The Value of the Immortal Dragon

I’d barely had time to warm it up, and you already wanted to swindle it away from me. Isn’t that a bit too much?

Old Wang gave the young lady an honest smile.

It was nothing, really. She was only making a suggestion; the decision was still his.

Old Wang knew very well that the Heart of Azeroth had been given to him by the young lady. More importantly, it was the bond connecting them in "shared breath, shared fate."

If this were a romance novel, it would probably count as a token of love or a dowry.

As representatives of order, the Titans of the Pantheon did not play games of intrigue. What belonged to Old Wang belonged to Old Wang, and no one could take it from him.

In fact, they could not really scheme over it anyway. This artifact had essentially been created by the young lady; the Titans had merely added all kinds of functions to it. And the relationship between the young lady and Old Wang…

Seemed closer than her relationship with the Titans.

Was this what they meant by "birth is no match for upbringing" and "a distant relative is no match for a close neighbor"?

That analogy did not seem quite right…

In any case, in the eyes of this little girl who was only a few billion years old, Old Wang was clearly more important than the Titans of the Pantheon.

The young lady was not some "artifact spirit," much less a "system fairy." She was merely a projection that had remained behind. Perhaps she accompanied him because of some lingering attachment, or perhaps she was simply an innocent young girl hitching a ride to travel, conveniently streaming it live to entertain the Titans of the Pantheon?

And I am the true master of this artifact!

Back then, in order to boost morale and strengthen everyone’s sense of belonging and mission, Old Wang had Mimiron manufacture a batch of "Hearts of Azeroth" in the young lady’s name. Through himself, Azeroth’s "spokesperson," he handed them over to the most powerful class leaders, such as Highlords, War Chiefs, Archmages, Archdruids, and the like.

He told them, "You are Azeroth’s saviors. The task of saving the world-soul is in your hands," and duped quite a few people.

Besides comprehensively enhancing the wearer’s power, the "Heart of Azeroth" could also strengthen other equipment, such as helmets, breastplates, and shoulder armor.

The one in Old Wang’s hand was the genuine Supreme Artifact. It possessed unimaginable uses and directly retained the name he had come up with back then, except with a "True" added to distinguish it from counterfeit junk—

Was that laziness, or respect for copyright?

He had already checked the artifact’s attributes and knew what abilities it possessed.

The Time-Space Channel connected to World of Warcraft was its primary ability, but not its only one. A Supreme Artifact jointly created by the Titans of the Pantheon contained the crystallized wisdom of the Titans. Naturally, it could not be so simple. It was the most perfect union of technology and magic.

Many of its abilities were upgraded versions of the counterfeit models. They could likewise comprehensively enhance the wearer’s strength and help strengthen other equipment.

It was just that all these abilities required enough Azeroth Blood to unlock.

Those abilities were certainly important and useful. They could raise his strength to an entirely new level. However, the Dragon Bone was important too. Egghead had long had his eyes on it, and its actual value far exceeded its inherent worth. It could not be wasted so casually.

"We’ll talk about that later."

Old Wang waved his hand, then glanced at the Soul Shards. All twenty-four Soul Shards hurriedly flew over, arranged in two rows of three and four columns, as obedient as could be.

"Exchange!"

The Marvel Universe had no Twisting Nether, and Old Wang was not a warlock. Keeping the Soul Shards served no purpose. If he wanted any warlock spell or demon minion, he could simply exchange for it directly.

The Level 1 Time-Space Channel opened, and the twenty-four Soul Shards quickly vanished. The spherical space expanded as though engorged with blood, large enough to hold at least ten Old Wangs.

Yet it was all an illusion, a kind concealment of poverty.

"Status panel." Old Wang clasped his hands behind his back and called out loudly.

A phantom interface appeared. Under Old Wang’s mental control, it transformed into the style of World of Warcraft.

In the realistic character interface, Old Wang stood with his arms hanging at his sides, his slightly chubby belly protruding as he swayed in the void. Eighteen equipment slots surrounded him, mostly decorative and without much practical significance. After all, this was not a game. It was merely Old Wang’s nostalgia for distant memories and ten years spent grinding his life away.

In the neck equipment slot, the golden necklace flashed brightly, expanding into an enlarged equipment attribute panel.

True Heart of Azeroth (Supreme Artifact)

Azeroth Blood: 1 milligram

Equipped: Well of Eternity Bottle (1 gram of Well of Eternity Water essence)

Equipped: Titanium Alloy Staff (Fine), Titanium Alloy Gauntlets (Fine)

Item: Complete Immortal Dragon Dragon Bone (Legendary, 125 meters)

Old Wang frowned slightly.

The value of Soul Shards was far below the knowledge within the Darkhold, but it was still much higher than that of quantum batteries.

Using the manufacturing cost and exchange rate of quantum batteries as a reference, he could roughly estimate the value of Azeroth Blood on Marvel Earth:

One milligram of Azeroth Blood was worth around ten million dollars, equivalent to one kilogram of Vibranium—one million times the value of the same weight of Vibranium.

Old Wang had a rough understanding of it. He silently estimated the value of the other items and once again suppressed the urge to exchange for the Darkhold.

It was not that he could not bear to part with it, but that it had other uses.

Although the knowledge within had already been copied, the same knowledge took completely different forms for different people. Even if it were copied ten thousand times, it could never be copied in full.

Especially for spellcasters in the Marvel World, this book was equivalent to the Book of Medivh in World of Warcraft. It was unquestionably a legendary item, a priceless treasure.

He could completely use it to trade with those people for items of equal or even greater value.

For example, a certain truly wealthy mage who possessed a whole pile of artifacts…

After narrowing his eyes in thought for two seconds, Old Wang waved again, and a section of Dragon Bone flew before him.

It was part of the dragon’s tail, roughly five meters long, and probably the least valuable part of the entire skeleton.

"Exchange." Old Wang gave the command.

The Level 6 Time-Space Channel opened, and the Dragon Bone vanished.

The spherical space did not appear to change at all, but the status panel had already changed.

Azeroth Blood: 0.1 grams

Old Wang calculated in secret.

The Immortal Dragon’s skeleton was 125 meters long in total. Five meters of dragon tail had exchanged for 0.1 grams of Azeroth Blood.

Of course, the tail was relatively thin. Five meters of tail was most likely worth less than one meter of dragon head. The value of the entire skeleton should be around twenty grams, about one-fifth of the Darkhold’s value—two hundred billion dollars.

Not low at all.

Dragon Bone naturally could not compare to a complete corpse, and a corpse could not compare to a living creature. The total value of a 125-meter-long Immortal Dragon would certainly far exceed the Darkhold.

Old Wang suddenly became very curious how long K’un-Lun’s Immortal Dragon, Shou-Lao, was now…

"I Am MT, a body like bronze walls and iron barriers."

"I parry, I dodge, I use my body to protect you."

Old Wang’s personally performed cellphone ringtone rang out, waking the Grandmaster from his thoughts.

After greeting the young lady, Old Wang opened his eyes and picked up the phone.

"Egghead? He’s here with bad intentions…"

Old Wang smiled, held the phone half a meter away from his ear, and pressed answer.

The bald Black man’s uncontrollable roar sounded through the phone, accompanied by the loud smack of a hand slamming onto a table:

"Master Wang, Immortal Iron Fist! According to our agreement, both the Resurrection Coffin and the Dragon Bone belong to S.H.I.E.L.D.! I got the Resurrection Coffin. Where’s the Dragon Bone?"

What S.H.I.E.L.D.’s? It was obviously yours, Egghead’s. Also, didn’t your hand hurt?… Old Wang waited until the roar ended before bringing the phone closer. "Calm down. I can guarantee that I didn’t take even one microgram of Dragon Bone from The Hand. If I break this oath… may I be impotent for life?"

Egghead snorted from the other end of the line.

He had not taken it from The Hand?

Then he had gotten it from somewhere else?

Could Dragon Bone have been buried beneath the underground area of that building last night?

Other than Dragon Bone, what else could have made those people from The Hand, who had hidden themselves for over a thousand years, take such a desperate risk without sufficient preparation?

Even if there had been no Dragon Bone deep underground, K’un-Lun should have some.

Egghead had never intended to do anything to Master Wang in the first place. He was only taking the chance to vent the resentment that surfaced once every month.

He took a deep breath, walked two steps, adjusted his mood, and his voice became low, magnetic, and charming again. "Tell me. What will it take for you to sell it to me?"

Old Wang smiled faintly.

Egghead had taken the bait.

Thanks to "Zhong Lixi" and "Glutinous Rice Ball 00" for the 100 tips.

The second chapter will be posted in an hour.