Chapter 283 The Essence of Talent, Major News
Garus was lounging lazily atop a treasure hill, shimmering with an alluring glow and piled high with countless gold coins, gems, and precious artifacts, enjoying the soothing magic of several graceful, magically skilled snake sorceresses.
That healing energy is like a gentle stream.
The gentle caresses of the maids' hands slowly seeped into his strong muscles, soothing the minor damage and fatigue caused by the intense training.
This is absolutely not about indulging in pleasure!
It's merely a necessary relaxation and rest for the sake of faster recovery and to start a new round of training, and has nothing to do with enjoyment.
—Regardless of what others think, that's what Galus believes.
"In five years, my combat level has improved, but my health level has remained stagnant."
"The further you progress, the slower the life level increases become."
During these five years, his life level remained unchanged, but his aura became more profound, his physique increased to a certain extent, his body length from head to tail approached seventeen meters, his figure was majestic, and all his attributes also steadily improved.
"That's normal. The growth curve of a dragon's life level is not smooth and uniform, but rather a phased increase."
"I need to wait for the next slumber. At my development speed, the dragon slumber always comes early, and the dragon slumber during my adolescence should be coming soon."
Dragons grow in a way that is quite different from many other creatures, and the core of their growth lies in dormancy.
Regular training, battles, eating, and so on will gradually accumulate and settle, until they are digested during the dormant period, and then multiple life levels will be raised at once. Those more or less wear and tear and hidden injuries left by battle, and even minor damage to the soul and spirit, will also be repaired during the dormant period.
The life of a dragon.
That seemingly long thousand years was mostly spent in a deep and prolonged dragon slumber, and there is a considerable amount of exaggeration in that time.
"The adaptive evolutionary talent I possess may not be certain in the future, but for now, its core and fundamental effect lies in transforming the underlying essence of life, expanding the boundaries of potential, and raising that unattainable upper limit, rather than merely being superficial and serving as a reference for improving the level of life."
Galos is now gaining a deeper understanding of the nature of his own talents.
"As for my current life level, why am I able to surpass dragons of the same age?"
He continued to ponder, then a look of sudden realization dawned on him: "The key lies in my own daily and yearly self-improvement, without ever slacking off."
"Of course, it also depends on the continuous supply of precious resources."
"Black oil containing surging energy, dazzling gemstones that nourish the dragon soul, high-quality meat that provides ultimate nutrition, and even precious metals used to strengthen the body. These are the cornerstones that support my growth."
"The proportion that talent accounts for is actually negligible."
Galos thought to himself quietly.
Immediately, he slightly lifted his heavy eyelids, his gaze casually sweeping over the scales beside him.
The dragon's scales were covered with a dense array of new, crisscrossing sword marks, each one deeply embedded in the scales and clearly visible—these were the marks left by his powerful subordinate, the six-armed snake-man swordsman, during their sparring session.
Beyond these newly added wounds.
What's even more striking are the special patterns that are slightly darker in color and seem to have a more resilient and solid texture.
They are like the rings of an ancient tree, or the cracks in a rock that has weathered the elements, covering his massive trunk.
These are all battle-hardened medals—symbols of strength and experience—that have been forged through countless fierce battles, with dragon scales breaking and healing tenaciously time and time again under the powerful force of life.
His dense battle-hardened physique is largely due to his almost self-torturing daily training methods.
After all, the battle marks on Garus's body were not all formed naturally in life-and-death battles. A considerable part of them were "grinded" out by actively asking powerful familiars to attack him with high intensity day after day to train his resistance.
This approach has a somewhat opportunistic element to it.
However, Galos didn't care about this.
He thought to himself, "As long as the effect is achieved, this battle-hardened tattoo should be quite intimidating to those who know their stuff."
Only those who are truly members of the dragon society, or intelligent beings with an extremely profound understanding of the dragon world, truly understand the value contained in the "battle-hardened markings" on the dragon's body.
Faced with such discerning opponents, Galos need not say a word.
He only needs to reveal the dense battle marks that cover nearly one-fifth of his torso, and the overwhelming, almost tangible sense of oppression and intimidation is enough to make many enemies with weak minds and slightly weak wills instantly tremble with fear and become cowardly before the battle even begins.
This was proven in the fierce battle with Alberto the Golden Dragon.
Even someone as proud and arrogant as Alberto couldn't help but feel astonished and shocked when he noticed the dense battle markings on Garos's body, which far exceeded those of ordinary young dragons. This caused him to reveal a flaw in his defenses.
Calming himself, Galos brought his attention back to the present moment and slowly closed his eyes.
Although this was his usual rest period, it wasn't a time for complete relaxation.
He often used these spare moments to closely monitor the changing events unfolding on the southern continent through kinship ties and merchant channels, gathering information, analyzing the situation, and quietly making careful and long-term plans for the border region and his own future.
“Gorton”.
Red Iron Dragon gently tapped the invisible chain of blood ties in his heart, calling out to his brother, Iron Dragon Gordon, who was far away in the Kingdom of Lorthen, sharing the same father and mother but with a different fate.
At the same time.
Far away in the Kingdom of Lorthen, in the tranquil yet vibrant training grounds of Starfire Monastery.
The massive yet still rounded Iron Dragon Gorton is becoming the focus of the entire venue.
He lay lazily in the center of the field, surrounded by gazes filled with respect and almost admiration. Under their gaze, he subtly displayed his body, which seemed a little more lean than it had been three years ago, but whose overall shape was still round and full.
During those three years, Gordon did indeed put in a lot of effort.
He hired an experienced court warrior as his training instructor and successfully embarked on the well-rounded Hundred Battles Dragon path.
However, it may be because his appetite remained constant, while the intensity of his training was insufficient.
His physique did not become the sharply defined, explosively powerful, and awe-inspiringly imposing figure he had longed for, like Garus.
At most, he has evolved from the original fat-encased fat (fat wrapped around fat) to the current fat-encased muscle (fat wrapping around nascent muscle), and still looks solid and heavy overall, with a unique, endearing sense of strength.
At this moment, Iron Dragon Goldon was contentedly squinting his eyes.
He basked in the admiring gazes of the children around him while surveying these thriving little ones.
Those children who were once thin and weak due to malnutrition, looking like bean sprouts in the wind, have undergone tremendous changes thanks to a sufficient supply of food and carefully planned, continuous physical training.
They became physically strong, muscular, and full of energy.
Some children are more than twice as tall and strong as they were three years ago, brimming with youthful vigor and energy.
in.
Astor, Theros, Elsa... these three children are particularly outstanding in their talents.
Having experienced hardship, they deeply understand the preciousness of opportunity. Their diligence and self-discipline reached an almost harsh level. With the sweat of day after day and year after year, about a year ago, they clearly felt the flow and condensation of "qi" in their bodies and officially embarked on the path of martial monks.
Judging from their amazing talent and current unstoppable growth rate.
Gorton had no doubt that, given enough time and resources, these three children would grow into powerful individuals with extraordinary strength, capable of standing on their own within twenty years.
Just as Gorton was immersed in his gratified thoughts, a subtle tremor suddenly came from the dragon blood flowing in his veins.
Immediately afterwards, a familiar and majestic voice rang out—a call from the distant borderlands, from his powerful brother.
Tie Long was energized.
"My dear brother."
Gorton immediately responded in his mind through the bloodline link, saying, "Perfect timing, I just received some extremely important news and was just about to tell you."
"Is this a formal falling out between the Duchy of Hartai and the Duchy of Abel, a declaration of war against each other?"
Galos said, "I already know about this."
He quickly learned of this obvious and important matter through the merchant group's channels.
Galus knew perfectly well what was going on.
On the surface, the two principalities of Hartai and Abel were fighting each other to uphold the so-called sacred and inviolable sovereignty of their territories.
But in reality, they are more like two sharp swords, with the handles tightly held by the swordsman behind the scenes.
Their fierce clash at this moment is, to a large extent, merely the execution of the swordsman's will, a carefully planned probing confrontation.
The Holy King has fallen.
But the Kingdom of Lortherne was, after all, a colossal entity that had enjoyed centuries of resource allocation and development under its glorious protection.
Even though it is now riddled with internal contradictions and problems, and even shows signs of aging and fatigue, it cannot change the established fact.
It remains a kingdom with a profound history, strong military power, and vast territory.
Those lurking in the shadows, ambitious and covetous like jackals and vicious dogs, would never be foolish enough to launch a head-on attack and directly challenge this aging but still powerful lion.
They will cautiously extend their tentative claws first, constantly provoking, testing, and creating chaos at the edge... until they are completely certain of the lion's weakness and sluggishness, then they will swarm in like a group of sharks smelling blood, tearing it to pieces and devouring it.
"That's right."
Gorton acknowledged Galos's knowledge, but his tone immediately became lower and more cautious.
"However, I have something even more important to tell you than the Duchy's declaration of war."
He paused for a moment, then slowly said, "The old king of Lorthorn is seriously ill and cannot get out of bed."
(End of this chapter)
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