Chapter 268 A Great Change is About to Begin, a Legend Returns! (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Before long, the four little dragons had devoured the entire giant elephant, and their bulging bellies finally brought them a long-awaited sense of satisfaction.

Feeling the fullness and comfort in their bellies, the little dragons lay lazily on the ground, enjoying this rare and pleasant time after their meal.

However, this silence lasted less than a minute before Bai Long's icy voice boomed out again like thunder.

"Who gave you permission to rest?!" Therese suddenly flapped her dragon wings, creating a biting gust of cold wind that whipped across the little dragons, jolting them awake instantly. "Get up, all of you!"

She let out a deep dragon roar.

The ogres who had been waiting nearby immediately began to huff and puff as they carried over huge, incredibly heavy metal blocks.

Under the bewildered and confused gazes of the little dragons, the white dragon coldly commanded, "Treat these lumps of iron as enemies! Use your bodies as weapons! Ram them!"

She had witnessed firsthand Galos's self-torture-like training methods.

She tried it herself a few times, but quickly gave up because of the unbearable boredom and pain.

However, using similar methods to "train" these overly energetic little rascals is perfectly appropriate.

To smash your body against these hard iron rocks? That's practically self-harm!

The little dragons looked at each other, their faces filled with hesitation and resistance, and not one of them took immediate action.

"What, haven't you seen the unparalleled ferocity of the Crimson Wing Lord Garos when he descended from the sky, like a meteorite impact?"

Therese's voice suddenly rose, and she said, "It is the result of relentlessly crashing into mountains and earth day and night, leaving oneself covered in wounds countless times, having one's dragon scales break and peel off time and time again, and having one's muscles and bones repeatedly fracture, going through countless cycles of tearing pain and the agony of healing, that finally forged a terrifyingly strong physique!"

"Don't you want to one day trample me under your feet? Don't you yearn to become the most powerful dragons in the world?"

She raised her tail, the sharp tip pointing precisely at the cold metal blocks: "Then let's stop talking nonsense and start by ramming them!"

Upon hearing Therese's highly inflammatory words, especially the promise to "trample me underfoot," the red dragon Cahill was the first to let out a resentful growl.

With all her might, she slammed into the largest piece of iron rock like a burning cannonball.

"clang--!"

A deafening roar resounded, and Cahill was stunned by the enormous recoil. Several of his dragon scales instantly shattered, and spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the surface of the hard iron stone.

Immediately afterwards, a series of dull, continuous impacts echoed across the open space.

The young dragons gritted their teeth, enduring the excruciating pain, and repeatedly rammed their still-developing bodies against the cold, hard iron rocks.

When they felt exhausted and were about to collapse to the ground, before they could even catch their breath, the ruthless white dragon pulled them up again, forcing them to fly with a load and continue to train their crucial flying skills and endurance.

Although the intensity of the training is far from comparable to the standard for Garothiafarina.

However, White Dragon Therese basically copied Garos's method completely, and devised a rigorous training program for these little dragons.

call--!

As a sudden, violent gust of wind swept in, the ground was shrouded in a huge shadow.

The figures of the red dragon Samantha and the iron dragon Sorog hovered briefly in the low sky before landing steadily on the wide platform on the third floor of the Burning Steel Fortress.

Iron Dragon Sorog's gaze swept downwards, lingering briefly on the young dragons undergoing arduous training, before he withdrew his gaze and strode steadily into the fortress.

"Come to the council chamber."

His deep, penetrating voice resonated directly in the minds of several dragons.

The little dragons looked up, their gazes fixed on the majestic, massive, and seemingly burning steel fortress—the Burning Steel Fortress.

They calmed their somewhat chaotic minds and, led by the white dragon Therese, flapped their wings and flew towards the high platform on the third floor.

Inside the magnificent council chamber of Burning Steel Castle.

As the smaller dragons entered the vast space one by one, several larger dragons were already waiting there.

Samantha the Red Dragon and Sorog the Iron Dragon each sat on a stone platform on either side of the council hall, one on the left and one on the right. Directly in front of them, at the deepest part of the hall, on the golden throne symbolizing supreme authority, sat the fierce and majestic Lord of Molten Iron.

What shocked the little dragons even more and made them feel a little uneasy was...

In this central meeting place belonging to the five evil dragons, there was also a hybrid dragon exuding the aura of a metallic dragon, who was sitting there.

The opponent's enormous size even surpassed that of the red dragon Samantha and the iron dragon Sorog.

The hostility and vigilance rooted in their bloodline instincts made the little dragons subconsciously want to let out a threatening growl, but they were suppressed by the solemn and heavy atmosphere in the council hall and could only forcibly suppress it.

Although my heart was filled with immense curiosity and confusion.

But none of the dragons explained to them why a hybrid metal dragon had appeared there.

"sit."

On the golden throne, the Red Iron Dragon spoke calmly, his voice echoing in the empty hall.

The council hall was extremely large and spacious. The newly arrived dragons, following instructions, sat down on huge stone platforms large enough for adult dragons to coil up, their eyes involuntarily focused on the red iron dragon on the throne.

"Sologer, first tell me your specific arrangements for them."

After saying this, Hong Tielong closed his eyes slightly, as if he had fallen into a state of meditation.

Iron Dragon Sorog nodded slightly, then turned his gaze to the young dragons and juvenile dragons below.

He carefully considered his words before speaking in an unquestionable tone: "Dragon Valley has provided you with shelter and food for survival. In return, you must shoulder your responsibilities and serve the future of Dragon Valley."

He deliberately emphasized his words, his gaze sweeping over each of the small dragons: "Do you all understand this point clearly and without ambiguity?"

Blue dragon Heriam, red dragon Cahill, green dragon Ludwig, black dragon Serafina.

Under the intensely imposing gaze of the Iron Dragon, the four small dragons nodded one after another, indicating that they understood.

"Very well, then I'll get straight to the point."

Iron Dragon Sorog stopped beating around the bush and announced directly: "You need to fight against your own lazy and indolent nature. Based on the actual needs of Dragon Nest's current development, you need to make a choice immediately and determine your first formal career path."

His gaze first fell on the black dragon Serafina and the green dragon Ludwig.

"Black Dragon, by nature, loves to play with corpses and the power of death, and is naturally adept at dealing with the undead and the realm of death. The Borderlands are rich in corpses, so the necromancer path is the most suitable choice for you. Once you become a necromancer and achieve a certain level of proficiency in this path, you will be entrusted with an important task concerning the future of the tribe."

"Green dragons are born with the instinct to control and harness the power of nature. The Druid path allows you to draw power from the vast natural world, which will play a key role in agriculture and animal husbandry in Dragon Valley in the future, adding an indispensable foundation. This is also the most suitable path for you. After successfully taking up the job, you, like Seraphine, will also shoulder a crucial task."

Garros had already discussed the Dragonforged Warrior transformation plan with Sorog.

This would greatly enhance the foundation of the Ironforge tribe, and Sorog was very concerned about it. However, if they wanted to optimize the dragon vein transformation, research on life and soul was essential.

Nature dragons and undead dragons embark on the Druid and Necromancer paths.

They are all good at this.

The Black Drake and the Green Drake had no objection to the arrangement regarding Iron Dragon Sorog.

Choosing a career path is a huge matter for short-lived species, requiring careful consideration and deliberation. However, it is not so important for dragons, who, given their long lifespans, will eventually pursue multiple career paths.

Moreover...

Necromancers and Druids are classes well-suited for fighting Black Dragons and Green Dragons.

"As for the two of you."

Iron Dragon Sorog turned his gaze to Blue Dragon Heriam and Red Dragon Cahill.

"Hriam, you need to make full use of your innate talent for storms and become a storm sorcerer who controls thunder and hurricanes and manipulates the changes in the sky. This will be the best manifestation of your power. In the future, you will be in full charge of the complex and ever-changing weather control and utilization work in the border area."

“Cahill, your raging fury can also be transformed into a source of power. Choose the path of ‘Wild Dragon’, which is full of primal savagery. The Ironforge tribe is currently lacking an ‘executioner’ role that can fully demonstrate the fierce majesty and awe-inspiring presence of dragons. This position is undoubtedly very suitable for you to show your true nature.”

Blue Dragon Heriam nodded calmly, indicating his acceptance.

The red dragon Cahill let out a suppressed growl of excitement, his dragon eyes gleaming with anticipation.

Natural Dragon, Undead Dragon, Storm Dragon, Wild Dragon... This is both a consideration based on the urgent needs of Dragon Valley's current development and an optimal choice based on the inherent talents and characteristics of different dragon species.

"Druid, Necromancer, Storm."

"These three pathways only require normal meditation practice to obtain the job."

Sorog said, "And the Wild Dragon's initiation requires fury, rage, and rage." He turned to look at the White Dragon Therese, "Besides urging them to meditate, the task of getting Cahill initiated quickly is also entrusted to you."

Upon hearing this, the white dragon Therese nodded solemnly with its enormous head.

Then, she opened her huge mouth and gave the red dragon Cahill below an extremely malicious and provocative smile.

This task was practically a "fun" tailor-made for her.

After completing the initial arrangements for her career path, Nurturer Therese left the solemn Steel Fortress council hall with her four little dragons and returned to the solidified training ground outside to continue her rigorous teaching and training.

"Before the war truly begins, they should all be able to successfully enter the adolescent dragon stage."

As the little dragons disappeared outside the door, Iron Dragon Sorog turned his gaze back to the red iron dragon on the golden throne and said with certainty, "At that time, they will become an indispensable pillar supporting the Ironforge."

The Ironforge tribe has always faced a severe shortage of mid-to-high-level combat power.

Once these four exceptionally talented dragons have grown up, this problem will be easily solved.

With more talented dragons under his command, Sorog no longer needs to do everything himself as he used to.

"Garos, when will we finally be able to march into the Sel Wilderness?"

Samantha, unable to contain her inner turmoil, stuck out her scarlet tongue and licked her sharp dragon snout, asking eagerly.

Since her brief return to the wilderness and her successful destruction of the dwarven stronghold, the desire to return to that vast land and roam freely has grown stronger in her heart, like a raging wildfire.

"Now is not the best time."

Hong Tielong's steady voice rang out, carrying an unquestionable authority: "But this waiting time will not be too long."

He raised his majestic dragon head, his dragon eyes seemingly piercing through the thick steel walls of Burning Steel Fortress, gazing towards the distant south, silently overlooking the vast land known as the Wilderness of Sel.

“Last time we attacked the Blackrock Duchy’s outpost in the wilderness, we didn’t see any decent pursuers afterward.”

"This in itself is a signal—the Federation's focus on the wilderness frontier is significantly decreasing," Garros said.

He paused slightly, then dropped an even more significant piece of information: "Moreover, just a few days ago, I obtained crucial intelligence from Gordon."

He surveyed the dragons present and said in a deep voice, "The Kingdom of Lorthen has recalled its legendary warriors who have long been stationed on the border of the Sel Wilderness."

Before the red dragon Samantha could fully grasp the profound meaning behind this intelligence, the iron dragon Sorog had already caught a glint in his eyes, his gaze gleaming.

"The Kingdom of Lorthorn recalls its legendary warriors..."

"In order to cope with the enormous pressure and threat that the Kingdom of Lorthen may bring, other neighboring kingdoms will most likely follow suit and withdraw their top forces from the borders and wilderness to deploy them to more core conflict areas!"

He concluded unequivocally: "When the war between the southern kingdoms truly ignites and the legendary forces are preoccupied with other matters, that will be our best opportunity to march into the Sel Wilderness, snatch chestnuts from the fire, and seize our profits!"

The vast land of Serbian wilderness, located outside the borders of the southern countries, does not strictly belong to the legal territory of any country. It is merely regarded by these powerful nations as a "public backyard" where they can arbitrarily divide up resources and establish outposts.

When the countries are at peace and prosperous.

Troops stationed on the remote borders are often well-equipped, highly skilled, and extremely intimidating.

However, if the situation on the continent changes drastically and war clouds gather, in order to concentrate their forces on dealing with the imminent storm, the countries will inevitably choose to withdraw their top experts from "secondary areas" such as the wilderness and redeploy them to more critical and dangerous borders.

As a result, while the garrison forces in the wilderness are still not to be underestimated, their deterrent power and combat effectiveness will undoubtedly be greatly weakened compared to their peak, providing an opportunity for monsters.

“That’s exactly right! My judgment is completely in agreement with Sorog’s!”

After a brief silence, Samantha, the red dragon, nodded her head vigorously with an air of seriousness, expressing her agreement in a loud voice.

(End of this chapter)