Greg did not want to become a true dragon's vassal.
The archipelago they were in was called the Star Mist Archipelago.
According to stories passed down orally among the Bullywug tribes for over two hundred years, the Star Mist Archipelago was once dominated by a powerful Red Dragon named 'Hephaestus'.
The native fishmen of this archipelago were conquered by the Red Dragon Hephaestus, and the Bullywugs and lizardmen were the vassal races of Hephaestus back then, migrating here to live under his rule.
Under the reign of the Red Dragon Hephaestus, all vassals lived in misery and suffering.
The Red Dragon was tyrannical and arrogant. As his vassals, they even occasionally needed to be tortured and killed by Hephaestus for his amusement.
Eighty years ago, Hephaestus suddenly vanished. At first, these vassals managed the territory in an orderly fashion, but as years passed without his return, ambition slowly grew. They believed their Dragon Lord Hephaestus had died elsewhere and began proclaiming themselves the masters of this archipelago.
Thus, the fishmen, lizardmen, and Bullywugs started warring against each other.
The Griffons, the high-level vassals of the Red Dragon Hephaestus, did not stay on these islands. They flew to the mainland, thereby severing ties with the Star Mist Archipelago.
Although Greg had not lived through the era of Red Dragon Hephaestus's rule, the fear of true dragons had been passed down through generations in the Bullywug clan of Bright Scale Bay.
Therefore, Greg had only one thought.
The Bright Scale Clan would never become vassals to any dragon again!
Never, ever!
Although these two great dragons radiated a powerful aura that made Greg tremble to his very bones, he also knew from overhearing conversations on passing human ships what real, mature dragons were like.
These two were nothing but immature hatchlings that hadn't fully developed yet!
Dragons were greedy.
By pretending to submit and leading these two dragons to see the treasury, then having the warriors swarm them, trapping the dragons in the cavern where they couldn't fly, they could surely kill these two young dragons and achieve the magnificent feat of dragon slaying!
Those humans had said that every part of a dragon was a treasure.
If they could kill these two dragons and sell the corpses to humans, the Bright Scale Tribe would achieve unprecedented development. Then, wiping out the lizardmen and standing toe-to-toe with the fishmen might not be impossible!
Thinking this, the fear in Greg's bulging yellow eyes completely vanished, replaced by surging greed. He immediately bowed respectfully to Xia'er and Saga, saying, "Dragon Lords, the Bright Scale Clan has traded with humans and amassed a large quantity of human silver and gold coins. The lowly Greg is willing to offer all these treasures to the great True Dragons, begging for your protection!"
"Gold coins?!"
Upon hearing these two words, the usually taciturn Saga instantly became fervent, almost rushing past Xia'er straight for the heart of Bright Scale Bay.
But reason made Saga restrain this impulse. However, his innate craving for gold remained. He looked at Xia'er with eager eyes and whispered, "Xia'er, we..."
"Gold coins."
Xia'er's breathing also grew slightly rapid, hot breath puffing from her nostrils.
Only...
It was a trap!
Xia'er narrowed her draconic pupils, looking at the kneeling Greg, and opened her maw. "Good. As the first 'King' under my command, I shall grant you a fitting reward. Come forward."
Upon hearing this, Greg's heart swelled with wild joy.
He had bet right!
Greed was indeed a weakness dragons could not resist!
Greg could almost see the two young dragons trapped in a dim cave, struggling futilely under iron spears and sharp blades, eventually becoming a pile of priceless dragon scales and bones!
Greg forcefully suppressed the triumphant croak that nearly escaped his throat, striving to maintain a flattered and honored demeanor. He stepped forward with his thick frog legs, walking respectfully toward the Green Dragon Xia'er.
"Great Jade Wing, your grace makes this humble mud..."
Greg's fawning words were only halfway spoken when he saw Xia'er's originally gentle demeanor vanish completely. The greed for treasure in her eyes was instantly replaced by murderous intent!
Without the slightest warning, the massive jade-green body leaned forward like a collapsing mountain!
A huge shadow completely enveloped the Frog King Greg. The enormous dragon claw, covered in cold scales like the heaviest siege ram, harnessed the dragon's innate divine strength and came crashing down with brutal, unadorned force!
Thud!
A dull sound, followed immediately by the crunch of bone.
Greg's bloated body collapsed like a squashed rotten tomato.
His bulging yellow eyes almost popped from their sockets, filled with incredulous shock and excruciating pain.
That unfinished flattery was forever stuck in his throat. Without the slightest hesitation, Xia'er's dragon claw clenched violently!
Accompanied by the horrifying sounds of tearing muscle and shattering bone, the Frog King of Bright Scale Bay, along with his meticulously planned dragon-slaying fantasy, was crushed into a pulpy mess of flesh, blood, and shattered scales under the absolute power of the dragon!
Warm, fishy blood mixed with chunks of viscera gushed from between the dragon claw's fingers, staining the white sand beneath.
[Slaughter Mission: 10/10.]
[Slaughter Mission completed.]
At the same time, Xia'er's powerful, muscular wings snapped open to their limits on both sides!
The wing membranes tensed, the tiny pores along the edges instantly expanding to their maximum.
Hiss!
No longer a faint green mist, lethally shimmering toxic acid shot out from the wings like high-pressure water jets!
The venom precisely covered the few Level 5 elite Bullywug warriors behind Greg who were completely caught off guard.
"Gwaaak!"
Terrified, despairing shrieks erupted, only to be instantly drowned out by the sizzling sound of corrosion.
Hard iron weapons and scale armor melted and warped like hot wax. Strong muscles and bones rapidly dissolved under the corrosive poison.
Within a few breaths, these strongest warriors of the tribe transformed into several foul-smelling, charred black, viscous puddles, no longer even maintaining a humanoid shape.
[Killed Bullywug Warrior...]
They were all basic attributes like Defense, Health, and Strength. For a dragon, the boosts were negligible.
But better than nothing.
"Stupid frogmen!"
Xia'er felt a slight sense of exhaustion. Performing the Winged Breath twice in one day took some toll on her stamina. However, here, she would not show any sign of weakness. Instead, she turned to the Black Dragon. "Saga, make a trip. Bring 'Benedict' from White Pearl Island, and the other Bullywugs from there, over here. Have the Bullywugs from White Pearl Island take over this place!"
The reason Xia'er judged these Bullywugs were not sincerely submitting but had other schemes was simple.
The Domination Mission showed no progress!
Xia'er's vassals were still those eighty Bullywugs from White Pearl Island.
Since the Bullywugs here did not intend to submit, then Xia'er would import Bullywugs from White Pearl Island to replace the ruling class here, making that Bullywug Druid named 'Benedict' officially become the Frog King of this archipelago!
For Xia'er, the abilities of these lower races were not important.
Their value was merely to serve as cannon fodder for the dragon flock.
To scout underwater or recklessly explore unknown areas, gathering intelligence for Xia'er.
Therefore, Xia'er had only one demand for them.
Loyalty!