Snow falls heavily across the Fertile Plains, and the stains of the Abyssal Rift are gradually buried by the wind and snow.
After finishing her theory, White Dragon Tereshi suddenly changed the subject and said, "Garros, Dragon Valley has treated me well. Just guarding the Abyssal Rift is not enough for me to repay the kindness of Dragon Valley, nor is it enough to repay your generosity."
Under Garros's gaze, she continued solemnly, "I know that Dragon Valley is preparing to take in more Dragonkin, but the dragons that can be taken in are most likely small Evil Dragons, with surly tempers and difficult to discipline."
"The Young Dragons will definitely disdain non-dragon creatures, and other dragons will not want to mingle with stupid little dragons."
At this point, the White Dragon raised her head, tensed her tail, and said in a tone of duty, "When the time comes, I am willing to take on the heavy responsibility of nurturing and caring for them!"
Garros was silent for a few seconds, then said softly, "You just want to mingle among the Young Dragons and juvenile dragons to promote your Niche Theory and wantonly insult them to please yourself, right."
Seen through!
The White Dragon was shocked at first, but soon calmed down and admitted generously, "That is indeed the case."
She said, "We have all grown up from the Young Dragon stage step by step. We know how eccentric the personalities of those little dragons are. Each one is as weak as an ant or insect, yet their hearts are higher than the sky. Surviving is just a matter of luck."
She said righteously, "Only by severely insulting and whipping them can they recognize the cruelty of reality, realize their true situation, and allow them to grow better!"
This actually makes some sense.
Garros looked at the White Dragon carefully and asked, "Aren't you afraid that they will come to you for revenge after they grow up?"
The White Dragon shook her head lightly and said, "With an age gap of nearly two hundred years, weak Dragonkin will absolutely never be able to surpass me."
"As for powerful Dragonkin, sooner or later they will grow up and become stronger than me, and then repeatedly humiliate me just like Samantha. Hehe, since the fate of being humiliated is unavoidable, it is better to humiliate them severely before they grow up."
"As for subsequent retaliation, it is nothing more than some top-down attacks and insults. I am already used to it, I don't care about it, and can completely ignore it."
Tereshi, you are invincible.
After hearing her thoughts, Garros was speechless for a moment, unable to reply.
This guy has already created a self-consistent logic and is living in her own world.
If so, that's fine.
When the time comes, the task of training the little dragons will be handed over to her. Except for White Dragon Tereshi, it is difficult for other dragons to be so attentive. Of course, she cannot be made solely responsible; some rules must also be set for her so she cannot act recklessly.
Immediately, Garros returned to Dragon Valley.
Snow filled the sky, and Dragon Valley had also turned into a world of pure white, covered in silver. The surface of the lake was covered with thick ice crystals, and crystal frost hung from the branches.
Red-Silver Dragon Deborah was squatting in the center of the ice lake at this time.
She opened a hole in the ice, stretched her tail into it, and waited patiently for something.
Soon after, the Red-Silver Dragon's eyes suddenly lit up, and she quickly pulled out her tail.
I saw a large fish biting tightly onto the tip of her tail. Before it could let go, it was fished up, thrown into the air, and the Red-Silver Dragon stretched her neck and swallowed it in one gulp.
"Delicious!"
With a happy expression on her dragon face, the Red-Silver Dragon continued to fish with her tail.
"Deborah, you can easily catch hundreds or thousands of fish using magic."
"Why waste time like this?"
Garros walked unhurriedly on the lake. His body was heavy and strong, but he did not crush the ice layer. As a Martial Dragon, his control over his body was very high, so this was not a problem.
"Boring Evil Dragon."
"The feeling of catching a fish yourself is different from catching one with magic."
The Red-Silver Dragon said, "When I was in the Boiling Sea Dragon Domain during my young age, the Metallic Young Dragons held a tail-fishing competition. Among the hundreds of participating Young Dragons, I made it into the top ten!"
Hearing these words, Garros could only lament that the gap between dragons is truly huge.
When he was exercising day and night for survival, leaving himself covered in injuries, the Metallic Young Dragons still had the leisure to hold tail-fishing competitions.
However, his training was also worth it.
At the very least, when Metallic Dragons of the same age encountered him, if a conflict arose, it would inevitably end with them being beaten until they were looking for their teeth on the ground, crying and going home to complain.
"Come and fish together."
The Red-Silver Dragon invited Garros.
Childish game!
The Red-Iron Dragon dismissed it, turned, and walked toward the area with overweight training equipment, preparing to temper his physique.
"I'll give you a bottle of Mighty Dragon Potion, come play with me."
After spending this time together, the Red-Silver Dragon understood the nature of Evil Dragons well and cast the bait.
The Red-Iron Dragon's steps paused.
Come to think of it, playing a game occasionally, combining work and rest, is beneficial for physical and mental relaxation.
"Deal!"
Garros stepped toward the center of the ice lake.
As for the Mighty Dragon Potion in the Red-Silver Dragon's mouth, it was a potion created by the old Silver Dragon father, Adrie, who ground his own shed scales into powder and then used secret techniques. It could greatly increase the strength attribute of Dragonkin in a short period of time.
Under Garros's questioning, he had also learned clearly from Deborah about the Silver Dragon's career path.
Ice Mage Dragon, Alchemist, Potion Master.
The so-called Ice Mage refers to an Ice Element Mage who specializes in driving and controlling ice elemental energy. Dragons who mainly study this path are called Ice Mage Dragons. They are genuine Spellcasters who construct Spells based on knowledge and wisdom, not Bloodline.
Adrie mainly focused on the Ice Mage path, and also practiced as an Alchemist and Potion Master.
The specific career Rank is unknown, but given his age and the Silver Dragon's talent for magic, it certainly wouldn't be low.
"Let's have a tail-fishing competition. If you win, I'll give you another bottle of Mighty Dragon Potion. If you lose, you give me a gemstone."
"Whoever catches the most within ten minutes wins. You can't use magic, you can't use Spell-like abilities, you can only use your tail."
The Red-Silver Dragon proposed.
"Alright."
Garros poked his dragon tail, directly breaking the ice surface and dipping it into the water.
"I want to join too! I bet a small colored stone!"
Faerie Dragon Vera flew over, broke the frozen lake surface, and stuck almost half of her body into it.
At the same time, seeing that the Red-Iron Dragon did not use his tail to pierce the bait, Deborah did not remind him. Looking at the Faerie Dragon who wasn't even as big as a fish, she felt that she was destined to win.
Soon after, due to the increase in oxygen concentration at the ice-breaking hole, the lake fish began to gather.
Feeling the slight ripples in the lake water, Garros's eyes flashed, but he did not act rashly, just closed his eyes and waited quietly. On the other side, relying on her skilled fishing techniques, the Red-Silver Dragon caught a fish with her tail from time to time, while Garros had gained nothing.
Slowly, time reached nine minutes.
"Ah!"
Faerie Dragon Vera screamed, was swallowed by a large fish that splashed out, and then flew out of the mouth of the large fish, which was under a hallucination Spell, covered in a fishy smell.
The Faerie Dragon was eliminated, almost eaten by the fish.
At this time, Garros still hadn't caught a single fish. The Red-Silver Dragon flapped her wings, her expression already smug, and the joy of a winner flickering in her eyes.
"Slow Evil Dragon, admit defeat."
Just then, Garros felt the number of ripples around him increase to a certain degree, and suddenly opened his eyes.
Tail Strike Mastery! Dragon Tail Pierce!
The dragon scales at the tip of his tail gathered into a spear shape, tore through the lake water, and directly pierced through the body of a large fish that was approaching.
Poke, poke, poke!
His tail sting speed was as fast as lightning. The surrounding gathered fish hadn't even reacted before they were pierced one by one and thrown out of the lake water.
This guy Garros, he even used Martial Dragon techniques for fishing.
Such a shameless method made the Red-Silver Dragon widen her eyes, and she said angrily, "Cheating, Garros, you are cheating."
The Red-Iron Dragon blinked and said, "A bet is a bet. My method was completely in accordance with the previous agreement. I didn't use any other underhanded methods, only my tail."
The Red-Silver Dragon hummed a few times, but in the end, she reluctantly took out the potion.
"Cunning Evil Dragon."
"Let's continue, with one more rule: no Martial Dragon techniques allowed!"
She said unconvinced.
Garros nodded and agreed.
Back in the Sinkhole Territory, the food given by the Iron Dragon Mother ensured the Wyrmlings didn't go hungry, but it wasn't enough for them to be full either. So Garros often used his tail to fish, and not for a game, but to get full. His skills in this area were not weak.
Meanwhile.
While Garros and the Red-Silver Dragon were continuing the tail-fishing competition.
West of the Serel Wilderness, the Boiling Sea, Cliff Strait.
Dark clouds rolled, waves surged, and countless lightning bolts and storms clashed and roared in the sky. Amidst the overcast clouds and heavy rain, one could vaguely see the figures of dragons and giants engaged in fierce battle.
The sense of danger in the air made the scales of the Young Dragons stand up slightly, feeling nervous and uneasy.
Surrounded by monster corpses all over the ground, the Young Blue Dragon Heriam panted heavily, licking the blood on his claws.
"The war between the Family and the Storm Giants has reached a fever pitch. The Young Dragons are almost extinct, and even we, the Wyrmlings and Young Dragons, have been sent to the battlefield to fight the giants' minions, living a precarious life."
He said calmly, his voice devoid of resentment, as if stating a fact.
In the Blue Dragon community, Young Dragons have a status only slightly higher than minions.
Only adult dragons have the right to speak.
Dragons below adulthood, whether they are dragons with Family Bloodline or dragons that were snatched or picked up, can only contribute to the Family without getting any reward. They are exploited until adulthood, then become superiors, and then exploit other little dragons, repeating this cycle.
However, this also has drawbacks.
If the situation is too dangerous and the exploitation is too heavy, the little dragons will have the idea of fleeing the Family.
For example, right now.
The big dragons are fighting for power above the clouds, while they are just consumables, not even worth dying in battle.
"If we continue to stay in the Family and be exploited and driven by the big dragons, we will only have a dead end."
Pausing, a flash of determination flashed in the eyes of the Young Blue Dragon.
He said decisively, "Now that the big dragons are fighting the Storm Giants, it is a good opportunity for us to escape the Family's control."
Red, blue, green, black, white. The few Young Dragons of the five colors around looked at each other.
After a few seconds, they all flapped their wings and agreed.
No Evil Dragon is willing to be exploited forever, and besides, there is now a risk of losing one's life. Fleeing the Family is the best choice.
"Cahill? What about you?"
The Young Blue Dragon looked to the right.
There was a female Red Dragon about the same size as him, covered in broken scales and blood. She was also in the juvenile stage and was a powerful Young Dragon, second only to him among these little dragons, and had not responded just now.
"Hehe, the Family's rules have long disgusted me."
After a few seconds of silence, Red Dragon Cahill said this, which was considered an acquiescence to the choice of fleeing the Family.
"Heriam, where should we go?"
The black Young Dragon, with a rugged skeleton and black scales all over, looking fierce and hideous, asked in a low voice, his voice hoarse.
"I heard the big dragons say that civil war in the Federation is imminent, and the opportunity for our Dragonkin to rise is about to come."
"The Serel Wilderness in the north has countless Ores and biological resources, and it is vast and expansive."
The Young Blue Dragon gazed in the direction of the Serel Wilderness: "Here, will be our land of prosperity!"
Immediately, seven dragon shadows rose into the air against the heavy rain, quickly moving away from the Cliff Strait and flying toward the direction of the Serel Wilderness.