Tavern of the Spear: Desire for Pleasure

In truth, Obsidian's every move had already been noticed by the wolf chieftain. Wolves have an exceptionally keen sense of smell, and this chieftain was no ordinary wolf, but a deity. He had been watching Obsidian from a short distance behind, but hadn't immediately revealed himself. He was also curious about what this strange three-headed black dragon was up to. Watching Obsidian's fluctuating emotions—joy, disappointment, anger, and dejection—the wolf chieftain couldn't help but find it somewhat amusing.

In the end, He decided to reveal Himself. When a giant, pure white wolf appeared before Obsidian, He realized He had already been exposed. He wanted to roar at It, but fearing to trigger the shackles binding Him, He could only threaten It with a fierce glare.

The deity paid no heed to the obsidian's hostile gaze, but instead observed the strange creature with great interest. After all, it was the first time He had ever seen a three-headed dragon, and He naturally wanted to study it carefully.

"What are you?" the obsidian dragon head in the middle finally couldn't help but ask, its tone full of vigilance and hostility.

“I am the guardian of this land,” the white wolf answered calmly, his voice deep and magnetic. “And who are you? Why have you come to my territory?”

The two dragon heads of Obsidian exchanged glances, and finally the middle dragon head continued, "I am Obsidian, a fugitive being hunted by the White Dragon Clan."

"The White Dragon Clan?" A hint of doubt flashed in the white wolf's eyes. "Why are they hunting you? But you're quite direct. Aren't you afraid I'll capture you and take you to the White Dragon Clan?"

Perhaps Black Dragon hasn't fully learned the word "lie" yet, so he feels there's nothing wrong with what he's saying.

When the obsidian's left dragon head heard the white dragon's name, it wanted to answer immediately, though it might only let out two excited howls. But it was stopped by the middle dragon head. "It's a long story," the middle dragon head sighed, "but right now I just want to find a safe place to hide and don't want to have any conflict with anyone."

“This land is fraught with danger and is not a safe place,” the white wolf said. “If you want to live, you’d better leave as soon as possible.”

The obsidian's right dragon head suddenly spoke, "We also want to leave, but we have nowhere to go." Its voice was hoarse and low, as if it had not spoken for a long time.

The white wolf's gaze shifted to the dragon's head on the right, a hint of surprise flashing in its eyes. It seemed to have sensed something, but didn't say anything.

“I can remove the shackles from your body,” the white wolf suddenly said, his tone carrying an undeniable authority, “but in exchange, you must do something for me.”

The three dragon heads of the obsidian were stunned. They hadn't expected that the white wolf could see through their shackles and even help them remove them.

"What is it?" the dragon head in the middle asked warily.

“Help me find the dragon I’m looking for, just like these wolves. I gave them shelter and strength, and they, too, need to help me find that dragon. After all, you are a dragon, perhaps even stronger than these wolves,” said the white wolf, “and protect him from any harm.”

The two obsidian dragon heads exchanged glances again, both understanding that this might be an opportunity—a chance to escape their predicament and start anew.

“Okay,” the dragon head in the middle finally agreed, “I agree.”

The white wolf nodded, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes. "Come with me," He turned and walked into the depths of the valley, "I will help you break your shackles and tell you everything about the sacred tree."

The two obsidian dragon heads exchanged a glance, and finally followed in the footsteps of the white wolf.

He brought the obsidian to the foot of the sacred tree. Along the way, many werewolf orcs looked on curiously, but showed no hostility or doubt. After all, they never questioned their leader's decisions.

Obsidian, arriving beneath the sacred tree, was immediately drawn to its enormous size and abundance of wondrous fruit. He could feel the intense allure emanating from the fruit, and longed to rush forward and take a bite. This thought originated with Obsidian's left-hand dragon head, while the other two dragon heads understood that they absolutely could not act rashly. After all, although the deity beside them had not displayed any hostility, they could all sense His unfathomable power. Obsidian and Stone's two dragon heads exerted all their strength to suppress Stone's impulse, fearing that he might control his body and do something irreversible.

The white wolf looked at the three black dragons before him, each with its own distinct thoughts, and found it increasingly intriguing. He smiled and began to explain the origins of the sacred tree.

“This sacred tree was a gift from a dragon friend of mine,” the white wolf said slowly. “Each fruit contains a different and unique power. Eating it will grant you the corresponding ability. However,” He paused, “there is a price to pay for this power. As you gain power, certain desires within you will be amplified, and may even devour your sanity.”

The white wolf paused, then continued, "I planted it here to grant these wolves strength, enabling them to survive in this dangerous land. But at the same time, the intense desires brought by the fruit will also restrain them, preventing them from indiscriminately killing innocents and disrupting the balance of this land."

The three obsidian dragon heads listened intently, never expecting that the fruit of this sacred tree could be so miraculous, yet so dangerous.

"The shackles on my body..." The dragon head in the obsidian hesitated for a moment before asking the question that concerned him most, "Can you really help me remove them?"

“Of course,” White Wolf nodded confidently. “As I said, the prerequisite for helping you is that you need to help me complete a task first.”

"What is it?" the two dragon heads of the obsidian asked in unison.

“Help me find my dragon friend,” the white wolf said. “He has been missing for a long time, and I have been searching for him. You are also a dragon, so perhaps you can help me find him.”

"Missing?" Yao, the dragon head on the right side of the obsidian, asked in confusion. "Do you know where He went?"

“I only know that the last place He appeared was in a place called ‘Misty Swamp,’ but the information isn’t entirely accurate because I feel there’s a timing error in the information about Him,” the white wolf said. “It’s a dangerous place, full of all sorts of dangerous creatures and traps. I hope you can go there and help me find Him and bring Him back safely.”

The two obsidian dragon heads fell silent, weighing the pros and cons. They had heard of the dangers of the Misty Swamp, and searching for a missing dragon there was undoubtedly an extremely perilous task.

“In exchange,” the white wolf seemed to sense their hesitation, and added, “I can grant you three fruits from the sacred tree, giving you immense power.”

This was undoubtedly a huge temptation. The three dragon heads of the obsidian exchanged glances again, and finally, the middle dragon head made its decision.

“Okay,” Black said firmly, “we promise you.”

With a gentle flick of its paw, the white wolf vanished from Obsidian's shackles like a wisp of smoke, as if they had never existed. Those shackles were no ordinary object, but a divine artifact capable of imprisoning Obsidian's magic. The instant the shackles disappeared, Obsidian felt a surge of power rush back within her, and all three dragon heads felt a surge of excitement. However, they did not become arrogant, nor did they foolishly believe they could defeat the white wolf god beside them. After the initial excitement, the black and obsidian dragon heads gazed expectantly at the white wolf, their eyes filled with anticipation; they longed to taste the fruit of the sacred tree.

The white wolf smiled knowingly, and with a gentle swipe of its paw, three fruits radiating an alluring light floated down from the sacred tree and flew into His palm. "How do you plan to divide them?" the white wolf asked. "One dragon head for each, or..."

Hei and Yao exchanged a glance, then looked at Shi's dazed expression on the left, and finally sighed helplessly. "Let's just eat one dragon head at a time," Hei said, "The three of us need to get stronger together."

After the three fruits entered his mouth, something miraculous happened. These fruits didn't grant Obsidian new abilities, but rather greatly enhanced its existing power. At the same time, the two dragon heads, Black and Obsidian, were also affected by the fruits, giving rise to different desires. Stone's eyes were filled with endless longing, even developing a strong possessive desire for the white wolf; Obsidian, on the other hand, increasingly craved more gold coins, its eyes gleaming with greed. Only Black seemed largely unaffected, maintaining its calm and collected mind.

"How do you feel?" the white wolf asked with great interest.

"You... ooh... heh... suck... so... fragrant, I... ooh... want it!!" Shi roared excitedly, his eyes flashing with fanatical light.

Black and Obsidian stared at Stone in disbelief. They hadn't expected that this guy could actually talk, but they also hadn't expected that his very first words might bury him in the abyss.

"Oh?! You think so too? That's what He told me too, and He always likes to stick close to you, saying it's good for cultivation..."

Fortunately, the white wolf didn't seem angry; in fact, there was a hint of reminiscence in his eyes.

The other two remained silent, perhaps knowing they shouldn't disturb the white wolf before them, but Yao could still see that it had changed; its two dragon horns had turned golden.

Only Black remained unchanged, without any extreme desires or any change in its head. It watched the white wolf warily, feeling a vague unease in its heart. It always felt that this fruit was not simple. Although it had not affected anyone now, it might not be so in the future.

After reminiscing about the good old days, the White Wolf smiled. "The price of power is far more complicated than you can imagine," He said. "But now, you should keep your promise. Go and help me find the Misty Swamp, help me find my friends. However, you don't need to deliberately seek Him out. If you have things you want to do, you can do those first."

The three obsidian dragon heads exchanged glances, knowing they had no way out. They flapped their wings and flew towards the vicinity of the wolf tribe. The white wolf stood beneath the sacred tree, watching their departing figures, a complex light flashing in his eyes.

Obsidian, now freed from its shackles, would certainly keep its promise and help White Wolf find its missing dragon friend. But as White Wolf said, he could first do what he wanted to do. At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind: revenge. He wanted to find his parents who had abandoned him, kill them, and devour their flesh. As for revenge against the white dragons, he knew he wasn't strong enough yet. He needed to become stronger; perhaps after devouring his parents, he could reach that level. Then, he would return to the white dragons to take revenge, treat them in the same way, and enslave all the white dragons!

Although he didn't know where he was, he still flew towards the Black Dragon's territory, guided by a faint bloodline connection. He knew that sooner or later he would find that desolate valley and end his parents' lives in the most cruel way.

The long flight left Obsidian exhausted, and all three dragon heads felt dizzy. Stone's desire grew stronger, constantly urging Obsidian to speed up and find more powerful prey to satisfy his insatiable appetite and lust. Yao, meanwhile, kept calculating the distance and time, fantasizing about how much treasure they could obtain upon reaching the black dragon's territory; after all, many black dragons loved collecting treasure. Only Hei remained calm, striving to control the direction and speed of their flight, constantly vigilant of the surrounding dangers. If it weren't for Hei, they might not have even been able to continue flying.

After flying for an unknown amount of time, Obsidian finally arrived at a range of rolling mountains. The peaks soared into the clouds, shrouded in mist, giving off a mysterious and dangerous feeling.

"Is this...the...territory...of the Black Dragon? I...want...to...eat!" Shi asked haltingly, his tone filled with excitement and anticipation.