Chapter 265 Little Dragon's First Lesson

The young red dragon's life level is lower than that of the white dragon Therese.

However, their previous battles have proven that the red dragon can defeat the white dragon even when fighting a higher-level opponent.

When he saw Samantha, who was also a red dragon, speak up, Cahill blinked, wanting to see the red dragon teach Therese a lesson.

But the result disappointed Cahill.

Bai Long's nerves tensed instantly, and she switched to a subservient posture with breathtaking fluidity:

"Your Majesty the Red Dragon Queen, please forgive my ill-considered rhetoric."

Therese even deliberately exposed the most vulnerable scales on her neck, continuing, "You are certainly a completely different being from those inflexible cubs."

Samantha was so stunned by this spineless sliding knee that even her dragon breath faltered for a moment.

It was pointless. She felt like she'd hit nothing, and sullenly flicked her tail, smashing a rock in the process.

"Watch your mouth!"

Bai Long nodded obediently, not wanting to stoop to the level of someone with a high social status; he would let Bai Long do as he pleased, whether to hit or scold him.

The next second, she looked up and straightened her back, gazing at the little dragons.

"Now, what should you call me?"

White Dragon stared coldly at Cahill: "You speak first."

The young Red Dragon's muscles trembled violently as the pride inherited from his memories clashed fiercely with the excruciating pain of reality.

She wanted to roar, to bare her teeth, to belittle the white dragon.

However, remembering Bailong's previous words and seeing her timid and hesitant demeanor when facing the even stronger red dragon, she ultimately held back.

"What Bai Lin said makes a little bit of sense."

"Let her run rampant for a while, and I'll get my revenge after I grow stronger!"

Cahill thought viciously to himself, lowering his head little by little, staring at the blood he had coughed up on the snow, and squeezing out four words through gritted teeth: "Pale Wings".

It sounded somewhat reluctant.

However, there is plenty of time in the future for further training.

The white dragon nodded in satisfaction, then looked at the other little dragons.

Blue Dragon, Black Dragon, and Green Dragon, after pondering Therese's thought-provoking words and with Cahill's example as an example, remained silent for a few seconds before also respectfully referring to the White Dragon as the Pale Wings.

"You, come here and lick my toes."

The white dragon felt that Cahill was too arrogant, and because of his own dislike for the red dragon, he took advantage of the situation and continued to oppress him.

"What did you say?!"

Red Dragon Cahill was furious.

She had already given in as much as she could; she would rather die than accept such humiliation.

"Alright, Theresa, that's enough."

The red iron dragon opened its mouth at the right time.

Too much of a good thing is bad; education should proceed gradually.

The white dragon immediately nodded respectfully and said to the little dragons, "Thank the great Lord of Molten Iron, for his mercy has spared you from humiliation."

The first lesson for the unfamiliar little dragons upon arriving at the border.

This concludes the course.

At the same time, a biting wind swept across the cliffs on both sides of Dragon Valley, causing the dense natural caves on the western cliff to echo with a mournful sound.

Garus's dragon wings cast long, narrow shadows in the daylight as it raised its forepaws and pointed at the rock wall riddled with holes.

"The caves on the west side are available for you to stay in; choose whichever one you wish to take."

The western cliffs of Dragon Valley are the settlement of the dragon race, and after years of excavation, they have formed a well-organized three-dimensional nest cluster.

For these wounded little dragons, any cave would be enough to accommodate their still-growing bodies, while the Steel Fortress on the eastern cliff top, which resembled a fortress forged from burning metal, silently overlooked the entire valley.

The dragons, having received permission, took off, dragging their weary bodies.

Despite the stinging pain from each flap of their wing membranes due to their injuries, the territorial instincts of dragons still compelled them to carefully survey each potential nest.

The young blue dragon Heriam took the lead.

As it spiraled upward, it deliberately reduced its wingspan to avoid being too conspicuous or drawing attention to itself.

Ultimately, he chose a cave in the upper middle section.

This height would neither offend the powerful dragons above nor keep a proper distance from the young dragons below.

The class gap between the strong and the weak is also a form of order.

Blue Dragon doesn't mind being subordinate to Wyvern.

The red dragon Cahill charged defiantly toward the highest cavern, but just before reaching the entrance, it suddenly turned and fell to the cavern at a height adjacent to that of Heriam.

Choosing between the green dragon and the black dragon is a wiser decision.

The two young dragons didn't even try to explore upwards, but landed directly in front of two adjacent caves at the bottom.

The green dragon even used the tip of its tail to measure the distance between the two cave entrances, in order to ensure that the nest it chose would not be larger than the black dragon's and would not cause a direct confrontation.

"Therese."

The red iron dragon's voice made the white dragon, who was secretly gloating, instantly straighten its tail.

"You did a good job. Keep it up and I will reward you handsomely."

His praise made the white dragon raise its tail.

but.

Just as the white dragon was about to float up, the red iron dragon's next words slammed her back to the ground.

"I allow you to tap these little dragons within a certain range."

"However, you need to maintain a good balance."

"If any problems arise because of your mistake, I will strip you of all your rewards and send you back to guard the Abyss Rift."

Bai Long immediately bowed his head in the most solemn manner.

"I promise I will definitely keep things in check!"

She said.

Having already experienced the comfort of being among the little dragons, how could she bear to leave and deal with demons? In the future, when disciplining the little dragons, she should try to be more restrained and not go too far.

"Oh, right."

Red Iron Dragon pondered for a few seconds and slowly said, "Your niche theory is very good. You can teach it to these little dragons."

He thought about it seriously and concluded that Bailong's theory really had value for inheritance.

Especially for dragons, if they can learn and understand this theory, at the very least, as long as they know not to provoke monsters stronger than themselves and can overcome the arrogance inherent in dragons, their survival rate will definitely increase significantly.

This theory is, if not tailor-made, quite suitable for dragons.

If it were any other creature, with limited talent and a limited lifespan, it might be destined to be a subordinate for life, so pathetic and hopeless, it would be better to die.

But dragons are different.

As long as a dragon doesn't die or perish prematurely, it is destined to become a legend and a high-ranking being.

With such a foundation, dragons should have been quite receptive to the niche theory, because they knew very well that they would eventually become high-niche animals, and enduring hardship was only for the purpose of moving forward better.

"The greatest tragedy of being born a dragon is that it is difficult to live to the day when you can realize your potential."

Red Iron Dragon's voice echoed through the valley. He glanced at the little dragons peeking out of the cave entrance and said, "Your theory can teach them how to live and grow into true dragons."

Hearing these words, Bai Long was no less excited than when he first successfully robbed a caravan.

She suddenly realized that she was making history.

perhaps.

The dragon race's legacy a thousand years from now will record it as follows:

【The pioneer, founder, and promoter of niche theory—the great Pale Wing Therese】

This thought made the blood vessels beneath her scales tremble, and her breathing became heavy.

"I will be very patient in this matter!"

Therese's wings trembled slightly with excitement as she said, "Let's start with the basics of distinguishing strength from weakness, then gradually explain the techniques of disguise and demotion, and finally..."

Galos raised its front paw, interrupting her rambling plan.

"You can decide on the specific methods yourself."

"Remember, I want them to live and serve Dragon Valley."

I went to the hospital today, but I didn't get enough; I'll try to make up for it tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)