Chapter 350 A Chance to Redeem One's Shame
Deep within the vast and treacherous borderlands, Dragon Valley stands majestically.
The biting wind and blizzard could not penetrate the towering and sturdy walls of the valley. Only scattered snowflakes, like sifted jade fragments, fell softly, adorning this habitat of dragons.
White Dragon Therese picked up the now-dimmed communication device and tucked it back into the warm and safe compartment beneath the scales on her neck.
She raised her head slightly, looking up at the howling snow in the sky. She was in a very good mood and couldn't help but let out a low, satisfied snort.
“Garos has always considered that batch of black oil crystals to be of great importance.”
The white dragon gently swayed its tail, its thoughts racing as it pondered the deep meaning behind the dragon leader's words.
"For someone to specifically choose me to escort such a crucial and precious item, doesn't that mean that in Garus's heart, my status and reliability have surpassed those of other dragons?"
"He must have seen my value and now values me even more!"
In Therese's view, although she no longer participates in frontline tribal wars as frequently as other dragons, her work in educating and training the younger generation of dragons is equally arduous and important.
She firmly believes that her contribution to the tribe and the future of the entire dragon race is indispensable.
My own value is immeasurable!
"Without my meticulous guidance and strict discipline, how could the young dragons of the tribe have shed their immaturity and grown so quickly?"
"Without me, the dragons would have scattered."
“Gallus, with his intelligence, surely understands this.”
Bai Long thought to himself.
Take, for example, the current generation of young dragons.
In her view, their current excellence and ability to contribute to the Ironforge tribe in the Wilderness Wars are entirely due to the sacrifices she, Therese, made in the past.
The way we make our efforts may be unconventional, but the result is more important.
on the other hand.
Thinking that the growing dragon horde and the rapidly expanding tribe were all closely related to her contributions, the white dragon Therese proudly puffed out her chest covered with thick white scales.
Immediately afterwards.
To verify this and satisfy my sense of accomplishment.
She turned her head and fixed her gaze on a white dragon boy who was doing weight training not far away.
White Dragon Therese stood tall and proud, exuding the imposing aura of a mature dragon and creating an atmosphere of authority without anger.
She spoke in a calm but undeniable tone: "Belquis, answer me, in your journey of growth so far, have I been the most important and influential person?"
The little white dragon named Belquis was struggling to carry a huge rock for training.
Upon hearing the familiar yet unsettling voice of the middle-aged dragon, he dared not hesitate for a moment, immediately pausing his movements and putting the rock down.
The huge boulder crashed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of icy dust.
He lowered his head slightly, avoiding the intensely oppressive gaze, and replied in a low voice, "...Yes...yes."
White Dragon is naturally wild and untamed. As a child, White Dragon should be like an untamed wild beast, difficult to control and full of rebellion.
Objectively speaking, Therese's education did have some effect, which enabled the young white dragon to have such a respectful reaction when facing her.
However, White Dragon Therese was not satisfied with this overly simplistic answer.
"You stupid idiot! Who gave you permission to stop? Keep going! No slacking off!"
The mature white dragon's tail, like a whip, lashed out with a whooshing sound, striking the young white dragon.
With a dull thud, the young Bai Long was knocked off balance and crashed heavily into the cold rock wall beside him.
Therese continued her reprimand: "Didn't I teach you? When speaking to something of a higher ecological status, you must use honorifics! You must speak with reverence! Answer again, while you're training!"
Startled by the sudden attack and insult, the little white dragon Belquis instinctively tensed his muscles and let out a threatening growl.
The wild instincts inherent in the white dragon were awakened.
Even when facing a powerful, mature dragon, its sharp fangs instinctively bared, gleaming with a cold light.
However, just as anger was about to break through the dam of reason, countless images of how resistance had resulted in even crueler lessons flashed through his mind like lightning.
He forcefully suppressed his boiling anger and forced back the instinct to retaliate.
The little white dragon silently shouldered the heavy rock once more and continued the tedious and painful training.
He lowered his head, avoiding Therese's gaze, and swallowed his anger, replying in the most respectful tone possible: "Great Pale Wings, you are the most important guiding dragon on my path of growth, an irreplaceable existence."
"Your teachings are as profound as ice and snow, and I will always remember your kindness."
After hearing these words filled with awe, Therese finally nodded in satisfaction.
"Listen up, you bunch of weak, stupid, and self-aware crawlers!"
She looked around, her gaze sweeping over the nearby young dragons, some training, some watching, all too afraid to breathe, and raised her voice to proclaim her truth.
"Remember your ecological place! Make it etched into your very bones!"
"When faced with an existence that occupies a higher ecological niche than you, unless it is absolutely necessary to fight to the death."
You only have two choices.
"Either, wisely choose to stay away and avoid the eye of the storm."
"Either you adopt a better attitude, be more respectful, and show obedience and respect."
She raised the tail she had just used to whip the white dragon and said, "Otherwise, you will suffer the consequences, just like before, and bear the potentially terrible attack yourself! You will pay the price in blood."
Therese felt extremely satisfied after completing her daily education of the little dragons.
Without further delay, she took the black oil crystal, flapped her wings, stirring up a cloud of snow and ice, and took off, flying away from Dragon Valley towards the Sel Wilderness.
The complex topography of rolling hills and dense vegetation protects the vast Serbian wilderness from the cold waves from the far north.
As the white dragon flew south, getting further and further away from Dragon Valley, the heavy snow that had brought her joy gradually subsided and disappeared, and she gradually arrived under the sky of the wilderness.
The wilderness was in the rainy season at this time.
Although there was no heavy snow, the rain pouring down from the thick dark clouds still made Therese, the white dragon, feel quite good, much more comfortable than the dry and hot environment.
Time slipped away quietly amidst the sounds of wind and rain.
Her massive white figure moved through the rain, steadily approaching the target coordinates given by Galos.
Meanwhile, in the Sel Wilderness.
On a relatively flat wasteland not too far from the coniferous valley, rainwater gathers into small streams that flow across the uneven ground.
The silhouettes of four teenage dragons stood in the rain, water droplets rolling off their scales.
"Hriam, Cahill."
Ludwig the Green Dragon greeted his two companions who had arrived earlier than him.
His gaze swept over the scales covering his two companions, lingered for a moment, and he said, "It's been a while. It seems the fighting at the front is quite intense."
"You have so many new wounds on your bodies."
In the understanding of dragons, scars are not a derogatory term.
As it was injured in battle time and time again, the dragon scales were constantly torn and damaged, and then repeatedly repaired.
Over time, those deep scars and scale growths that cannot be completely removed will eventually evolve into unique patterns that symbolize glory, power, and rich combat experience—the Battle Marks.
That is a powerful medal.
For example, their dragon leader.
When the Red Iron Dragon's thick outer scales shattered and peeled away during the fierce battle, revealing the complex and ferocious battle markings that covered its entire body like a spider web.
Even though they had witnessed that scene many times, it still brought them a tremendous emotional impact each time.
"snort."
The red dragon Cahill exhaled two streams of scorching white breath from her nostrils, interspersed with a few sparks, and grinned, revealing a wild and provocative smile.
"These are the glorious marks left by war! They are proof of strength!"
She paused, raised her head high, and glanced at the black and green dragons with a hint of disdain, saying, "You two weaklings who are not qualified to participate in a direct war, you certainly keep your scales shiny and well-maintained."
"They look almost exactly like those pampered metal dragons that have never experienced the baptism of blood and fire."
In fact, both the black and green dragons have many broken scales and scars that are a mix of old and new.
Those were marks left behind when they cleared out the undead's lair some time ago.
However, Cahill the Red Dragon completely ignored this point, displaying an extremely arrogant demeanor and speaking with utter disdain.
However, neither Serafina, with her dark and vengeful nature, nor Ludwig, who was usually cautious and meticulous, uttered a word of rebuttal or explanation regarding the derogatory and provocative words of the red dragon Cahill.
"Cahill is a red-skinned wild dragon with a naturally volatile temper. She's quick to anger, but the key point is that her combat strength is indeed very strong among dragons of the same age."
"There's no benefit in provoking her now; you'll only get beaten up for nothing, which is pointless."
"Let's avoid the limelight for now, and wait until we're stronger and have a higher ecological niche than Cahill before we find an opportunity to get our revenge with interest!"
The two dragons exchanged a knowing glance, reaching a tacit understanding in their hearts.
After all, they were all influenced by Therese's niche theory.
Even if their own understanding and practice may not reach the pinnacle level of Therese, they will not be like those wild dragons who are completely uneducated, who often disregard the difference in strength and consequences, and who get hot-blooded and insist on fighting to the death at the slightest verbal provocation.
"Ludwig and Serafina have their own duties and tasks."
At this moment, the blue dragon Heriam shook his head slightly and said objectively, "A large tribe cannot be managed well by relying solely on war and conquest."
"Logistics, threat mitigation, intelligence gathering, resource exploration. Other tasks are equally important."
He said seriously to the red dragon, "Cahill, your thinking is too one-sided."
Among the four young dragons of the new generation, the red dragon Cahill is too irritable and warlike, with a direct mindset; the black dragon Serafina has a gloomy personality and is sometimes too vengeful; and the green dragon Ludwig is sometimes overly cautious and indecisive.
In comparison.
Blue Dragon Hriam is often better able to think more comprehensively and logically from the perspective of the overall interests of the Horde and the dragonflight.
Therefore, he is currently the focus of Sorog's attention and development.
"snort!"
The red dragon Cahill spewed even thicker flames and black smoke from its nostrils, expressing its dissatisfaction, but it did not argue with the blue dragon.
On the one hand, she couldn't argue with the clear-thinking Herriam.
On the other hand, and more importantly, she couldn't beat him either.
Given their similar ages, the Wild Red Dragon should be stronger than the Storm Blue Dragon.
But repeated private sparring sessions have proven that she is indeed no match for Khriam.
Hisriam's individual talents compensated for the differences in racial stats between different dragon species.
In addition, although it was forced upon him, the red dragon Cahill had also been taught about niche theory.
She still has the personality of 'fighting with gusto', but she has also subtly learned some principles of seeking advantage and avoiding harm.
She can freely insult and provoke black and green dragons who she considers to be of lower ecological niche; but as for blue dragon Hriam, who is stronger than her and currently has a higher ecological niche... well, she won't stoop to his level.
When I become stronger and my ecological niche is reversed, I will trample him under my feet, humiliate him to my heart's content, and make him lick his claws!
Cahill thought viciously to himself.
"Speaking of which, does any of you know why the leader suddenly summoned all four of us together?" Ludwig, the green dragon, shook the rain off his tail and asked in confusion.
His words broke the brief silence.
Since arriving in the wilderness, they have rarely been summoned together to carry out different missions.
Blue Dragon Heriam shook his right wing to shake off the rainwater that had accumulated on it, and replied, "When the leader informed me, he only said that we had performed well recently and that we would be rewarded."
"However, the leader did not reveal what specific reward would be given."
The young dragons were filled with anticipation for this unknown reward from the leader of the dragon pack, temporarily forgetting their minor squabbles.
What could it be?
"Mountains of gold coins? Sparkling gems—some kind of powerful alchemical equipment? Or... are they allowing us to lead an army on our own?"
The teenagers eagerly awaited their arrival in the drizzling rain, their eyes frequently gazing towards the sky.
Not long after.
Waaah—!
A sudden, extremely strong gust of wind swept in first!
The continuous rain curtain was blown off course violently, almost turning into flying rain arrows.
The strong wind whipped up tiny waves from the puddles on the ground.
The teenage dragons seemed to sense something and all looked up.
A meteor, tearing through the gloomy rain, was approaching at an alarming speed, its immense power causing the surrounding rain to recoil.
In the blink of an eye, the blurry figure became clear.
A majestic and awe-inspiring dragon appeared before them and swiftly descended.
boom!
The heavy impact of the landing seemed to make the earth tremble. An invisible pressure spread out.
"Great King of Molten Iron, Heriam here, extends his highest greetings to you."
Blue Dragon was the first to bow his head and speak respectfully.
"leader!"
"Greetings to you, Your Majesty, Lord of the Crimson Wings!"
“.”
Red dragon Cahill, green dragon Ludwig, and black dragon Serafina followed closely behind, all bowing their heads and abandoning their previous postures, expressing their deepest awe and respect to the dragon leader in their own ways.
Cold rain streamed down their drooping necks.
"Hriam, Cahill, you have performed bravely and achieved remarkable results in the war in the Northwest."
Red Iron Dragon's gaze swept over Blue Dragon and Red Dragon, then turned to the other two: "Ludwig, Serafina, your task of clearing out and transforming the undead lair is equally important, concerning the foundation and future development, and you are making good progress."
He did not hold back his praise.
"Given your recent performance..."
The red iron dragon paused slightly, and the hearts of the four teenage dragons instantly jumped into their throats.
"...I have gathered you here to give you the reward you deserve."
Upon hearing this, the young dragons perked up immediately, their eyes seemingly lighting up.
Cahill, the most impatient of all, couldn't help but step forward and eagerly ask, "Chief, what exactly is the reward? Is it gems? Or is it permission to lead the legion alone?"
Instead of answering directly, the red iron dragon slowly raised its massive head and looked up at the overcast sky.
He sat upright on the ground like an iron sculpture, maintaining a majestic and imposing posture, and said, "Perfect timing, she has arrived."
"What the reward is... you'll see for yourselves."
The young dragons followed their leader's gaze, looking on with curiosity and anticipation.
Through the rain, another snow-white figure gradually became clearer, flying rapidly towards them and reflected in their widening vertical pupils.
The one who arrived was none other than the robust white dragon—Therese.
Upon seeing her arrival, the several teenage dragons were all taken aback, their faces showing surprise, as if they didn't understand why she was there.
Immediately afterwards.
A spark of emotion, long buried but never truly extinguished, was instantly ignited.
Images of how the white dragon, taking advantage of its age, repeatedly educated, humiliated, and suppressed him in various ways in the past flooded his mind like an uncontrollable tide.
It is vivid in my mind, crystal clear.
Almost simultaneously, the dragons all opened their mouths.
Their mouths stretched back, revealing a sinister smile that mixed with a multitude of emotions.
Even the usually calm and rational blue dragon Heriam couldn't suppress the excitement in his eyes, his breathing became heavy without him realizing it, and his muscles tensed slightly.
They understood instantly.
The reward the leader spoke of was not gold coins, gems, or magical items.
What they desired even more than these physical objects was the opportunity to openly and honestly avenge their humiliation!
(End of this chapter)
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