Chapter 385 My foolish younger brother has been captured by the King of Dragons!
The cold wind, carrying ice crystals, swept across the vast land like countless tiny blades.
The world was a blanket of white, with only the howling wind and snow dominating everything.
This was completely different from the noisy place filled with thunder and electric charges that the blue dragons were used to. This was a borderland shrouded and swept by a blizzard.
A sizable swarm of dragons is currently flying low over this unfamiliar snowfield.
The snow's light illuminated the leader's beautiful, sky-blue dragon scales, resembling fragments of a clear sky—it was none other than the Blue Dragon Zoraia.
With each flap of her powerful dragon wings, she cleaved through the biting, icy wind, and behind her followed more than twenty young dragons and fledglings, all much smaller than herself.
Blue dragons were the most numerous, interspersed with a few other types of evil dragon cubs.
They are all the new generation of the original Dominican dinosaurs, and they are now the ones who need to be reshaped and branded with a new mark.
These still-young dragons flapped their tender wings with all their might, trying to keep up with the leader's speed.
The young dragons flapped their still-tender wings, their eyes filled with confusion, unease, fear, and trepidation.
The King of Smelting Iron, the Dragon Who Slew His Father, the King of the Borderlands... The owner of this series of titles has recently been a shadow hanging over the hearts of all young dragons.
They all knew that the leader of Thunderheart was dead.
Now, they are about to be sent to the King of Iron to receive his "new" education.
Yes, education—Zoraia used this relatively mild-sounding word, but the young dragons' unease was not diminished in the slightest.
They almost unanimously believed that life ahead would likely be even more miserable and unbearable than it had been in the Dominican swarm.
"I...I heard that the King of Iron is extremely vicious and doesn't even blink when he kills dragons."
A young blue dragon lowered its voice and whispered to its companion beside it, its body trembling slightly: "If we accidentally anger him, he might kill us on the spot."
Almost simultaneously, another young red dragon let out an excited growl, its eyes burning with an ambition beyond its years.
"King of Molten Iron? Hmph! Listen, one day I will take his place!"
His words were ignored.
Even a timid female blue dragon trembled.
"No...it's not just brutal and vicious."
She said, "I've heard that he even feeds on dragons! He's a terrifying dragon-eating dragon!"
"If we're sent there, we'll definitely be used as reserve food!"
Panic spread quietly among the dragons like a plague.
The little dragons began to stir, their eyes darting around, showing signs of scattering and fleeing.
One clever little green dragon had even sneaked to the very edge of the group, preparing to escape at any opportunity.
Snap!
A streak of emerald green lightning, as if it were alive, suddenly shot out and struck all the little dragons that were whispering to each other or showing signs of trying to escape.
The intense numbness caused their bodies to convulse violently, almost causing them to lose their balance and fall from the sky.
"Silence! No whispering, no spreading rumors!"
Zolaya's deep and authoritative voice rang out, and all the little dragons instantly fell silent, not daring to make any more noise.
After successfully intimidating the restless little ones, Zolaya's expression softened slightly.
She slowed her flight, allowing her voice to reach each of the little dragons clearly.
“Listen, there are no storms like those at Thunder Bluff here. The environment may be harsh for you.”
"But cold can temper your will, and silence can allow you to hear the voice of your own heart more clearly, instead of being forever drowned out by the noise of the outside world and the clamor of the old order."
“I brought you to the border not to feed you, nor to cruelly mistreat you.”
The blue dragon Zolaya continued in a deep voice, "The Iron King gave you the opportunity to survive and become powerful, not to be destroyed."
"You are lucky."
"I sent you here in the hope that you will receive new teachings, grow into stronger dragons, and have a future different from the past."
Hearing these words, which were not meant to be a threat but rather carried a hint of hope, the little dragons' restless emotions calmed down considerably.
Fear still prevailed over them when it came to the Iron King they had never met, but at the same time, an irrepressible curiosity was quietly growing in their hearts—curious about just how powerful he was, and curious about the majesty he possessed.
As for hatred? That's far from the point.
In the social laws of the dragon, the law of the jungle and the supremacy of the strong are natural and just.
Moreover, their living environment in the Dominican swarm was far from pleasant, as they suffered from bullying by older saurus species and oppression from above.
What kept them in the dragon pack in the past was nothing more than the greater dangers outside and the expectation that they would be able to turn around and oppress other dragons once they became powerful.
Just then.
Behind the distant curtain of snow, the hazy outline of a huge valley gradually became clear.
Dragon Valley, their destination on this journey, is also the beginning of an unknown destiny.
"We've arrived."
Zola said coldly, "Stop your fear and anxiety! Remember, cowards will never be valued or respected in any dragon pack!"
She didn't want these little guys' timid and poor performance to affect the reliable image she had built in Garus's mind.
As time passed, the young dragons and hatchlings drew closer and closer to the valley entrance.
They saw the densely packed sentry posts and defensive structures surrounding the valley, felt the scrutinizing gazes of heavily armed guards, and saw the disciplined swarms of flying dragons patrolling high in the sky.
What particularly catches the eye is a dark red fortress that seems to be burning quietly in the wind and snow.
It stands majestically, exuding a magnificent and glorious aura.
This place... looks much more imposing and imposing than Thunder Cliff... Many of the little dragons had this thought on their own.
The Dominican swarm's retinue was not large enough.
The defenses of Thundercliff are also mainly handled by dragons, and it doesn't seem as formidable as the area here.
Besides the initial unease and curiosity, the young dragons and hatchlings gradually developed an indescribable sense of anticipation.
Soon after, the blue dragon Zolaya led the dragon herd into the interior of Dragon Valley.
Boom! Bang!
The dull thuds of impact echoed from not far away, never ceasing.
The little dragons all opened their eyes wide and looked in the direction of the sound.
In a specially cleared, expansive area, a majestic and powerful dragon was ignoring the cries and pleas for mercy of its prey, and was training a metallic dragon that looked like a hybrid in a highly oppressive manner.
"It is...it is the powerful King of Molten Iron himself!"
"My God! He's actually torturing a metal dragon prisoner?! He must be the worst of the worst, a prime example for us!"
"I want to be like him when I grow up!"
"I will take his place one day!"
“.”
Disorder broke out again among the young dragons and fledglings, who couldn't help but shout and crane their necks, trying to get a clearer view of the powerful and intimidating scene in the distance.
Just then.
A clear tremor suddenly came from the ground!
Their view was instantly and completely blocked by a huge wall covered with white scales.
More accurately, it was a very strong white dragon.
Her muscles were bulging and strong. Although her overall size might not be as large as a red dragon of the same size, it was definitely far larger than that of an ordinary white dragon. Her body was covered with thick, snow-white scales, and she exuded a fierce and chilling aura.
It was the White Dragon Therese.
She had been excitedly waiting for a long time ever since she learned that a large number of baby dragons were about to arrive in Dragon Valley.
If it weren't for the need to carefully create a sufficiently dignified entrance, she probably would have eagerly gone to greet him halfway there.
"They are now in your hands."
Zolaya spoke to the white dragon, knowing it was the nurturer of Dragon Valley.
The blue dragon eagerly flapped its wings, flew past Therese, and headed towards the area where the Iron King was located.
White Dragon Therese's gaze was as cold as a knife as she swept over each of the little dragons present. A slow grin spread across her lips, revealing a smile of pleasure that sent chills down the spines of all the fledglings and young dragons.
"Crawlers."
She spoke slowly, saying, "From this day forward, I, Therese, am your instructor in Dragon Valley! All of you dragons must unconditionally obey my orders!"
It's just a mere white scale.
A blue dragon, nearly 12 years old and considered one of the older ones in the group, couldn't help but mutter under its breath, its face filled with resentment and disdain.
In the Dominic Dragonflight's class system, the White Dragon is always at the bottom of the oppressive chain, a being they despise.
Even though the white dragon in front of them was larger and older, it could not immediately change their deep-rooted prejudices.
Therese's dragon head suddenly turned, its gaze instantly locking onto the blue baby dragon that was muttering softly.
Surprisingly, she didn't get angry; instead, her smile became even more delightful.
call!
A sudden, fierce gust of icy wind swept by, pulling the arrogant blue dragon off the group.
The next moment, the white dragon Therese's enormous claws reached out and grabbed him in mid-air, then mercilessly stomped him under her feet, crushing him with her cold claws.
"very good."
"It seems there are still some youngsters among you who don't quite understand the situation."
Therese smiled brightly and said, "Then, next, I will teach you the most important and basic lesson in the life of a dragon in the most direct way."
"—Recognize your own ecological niche!"
What she loved most was training these self-important, arrogant, yet incredibly weak dragons, making them deeply understand niche theory and teaching them to maintain due awe and respect for the existence of higher niches.
On the other side.
The blue dragon Zolaya stood quietly at the edge of the training area, craning her neck to watch the Iron King, who was training intensely while simultaneously manipulating the Crimson Silver Dragon.
She didn't make a sound to disturb them, but waited quietly, like the most patient spectator.
Under Zolaya's gaze, the already exhausted Crimson Silver Dragon groaned a few times. Seemingly stimulated by some invisible competitive spirit, it gritted its teeth and continued to persevere, showing greater resilience than usual, until it finally collapsed to the ground, utterly exhausted, its chest heaving violently, only able to gasp for breath.
Seeing this, Galos temporarily stopped his spurring and training of her.
Zoraya seized the opportunity and approached at the right moment, whispering in a gentle tone, "My noble and mighty dragon lord, because of your illustrious name, our dragon horde's expansion in the central region has been very smooth, with almost no decent resistance."
She gave a brief report on the recent situation in the central region.
"Hmm, well done."
Galos nodded in agreement.
His gaze fell on Zolaya's beautiful and unique forked dragon horns, and he suddenly said, "Attack me with your most powerful skill."
Upon hearing this, Zolaya raised her head in surprise.
Meeting the Red Iron Dragon's calm yet unquestionable gaze, she immediately realized his seriousness and solemnly replied, "Yes, my lord. However, please be careful, my attack is not a simple lightning-based attack."
After saying that, she took a deep breath of the cold air and raised her long neck.
Sizzle—sizzle—!
Unlike ordinary blue dragons, arcs of electricity, emerald green in color, leaped and flickered among her scales, rapidly converging towards the tips of her forked horns.
Finally, between her horns, a ball of lightning, unstable and pulsating, shimmering with a dangerous emerald light, coalesced.
call out!
The emerald green lightning ball seemed to teleport away in an instant, and the next moment it had already slammed solidly into the red iron dragon's broad and sturdy chest.
At the moment the lightning ball struck, Galos did not feel the strong physical impact he had expected.
His body didn't even sway at all.
However, the lightning ball exploded the moment it made contact, turning into countless fine, spiderweb-like emerald green arcs of electricity that crackled and spread wildly across his body, as if weaving together a highly corrosive web of lightning.
These electric arcs have a strong energy-eroding effect.
They actually penetrated through Garos's dense dragon scale defenses and seeped deep into his body.
In addition to the slight numbness and tingling pain, Galos also clearly felt a sudden dizziness, an uncontrollable itch deep in his throat, and a series of cramps in his abdomen... all these negative symptoms came at the same time.
The area of scales that was hit head-on by the lightning ball even began to show signs resembling pustules.
He felt as if he had been instantly poisoned by some powerful compound toxin, and a strong sense of discomfort surged throughout his body.
No wonder it could affect even the semi-elemental Thunderheart; it's truly remarkable.
He thought to himself.
However, for Galus, this discomfort that permeated his entire body brought a strange, distorted sense of comfort.
"It feels pretty good."
Red Iron Dragon gave Zolaya an approving look.
His resistance to poison primarily stems from the poison he absorbed from the Cliff Serpent Dragon in his early years.
But that was a long time ago.
As his life level continues to increase and his physical body grows stronger, Garos's poison resistance is also passively increasing. However, compared with other resistances such as fire, lightning, and ice, the increase is relatively limited and gradually falls behind his overall defense level.
Zolaya's poison can help him make up for this weakness and conduct targeted resistance training.
The blue dragon Zoraia paused for a moment, then her eyes flashed sharply as she caught the genuine interest in the red iron dragon's eyes.
"As you wish, my dragon lord, my king."
She held nothing back and began to gather all her energy, bombarding Garus's massive body with one emerald green lightning ball after another.
Time is passing by at a leisurely pace.
When Zolaya's energy was almost completely depleted, the Red Iron Dragon was completely enveloped by dense, emerald-green arcs of electricity, with crackling and popping sounds filling the air.
His body was covered with obvious signs of poisoning, and his scales showed signs of severe corrosion.
But he remained standing, as if these negative states, which would have caused other dragons to fall in agony, were merely another form of baptism for him.
At this moment, Zolaya, panting, whispered, "The dragons under your command are all exceptionally strong, and you yourself are incredibly powerful."
"Could you please guide me in my training? I would like to learn your training methods and aspire to become as strong as you."
Every time she came over, she could almost always see Hong Tielong exercising tirelessly.
So, she catered to his preferences and made this request.
"Hmph, scheming dragon!"
The crimson-silver dragon, sprawled on the ground, snorted inwardly, forced himself to sit up, and gave Zoraia a slightly stiff smile.
"Want to learn? I can teach you the basics on behalf of Galos."
She didn't want the blue dragon to have the sole opportunity to contact Garros.
Zolaya clearly sensed the hostility emanating from the Crimson Silver Dragon.
She didn't seem to mind, returning a gentle, harmless smile and saying, "Okay, that would be my pleasure." After a pause, a worried look appeared on her face as she looked at Deborah: "However, you seem very tired. Don't you really need to rest for a while? I can wait."
Without saying a word, the Crimson Silver Dragon pulled out a bottle of magic potion that could quickly restore physical strength and swallowed it.
"No need, I'm fine. We can start now."
She struggled to her feet and gestured for Zolaya to follow: "There's not enough room here. Come with me to another area, and I'll teach you properly."
She emphasized the word "instruction" before leading the blue dragon Zoraya away from Garros and heading to the other side of the training ground.
Under Garos's personal influence, the entire Dragon Valley seemed to have transformed into a giant training ground filled with the smell of sweat and fire.
After the Blue Dragon and the Crimson Silver Dragon left, Garos remained focused on his training program.
Afterward, he took some time to soar into the sky and focus on flexibility training amidst the howling wind and snow.
Alberto, who was fiddling with his dragon horns at the bottom of the valley below, saw this scene and stopped what he was doing.
"Garos, take this!"
Adhering to the unwavering belief of "fighting again and again despite repeated defeats," he let out a stirring dragon roar and once again soared into the sky with great enthusiasm.
Then, as usual, he was whipped around in the air like a golden top.
Alberto, however, seemed to enjoy it immensely, gritting his teeth and persevering through each blow, trying to find an opportunity to fight back or make progress.
at the same time.
A long, slender dragon, clad in gleaming golden scales, had already silently swept across the sky.
She crossed the turbulent Estonian River and entered the increasingly dense and snowy airspace of the border region, continuing to soar and fly in the direction she sensed.
Throughout the journey, Natasha was filled with surprise and uncertainty.
Since stepping into the border area, she noticed the uniformly styled monster outposts and patrols scattered throughout the land.
All these signs indicate that this vast region is under the same lord.
Moreover, it is highly likely to be a dragon from the evil faction.
Most importantly, the location signal of her troublesome younger brother Alberto also points here.
As the distance closed, Natasha the Golden Dragon could clearly smell the strong dragon aura permeating the air.
The quantity far exceeded her expectations.
Fortunately, most of them are quite young and probably not very old.
"My foolish and arrogant younger brother... could he have been captured by the lord of some evil dragon pack?"
Although she personally disciplined Alberto quite a bit and rather enjoyed the process, it was mainly because he was just too annoying to handle.
She would never allow other evil dragons to humiliate and trample on her blood relatives.
This is the bottom line that the Golden Dragon Clan cannot cross!
Using the thick snow as natural cover, Natasha, with a serious expression and sharp eyes, continued to stealthily move towards Alberto's location.
She wanted to see just what kind of evil dragon king dared to detain her brother.
(End of this chapter)
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