Chapter 231 The Brothers Reunite, and Gorton, 'Imprisoned and Tortured'
Garros and Sorog share the same Iron Dragon heritage.
When he heard about the chain of blood ties, he basically knew its effects and functions.
The Chain of Blood, a mind spell with both distinct advantages and disadvantages, allows the Ignas brothers to communicate more quickly and efficiently, even when they are separated by distance. As the mind sorcerer's level increases, they can establish links with their parents and elders, as well as with their children and descendants.
"At my current warlock level, the bloodline can only be established between peers."
"However, this is enough for us."
Iron Dragon Sorog said, "Before going to the Poison Tail tribe, I plan to build a bloodline bond so that we can communicate in real time on a spiritual level."
He paused, then continued, "When the target is anchored to blood relatives through blood ties, the target will sense it."
"Remember not to resist too much, otherwise the link will fail."
Galos nodded slightly: "I know, go ahead and prepare. Remember to inform Samantha first, otherwise she'll bar her teeth and roar as she tries to tear your link apart with her mind."
Projection ended.
Thinking about the effects of the bloodline chain, Garus suddenly thought of Gorton, who was always missing from the Ignas brothers.
"We've never known whether Gorton was alive or dead, but now we should be able to confirm it through the bloodline."
He estimated that even if Gorton were to survive, he would probably be living a life of hiding and running.
at the same time.
Iron Dragon Thorog began to construct a spell.
He was currently at the steel spike outpost that had been destroyed by Galos.
After reconstruction and restoration, a large number of guards were redeployed here. Because it is a key defensive node and is located in the middle of the south, it is convenient to go to other garrisons. Tie Long personally stationed himself here.
Iron Dragon Sorog stands on the rebuilt central platform, with a reinforced metal floor beneath his feet.
After taking a deep breath, Iron Dragon Sorog closed his eyes, and a deep, ancient dragon language flowed from the depths of his throat, the syllables heavy like the striking of an anvil, echoing within the sentry post.
For sorcerers, incantations are not always necessary when casting spells.
However, adding incantations can enhance the effects of spells.
As the incantation was chanted, the Iron Dragon's heartbeat gradually slowed and became heavy, and its breathing became almost nonexistent, but its body radiated a rich spiritual energy, appearing as a crystal-like white light in the real world.
Immediately afterwards.
The iron dragon slowly raised its front claws, the sharp claws slicing across its chest, cutting a deep wound in the hard iron scales with a clanging sound.
The dragon's blood flowed out but did not drip.
They floated in the air, transforming into fine strands of blood, flowing and intertwining like molten iron, before disappearing into thin air.
Sorog's spirit sank into the depths of his bloodline, following the call of his lineage to find his blood relatives of the same origin and generation.
—First, there's Galus.
Through observation at the spiritual level, Iron Dragon Sorog 'saw' the incredibly resilient and robust Red Iron Dragon's spiritual body, just as formidable and profound as its physical form.
Strong and majestic, each scale is lifelike and has an indestructible texture.
His gaze was calm, his body slightly lowered, his claws and teeth concealed, his posture seemingly conservative and retreating. However, his front paws were slightly extended, his hind limbs were slightly bent, his wings were spread out, and the muscles under his scales were all taut.
"Cautious and careful, yet always ready for battle."
"As expected of Garus."
Iron Dragon Sorog thought to himself.
The posture of the mind-body can reflect the personality of the physical body to a certain extent.
He had no doubt that Garus's mental energy would instantly tear apart his spiritual energy.
In Dragon Valley, not too far away, Red Iron Dragon was lying down to rest and wait. Suddenly, he felt a slight tremor in his heart, as if an invisible iron chain was gently tapping his blood.
He opened his eyes, a hint of understanding flashing in his vertical dragon pupils, before relaxing his mind.
"accept."
Galus whispered.
The invisible threads suddenly tightened, establishing a link between the two teenage dragons.
—Next up is Samantha.
Red Dragon Samantha is overseeing the black oil refining process on the Black Iron Plains' alchemy production line.
Suddenly, she felt a spirit trying to probe into her consciousness.
She jerked her head up, her crimson pupils blazing with fury, and a low growl rumbled from deep within her throat: "Who?!"
Sorog's voice came through his bloodline: "Samantha, it is I who am building the chain of blood ties."
He had already informed Samantha in advance, but the red dragon's subconscious stress response almost broke the blood bond.
The red dragon's vertical pupils slowly dilated, calmed down, and it nodded slightly.
Another blood-related chain has been successfully established.
After completing the two spells, Iron Dragon Sorog intended to end his spellcasting state. However, to his surprise, he sensed another bloodline anchor point in the far south.
"Is it Gorton?"
Sorog was somewhat surprised.
To be honest, he thought Gordon was already dead.
In his memory, this youngest Iron Dragon Brother was mostly not intelligent. Without Garros's protection, there was an eight or nine out of ten chance that he would die in his baby dragon stage if he had to survive alone in the wilderness.
"He's in a very remote location; he appears to be within the Federation."
"Arrested and imprisoned by the people of the Lorthen Federation?"
Sorog thought to himself that Iron Dragon's brother, Gorton, was probably in a very bad situation.
Being kept in a dark and sunless dungeon, having one's scales stripped, blood drained, and flesh cut off, or even being used as a breeding dragon, exploited day and night to cultivate battle pets with dragon veins, are all highly possible scenarios.
"Try to build a connection with him."
Guided by his bloodline, Sorog's consciousness traversed vast distances to approach this bloodline anchor point.
He had expected to see a battered and bruised teenage dragon chained up.
Or worse.
—A shriveled corpse drained of dragon's blood.
However.
When he finally "saw" the mental body of Gorton.
Iron Dragon Sorog's consciousness almost crashed on the spot.
It was a round, plump "iron ball" that was almost impossible to discern as a dragon.
That's right, it's an iron ball.
Gordon's spirit form should have the cold, hard lines, sharp scales, and razor-sharp claws characteristic of Iron Dragon.
But now, his mental form is like an inflated balloon, his scales are stretched until they are round and shiny, his neck has three layers of wrinkles, and his body width even exceeds that of Garus. He is bloated and fat, and looks like a super pig wearing a dragon's skin.
Even more outrageous is...
His spiritual body was surrounded by phantom images of various foods.
—Roast suckling pig, honey cake, cream muffins...and even a whole roasted cow covered in syrup!
The Gorton mind was happily feasting on food, completely unsuspecting.
Sorog: "..."
He remained silent for three seconds before finally unable to resist asking a soul-searching question through the blood ties: "Gorton, you're still alive? Why are you fatter than a pig?"
"Who is it?!"
Within the territory of the Lorthern Federation, Iron Dragon Gorton, who was enjoying a meal, suddenly shuddered and narrowed his eyes warily.
At this time, his appearance and physique were basically similar to his spiritual body.
When he awoke from his deep sleep, Gorton's body returned to normal, and out of concern for the future, he vowed to control his diet and exercise more.
However.
He is inherently lazy and loves to enjoy life.
He was initially full of determination, and his iron dragon mindset prevailed as he tried to analyze the situation and protect the princess and himself in the impending war. However, reality was cruel; as a 'pet,' he was powerless to bring about any change.
Persistence is difficult, but giving up is easy.
Gorton simply gave up on himself, adopting the attitude of "live to eat, die to live," indulging in delicious food every day, and soon transformed back into a fat iron dragon resembling a new type of dragon.
Iron Dragon Sorog took a deep breath, and although he was now only a spirit, he still simulated the action to alleviate his disbelief.
He said, “Gorton, my dear brother, I am Sorog.”
Sorog?
Upon hearing this name, Gordon's memories instantly returned to when he was a fledgling dragon, living in the Iron Dragon Maiden's sinkhole territory. Back then, he loved following Sorog and even hoped that Sorog would take him on adventures.
He still remembers Sorog's words.
“Gorton, my dear brother, you are exceptionally talented. You can dominate the wilderness without following the great Iron King.”
“Gorton, my dear brother, you are exceptionally talented. Even if you were to wander alone in the wilderness, you would surely achieve great things.”
“Gorton, my dear brother, you are wise beyond compare, a born king, and a king walks alone.”
“.”
There are many similar statements.
Sorog also remembered these words.
Of the three young dragons who were younger than him, only Gordon was the easiest to fool. After just a few words, he was willing to go with Sorog.
However.
Sorog quickly realized that the young dragon was both gluttonous and stupid, and that it would probably only be a hindrance to him. So he praised it in various ways to dissuade Gordon from following the Iron King.
Now, decades later, after a long separation, we have suddenly reconnected in this way.
Both of them fell silent for a while, thinking about what had happened in the past.
Considering that his heart was still bleeding while he was maintaining the spellcasting state.
A few seconds later, Sorog broke the silence first.
He asked, "I was building the bloodline chain and sensed your presence. Where are you? Did an enemy imprison you and use curses or torture to turn you into what you are now?"
Gordon was speechless.
For a moment, he didn't know how to answer.
(End of this chapter)
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