Chapter 263 White Dragon: It's finally my turn to occupy the high ecological niche!
The rising sun cast its light on Dragon Valley, gilding the mountain walls on both sides with a golden sheen. The Steel Fortress, standing atop the cliff, glowed with a faint reddish hue, as if it were burning in the morning light.
Whoosh!
Before the dragon arrives, the strong wind comes first.
The massive red iron dragon, its wings flapping, gradually approached. When the bears and dragons guarding the fortress noticed it, they bowed slightly in respect before continuing their vigilant patrol.
Galos circled slightly, but instead of entering the Steel Fortress, he landed directly in the open space of Dragon Valley.
The red dragon and the iron dragon followed closely behind, landing one after another, each releasing the young dragon and the adolescent dragon from their claws, allowing them to stagger and regain their footing.
"Hriam!"
Cahill, who was licking his wounds, paused, then looked at the young blue dragon and cursed viciously, "Damn blue dragon, do you think you'll get my gratitude for risking your life to cover our retreat?"
Her voice was filled with resentment, and the scales on her skin stood up slightly as she became agitated.
"No! Even if you really die, I won't thank you in the slightest! Your self-righteous sacrifice prevented me from choosing to fight to the death and forced me to flee in a sorry state—it's a disgrace!"
It's clear she's very angry right now.
Blue Dragon smiled: "But that's precisely why we were all rescued, isn't it?"
Although he was just a young dragon, his blue dragon nature and superior rationality and composure compared to other evil dragons were already evident. He did not get angry because of the red dragon's rebuke, which was in stark contrast to the red dragon's irritability.
"It was pure luck!"
Cahill growled, his dragon tail thrashing restlessly against the ground: "If I hadn't happened to encounter the great dragon of the Ignas family, I would have died without dignity after a long escape! I'd rather die in battle!"
Red Dragon's pride made it impossible for her to accept survival gained at the cost of her companions' sacrifice.
This was nothing short of an insult to her.
Heriam looked her straight in the eye, without arguing, and simply said softly, "You're right, but in any case, Cahill... we owe you a lot this time."
Red Dragon fell silent instantly, as if choked by those words.
A few seconds later, she snorted coldly and turned her head away: "...This is the last time."
Galos observed the scene quietly, then turned to look at Samantha.
The Cahill before me has a personality somewhat similar to Samantha's.
Pride, arrogance, and unwillingness to admit defeat are common traits of red dragons, and are also characteristics of the group as recorded in the heritage.
As for more subtle differences, there certainly are, but he doesn't know much about Cahill at the moment, so it's hard to say.
However, it is quite obvious that Cahill is more prone to baring his teeth than Samantha, has a stronger temper and is more irritable. When he was surrounded by dragons like Garus, he instinctively dared to bar his teeth and roar.
"Is it because Samantha was suppressed by me growing up, and was hit hard by harsh reality as soon as she left the wilderness, which wore down her temper a lot?"
Garus thought to himself.
In comparison, Cahill, the Red Dragon, still needs more practice.
In Galus's view, pride is acceptable; the bloodline of dragons is indeed extraordinary, and they have the right to be proud. However, being too arrogant, failing to recognize the gap in reality, and provoking beings far stronger than themselves is truly foolish.
If things continue like this, without any change...
Such dragons will perish sooner or later.
However, with a qualified 'nurturer', things should change.
Why are you looking at me?
Under Garros's gaze, Samantha tilted her head and asked in confusion.
"fine."
Red Iron Dragon shook his head, gesturing for the smaller dragons to gather together.
"What exactly is the form of loyalty we discussed earlier? If you intend to treat me like a servant, you might as well kill me now," said the black dragon, whose bony frame seemed to pierce through his skin.
She was a young female dragon, but she looked quite ferocious.
Its appearance was terrifying, with a pair of curved horns and a withered face, its image resembling the skull of a demon.
Garus looked at the black dragon.
Information related to the Black Dragon naturally came to mind during the inheritance process.
Black dragons prefer to inhabit gloomy swamps or muddy ponds, the filthier and more foul-smelling the better. They revel in watching pain and destruction, preferring to torture their prey rather than kill them outright. They are sinister in nature and adept at dealing with the undead.
Most dragons that choose the Necromancer path are black dragons.
What's the rush?
The young dragon, whose scales were as green as new leaves, interjected, "The great dragons were willing to provoke the duchy to save us, taking a huge risk. It is only right that we repay them with lifelong loyalty."
Upon hearing this, Garus's gaze shifted to the green dragon.
This is a male green dragon, with a well-proportioned and slender body, and its eyes look very intelligent.
Green dragons possess a unique talent for understanding and controlling nature. Among the five-colored dragons, their appearance is somewhat similar to that of the silver dragon among the metal dragons, but only for the females. Female green dragons are alluring and elegant, while males appear somewhat slender and weak compared to other dragons, far less majestic and strong than male silver dragons.
In terms of personality.
The racial image of the Green Dragon is actually somewhat similar to that of Garros.
If the enemy seems cunning or difficult to deal with, the green dragon will not act rashly, but will quietly follow the enemy to find the best time and tactics to attack.
Conversely, if the target appears weak, the green dragon will appear quickly and try to control the target with skills such as intimidation and suggestion. If it cannot control the target, it will kill it directly.
However, judging the strength of an enemy requires extensive experience.
Young green dragons are easily influenced by the pride of dragons in this regard, which can lead them to misjudge the strength of their enemies and put themselves in danger.
What exactly do we need to give in return?
At this moment, Heriam spoke up and asked a question.
His head was short and blunt, with a huge single horn growing above his nose, a tuft of blade-like scales on his chin, and his entire body covered in sky-blue dragon scales.
Blue dragons, the lawful representatives among evil dragons, are organized and disciplined.
They expect and demand clearly defined and well-structured relationships, and are willing to accept commands from other dragons, but are unwilling to tolerate foolish leadership.
In the eyes of the Blue Dragon, order is essential; without rules, nothing can be accomplished.
Blue dragons generally have a greater insistence on order than iron dragons. The evil of blue dragons lies in their belief that the existence of lower beings is only for them to play with, and they are very good at it.
“Cahill, you tell them.”
Under the watchful eyes of several small dragons, Garus spoke slowly and deliberately.
Cahill was reluctant to do such a lowly task as relaying information, but under Garros's watchful gaze, he nodded unwillingly and then relayed the information he already knew to the other dragons.
The land beneath their feet is called the border area.
The Dragon Valley where they are currently located is the core hub of the border region, and the Ironforge tribe under their command has occupied the entire border region.
Lord of Molten Iron, King of the Borderlands.
It was Red Iron Dragon who personally rescued them.
In return, they are required to serve the tribe and the Lord of the Ironforge for fifty years. Any spoils and wealth gained during this period will belong to the Lord of the Ironforge, but they may also receive rewards for good performance.
While pledging allegiance, the tribe will also provide them with certain resources for growth.
However, during this period, they must demonstrate their value.
For example, one must take up their first post according to the needs of the tribe and not waste time.
Fifty years from now, whether they want to leave or stay will be their own choice.
In the eyes of dragons, fifty years is a very short time, and it is not a big deal that their first job must be based on the needs of the tribe. After all, dragons have a long life and will learn many professions.
all in all.
The requirements for Dragon Nest are much more lenient than they were in the Blue Dragonflight community.
"Ample conditions".
The green dragon lowered its head and praised, "Powerful Lord of Molten Iron, I admire your magnanimity. I am happy to become a member of Dragon Valley."
The other dragons had no objections and agreed completely.
"Your injuries are serious, you should start by eating to heal your wounds."
Garus waved his claw, and immediately his followers offered him food and low-grade life potions.
While the baby dragons were enjoying their meal, the red iron dragon said, "I have assigned you a caretaker. She will be responsible for providing you with food and supervising your growth."
"The nurturer? Who is it?"
Red Dragon Cahill raised his head, his gaze sweeping over Samantha and Sorog.
In her mind, either the Red Dragon, the leader of the five-colored dragons, or the Iron Dragon, the leader of the sub-iron dragons, would be qualified to be this nurturer.
Just then.
call--!
A sudden gust of biting wind swept across the open space, and the fully grown, perfected white dragon Therese descended from the sky, her broad wings blocking out the sunlight and casting a chilling shadow on the ground.
My name is Therese.
She raised her head, her icy blue vertical pupils sweeping over the dragons, a cold smile spreading across her lips. At the same time, she took a step forward, using her body's shadow to envelop all the little dragons.
"The reptiles of the borderlands, honor me as—the Pale Wings!"
"Listen carefully, this is also the honorific you will be using from now on!"
White Dragon Therese looked down at him with disdain and spoke arrogantly.
In front of the young dragons, her ecological niche seemed to rise infinitely, and every inch of her scales exuded the pressure of a superior being, breaking through to an unprecedented level, giving her an extremely pleasant feeling as if she had endured humiliation and hardship and finally reaped the rewards.
(End of this chapter)
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