The Dragon Mother naturally refers to the Evil Dragon Goddess Tiamat.
All evil dragons hold Tiamat in reverence, with Green Dragons and Blue Dragons being especially pleased, as Tiamat looks favorably upon those evil dragons capable of establishing dynasties and becoming monarchs.
However, although most evil dragons worship Tiamat, almost none of them dedicate a small shrine or altar to Tiamat within their own lairs. This is because they don't want Tiamat's greedy eyes constantly fixed on the treasures within their nests.
So, in other words, the evil dragons' worship of the Dragon Mother is mostly superficial.
Except perhaps for Green Dragons and Blue Dragons, who might genuinely believe in the Dragon Mother from the bottom of their hearts.
As for the remaining Red Dragons, Black Dragons, White Dragons, and Ferrous Dragons, most are just paying lip service, saying things like 'Great Dragon Mother, we revere you,' while in their hearts, it's really just a formality. They even worry the Dragon Mother might compete with them for treasure, unwilling to enshrine a shrine to the Dragon Mother in their lairs.
These dragons' concerns are not unfounded paranoia, as this Dragon Mother really does compete with her subordinate dragons for treasure...
Therefore, across the vast lands, there are almost no temples dedicated to this Evil Dragon Goddess. Only some evil clerics secretly build temples to worship this deity.
Tyrone was previously like this, not really taking this Dragon Mother seriously in his heart. After all, the Dragon Mother is invisible and intangible, so why bother?
Evil dragons only care about immediate benefits.
But now, hearing that Xia'er might be favored by the Dragon Mother and could master more abilities, Tyrone was convinced.
Great Dragon Mother, I want it too, I beg you, give me some!
"Boom!"
Xia'er's slaughter continued. Ever since Xia'er, Saga, Tyrone, and Disos—four Chromatic Dragons—launched a lightning-fast assault on this island while the lizardmen were completely unprepared, the lizardmen's defeat was already sealed.
They died due to their arrogance.
And the Bullywug warriors, mortal enemies of the lizardmen, were naturally ecstatic. Thoughts of revenge surged forth like a breached dam. They charged onto the island, cutting down any lizardmen they saw, splattering blood like blooming flowers.
The lizardmen were utterly routed, fleeing in all directions, clutching their heads and scurrying like rats, searching in vain for places to hide.
Occasionally, there was sporadic resistance. Some lizardman warriors gathered a few fighters, intending to counterattack, but they were quickly crushed by the breath attacks raining down from the sky. The Red Dragon's fire, the Black Dragon's venom, the White Dragon's frost, and the Green Dragon's poison gas—none of these breaths could be withstood by such a weak race.
This one-sided massacre lasted for a full hour.
When all the caves on this island were cleared, only a scattered twenty or thirty lizardmen remained, trembling and having completely lost the will to fight, prostrating themselves on the ground.
The leading lizardman among them was the old lizardman who had initially refuted Toxa.
It's over, everything is over.
The old lizardman, Kairiki, wore an expression of despair on his face. He dared not harbor even a shred of resentment towards these dragons in his heart, directing all his hatred towards the already dead lizardman chieftain, Toxa.
It was all Toxa's fault for provoking the dragons!
And for cruelly skinning and killing the dragons' vassals, the Bullywugs, ultimately provoking the dragons' wrath!
Nearly all the lizardman warriors of the tribe had gathered on this island. Now, over eight hundred were dead or wounded.
Although the lizardman race still had several hundred members, most were the old, weak, sick, or disabled. If the true dragon willed it, the Black Scale Tribe of lizardmen in the Star Mist Archipelago would be completely wiped from this world!
Toxa is the sinner of the lizardmen!
"Thump, thump."
Xia'er folded her jade-like wings and slowly descended. Tyrone followed closely behind, while Disos and Saga descended last without a word.
However, when the three dragons' gazes fell upon the pile of gold coins in the shipwreck chest at the center of the platform, their draconic pupils suddenly constricted.
Disos excitedly flared his nostrils, and Saga even forgot the pain in his injured wing.
The Red Dragon Tyrone let out a greedy, low growl from his throat, molten saliva dripping from between his teeth. "These shiny gold coins should be offered to the most powerful dragon! According to draconic tradition, the spoils of war belong to the victor..."
"Tradition?"
Xia'er's icy Draconic tongue cut off Tyrone's train of thought.
Immediately after, Xia'er's draconic gaze swept over the gold pile. She controlled her emotions perfectly, showing no reaction to the gold at all. After just a glance, she fixed her gaze on the old lizardman, Kairiki.
The aged Kairiki trembled all over, pressing his forehead to the ground, begging for mercy. "Oh, supreme true dragon, Toxa's arrogance blasphemed your majesty. He deserved to die. But the Blackscale Tribe is innocent. It was this fool who traded the White Dragon corpse that drifted from the ice plains for weapons, foolishly dreaming of challenging you, challenging the great Lord of the Skies. I am willing to offer all our treasures and the lizardmen's loyalty, beseeching you to pardon the remaining tribesmen..."
"I, and all the lizard warriors who participated in the attack on the Black Dragon lord, are willing to atone with our deaths. Please, spare the rest of the lowly lizards of the Blackscale Tribe. We pose no threat to you..."
Kairiki's words were humble. He was prepared to die, as long as the Blackscale Tribe could continue to exist, anything was worth it.
Hearing this, Xia'er's expression remained indifferent.
The recent battle had killed over eight hundred lizardmen in their prime. It could be said that it basically destroyed more than half of this lizardman tribe. The remaining old and young were weak in strength. For at least the next decade, the lizardman tribe would not be able to catch its breath.
"I accept your allegiance."
Xia'er spoke. The Slaughter Mission had also been completed by over four hundred during the previous battle. She had no interest in slaughtering the remaining old, weak, sick, and disabled. It was better to keep the lizardmen on these northern islands; they could also guard the northern gateway.
Having said that, Xia'er looked at the dragons under her command.
The Black Dragon Saga needed to command the Bullywugs.
He was the only dragon besides herself who could fight effectively underwater and was also naturally capable of suppressing Bullywugs.
The Red Dragon Tyrone had a bad temper. He was a fierce general for charging into battle, not skilled at governing a territory.
Finally, only the White Dragon Disos, with the smallest physique, remained.
But...
Sigh, forget it, he'll have to do.
Thinking this, Xia'er immediately looked at Disos and spoke, "Disos, you will command all these lizardmen. You will garrison the northern seas on behalf of 'Jade Wing,' monitoring enemies from the north."
"Huh?"
Upon hearing Xia'er's words, Disos instantly froze, his speech becoming somewhat stammered. "M-me?"
"The northern islands are close to the ice plains, suitable for a White Dragon. Living in the north will be more conducive to your growth."
Xia'er said casually, "Your garrison location will be this island. If anything happens on the northern islands, you can retreat here promptly to avoid being slaughtered."
"Yes."
Disos lowered his head, his draconic eyes filled with excitement.
After giving the orders, Xia'er looked at the old lizardman Kairiki and said, "Tell me what you know."
"About the ice plains, the human merchant caravan's news, and that White Dragon corpse."