eyes to observe it closely before giving it a sniff.
Mmm, yes, that's the scent—authentic.
She carefully tucked the silver coin away, wedging it under her reverse scale, before finally turning her gaze back to the goblin squad leader, who was paralyzed with fear.
Then, she spoke in the common tongue.
"Take me to your nest, or else..."
Jonavili made a throat-slitting motion.
The goblin squad leader nodded frantically, leading Jonavili toward a nearby mountain while making "gah gah gah" sounds.
Soon, under the lead of the goblin squad leader, Jonavili saw a massive cave, several times larger than the one Furiel had dug out.
Extending her senses, Jonavili found a large number of goblins inside, proving that the goblin squad leader had not lied.
But... so what?
"Scram!"
The goblin squad leader, as if receiving a grand pardon, bowed several times to Jonavili before stumbling away into the distance.
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