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Ironthorn Viscount stood on the scorched earth of Conifer Valley, and the drizzle slid down his armor and dripped into the soil.
His eyes were cold and firm, as if he could no longer feel any hesitation.
"Let's get started."
he said.
Conjurer nodded and took out a pitch-black bone dagger from his arms. The blade was engraved with twisted runes and shimmered dark red in the rain.
The other members dispersed and stepped back, leaving space.
Conjurer motioned to the viscount to stretch out his wrist.
Ironthorn Viscount Without hesitation, he took off his arm armor, revealing his arms with bulging veins.
Conjurer recited obscure spells in a low voice, and the dagger trembled slightly at his fingertips, as if it was a living creature thirsting for blood.
He slashed open the Viscount's wrist, and the blood immediately gushed out, but it did not drip. Instead, it was pulled by an invisible force and suspended in the air, forming a constantly rotating blood bead, sucking the Viscount's blood.
"Use blood as a guide, hatred as a fire..."
Conjurer's voice became hoarse, the surrounding air seemed to solidify, the raindrops stagnated in the air, and even the sound of the wind disappeared.
The blood beads began to boil, and fine cracks appeared on the surface, as if something was struggling inside.
suddenly.
It exploded suddenly, turning into a scarlet, arrow-like mark.
"Only you can see Tracking Mark, where is it pointing?"
Conjurer asked.
Ironthorn Viscount looked pale, took out a bottle of blood-restoring potion from his arms, raised his head and drank it, his face gradually gained a little more color, and then he stared towards the north.
"We now have a general direction."
"But the wilderness is vast and full of dangers. If you want to specifically track the target, you will inevitably have to go through some twists and turns."
Conjurer suggested. "It's better to apply for an army to go with you."
Ironthorn Viscount shook his head. "Raymond Duchy The garrison in the wilderness is very limited, and my contacts in the principality's military are mainly located on the border. The garrison here does not listen to my orders, and Federation the defenders will not care about my ideas."
Ser Wilderness The garrisons of strongholds in various countries, as well as the defenders of trade routes, etc.
Their mission is to guard the stronghold and will not stray far away from the base. Especially the Federation defenders will only carry out a round of purges when something big happens somewhere. It is not easy to mobilize them.
At the very least.
The three Adolescent Dragon are not at a high-risk level that makes the Federation defenders consider them a serious threat and must deal with them.
It is true that causing a large number of casualties and attacking the mine site has touched the red line, but Garos did not kill indiscriminately, and only Raymond Duchy was targeted.
Under this situation, although the Federation defenders also launched wanted searches for several Adolescent Dragon, they did not pay much attention to them.
Raymond Duchy's wilderness garrison will not give up. Otherwise, if the news spreads, more dragons or other intelligent Magic Creature will come to rob their mineral veins.
But now they need to assess their losses, reorganize their base, deal with accusations from higher-ups, and wait for reinforcements.
The hunt for Adolescent Dragon cannot be started immediately.
And Ironthorn Viscount can't wait any longer.
No matter when the garrison started to take action, he first passed on the news that Adolescent Dragon were in the north, and then prepared to take Dragon-Hunting Order there first. It was best to take revenge with his own hands.
"Then we need to be more patient and careful."
Conjurer said, "Don't underestimate the dangers of the wilderness."
At the same time.
North of Shingle Beach.
"Garos Are you overestimating those humans?"
In the drizzle, the red dragon flapped its wings and said, "We should have almost retreated to Quenching Heights, why do we continue to go north?"
The north here is close to Permafrost Tundra.
The further north you go, the lower the temperature in the air is, and the low temperature makes the red dragon a little unhappy.
Garos didn't answer and looked down at the ground.
Ogre, Gnoll, Kobold. These dependents migrated on the ground like ants, forming a long stream. The young dependents were in the middle, and the strong and powerful combat units were on both sides and front and rear.
Iron Dragon explained for Garos: "There will definitely be severe crackdowns during this period. We'd better avoid the limelight and stay away from Trail of a Thousand Snakes."
Federation The probability of the defenders chasing after them is low, but they will not tolerate the monster clan continuing to show up in the business road. Once they notice signs of it, they will definitely attack. They will not be too lazy to waste time cleaning up as long as they don't cause trouble like in the beginning.
This is the price paid for flipping the table before.
"Then there's no need for us to go deep into the north."
Samantha said, "It is better to find a territory in the wilderness and lie dormant for a while than to go to a strange land."
At this time, Garos shook his head and said, "Hibernation means that it is difficult to obtain resources, and our growth rate will slow down."
He said seriously, "Remember, weakness is the biggest risk."
The little Fairy Dragon, who was following several Adolescent Dragons, blinked and said doubtfully, "Garos, didn't you say that time stands by our side?"
Garos nodded and said calmly, "Yes, but we cannot shrink completely because of this, and we cannot remain weak for a long time."
Growth and development and dormancy and tolerance.
There needs to be a balance and trade-offs between these.
You can't completely lean towards one side.
In order to hibernate and endure, Garos chose to give up his previous territory, and in order to grow and develop, he chose to go north.
This is not a random choice.
After careful discussion and careful selection, Garos and Sorog finally decided to take the Borderlands zone north of the Estonia River as the place for revival.
This area combines the savagery of wilderness with the disorder of tundra.
Although Estonia River is not as prosperous as Trail of a Thousand Snakes, as a vast waterway that connects the wilderness and the tundra, countless merchant ships still stop by every year, and the defenders are mainly concentrated at the dam gate and other places, which is not the same system as the Trail of a Thousand Snakes defenders.
Come to Borderlands and be active on the waterways.
Garos and other dragons' "sin points" are reset. Unless they attack important places such as dams and gates, there is no need to worry too much about the threat from the defenders.
Borderlands further north of the river is mainly the territory of monsters, and there are no legions from civilized countries stationed there.
Adolescent Dragon no longer need to hide their minions, and can properly reveal their existence.
The only drawback is that Borderlands is barren. Unlike the wilderness, which has countless mineral resources, you need to find a sustainable source of wealth first, so that you can carry out normal trade and obtain growth resources.
After a period of communication.
Samantha also knows the reason, but it still prefers dry and hot wilderness, of course, the damn rainy season does not count.
"Will we ever return to the wilderness again?"
it asked.
"Yes."
Red Iron Dragon looked deeply and said, "When we are full-fledged, we will return to the wilderness, allowing those who call themselves civilization to recall the fear of being dominated by Dragonkin."
"Yes, yes, let them know how powerful Ignas Siblingss are!"
Fairy Dragon shouted with arms akimbo, as if it was also a member of Ignas Siblings.
Next, because the followers' marching speed was slow, they would sometimes encounter attacks from some brutal ferocious beasts. In order to speed up the process, Garos asked the red dragon and Iron Dragon to clear the way ahead, using Dragon Might to frighten the ferocious beasts Magic Creature.
Molten Iron Clan's dependents have passed the test of time.
Their existence provides great convenience for Dragonkin's life, and through the influence of the Prince's methods, loyalty can be guaranteed.
Re-acquisition of dependents requires time to be polished and cultivated.
Unless they have no choice, Adolescent Dragon will not give up these dependents easily, as the dependents are also their wealth.
Garos hovers in the highest sky, scanning the surroundings with a wide field of vision.
If a legion were to pursue him, he would make sure he could spot the target immediately and then decide whether to flee or fight.
While flying leisurely among the high-altitude clouds.
Garos turned to look south, where Lothern Federation is located.
"It's a pity that Ironthorn Viscount broke my peaceful life, forced me to move, and prevented me from focusing on training. He is in Federation in the south. I guess I won't be able to do anything to him in a short time."
Garos secretly said a pity in his heart.