Chapter 371 He finally vented his anger by insulting the mother dragon.
Why are you so concerned about this life level?
Deborah muttered to herself, but dared not show it on her face.
Under the stern gaze of her silver dragon father, she wisely chose to remain silent, lowered her head slightly, and focused her eyes intently on her forepaws covered with silver scales, adopting a submissive and attentive demeanor. She would nod occasionally in agreement, as if she had deeply memorized every word of her father's admonition.
Seeing Deborah's attitude, the silver dragon Edley wisely stopped there and didn't continue his long lecture.
After a moment, he slowly stopped speaking and turned his gaze back to Galos beside him.
The sternness in his eyes was immediately replaced by gentleness and appreciation.
"Compared to dragons like you who fight and grow in the wilderness, the young metal dragons are indeed too well protected."
Adri's voice sighed, "Their path to adulthood has been smooth, with few real dangers or life-or-death trials, and they lack the necessary tempering."
"In peaceful and stable times, this might not be a big deal, but in today's turbulent era..."
At this point, Silver Dragon shook his head slightly, not continuing, but letting out a faint sigh and falling silent.
Garos seemed to be deep in thought, keenly catching the information implied in the silver dragon's words. He then asked, "I've heard that the Metal Dragon Domain has been closed for decades, supposedly because the entire race is using its strength to assist the Twenty-Four Winged Golden Dragon King in his attempt to break through to the Immortal Realm."
"Now that the Dragon Realm has been unsealed, what will the final outcome be?"
He already had some vague guesses about this, but he couldn't be sure. Perhaps this robust metal dragon in front of him could provide the answer.
"The outcome... is still uncertain, but the prospects are likely not optimistic."
Edley spoke slowly, his tone becoming somewhat somber: "Those older and more powerful dragons merely announced the lifting of the closure of the Dragon Realm, but they haven't made any clear statement regarding the specific situation of the Golden Dragon King."
Sometimes, silence itself is an expression of attitude.
Upon hearing the silver dragon's meaningful reply, Garos's heart sank slightly.
"Hopefully, it was just a failed attempt to break through to a higher realm, and that the Golden Dragon King himself is safe and able to maintain his previous state."
"Garos said in a low voice."
This is perhaps the best possibility under the current circumstances.
Upon hearing this, the silver dragon Edley's eyes flashed with surprise, and he said, "Oh? It sounds like you'd rather the Golden Dragon King be safe and sound?"
He had assumed that Garus, a red iron dragon who struggled to survive in the wilderness and had little connection with the metal dragon race, would be more indifferent to the matter.
Galos nodded slightly, gazing calmly at the distant sky, and said, "Of course."
"Metal dragons, five-colored dragons, iron dragons... No matter how complicated our internal relationships are, whether we fight or make peace, we ultimately belong to the dragon race."
"We all prosper together, and we all suffer together; it's a very simple principle."
The existence of the Golden Dragon King seems to have no direct connection with the fate of individual evil dragons.
But in any case.
If a Dragon King, symbolizing the strongest among the dragon race, were to fall in sorrow, all the dragons on the entire planet Bernardo would inevitably be affected, whether overtly or covertly, the only difference being the degree of the impact.
Edley glanced sideways again, giving Galos a deep look.
This red iron dragon has suffered from the world's prejudice and malice since childhood, struggling to survive, yet it still possesses such foresight and magnanimity that transcends its own perspective! It truly deserves to be a junior that I admire more and more.
"If every member of our dragon race possessed the foresight and magnanimity of you, Garus, our dragon race might still be standing at the top of the world, looking down upon all living beings."
Silver Dragon said with a touch of emotion, his tone carrying a hint of reminiscence for the glorious past.
The dragons' innate arrogance is not without reason.
In the distant and ancient glorious era, which the dragons called the "First Era," the dragons were the undisputed sole rulers of many planes and countless worlds. Their shadows shrouded the boundless sky, and their claws dominated the vast lands and the deep seas.
In that era.
The mighty giants were skilled craftsmen who built magnificent palaces and cities for the dragons, and could also serve as servants who charged into battle; the elegant elves were servants who offered beautiful songs, dances and art, or were precious pets kept in captivity; and the humans who are now scattered all over the world were, at that time, insignificant creatures dependent on powerful races.
Almost all intelligent races depend on the breath of dragons for survival.
However, times have changed.
Today, the combined strength of humans, giants, elves, and others is in no way inferior to that of the dragons.
Although the dragon race remains powerful and a formidable force that no power can ignore, it has lost its former glory and is far from its peak of dominance during the First Era.
The legacy of Galus contains this magnificent history.
He also understood why the dragon race had fallen from its throne of dominance.
The collapse of a powerful empire often begins with internal cracks.
Even the first era of dragon rule could not escape this fate.
Lacking a sufficiently powerful external threat, friction and conflict between different branches of dragons, stemming from differences in nature and ideology, increased daily. Dragons who worshipped different dragon gods and belonged to different factions gradually became irreconcilable enemies.
Ultimately, a massive civil war that engulfed the entire dragon race inevitably broke out.
Countless dragons perished in their infighting.
Countless glorious dragon cities were reduced to ruins.
The first era of dragon rule ended tragically amidst this fierce internal strife.
Taking advantage of the dragons' greatest weakness, the giants and elves were the first to sound the horn of rebellion. Many races that had long been suppressed by the dragons followed suit, uniting to fight against their former rulers and ushering in the magnificent Second Age.
After one brutal war after another over a thousand years, the dragon race was completely dethroned from its pedestal of dominance, while the giants and elves also paid a heavy price and suffered a great loss of strength under the dragon race's fierce counterattack.
Ultimately, the various forces gradually ceased hostilities and entered a period of recuperation, bringing an end to the Second Age of resistance against the dragons' dominance.
Today, the human race has risen to prominence, while other races such as orcs and dwarves are also growing and developing rapidly.
Dragons, giants, elves... these former overlords, though no longer at their peak, are still powerful forces not to be underestimated.
The world entered the Third Age, a time of multi-ethnic coexistence, flourishing diversity, and a blend of competition and cooperation.
"Sing to rest, heir of the dragon!"
The silver dragon Edley's tone suddenly became impassioned and solemn, and he recited in an ancient and melodious aria:
"You shall inherit the great cause of the Dragon God and reign over the former First World—though it is now a shattered past!"
This line is from the final chapter of "The Song of the Dragon".
It was a magnificent ballad that sang the entire history of the rise and fall of the dragon race, and even reflected the development trajectory of many world planes, and was engraved in the inherited memory of all dragons.
In Garros's view, the "Song of the Dragons" inevitably carries a tendency to glorify the dragon race, and even deliberately downplays the tragic civil war that led to the end of the First Age. However, the history and spirit it carries still make it widely circulated among the dragon race and deeply remembered by many dragons, especially metal dragons.
"The First World of the past, the first age ruled by us dragons."
Silver Dragon's tone returned to normal, and he sighed, "Unfortunately, time cannot be turned back, and the wheels of history will only roll forward. We can no longer go back. Now we can only look to the future and do our best, hoping that in this new era, our dragon race can still have a stable place."
Galos didn't feel much about it.
Due to their harsh living environment and cruel upbringing, dragons tend to focus on the present, being pragmatic and calm.
On the contrary, many metal dragons have a nostalgic sentiment in their bones and like to reminisce about the glorious past. The silver dragon Edley in front of us is obviously no exception.
"If the dragon race truly has the opportunity to recreate the glory of the First Age, I'm afraid that the metal dragons, who usually pride themselves on order and kindness, will be even more insane and persistent than most evil dragons."
Galos thought to himself, without a doubt about it.
Suddenly, a question that had crossed his mind since childhood but which he had never been able to answer flashed through his mind.
“My heritage mentions that in the distant past, the Atheros were once part of the Metal Dragons. In the early First Age, there was no such thing as an independent Atheros.”
Galos looked at Edley and raised his question.
"However, the records are vague and do not clearly state why the Atheros were later expelled from the Metal Dragon race."
He paused, then continued with another question: "Furthermore, deep within the inheritance of my own Iron Dragon bloodline, there is a vague mention of a being known as the Sub-Iron Dragon King. It is said that his power is comparable to the great Platinum Dragon God and the Immortal Dragon Queen, and he is even revered as the Supreme Dragon King."
"However, such a being who should be famous throughout countless worlds has no specific deeds passed down among the dragons, except for vague fragments in the inheritance. It is truly puzzling, and we do not know whether these rumors are true or false."
He looked at the silver dragon and asked, "Does the legacy of the metal dragon offer clearer answers to these secrets?"
Upon hearing this, the silver dragon shook its head slightly.
"The First Era is far too distant from the present day, and the dust of time has buried too many truths." He said frankly, "When it comes to the specific history of that ancient era, there are also many gaps and ambiguities in the heritage of our metal dragons, and much information is only fragmented and incomplete."
Galos's question was just a sudden inspiration and asked on a whim.
Since he couldn't get a definite answer, he put the question aside for the time being and didn't pursue it any further.
Meanwhile, Serena, the copper dragon who had been quietly observing, turned her gaze to the young iron dragon.
“Garos, the bloodshot in your eyes seems a bit unusual?” she observed keenly. “I feel your mental state is somewhat unstable. You were full of aggression and agitation during the battle, and although you’ve calmed down a bit now, I can still sense something is off.”
She paused, then asked directly, "This can't be explained by simple lack of sleep or mental fatigue, can it?"
Hearing his partner's detailed observations and questions, the silver dragon Edri also turned his inquiring gaze to Garos.
He had vaguely sensed that something was wrong with Galos's condition, but because his attention was more focused on the sparring and his daughter, he didn't investigate further.
Now that Serena had pointed it out, he realized the crux of the problem.
"Have you encountered some difficult situation? Perhaps, with my experience and abilities, I can be of assistance."
Under the watchful eyes of the two metal dragons, Garos pondered for a moment, then, feeling there was no need to hide the matter, said directly, "Yes, something has indeed happened."
"Just recently, I devised a plan to ambush and ultimately ended the life of the red dragon Gorsas with my own hands."
Edley, who had initially shown an understanding expression, subconsciously replied, "Oh, so this is what caused your mental strain... Wait a minute!"
Before he could finish speaking, his brain had barely processed the astonishing information contained in his words, and his voice suddenly faltered.
His dragon eyes widened, and his voice suddenly rose uncontrollably, even cracking slightly: "What did you say?! You killed the red dragon Gorsas?! That Madfire Bloodflame Gorsas?! Your father?"
The shock he felt was like a raging storm, indescribable.
Edley had dealt with the red dragon Gorsas in his early years and knew how terrifying and troublesome that madman was.
“Gorsas has returned to the wilderness, his temperament has become increasingly violent and mad, posing a great threat to all living things around him, including me.”
Galos recounted the events calmly, as if he were talking about something that had nothing to do with him.
"I set up an ambush beforehand, used up a precious item, gathered allies, and after a fierce battle, I managed to kill him by sheer luck."
His description was understated, omitting the thrilling details and the heavy price he paid.
However, Edley and Serena on the other side exchanged a glance, both seeing deep shock and disbelief in each other's eyes.
Although Galos mentioned prerequisites such as ambush, tools, and outnumbering the enemy, Edley didn't see these as the key points.
In the past, other powerful beings or forces have attempted to deal with Gorsas using similar methods.
But in the end, only Galus, who was standing before him, succeeded.
Facts speak louder than words.
The infamous red dragon Gorsas did indeed fall to the claws of this young red iron dragon.
"It doesn't seem too unfair that I lost to such an outrageous young dragon..."
The thought flashed through Yinlong's mind for a moment, but then a deeper sigh and complex emotions welled up in his heart.
"Having such a crazy father, and ultimately having to kill him with your own hands."
"What a pitiful child with such a tragic fate."
At almost the same time, Edley and Serena felt the same pity and sigh.
Such an extremely cruel thing as father and son killing each other is almost impossible among the Metal Dragon Clan, who value kinship and inheritance.
The metal dragon elders valued and carefully nurtured their offspring.
Metal dragon descendants also typically have a deep dependence on and trust in their elders.
Wait a minute… Silver Dragon suddenly remembered something, turned his gaze to his daughter Deborah, who was also looking surprised, and asked in a calm tone with a half-smile, “Did you already know about Garros killing Gorsas?”
Deborah nodded instinctively when she heard her father's question.
However, the moment she nodded, she caught a glimpse of the cold light that flashed in the eyes of the silver dragon's father, and her heart skipped a beat, realizing something was wrong.
"My dearest father~"
Deborah reacted quickly, immediately using the sweetest and most coquettish tone to try to change the subject, while moving closer to the silver dragon and rubbing her head against her father's shoulder armor.
“Let’s go back to Red Maple Valley together in a little while! I’ve missed you and Mother so much! When I get back, I’ll definitely stay with you for a while to ease my longing.”
She said in a coquettish tone.
However, the silver dragon Edley merely let out a cold snort without any expression.
Without even glancing at his daughter who was desperately trying to be cute, he said directly, "You don't need to rush back to Red Maple Valley. You can stay here."
Then, he turned his head, looked at Galos with gentle eyes, and said solemnly, "Garos, I'm entrusting my good-for-nothing daughter to your care and discipline for now."
"Please don't be too soft on her. Train with her more often. You should know that a flower carefully nurtured in a greenhouse can never truly withstand the storms of the outside world. I sincerely hope that under your influence and guidance, she can become as excellent and strong as you."
After a period of time.
"I'll try to make a potion to suppress the maniacal fire, or an alchemical tool that can help you. I'll let you know when I have the results."
With a final word, the silver dragon Edri and the bronze dragon Serena took flight and, under Deborah's tearful gaze, left Dragon Valley without a backward glance, leaving Deborah still bewildered in the wind.
"Am I officially being kicked out of my home?"
It took Deborah a while to recover from this sudden turn of events. She blinked, looked at the red iron dragon beside her, and asked incredulously.
"Judging from what your father said, it seems so."
Red Iron Dragon nodded.
Then, he grinned and said, "There is one more thing I cannot fail in the trust and entrustment of Lord Edley."
“Deborah, it’s been a long time since you’ve worked out with me.”
"Come on, let's start over now and begin exercising."
Deborah did indeed muster the courage to train with Garros for a period of time in her early years.
However, given Galos's almost self-torturing training intensity and unusual frequency, among the dragons around him, perhaps only the golden dragon Alberto could barely grit his teeth and keep up. After persisting for a while, Deborah eventually gave up because she couldn't bear it and hasn't participated for a long time since.
As they were talking.
Garus's massive body began to approach the Crimson Silver Dragon step by step, its heavy footsteps echoing dully on the ground.
"No, no! Your training intensity is too high. I don't think it's suitable for someone like me... um... a dragon that leans towards magic-based development..."
Deborah felt an invisible pressure and, as she spoke, involuntarily took a slow step back, her eyes darting around, searching for a way to escape.
However, at this moment, with the effects of the Mad Fire not yet fully subsided, Garos was clearly more aggressive and offensive, and would not tolerate the behavior of the Crimson Silver Dragon as easily as usual.
He suddenly approached with a speed far exceeding Deborah's reaction time, and a giant claw covered with thick scales stretched out like lightning, accurately and firmly grabbing the Crimson Silver Dragon's long and elegant silver tail!
"Hey?! Wait! Galos! Let's talk this out!"
Deborah exclaimed.
Garos paid no heed to this. With a little effort, he dragged the struggling Crimson Silver Dragon step by step toward the training ground.
"It seems that Garus has finally taken my advice and is venting his inner rage by humiliating and forcing other dragons for amusement."
On the other side of the training field, White Dragon Therese noticed this scene.
A hint of understanding flashed in her eyes, but she ultimately shook her head with some regret.
"But why... am I not the one who has to bear all of this?"
She muttered to herself, her gaze fixed on the crimson-silver dragon being dragged along by Garos, her eyes filled with envy.
Meanwhile, while Garos remained at the border, struggling to adapt to the effects of the manic fire within him and forcing the Crimson Silver Dragon to train with him.
In the vast and dangerous Sel Wilderness, in the central region, lies the habitat of a powerful dragon clan named Dominic.
Boom—!
The sky, which had been clear, suddenly changed dramatically. Thick, inky clouds gathered from all directions, and streaks of blinding lightning darted through the clouds like silver snakes. A muffled rumble of thunder rolled in, as if a giant beast was roaring in the sky.
A few seconds later.
A loud, majestic, and powerful dragon roar suddenly resounded from the deepest part of the dragon's lair. The sound waves, as if they were tangible, pierced through the clouds and echoed for a long time between the vast sky and the mountains, announcing the awakening of something.
Upon hearing this dragon's roar, which contained both majesty and a familiar aura...
All the dragons that inhabited this area, whether soaring through the sky or lurking in their lairs, raised their heads and looked in the direction from which the dragon's roar came.
Their faces all showed expressions of excitement, awe, or anticipation.
This dragon's roar signifies that the supreme leader of the dragon horde has finally ended his prime-life slumber.
Upon awakening, the leader of the Dominic dragon pack will have a health level of at least twenty.
Even if they cannot break through to the legendary level, they will come very close and become a powerful being in the first tier below the legendary level.
The entire Dominicosaurus herd has been dormant for far too long, waiting for its leader to complete this crucial slumber.
And now, with this resounding announcement echoing through the heavens.
The Dominican dragon herd no longer needs to lie dormant; it can now unleash its sharp claws upon the Serr wilderness.
(End of this chapter)
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