Chapter 250 The White Dragon's Theory of [Dynamic Niche - Insults from Above and Below]
The weather has been terrible lately.
The sky was swallowed by a thick gray-white, the clouds hung low as if they might collapse at any moment, and the snow did not fall but flew horizontally, like a silent rage, howling and tearing at trees, rocks and frozen soil. The distant mountains had long been hidden behind the snow curtain, leaving only blurry outlines.
The centaurs and ogres guarding the abyssal rift clearly felt unwell.
With their vision obstructed and body heat waning, they hastily set up temporary tents to protect themselves from the wind and snow, but their combat readiness was still affected.
White Dragon Therese, however, stretched out her wings contentedly and circled freely in the wind and snow.
As a typical cold-type creature, this kind of weather actually suited her perfectly.
Feeling the biting cold, she even felt that her mind was much sharper than usual, as if her IQ had increased.
"There are less than forty years left before we are free."
The thought flashed through Therese's mind as she completed a beautiful aerial roll.
As she enjoyed the thrill of flying, she pondered her future choices: "Should I stay in the thriving Iron Smelting Tribe, or leave and develop on my own?"
This crucial decision about her future made her think deeply.
Both options have their advantages and disadvantages.
Of all the dragons, Therese currently holds the lowest status.
Ten years ago, her strength was second only to Garos.
However, as time passed, those young dragons had grown into teenage dragons, and her status had fallen to the bottom, now only slightly higher than those servants and relatives.
What she found even more unbearable was that every time she encountered the red dragon Samantha, she would be subjected to all sorts of verbal abuse from her.
"White-scaled monster," "white-skinned beast," "white wild beast"—these discriminatory terms used against the white dragon were employed by the red dragon in various ways.
Some of these terms are not even inherent in the Dragon Clan's heritage.
White Dragon Therese couldn't understand how Red Dragon, with his meager brain capacity, could create so many insulting words.
If she chooses to remain in the Ironforge tribe, White Dragon Therese estimates that she will find it difficult to avoid continuing to suffer such humiliation.
On the other hand, the Ironclad Tribe is in its golden age of development, and as long as she abides by the rules set by the Ironclad King, she can also reap rich benefits and many advantages.
After careful consideration, Bailong still prefers to stay.
She had had enough of those miserable days of living hand to mouth and having to use animal bones and stones as her treasures.
Moreover,
Therese twirled happily in the air, thinking to herself, "Garos asked me before if there were any other hidden baby dragons or juvenile dragons in the border region."
"The Ironforge tribe is preparing to emulate the Blue Dragon community by adopting young dragons."
"With the emergence of new young dragons and juvenile dragons, my ecological niche among dragons can be elevated again, allowing me to humiliate those young and juvenile dragons. Even if they grow up and humiliate me again, I am already used to it and can continue to humiliate new young and juvenile dragons for amusement."
Throughout his long life, he was discriminated against and discriminated against by other dragons.
White Dragon Therese realized a truth.
Ecological niches are not static, or rather, they are constantly changing.
If she were in front of the Ignas brothers, her ecological niche would plummet to its lowest point, becoming the lowest of the dragon pack to be insulted and trampled upon. But if there were ordinary young dragons and juvenile dragons, her ecological niche would surge, and she would become a majestic half-grown adult evil dragon. Even if those young dragons and juvenile dragons looked down on the white dragon, they would not dare to say it and could only let her bully them.
"Even Garus."
"When facing a mature silver dragon, or even a stronger legendary creature, his ecological niche will also be reduced."
Therese continued to think deeply.
"Thinking about it this way, even legendary powerhouses, or even gods, cannot escape my dynamic niche theory. When a lower-level god faces a higher-level god, he will find it difficult to be as high and mighty as he is in the eyes of mortals. He will probably be quite humble."
White Dragon Therese suddenly understood: "In this world, unless there is only one supreme being, all creatures are bound to be insulted by the stronger and will inevitably insult the weaker."
No one is more noble than anyone else.
"Any insult to me is essentially an insult from the strong to the weak. It is everywhere, and I don't need to care about it."
She understood and finally came to a rather philosophical conclusion.
Since it's the same no matter where you go, you might as well stay in the Ironforge Tribe. After all, the number of dragons here will only increase, and in the future, while being insulted by powerful dragons, you'll also have the opportunity to vent your anger by insulting other weaker dragons.
"As the number of baby dragons or juvenile dragons adopted by the Ironforge tribe increases, my ecological niche will continue to rise."
"Hehe, at that time, only a few dragons above me will be able to insult me, but below me, there will be many more dragons that I will insult."
After figuring this out.
White Dragon Therese felt exceptionally comfortable and at ease, both physically and mentally.
She soared freely in the sky and danced gracefully in the wind and snow.
Just as Bailong was immersed in a pleasant feeling, a deep horn sound pierced through the thick snow and came from afar.
Therese immediately stopped circling and turned her sharp dragon eyes toward the ground.
This peculiar horn sound meant only one thing—a demon had reappeared in the abyss.
From the air, one can see the guards stationed around the rift rapidly gathering from all directions. In the center of their encirclement, the once pristine white snow is visibly turning into eerie blackish-purple spots—a typical sign that the abyss's aura is eroding the material world.
Unlike the tension of ordinary guards, Therese felt a surge of excitement.
Based on past experience, no particularly powerful demons have ever appeared in this rift.
More importantly, under the current special weather conditions, she can exert a stronger fighting force than usual.
"Now it's time to let these demons taste what it's like to be insulted!" The white dragon licked its chin with its long tongue, then flapped its wings violently, swooping down amidst a blizzard.
boom--!
With a sudden tremor, the abyssal fissures, like wounds torn open by an invisible giant hand, were exposed and revealed.
Countless Quassa demons gushed out from it like fresh blood.
These low-ranking demons, about the size of goats and with small wings, let out excited shouts as soon as they touched the air of the prime material world.
Immediately afterwards.
It is a primal demon with a twisted torso and limbs, and a deformed and disproportionate appearance.
The demon was covered in all sorts of pustules and cysts, and reeked of filth and stench.
When demons appear in large numbers and gather together, the abyssal aura intensifies.
Wherever the demons passed, the snow melted rapidly, the ground decayed into scorched earth reeking of sulfur, and the surrounding air seemed to be stained dark, blurring the boundary between the two different worlds.
Ice Wall!
The white dragon raised its head and roared, casting a spell with its dragon cry.
As she flapped her wings, walls of ice rose from the ground, dividing the torrent of demons and leaving only a passage.
Elvie flapped her wings and rose into the air.
She drew her bow and nocked an arrow, divine energy coalescing into a tangible arrow within the recurve bow, which she then shot towards the center where the demons had gathered.
Whoosh—Boom!
The high-temperature, sacred energy exploded into a giant sphere of light, devouring the demons whose attributes were countered and turning them into ashes and dust.
The abyssal aura that was expanding its radiation was also purified and evaporated.
The Primal Demons and Fearful Demons, unable to fly, were trapped inside the ice wall. As Elvies unleashed their Holy Burst Arrows, they panicked and could only surge through the gaping passages before being slaughtered by the well-prepared ogres and centaur warriors.
The Quassa demons flapped their small wings and soared into the air.
Whoosh whoosh!
The centaur archers rained down arrows, precisely targeting the Quassamon that leaped over the ice wall; almost every arrow hit its mark.
White Dragon Therese set her sights on the elites within the Quassma.
clang!
With a crisp clang, the elite demon, whose physique was much stronger and larger than the other Quassa demons, reacted quickly, turning around and using his dagger to deflect the arrow that was flying through the air.
But the next second, a strong wind swept in.
The white dragon's body enveloped the Quassa Demon elite, its claws reaching out to grab it and crush it instantly.
"Crawler of the abyss! Fear, tremble!"
The dragon laughed wildly and arrogantly.
The white dragon always felt good about humiliating and slaughtering the weak, satisfying the bloodlust deep within its heart.
After that, the battle turned into a one-sided affair.
As time went by, the demons were killed one by one.
Soon after, thousands of demon corpses lay scattered on the ground, their black blood staining the earth. From the sky, it looked like a stubborn stain of ink in a snow-white world.
The guards used snow to wipe away the demonic blood from their weapons.
The low-level demons did not inflict many casualties on these elite guards, but in the process of fighting and dying, the demons constantly emitted the aura of the abyss, and their blood had the dual effect of physical corrosion and affecting the mind.
The family members moved in a daze, their eyes flashing with violent intent as they struggled to suppress the evil desires surging within them.
Elvie let out a soft breath.
She noticed the unusual behavior of the other family members; this wasn't the first time something like this had happened.
Continuous battles with demons can easily corrupt warriors, causing them to be assimilated into demonic beings and turn on their former comrades.
In this situation, simply have the guards move away and be replaced by a new batch of guards.
After a period of time, the well-recovered guards will have even stronger willpower, tempered by the abyss's energy.
But at that moment...
The once calm abyss suddenly erupted with a strong aura once more.
Two enormous, withered wings covered in blade-like black feathers suddenly unfurled and emerged from the abyss's rift. Then, a gray shadow flashed, and a particularly ferocious demon, which had never appeared before, appeared amidst the swirling snow.
It stands about five meters tall, has a hooked beak with serrated edges, deep red compound eyes, and short horns on its head.
Its skeleton is as jagged as a vulture's, covered with dark green and gray-black feathers, with skin covered in pustules exposed between the feathers.
Its body constantly exudes sulfur-smelling grease, which forms putrid vapor upon contact with air.
Fromon, also known as the Eagle Demon.
Whoosh—it flapped its wings and its body vanished without warning, reappearing behind an ogre. Its withered, sharp claws pierced the ogre's thick skin from the back of its neck, killing an ogre guard with a single blow.
And then this eagle demon, whose aura was exceptionally strong, appeared.
Many two- or three-meter-tall vulture demons burst forth from the abyss rifts, surging in all directions. The Quassa demons, primal demons, and cowardly demons also emerged in greater numbers, forming a demonic tide.
Moreover, there was more than one powerful Vulture Demon leader; a total of five Vulture Demon leaders flew out of the abyss rift one after another.
This time, the demons came in with overwhelming force.
The appearance of the Vulture Demon changed the course of the battle.
White Dragon Therese and Centaur Elvie's gazes swept over the incredibly fast and teleporting eagle demon leaders, and at the same time, they felt a chill run down their spines.
Whoosh whoosh!
The three-headed eagle demon leader set its sights on the white dragon Therese, circling her at high speed and leaving a trail of afterimages in its wake.
Multiple attacks!
Tear it apart!
The eagle demon leader's attack landed on the white dragon. The first blow shattered its ice armor, and the second blow tore through its dragon scales, leaving a bloody laceration from which blood flowed incessantly.
The white dragon roared in retaliation.
However, demons are not weak; they are stronger than most creatures of the same level. The three-headed eagle demon leader attacked simultaneously, using teleportation, putrefying clouds, and fear shrieks in succession, putting the white dragon at a disadvantage.
Two more vulture leaders have their eyes on Elvie.
The centaurs, with their celestial bloodline, are sacred and noble, inspiring both fear and an irresistible urge to ravage and kill them.
Whoosh!
The arrows were dodged by the vulture demon as it tumbled over.
Another eagle demon leader swooped down from the side, rapidly closing in. Elvie drew her greatsword, infused it with magical energy, and slashed fiercely, sending the eagle demon flying and scattering its demonic blood across the ground.
However, before they could give chase, a sudden gust of wind swept up from their backs.
Another eagle demon leader teleported behind Elvie. She hurriedly dodged, but was still swept across her body by the eagle demon's claws, which caused her to feel a sharp pain. Her wounds were torn open, and a foul stench emanated from them. Like the white dragon, she bled profusely.
In a one-on-one situation, she was not afraid of the Vulture Demon Leader.
But now it's one against many, and the enemy is a highly sensitive creature, making the battle extremely dangerous.
"Sweet flesh and blood, delicious soul."
"I can't wait to enjoy it."
Licking the blood from their claws, the vultures let out hoarse and cruel shrieks and attacked again.
"You crawlers, you think you have the upper hand? You're doomed."
Faced with the sudden disadvantage, Therese did not lose her temper.
She smiled coldly and decisively crushed the emergency communication stone hidden beneath the scales.
In her view, although these demon leaders seemed to have the upper hand at the moment and were insulting and bullying her, the situation would be reversed as soon as stronger reinforcements arrived, and she did not need to be angry about the temporary humiliation.
This will be the best proof of her newly grasped "dynamic niche theory".
(End of this chapter)
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