Chapter 220 The Descendant of the Metal Dragon Will Never Be Bewitched by Evil
Oh dear, aren't you overthinking this?
Opposite the silver dragon was a 'girl' with honey-colored skin and a sweet appearance, or more accurately, Deborah's mother, the human form of the bronze dragon Serena.
She didn't think there was anything wrong with her daughter being stranded in the border area.
Serena believes that it is normal for children to have their own secrets as they get older and not want to share them with their parents.
“Deborah has always been a well-behaved and obedient child; this is the first time she has lied to me.” The silver dragon’s humanoid face was handsome and flawless, but the dissatisfaction in its eyes was almost tangible.
Serena shook her head slightly and said, "She's almost a young dragon, so it's normal for her to have her own ideas."
She paused for a moment, then continued, "We should give her enough space, rather than strict control and constraints."
Silver Dragon frowned.
He said earnestly, "Appropriate constraints are necessary; this world is not safe."
The bronze dragon chuckled: "My dear Silverscale, have you forgotten how you sneaked into the human world in your youth, used shapeshifting to become an adventurer, and fooled your father's surveillance with illusions?"
Edley's expression froze for a moment, then he said, "That's different. The borderlands are full of chaotic and evil madmen, and I was already a young dragon back then, while Deborah is still a teenager!"
Serena, the copper dragon, didn't take it seriously.
She chuckled and said, "Don't be so serious. The magic scales on Deborah's body haven't been triggered, which means she's not in danger. In that case, let her have some fun."
"Having things she wants to do, having her own opinions, and having her own ideas proves that she is growing."
Silver Dragon listened to his mate's words.
After a few seconds of silence, he slowly said, "You're right, I was too concerned and too worried."
“It’s a good thing that Deborah has her own ideas.”
At this point, Silver Dragon narrowed his eyes, his face turning cold, and changed the subject, saying, "However, I still need to go and see what she's doing myself, to ensure her safety, and to make sure she hasn't been seduced or bewitched by evil creatures."
Hearing the silver dragon's resolute words, the bronze dragon Serena blinked.
"My little Deborah, good luck to you. This is all your mother can do."
She was thinking to herself.
Frostscar Edley has a rather strict and rigid personality, while the Copper Dragon is naturally lively and carefree. Serena knows very well why her daughter is being so secretive, because Deborah has not hidden anything from her.
She knew that Deborah had been having an affair with Red Iron Dragon lately.
Despite being beaten so badly by the other party that he came back crying the first time, he is now secretly hanging out with them behind his father's back.
She knew very well that Deborah probably had ulterior motives towards her.
"Mixed-blooded Iron Dragon. I hope you won't be as stubborn and inflexible as other evil dragons, spouting nonsense, or you'll suffer the consequences."
Dragons grow up in harsh environments and are generally psychologically twisted. Even when facing metal dragons that are stronger than themselves, they often speak arrogantly and rudely.
Iserina's understanding of her partner.
Faced with such a vicious dragon, the silver dragon would surely strike hard and show no mercy.
"However, judging from the puzzles Deborah shared with me, this red iron dragon should be somewhat different, and perhaps it will make Edley look at it in a different light."
The bronze dragon pondered in his heart.
"Serena, let's go together."
"Silver Dragon said."
"Okay, okay."
The bronze dragon nodded.
"Should we remind Deborah to make some preparations?"
At this moment, Serena revealed a mischievous and amused smile: "No, that's too boring."
"If we sneak over, we might catch little Deborah roasting a rock lizard for lunch with dragon flame. I'm curious to see how Deborah will react when she gets caught red-handed."
She is a typical bronze dragon, with a love for riddles, pranks, and having fun.
Even if they are biological descendants. No, or rather, precisely because they are biological descendants.
She found it even more enjoyable and pleasurable to trick people.
"Serena, what are you laughing at?"
Silver Dragon took two steps back and said warily, "You always have this smile when you're planning something 'bad.' What kind of prank are you plotting?"
The bronze dragon shook its head.
She said seriously, "No, no, it's just that I couldn't help but smile when I thought about how long it's been since I've seen Deborah and how we'll be reunited soon."
Let's hope so.
Silver Dragon rubbed his forehead and sighed inexplicably.
Copper dragon companions, and their offspring with copper dragon blood, are all too much of a headache for dragons.
"Let's set off now."
Silver Dragon suddenly stood up.
“What’s the rush? We haven’t gone out together in a while. We can take a walk along the way and enjoy the scenery of the border region,” the copper dragon said slowly.
Immediately, the two left Red Maple Valley together.
Unable to resist the urge to wander around, the copper dragons leisurely made their way towards Deborah's location.
at the same time.
As the morning light pierced the leaden clouds, the banners of the Ironforge tribe were planted all over the Black Iron Plains.
After finishing his daily training, Garus was inspecting his new territory, his gaze falling on the alchemy workshops that were emitting black smoke and heat waves. After circling slightly, he landed in front of the roaring golem workshop.
This place was once the lifeline of the Golden Tooth Tribe, and it is now an important asset of the Iron Smelting Tribe.
The conveyor belts flowed like rivers of steel, carrying unfinished golem skeletons. The air was thick with the pungent smell of hot metal, coolant, and black oil. Alchemists, as well as trained gnolls and kobolds, were making their mark here.
The kobold's fingers are nimble and delicate, and its wrists are flexible, making it adept at assembling tiny parts.
Gnolls are natural anatomists, their claws precise and skillful at carving basic alchemical runes.
Core tasks such as infusion and spiritual awakening are performed by alchemists.
Every step on the assembly line is as precise as a clock. Whenever an alchemist runs out of magic power, or whenever a gnoll or kobold collapses from exhaustion, a replacement immediately takes over. The process is almost nonstop.
"It's thriving and prosperous; it's a truly wonderful sight."
Hong Tielong nodded in satisfaction.
The territory of the Iron Golem Tribe is gradually expanding to the southern part of the border region. The vast territory requires many guards. The goblins' previous accumulation of golems has been almost destroyed. Iron Golem warriors alone are not enough to defend the territory, so it is necessary to create alchemical golems.
After the alchemical legion was destroyed and defeated, the remains of those alchemical golems were not discarded.
They have now been collected; those that are completely scrapped have been melted down into basic materials, while the usable parts have been disassembled, repaired, and then used for assembly.
In this way...
Although it will still take some time, it's still faster than building a golem from scratch.
Once there are enough golems, the defense of the Ironforge will not be too strained.
Most importantly, it is necessary to prepare for unforeseen circumstances.
After the Iron Smelting Tribe annexed the Golden Tooth Tribe, it became the largest force in the border region.
The vigilance of humans, snake people, and beast people has translated into concrete actions.
The patrol guards of the Molten Iron Tribe have repeatedly intercepted scouts from the Dawn, Poison Tail, and Ironblood Tribes, their footprints covering the border like a spider web.
The conquest of the Golden Tooth tribe was merely the prelude to a storm.
The balance that this land has maintained for centuries is now crumbling due to the rise of the Ironforge tribe.
The smell of gunpowder in the air never truly dissipated, and the other tribes were certain that the Ironclad Tribe's iron hooves would not stop in the south.
"Strike first? That's not suitable for the current situation."
"The most important thing is to digest and consolidate the results of the war. Every day that goes by, the Ironforge tribe is getting stronger. Now it is the other tribes that are anxious."
"When soldiers come, generals will block them; when water comes, earth will dam it."
"Having a good response strategy and waiting for things to develop is enough."
Galos estimated that the three tribes would not sit idly by and wait for their demise.
He could imagine the expressions on the faces of those tribal chiefs at that moment.
The scales of the serpent sorcerer turned white with anxiety; the orc warrior repeatedly wiped his spears and swords; the human shaman frequently performed divination.
However, tribes that can fight their way out of border areas are no pushovers.
They must already be planning how to deal with the Ironforge tribe.
(End of this chapter)
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