Upon hearing the news, many people went to see what was happening, but apart from Mati'gosa, the Little Red Dragon refused to let anyone get close to the newborn Whelps.
What's going on?
As Mati'gosa emerged from the woods surrounded by Dragonkin, Unas asked hastily.
"One of them... was one of the five damaged dragon eggs. It hatched near dawn, much smaller than a typical Whelp, and extremely weak. Such a newborn doesn't live long."
What is Ms. Red Dragon planning to do?
"She fed the child with her own blood, hoping it would pull through." Mati'gosa sounded very distressed, clearly believing it was all in vain.
"Perhaps I have a way to save this Whelp."
Unas wasn't bragging; the dragon egg was damaged because a portion of its life force was taken away by the Giant Fir's Emerald Tree. Now, he has a small Emerald Tree inside him, and perhaps he can use the same method he used to heal Nightmoon to restore the life force to the Whelp.
Although the Little Red Dragon had a terrible temper, it had been a great help. Unas, unwilling to see the Blue Dragon, whom he considered a friend, heartbroken, didn't hold back and watch the spectacle. He explained the principles of the treatment, Mati'gosa exclaimed with delight, "Perhaps it really will work!"
The two hurriedly entered the woods where the Little Red Dragon was resting. The Blue Dragon insisted on taking Unas with him, and the Dragonkin guarding the perimeter did not dare to stop them.
"What's going on? I told you not to let anyone, especially those despicable humans, near here!" The Little Red Dragon glared at the Paladin, roaring incessantly. She blamed everything on the egg thief and, by extension, hated the human race as a whole.
The Blue Dragon quickly recounted the details, and the Little Red Dragon abruptly sat up, scorching breath billowing from its nostrils. "This method really works?!"
Unas said, "Let me try. It'll probably work."
The Little Red Dragon had already planned to give up. She fed the newborn with her own blood, but it didn't make much of a difference. Although Red Dragon blood is extremely vital, the Whelp lacked the most essential life energy.
She moved aside her long tail, revealing the baby Whelp that had been surrounded in the middle. Normally, Whelp is half the size of an adult when it is born and can fly in the air with its wings, but this one was lying on the thick layer of fallen leaves, looking like a little dog with wings.
Seeing that the Red Dragon had a wound on its claw that was still bleeding, Unas threw over a few bottles, saying, "Don't waste your blood, collect it, I'll drink it later."
"You... you want to drink my blood?!" The Little Red Dragon suppressed its raging anger. "Why?"
Her anger was understandable, because some absurd legends claimed that drinking dragon blood granted immortality or invulnerability, which attracted many delusional adventurers to join dragon-slaying groups, posing a considerable threat to the Dragonflight.
Although dragons are powerful, they always have times when they sleep, get injured, or become weak. Many dragons have perished when faced with attacks or ambushes by adventurers, which is why the Paladin's request enraged the Little Red Dragon.
Even the usually gentle Mati'gosa frowned. Unas quickly explained, "When I used this method to treat Nightmoon, I ate enough food for about thirty people, which means that transferring life force consumes a lot of energy. I need a lot of replenishment, even if it's not dragon blood. Prepare more food for me."
The Little Red Dragon was skeptical, but the Blue Dragon nodded, "I'll go hunt some wild beasts right away."
She left as soon as she finished speaking, leaving the Red Dragon and the Paladin staring at each other blankly, creating an extremely awkward situation.
"I still have some food on me, I can't wait for her, I'll start first."
The Little Red Dragon was even more anxious than the human Paladin, so of course it wouldn't object. Unas picked up the "little flying dog" and pressed it against his belly, then used the same old method to activate the little green dots gathered on the Emerald Tree to enter the Whelp's body.
This process had been repeated many times during the treatment of Nightmoon, and he was quite adept at it. Gradually, his stomach began to rumble with hunger again, and he took out a piece of bread and began to gnaw on it.
The Little Red Dragon also heard the rumbling coming from his stomach and felt that the human's previous words didn't seem like a lie, so he poured a bottle of dragon blood and handed it over. Unas didn't stand on ceremony; after all, such a small amount of blood was just a drop in the ocean for a dragon.
The dragon's blood was still warm, with a sulfurous smell that masked the fishy odor, so it wasn't hard to swallow. Bread with dragon's blood had a unique flavor, and soon my body felt warm, even more so than the strongest liquor.
Blue Dragon returned quickly, bringing with her several wild beasts she had captured in the Forest. Knowing that humans were accustomed to eating cooked food, she immediately started a fire to prepare a barbecue.
Unas was being pampered by two giant dragons, eating large chunks of meat and drinking large gulps of blood, making him look like a primitive savage.
The Whelp's condition gradually improved; its previously weak breaths became stronger, and it even began to struggle slightly, its vitality clearly recovering.
Two hours later, when it could finally let out a loud cry and struggle fiercely, Unas released its hands, and the Whelp flapped its wings and flew up, landing directly on the Little Red Dragon's shoulder, expressing its attachment to its mother.
The Little Red Dragon roared happily to the sky, scaring the Whelp away. She quickly caught the Whelp with her claws, and the mother and child dragons played happily together.
Mati'gosa was delighted and smiled, "That's wonderful, thank you, Knight Unas."
This seems to be the first time the Blue Dragon has addressed him by his name directly; previously, he was always called "Paladin" or "Human Knight."
Unas was overjoyed. It seemed that the Blue Dragon finally regarded him as an equal and a close friend, something that many mortal races dreamed of—having a dragon as a backer was always more beneficial than harmful.
The Whelp frolicked for a while and then became a little listless. After all, it had only been born for less than half a day. Although it had just been infused with a large amount of life force, physical strength could not be achieved overnight.
Little Red Dragon asked anxiously, "What happened? What's wrong with him!" Her panic as a new mother was evident.
Unas replied, "It probably just needs rest. Feed it some tender meat; newborns need food and sleep the most."
Mati'gosa off a few pieces of the remaining meat, Whelp devoured before immediately falling asleep.
Seeing that it ate with great energy, both the man and the two dragons felt a little relieved.
"We need to observe it further. If there are no problems in the next few days, it should have recovered."
The Little Red Dragon had no choice but to express its gratitude, saying somewhat awkwardly, "Thanks to you, human, I will find a chance to repay you."
"No need for formalities, it's my pleasure to help you," Unas said diplomatically. "If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave."
Mati'gosa him out of the Dragonkin encirclement. "Alice still has five dragon eggs that haven't hatched. Apart from the one that's intact, the others will need your help to hatch. It seems she'll be staying with you for a while."