Chapter 436 The Iron Dragon Envoy, Blood Reunion, Mysterious Legend
Beneath the vast sky of the fertile plains, dragons of various shapes spread their wings and soar freely.
Leticia, the Iron Dragon who has entered her prime, is also among the dragons.
She flapped her metallic, iron-gray dragon wings, circling and soaring low in the sky, her eyes lowered as she gazed at the orderly and bustling construction scene on the ground below.
Finally, her gaze shifted to the red iron dragon, who was talking quietly with Sorog.
Even she, his own mother, couldn't help but feel an indescribable sense of awe at that massive, imposing body.
Who would have thought that such a mighty creature was an adult dragon that had not yet undergone the baptism of a dormant period?
All things considered, Galus is not yet 110 years old.
In the long lifespan of dragons, this is considered extremely young.
However, at such a young age, he had already reached the threshold of establishing his own country and was about to complete this great feat.
The entire wilderness of Sel is now under the majesty and power of this red iron dragon.
Her position was somewhat delicate, as she was situated in the wilderness.
It was neither entirely under the direct control of the Iron Smelting Tribe, nor had anyone ever dared to disturb her peace. The Iron Smelting Tribe even reserved a rather nice piece of land for her, centered around her sinkhole nest.
Leticia knew very well that this was a special favor from Red Iron Dragon to her mother.
Clearly, Garus's attitude toward his parents was quite different from that of ordinary, cold-blooded dragons who disregarded kinship.
While not as intimately connected as with metal dragons, they at least show some care and respect, avoiding complete neglect and never regarding each other as enemies.
"Gorsas... if his personality had been more normal, less paranoid and insane, perhaps he wouldn't have met such an early end..."
She thought to herself silently, and couldn't help but let out a silent sigh.
After a few seconds of contemplation, Leticia gathered her scattered thoughts, folded her wings, adjusted her direction, and descended towards the mountain peak where the Red Iron Dragon was located.
The terrain here is rugged and narrow, making it somewhat crowded for a dragon.
Using her shapeshifting magic, a faint light shimmered around her as her massive dragon body rapidly contracted and transformed, ultimately becoming a tall, aloof human woman. She retained the two horns on her forehead and the graceful dragon tail behind her, as symbols of her dragon identity.
Finally, she landed directly in front of Garus's enormous dragon head.
"Good afternoon, Mother."
The enormous dragon lowered its heavy head slightly, gazing at the seemingly tiny figure below, and offered a simple greeting.
Sorog, standing nearby, merely glanced at it, his reaction indifferent.
Leticia looked up and said, "Garos, my proudest child."
"You are about to become the only king of this wilderness, and your kingdom will rule this vast land. This makes me extremely proud and honored."
She paused, her tone becoming more serious, and continued, "You have always reserved independent territory for me, and I know that this is a special privilege you have given me out of blood ties."
"However, you are about to be crowned king and establish a well-ordered kingdom."
“I can no longer enjoy this extraordinary privilege so comfortably. Perhaps the kingdom’s map needs to be completed with this last piece of the puzzle.”
Garus's face, covered in fine scales, remained expressionless, but his eyes burned like torches.
"What are you trying to say, Mother? Just state your thoughts directly."
Under his gaze, Leticia unconsciously took a deep breath, made up her mind, and then asked, "In the kingdom you are about to establish, will there be a place for me?"
"I am willing to give up my independent status and officially become a member of it."
"I am willing to serve this country as a lord, or in any capacity you deem appropriate."
Upon hearing this, the Red Iron Dragon's massive head bobbed slightly up and down, making a gesture of affirmation.
"You came up with this idea later than I expected."
He said
Leticia tucked a strand of her long hair behind her ear, which had been ruffled by the wind, and said frankly, "Before this... I still harbored a sliver of hope that I could make something of myself through my own efforts."
"However, the reality is cruel; the development of my territory is too slow, far too slow."
"Instead of struggling slowly alone, let's work together to build a more magnificent and powerful nation."
Sorog, who had been silent for a long time, finally grinned and revealed a smile.
“Welcome,” he said proudly, his voice booming. “There is much you need to know about our kingdom, and I would be happy to tell you when I have more free time.”
Iron Dragon's dream has always been to establish a powerful and orderly nation led by dragons.
In his eyes, any new dragon willing to join the kingdom was something to be happy and celebrate, regardless of the other's identity or whether they were blood relatives.
After a brief exchange, Leticia cast her shapeshifting spell again, reverting to her dragon form.
She spread her wings and returned to the sky, gazing down at the colossal capital city that was rising from the ground.
Sorog stretched his dragon body, preparing to once again oversee the progress of the various projects.
However, there was one more thing he needed to take care of before leaving.
He looked at the red iron dragon and asked, "Gorton has sent a contact request. Do you have time to respond now?"
Galos, his gaze still fixed on the distance, said, "Okay."
The next moment, the blood ties were skillfully constructed by Sorog.
Gorton's excited and eager voice immediately rang in the minds of Garros and Sorog.
"My dear brothers! Great news! I have officially received approval from the Royal Court of Lorthen to attend your founding ceremony as one of the kingdom's envoys!"
"Haha, a hundred years! A full hundred years!"
"I can finally return to that familiar wilderness, see you all with my own eyes, and feel the free wind!"
Over the years, through blood ties, Gorton has heard countless legendary stories about his relatives' struggles and development in the wilderness.
Now, finally having the opportunity to return to the wilderness in person, Gorton's excitement and anticipation have reached their peak, almost overflowing.
He calmed his excited emotions slightly, but his tone remained fervent as he said, "And I intend to take this opportunity to formally leave the Kingdom of Lorthen, stay in the wilderness, fight alongside you, and never go back!"
Upon hearing this, Sorog immediately stopped smiling.
His tone became serious and solemn as he said, "No, Gorton, it is more beneficial for our entire dragonflight to stay in the Kingdom of Lorthorn."
He knew Gorton's personality well; in fact, Gorton had not taken on many substantial responsibilities in Lorthorn.
However, as a blood relative of the Ignas dragons, his presence in the Lorthorn court was a symbol of the friendly and cooperative relationship between the two sides, carrying a certain political significance.
Moreover, given Gorton's unreliable personality, there are no important positions suitable for him back in the wilderness.
He's better suited to stay in Lorthorn, as a mascot to maintain relationships.
"No! I've truly had enough of Lorthorn, the endless banquets and hypocritical formalities. I want to return to the wilderness! I crave unbridled freedom! I crave battle!"
Gordon stubbornly insisted.
At this moment, Red Iron Dragon spoke up, saying, "Gorton, you'll be better able to serve the dragons if you stay in Lorthorn."
He simply said that, without any further explanation or consolation.
Strangely, after hearing Garros speak in person, Gorton's originally excited and stubborn attitude suddenly changed completely.
"Alright! Since you've said so, Garos, then I'm willing to stay in Lorthorn for the sake of the dragons!"
He said it almost without hesitation.
The reason is quite simple.
Some time ago, after experiencing some things, Gorton had a vague realization that he was probably not a dragon destined to achieve great things.
Clinging tightly to the leg of this increasingly unfathomable brother might be the best choice.
Red Iron Dragon continued, "You can still come as Lortherne's envoy. I look forward to our reunion after so many years."
Gordon immediately perked up again: "I'm just as excited! I'll definitely prepare a generous gift!"
Finally, just before the communication was about to end, Red Iron Dragon's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he had thought of something, and he added, "Well, by the way, please pass on a message to Princess Crystal for me, and ask her if the Kingdom of Lortheron has any detailed information or files about 'Good Luck Messenger' Alya in its intelligence database."
It's time for some things to have a clear outcome.
at the same time.
The Kingdom of Theo, Headquarters of the Exotic Strategy Division.
Inside a study decorated with heavy oak paneling and hanging with huge military maps.
Marquis Marcus stood motionless with his back to the door in front of a huge map of the northern wilderness.
He held a glass of deep red, expensive vintage wine in his hand, but he didn't drink a single drop for a long time, only unconsciously swirling the crystal glass gently.
He gazed at the map, muttering, "The Kingdom of Molten Iron, the Dragon Court of Ignas."
Marquis Marcus's voice was low as he chewed on the names, his tone filled with barely concealed displeasure and deep apprehension.
The Kingdom of Theo is the human kingdom with the largest border with the northern wilderness.
For a long time, the kingdom has maintained absolute initiative in seizing wilderness resources and maintaining border security and stability, thanks to its powerful military and unique geographical advantages.
They are happy to see this and have been committed to maintaining the wilderness in a chaotic but generally manageable state.
This situation makes it easiest for them to divide and win over wild creatures, thereby seizing huge profits, or to divert some internal conflicts and pressures away.
The setback in the wilderness had damaged the kingdom's reputation, but it was still within an acceptable range.
However, the impending birth of a kingdom ruled by the Red Iron Dragon in the North completely changed the situation, causing the high command of the Kingdom of Theo to take it very seriously.
It felt like a thorn in my back, like a fishbone stuck in my throat!
The Northern Wilderness holds a similar place in the eyes of the Kingdom of Theo as the permafrost tundra in the eyes of Garus.
The establishment of the Wilderness Kingdom was not a good thing for them.
This means that the kingdom's entire long northern border will now directly face a dragon kingdom with a highly centralized organization, a unified will, and a powerful war potential, instead of a disorganized, independent, and easily provoked barbaric clan!
This means that the kingdom's various strategies for dealing with the wilderness will almost have to be completely overhauled.
Marquis Marcus didn't want this to become a reality.
This was not only because of his personal grudge against that red iron dragon, but also for the sake of the future strategic security and interests of the kingdom he served.
However, his plan, which he had previously proposed at a royal council meeting to strike a swift and decisive blow at the very beginning of the nation's founding, has been explicitly rejected by His Majesty the King.
The king believed that although the Kingdom of Theo was destined to be neighbors with this emerging wilderness kingdom, now was far from the right time to make direct enemies and break out into a full-scale conflict.
Moreover, on this land, Theo is certainly not the only force or powerful individual who cannot tolerate the establishment of a kingdom by an evil dragon.
The safest and most beneficial course of action for the kingdom is to observe from the sidelines for now, allowing other forces to probe and ascertain the true nature of the Dragon Kingdom and the reactions of various parties.
"Doesn't this just give the Iron Kingdom time to consolidate its rule and grow stronger?"
"Alas... In my opinion, we should take advantage of the fact that the Red Iron Dragon has just been established and its foundation is the most fragile and unstable, gather a large army, and start a war directly to nip it in the bud."
"At that time, even if he has the background of the Dragon Realm, those metal dragons will not be able to cause trouble for the sake of the dead evil dragon."
Marquis Marcus pondered this in his heart, but in the end, he could only let out a long sigh filled with helplessness.
Such a significant national policy was no longer something he could decide.
Just then, a soft footstep sound came from outside the heavy oak door of the study.
This rhythm was not possessed by any of his subordinates or servants.
Immediately afterwards, without any announcement or permission from the servants, the door was pushed open silently.
Marquis Marcus turned around abruptly, a flash of anger at being offended crossing his face. But when his sharp gaze fell upon the uninvited intruder, that anger was quickly replaced by an unprecedented solemnity and vigilance.
At the entrance, two figures dressed in inconspicuous gray cloaks stood quietly.
Their figures were completely shrouded in large, simple cloaks, not even a sliver of skin was visible, making it impossible to discern their specific appearances or ages. Yet, simply by standing there, they naturally exuded a heavy, oppressive aura, making the air in the study seem thick and stagnant.
Even the flames leaping in the fireplace on the wall seemed to dim a little.
Legendary powerhouses! And two of them at that! Arriving together!
Although Marquis Marcus himself has not yet reached the legendary level, he is a powerful professional with extensive experience and a high level of skill. Furthermore, due to his position, he has come into contact with more than one legendary being.
The strength of these two uninvited guests before him was unfathomable, far surpassing his own.
He was almost certain that they were two truly legendary powerhouses.
"Entering the kingdom's strategically important area without prior notification... Aren't you two being extremely rude?"
Marquis Marcus steadied his heart, which had been racing slightly from shock, and questioned him in a deep voice, one hand already on the hilt of his sword at his waist, his muscles slightly tense.
One of the slightly taller figures, dressed in a grey robe, let out a low, hoarse laugh from the shadows of his cloak, making it difficult to discern his exact age and gender.
“Your Excellency, please forgive our rudeness later. We have come here regarding an old matter and hope that you can do us a favor and make an exception for us.”
Before a reply could be given, another gray-robed man interjected, "We need the complete record of the battle between the Unfinished Sword, Kairos, and that red iron dragon back then."
The voice was equally muffled, as if through a veil, yet it carried an almost commanding tone.
Marquis Marcus's pupils suddenly contracted.
That battle took place about eight years ago.
Because it was a fair and square challenge, with the time and location specified in advance, Marquis Marcus used his authority to have a magical satellite lock onto the battle area and record the process of the battle, which was highly confidential.
"What do you want that for? And who... who are you?"
Marquis Marcus neither immediately refused nor agreed. Instead, he asked more cautiously, his mind racing as he tried to deduce their origins and true purpose from their few words.
The identities and purposes of these two individuals are definitely not simple.
The tall man in the gray robe gave a meaningful chuckle and said slowly, "Who we are and where we come from is not important at this moment."
"All you need to know is that we are very interested in that red iron dragon that is about to become king."
He paused, then continued, "And you, Marquis Marcus, if our intelligence is correct, you would certainly not be happy to see a powerful and unified Dragon Kingdom occupying the northern gate of the kingdom for a long time to come, would you?"
“Helping us is also helping yourselves.”
Upon hearing these words, Marquis Marcus's mind raced like lightning.
Handing over the kingdom's secrets carries enormous risks.
However… the sudden appearance of these two mysterious legends, whose target is the Red Iron Dragon, may be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! An opportunity to use others to hinder the Iron King's nation-building process, or even… to directly and completely annihilate that hateful Red Iron Dragon.
Risk and opportunity clashed fiercely within him.
Marquis Marcus remained silent for a moment, his gaze gradually calming down.
"Perhaps this is what His Majesty meant by the situation where other organizations were testing the waters."
“I misunderstood His Majesty; his idea was correct.”
"I just hand over the information to them, then watch from the sidelines and wait for the final result. Even if it fails, it's unlikely to implicate me."
With that thought in mind, Marquis Marcus finally released his hand from the hilt of his sword.
Upon seeing this, the two men in gray robes exchanged a glance.
The tall man in the gray robe let out another low laugh: "It's been a pleasure doing business with you, Your Excellency Marquis. You won't regret this decision."
I recommend a book called "Dragon Knight, But I Am a Dragon".
Synopsis: The extraordinary path of "Dragon Rider Domination," passed down through generations in the Kingdom of Dragons, allows professionals to form a pact with dragons or dragonborn, gaining enhanced power. The most outstanding among them can even become candidates for the throne.
One day, Princess Aurora, chosen by the king, was caught up in a rumor: the dragons who made contracts with her would be cursed with dragon madness and go completely insane.
Fortunately, the rumors quickly subsided.
Because Allen, the last descendant of the thousand-eyed dragon in the kingdom, chose to become the princess's indentured slave in order to avoid being hanged.
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The Diaries of Ellen
January 1st, sunny
Today is my first day as a female slave, but I'm not panicking at all, because I'm the one spreading the rumors!
Elements: [Adventurers], [Hodgepodge Worldview], [Pseudo-D&D]
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