The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth.

Chapter 41 Smaug's Legacy
Watching the Elnino Rangers already in their respective roles, Roland suddenly remembered that he still had a good treasure in his possession.

"Boom!" On the open ground outside the city, a golden-red shadow crashed heavily to the ground, and a sulfurous smell filled the air.

“Look, I almost forgot, Smaug is 141 meters long!” Roland clapped his hands and turned to look at the dumbfounded crowd.

Even though everyone had become accustomed to seeing Kaldor, which was over 15 meters long, soaring overhead every day, such a large dragon was practically unique in the world. You know, the average adult dragon is around 30 meters long... Smaug, on the other hand, is 141 meters long! It traded its dragon language magic for unparalleled physique and melee combat ability.

(Dragon: What? A flying dragon species has to withstand dragon language magic head-on?)
(Elnino Ranger: Huh? Are all dragons this overconfident these days?)
"Oh my! What a treasure! Your Highness, why didn't you bring it out sooner!" Radil ran over with a smile. For mages who pursued the truth of magic, any part of a dragon was a precious material.

"Caslo, Reno, you two take some men and strip him naked! These dragon scales and hides are excellent materials for armor." Roland rubbed his hands excitedly. It's true what they say, slaying dragons makes you rich for a while, and slaying dragons makes you rich forever.

"Ah! What a huge dragon!" Ivy ran behind Radil as if startled.

"Oh, and we need to pull out all the dragon teeth too! We can make weapons!" Roland added.

"Dragon wings are top-grade material for magic cloaks, don't cut them and waste them." Radil used earth element to condense an elemental blade and personally cut the wing membrane of the dragon wing.

"Longan! We need to cut off the longan too! The Eye of Inspection made from such a big longan must have a very wide detection range!" After the earlier panic, the lovely Pastor Ivy became lively again and started instructing everyone.

"Be careful! Don't cut it! Dragon blood is very expensive!" Caslo chased away the clumsy knight and carefully pried up the dragon scales himself.

"The reverse scale! The reverse scale! Don't forget to find his reverse scale!" Roland thought of the most noble scale on the true dragon's body, the reverse scale that carries magical power!

"Bucket! Bucket! I've cut myself here! Quick, get a bucket to catch the blood!" Renault yelled. Hard dragon scales were embedded in the thick dragon skin. Renault struggled to pry off a few scales, but accidentally used too much force, causing scalding dragon blood to seep out.

"Here it comes! Here it comes! The adult bucket is here!" The Battanian archer, who had been waiting nearby, quickly handed over the bucket.

"Damn it! Don't open the skull!" Radil cursed as he saw the Battanian archer swinging a great mithril hammer with a chisel, preparing to break open the skull and extract the crystal. He snatched the hammer away, but the weight of the hammerhead made him stagger and his back crack.

"You spendthrift! You can't take dragon crystals like that! You have to skin and flesh them and then go in through the holes in the bones!" Radil said, rubbing his back and grimacing.

"No! Don't pull out that arrow!" Roland shouted as he saw an Elnino ranger about to remove the black arrow that was stuck deep in the dragon's heart.

"If you pull out the arrow, your heart will bleed! Find a basin! You guys work together to pull it out! Don't waste it! This guy is covered in glittering gold coins!" Roland commanded.

"Hey you! Go find some big saws from the villagers!" Caslo spat in his palm, eyeing Smaug's sharp claws. "Hey, you guys! Be careful when cutting flesh and bleeding! Watch out for the dragon tendons! Whether we archers can use dragon-string bows in the future depends on how steady your hands are! If anyone breaks a dragon tendon, I'll pull it out and use it to make a bowstring!" Roland strode over everyone's work with an indifferent gait.

Watching the enthusiastic, almost homoerotic, crowd, Caslo's wyvern, Kaldor, glanced at Smaug's corpse with pity, then looked around. Taking advantage of the fact that no one was watching, he quietly moved to the side… This place was terrifying! They were looking at Smaug's remains like a treasure trove, the kind that would hold its value! Kaldor shivered. He couldn't understand why, as a wyvern, he could completely ignore the sub-zero temperatures, yet he felt a strange chill at this moment… Humans were terrifying…

"Wow! This dragon tendon is so long! Pull it out properly! Imagine how many bowstrings you could make from a dragon tendon that's over a hundred meters long!" Roland exclaimed.

In the end, Cardo couldn't escape the clutches of Roland and his group. He was now carefully stepping outwards with a rope on his back, the other end of which was tightly bound with a dragon tendon as thick as a human head...

"Tsk tsk tsk, this dragon bone is quite nice!" Old Master Radil chuckled as he tapped the exposed ribs; the deep, resonant sound was so pleasant to his ears.

"Lord Radil, what other uses do these dragon bones have besides making equipment?" Roland asked curiously.

“Haha, Your Highness, once you have gained the allegiance of Lagrang’s apothecaries or alchemists, you will understand that dragon bones are an important ingredient in countless alchemical items and potions!” Radil stroked his beard as he explained to Roland.

"Hey! Break off those thorns! Polish them smooth and you'll have an armor-piercing gun!" Renault discovered the missing thorns on the dragon's tail.

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And so, in less than half a day, Comrade Smaug, who had once reigned supreme on Lonely Mountain, successfully contributed to Comrade Roland's development. Rumor has it that Smaug's legacy even lasted for several years until the founding of the nation. One can't help but wonder why warriors throughout history have been so keen on slaying dragons—it's just too profitable! The wealth of a single dragon could easily support an entire family!
"There are several thousand scales the size of washbasins, nearly a hundred bundles of cut dragon hides, sixty-four dragon teeth of different sizes, a dragon crystal the size of a washbasin, seven dragon tendons, twenty claws, a pile of dragon meat, and a hundred barrels of dragon blood!" Roland said as he tallied up his various harvests and stored them in the system.

"A windfall!" Roland exclaimed. Just a moment ago, he had even secretly glanced at Caslo's dragon. It turns out that making a fortune by slaying dragons can really be addictive!

"Isn't there a lava forging furnace in the city? We can process the dragon scales into armor!" Roland said with great enthusiasm. In his mind, he seemed to see the Lagrang soldiers wearing dragon skin armor and dragon scale armor roaming the entire Lovanian.

“Your Highness, we don’t yet have the strength to equip ourselves with magical gear…” In fact, Radil quickly poured cold water on his enthusiasm. At this moment, besides the basic lava forge, Stream City had no other rare materials that could be used for forging. Besides, instead of wasting time on magical gear that was currently dispensable, it would be better to find a way to repair the walls of Stream City.

"Sigh... I understand," Roland said dejectedly. He had been too naive. Possessing immense wealth was a good thing, but unfortunately, Roland currently lacked the ability to convert it into cash...

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