The light of the rising morning sun spilled over Dragon Valley, gilding the cliffs on both sides as if with gold foil, while the Burning Steel Fortress standing atop the cliff took on a reddish hue, as if it were burning in the dawn.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
The dragon had not yet arrived, but the strong wind came first.
The Red-Iron Dragon, whose size could already be called enormous, flapped its wings and gradually approached. After the grizzly bears and wyverns guarding the fortress noticed it, they slightly bowed their heads to show respect, then continued their vigilance and patrol.
Garros circled slightly and, instead of entering the Burning Steel Fortress, landed directly in the open space of Dragon Valley.
The Red Dragon and Iron Dragon followed closely behind, landing one after another, each releasing the Young Dragon and Young Dragon from their claws, letting them stagger and stand firm.
"Heriam!"
Cahill, who was lying on the side licking her wounds, paused in her movements, then looked at the Young Dragon Blue Dragon and cursed viciously: "Damn Blue Dragon, do you think you'll get my gratitude for using your life to cover our retreat?"
Her voice was filled with indignation, and her scales stood up slightly due to her agitated emotions.
"No! Even if you really died, I wouldn't thank you a single bit! Your self-righteous sacrifice prevented me from choosing to fight to the death, forcing me to flee in a sorry state—this is simply a humiliation!"
It was evident that she seemed very angry at this moment.
The Blue Dragon smiled: "But because of this, we were all saved, weren't we?"
Although he was only a Young Dragon, the rationality and calmness belonging to the Blue Dragon, which were higher than other Evil Dragon, were already evident; he did not get angry because of the Red Dragon's rebuke, forming a sharp contrast with the Red Dragon's irritability.
"It was purely luck!"
Cahill growled, her dragon tail slapping the ground anxiously: "If we hadn't happened to run into the great dragon of the Ignas Family, I would have died without dignity after fleeing all the way! Rather than that, I would have preferred to die in battle!"
The Red Dragon's pride made her unable to accept survival bought by a companion's sacrifice.
For her, this was no different from humiliation.
Heriam looked straight into her eyes, did not argue, and just said softly: "You are right, but in any case, Cahill... thanks to you this time."
The Red Dragon fell silent instantly, as if choked by these words.
A few seconds later, she snorted coldly and turned her head away: "...Don't let it happen again."
Garros quietly observed this scene, then turned his head to glance at Samantha.
The Cahill before him was somewhat similar to Samantha in terms of personality.
Such as pride, arrogance, unwillingness to admit defeat, etc., which are common traits of the Red Dragon and are also recorded in the Legacy, fitting the characteristics of the group.
As for more subtle differences, there must be some, but currently he didn't know much about Cahill, so it was hard to say.
However, one obvious point was that Cahill liked to bare her fangs more than Samantha, had a stronger temper, and a more irritable mood; when she was surrounded by Garros and the other dragons, she subconsciously dared to bare her fangs and roar.
"Is it because Samantha grew up under my suppression since she was young, and was hit hard by the cruel reality as soon as she left the wilderness, so her fiery temper was worn down a lot?"
Garros thought to himself.
In comparison, the Red Dragon Cahill still needed some tempering.
In Garros's view, pride is fine; the Dragonkin Bloodline is indeed extraordinary, and there is qualification for pride, but being too arrogant and unable to distinguish the gap in reality, thus provoking existences far stronger than oneself, is truly stupid.
If she remained like this, without any change.
Such Dragonkin would die young sooner or later.
However, if there were a qualified 'Nurturer', it should be possible to make some changes.
"Why are you looking at me?"
Under Garros's gaze, Samantha tilted her head and asked in confusion.
"Nothing."
The Red-Iron Dragon shook his head, signaling for the few Young Dragon to gather together.
"Regarding the allegiance mentioned earlier, what is the specific form? If it is to order me around like a servant, it would be better to kill me now." The black dragon, whose bones were rugged and almost piercing through her skin, said.
She was a young female dragon in her infancy, but her appearance was very ferocious.
Her appearance was terrifying, with a pair of curved horns and a withered face; her image was like the skull of a demon.
Garros looked at the black dragon.
Information related to the black dragon in the Legacy naturally surfaced in his mind.
The black dragon: they like to inhabit gloomy swamps or mud ponds, the dirtier and more foul-smelling the better; they enjoy watching pain and destruction, like to torture their prey bit by bit rather than killing them directly, have a gloomy and cruel personality, and are good at dealing with the undead.
Most Dragonkin who choose the Necromancer path are black dragons.
"What's the rush?"
The Young Dragon, whose scales were as fresh green as new leaves, interrupted: "The great dragons were willing to provoke the Duchy to save us, taking huge risks; even if we pledge allegiance to them for life as repayment, it is deserved."
Hearing this, Garros's gaze shifted to the Green Dragon.
This was a male Green Dragon, with a well-proportioned and slender figure, and eyes that looked very clever.
The Green Dragon has unique talents in the perception and control of nature. Among the Chromatic Dragon, its appearance is somewhat equivalent to the Silver Dragon among the Metallic Dragon, but only for females. Female Green Dragons are full of charm and have elegant figures, while males appear somewhat slender and weak among the Dragonkin, far less majestic and strong than male Silver Dragons.
In terms of personality.
The racial impression of the Green Dragon is actually a bit similar to Garros.
If an enemy looks cunning or difficult to deal with, the Green Dragon will not act rashly but will quietly follow the opponent to find the best time and tactics for an attack.
Conversely, if the target looks very weak, the Green Dragon will appear very quickly, first trying to control the target with skills like intimidation and suggestion; if it cannot be controlled, it will kill it directly.
However, how to specifically judge the strength of an enemy requires seasoned experience.
Young Green Dragons are easily influenced by the proud nature of the Dragonkin in this regard, leading to misjudging the enemy's level, which instead puts themselves in danger.
"What exactly do we need to provide?"
At this time, Heriam asked.
His head was short and blunt, with a huge single horn growing above his nose, a cluster of blade-like scales on his chin, and his entire body of dragon scales was sky blue.
The Blue Dragon, the representative of Lawful Evil Dragon, is organized and disciplined.
They expect and require clear definitions and well-structured relationships, can accept orders from other dragons, but are unwilling to tolerate stupid leadership.
In the eyes of the Blue Dragon, order is necessary; nothing can be accomplished without norms or standards.
In terms of the persistent requirements for order, Blue Dragons generally exceed Iron Dragons, and the evil of the Blue Dragon lies in the fact that they believe the meaning of the existence of lower creatures is to be toyed with by them, and they are very good at playing.
"Cahill, you tell them."
Under the gaze of the few Young Dragon, Garros said unhurriedly.
Cahill was not very willing to do such a low-level task as relaying information, but under Garros's gaze, she nodded reluctantly and then told the other dragons the situation she had already learned.
The land beneath their feet is called The Borderlands.
And the Dragon Valley where they are currently located is the hub and core of The Borderlands, and the subordinate Molten Iron Tribe has occupied the entire The Borderlands.
The Lord of Molten Iron, the King of the Borderlands.
Is the very Red-Iron Dragon who personally took action to save them.
As a return, they need to pledge allegiance to the tribe and the Lord of Molten Iron for fifty years. Any spoils and wealth gains obtained during this period will belong to the Lord of Molten Iron, but if they perform well, they can also receive wealth rewards.
While pledging allegiance, the tribe will also provide them with certain growth resources.
But during this period, they must demonstrate their value.
For example, they must undergo their first profession advancement according to the tribe's needs and cannot waste time.
After fifty years, whether they want to leave or stay is up to them.
In the eyes of the Dragonkin, fifty years is very short, and having the first profession advancement according to the tribe's needs is nothing; after all, the Dragonkin's life is long, and they will study many professions.
In short.
The requirements of Dragon Valley are much looser than when they were in the Blue Dragon community.
"Generous conditions."
The Green Dragon lowered his head and praised: "Powerful Lord of Molten Iron, your magnanimity makes me admire you, and I am very happy to become a member of Dragon Valley."
The other dragons had no objections and completely agreed.
"You are seriously injured; eat first to heal."
Garros waved his claw, and dependents immediately offered food and low-level Life Qi potions.
While the Young Dragon were devouring their food, the Red-Iron Dragon said: "I have arranged a Nurturer for you. Afterward, she will be responsible for providing you with food and supervising your training and growth."
"Nurturer? Who is it?"
The Red Dragon Cahill raised her head, her gaze sweeping over Samantha and Solrog.
In her mind, the Red Dragon, as the head of the Chromatic Dragon, or the Iron Dragon, as the head of the Ferrous Dragon, were qualified to be this Nurturer.
Just at this moment.
Whoosh—!
A biting cold wind suddenly swept across the open space, and the adult Great Perfection White Dragon Tereshi descended from the sky, her wide wing membranes blocking the sunlight, casting a cold shadow on the ground.
"My name is Tereshi."
She raised her head, her icy blue slit pupils scanning the dragons, a cold sneer spreading on the corners of her mouth, while taking a step forward, shrouding all the Young Dragon in her body's shadow.
"Reptiles of The Borderlands, address me as—Pale Wing!"
"Listen well, this is also the honorific you need to use from now on!"
The White Dragon Tereshi said with a disdainful gaze and a haughty attitude.
In front of the Young Dragon, her ecological niche seemed to be infinitely raised, every inch of her scales exuding the pressure of a superior, breaking through to an unprecedented high Realm, giving her a feeling of extreme satisfaction, as if she had endured humiliation and finally tasted the sweetness of success.