The weather has been very bad recently.
The sky was swallowed up by thick gray-white, and the clouds hung low, as if they would collapse at any time. The snow did not fall, but flew across the sky, like a silent rage, tearing apart trees, rocks and frozen soil. The mountains in the distance had long been hidden behind the snow curtain, leaving only vague outlines.
The men and horses stationed at Abyssal Rift and the family guards such as Ogre obviously felt uncomfortable.
--With their vision blocked and body heat lost, they hurriedly set up temporary tents to protect themselves from the wind and snow, but their combat status was still affected.
White Dragon Tressie stretched its wings comfortably and hovered freely in the wind and snow.
As a typical cold-type creature, this kind of weather makes her feel like a fish in water.
Feeling the biting cold, she even felt that her thinking was much faster than usual, as if her IQ had increased.
"Less than forty years until freedom."
Tressie This thought flashed through his mind when he was completing a beautiful aerial roller movement.
While enjoying the pleasure of flying, she was thinking about her future choices, "Should we continue to stay in the Molten Iron Tribe, which is booming, or should we leave here and develop alone?"
This important decision about the future made her think deeply.
Both options have pros and cons.
Among all Dragonkin members, Tressie's current status can be said to be the lowest.
Thinking back to ten years ago, her strength was second only to Garos.
However, as time goes by, those Adolescent Dragons have grown into Young Adult Dragons, and her status has also slipped to the bottom. Now she is only slightly higher than those servants and dependents.
What makes her even more unbearable is that every time she meets the red dragon Samantha, she has to suffer all kinds of verbal insults from him.
"White Scale monster", "white-skinned beast", "white Beast". These discriminatory words against White Dragon were used by Red Dragon in various ways.
Some of these words are not even inherent in the Dragon Race heritage.
White Dragon Tressie I really don't understand how the red dragon's meager brain capacity created so many insulting words.
If you choose to stay with the Molten Iron Tribe, White Dragon Tressie, it is estimated that it will be difficult for you to avoid continuing to suffer such insults.
But on the other hand, Molten Iron Tribe is in the golden period of vigorous development. As long as she abides by the rules set by Molten Iron King, she can also obtain generous benefits and many benefits.
After careful weighing, White Dragon still prefers to stay.
She had had enough of those miserable days of precarious life, with only animal bones and stones as treasure.
"Besides."
Tressie was spinning happily in the air, thinking, "Garos asked me before if Borderlands had any other hidden Hatchling Dragon or Adolescent Dragon."
"Molten Iron Tribe is preparing to imitate Blue Dragon Community and adopt young Dragonkin."
"With the emergence of the new Hatchling Dragon and Adolescent Dragon, my ecological niche in Dragonkin can be improved and I can insult those Hatchling Dragon and Adolescent Dragon, even if they will insult me again when they grow up, I have already got used to it and can continue to insult the new Hatchling Dragon and Adolescent Dragon for fun."
In a long life of being discriminated against and discriminating against other dragons.
White Dragon Tressie realized a truth.
The ecological niche is not static, or in other words, it is changing all the time.
If she is in front of the Ignas Siblingss, her ecological niche will plummet to the lowest point, becoming the lowest level among the dragons who will be insulted and trampled upon. But if there are ordinary Hatchling Dragon and Adolescent Dragon, her ecological niche will soar., will become a majestic half-grown Evil Dragon. Even if those Hatchling Dragon, Adolescent Dragon look down on White Dragon, they dare not say it out loud and can only let her bully her.
"Even Garos."
"When he faces a mature Silver Dragon, or a stronger Legendary Realm creature, his ecological niche will also decrease."
Tressie continues to think deeply.
"Think about it this way, even a strong Legendary Realm, even a Deity, can't escape my Dynamic Ecological Niche Theory. When inferior gods face higher gods, it will be difficult for them to be as lofty as they are in the eyes of mortal beings. I'm afraid they will be quite humble."
White Dragon Tressie suddenly understood. "In this world, unless it is the only strongest person, all creatures will inevitably be insulted by the stronger ones, and will inevitably insult the weaker ones."
"No one is nobler than anyone else."
"Any insult to me is essentially an insult from the strong to the weak. It happens everywhere and I don't need to care."
She realized it and finally came to a rather philosophical conclusion.
Since it's the same wherever you go, it's better to stay at the Molten Iron Tribe. After all, the number of Dragonkin here will increase. In the future, while being insulted by the powerful Dragonkin, you can also have the opportunity to vent your insults on other weak dragons.
"When the number of Hatchling Dragon or Adolescent Dragon adopted by the Molten Iron Tribe increases, my ecological niche will continue to rise."
"Haha, only the above few Dragonkins can insult me, but the number of Dragonkins below me will be insulted by me will be even greater."
After thinking about this.
White Dragon Tressie feels particularly comfortable physically and mentally.
She soared more freely in the sky and danced in the wind and snow.
Just when White Dragon was immersed in the comfortable feeling, a deep horn sound penetrated the thick snow curtain and came from far away.
Tressie immediately stopped circling and turned its sharp eyes to the ground.
This special horn sound can only mean one thing - there is another Demon in Abyssal Rift.
Looking down from a high altitude, you can see that the guards stationed around the rift are quickly gathering from all directions, and in the center of the encirclement formed by them, the originally white snow is turning strange black-purple spots at a speed visible to the naked eye - this is a typical sign that the aura of Abyss is corroding Material Plane.
Different from the nervousness of ordinary guards, Tressie felt a sense of excitement.
Because based on past experience, a particularly powerful Demon has never appeared in this rift.
More importantly, under the current special weather environment, she can exert more powerful combat effectiveness than usual.
"Now it's time for these Demon to taste the feeling of being insulted!" White Dragon stretched out his long tongue and licked his chin, then flapped his wings violently and swooped down in the wind and snow.
Boom--!
As the ground suddenly shook, Abyssal Rift was like a wound on the earth torn open by an invisible giant hand, exposed and highlighted.
Densely packed Quasit spurted out like blood.
These goat-sized low-level Demons with small wings let out a burst of excited shouts as soon as they came into contact with the Prime Material Plane air.
Immediately afterwards.
It is Primal Demon with a twisted torso and limbs, and a disproportionate appearance.
Mane, whose whole body was covered with various abscesses and bulging cysts, smelled foul and dirty.
When Demon appears in large numbers and clusters gather together, the aura of Abyss becomes stronger.
Demon Wherever they passed, the snow melted rapidly, and the ground rotted into scorched earth that smelled of sulfur. The surrounding air seemed to be dyed dark, and the boundaries between two different worlds became blurred.
Ice Wall!
White Dragon raised his head and roared, and the dragon chanted and cast spells.
As her wings flapped, walls of ice rose from the ground, dividing the Demon torrent, leaving only one channel.
Elvie flapped its wings at the same time and rose into the air.
She bent the bow and nocked an arrow, Holy Energy condensed into a substantial arrow between the recurve bows, and then shot towards the center where Demon gathered.
Whoosh - boom!
The high-temperature sacred energy exploded into a huge ball of light, swallowing up those Demon whose attributes were restrained, and turning them into ashes and dust.
The aura of Abyss that is expanding radiation is also purified and evaporated.
Primal Demon and Mane could not fly and were trapped inside by the ice wall. As Elvie's sacred Explosive Magic Arrow fell one after another, they were panicked and could only rush through the reserved passage. Then they were slaughtered by Ogre and the warriors who were well prepared.
Quasits flapped their little wings and rushed into the air.
Whoosh whoosh!
The arrows from the centaur and horse sharpshooters were like rain, accurately killing Quasit who flew over the ice wall. Almost every arrow could hit the target.
White Dragon Tressie is eyeing the elites in Quasit.
Bang!
With a crisp collision sound, the Demon elite, who was much stronger and bigger than the other Quasit, reacted quickly, turned around and shot away the arrow that shot through the air with a short knife.
But the next second, a strong wind hit.
White Dragon's body enveloped Quasit Elite, his sharp claws reached out, grabbed it, and crushed it instantly.
"Abyss reptile! Be afraid and tremble!"
The giant dragon laughed wildly.
Humiliating and killing the weak Demon always makes White Dragon feel comfortable, and the desire to kill deep in Evil Dragon's heart is satisfied.
After that, the fighting situation became one-sided.
As time went by, Demon was killed one by one.
Soon after, thousands of Demon corpses were spread on the ground, and black blood soaked the earth. Looking from a high altitude, it looked like a stubborn ink stain appeared in the snow-white world.
The family guards wiped it with snow to wash away the demon blood on their weapons.
Low-level Demon did not cause many casualties to these elite guards, but in the process of fighting and dying, the Demon exuded the breath of Abyss all the time, and their blood had the dual effects of physical corrosion and affecting the soul.
The movements of the family members were in a daze, and violent expressions flashed across their eyes from time to time, struggling to suppress the evil desires surging in their hearts.
Elvie exhaled gently.
She noticed abnormalities in other family members, and it was not the first time that a similar situation happened.
Continuous battles with Demon can easily cause soldiers to be corrupted by Abyss, and even be assimilated into Demonkin, turning around and killing their original companions.
In this case, just keep the guards away and replace them with a new batch of guards.
After a period of time, the guard who has recovered will have a stronger spirit and will tempered by the breath of Abyss.
But just then.
Abyssal Rift, who had calmed down, suddenly burst out with a strong breath again.
Two huge and skinny wings with blade-like black feathers suddenly spread out and stretched out from Abyssal Rift. Then a gray shadow flashed, and a particularly ferocious one appeared. Demon, which had never appeared before, appeared in the wind and snow.
It is about five meters tall, has a hook-shaped beak with serrated teeth, dark red compound eyes, and short horns on its head.
It has a jagged frame like a vulture, and is covered with dark green and gray-black feathers. The skin covered with pustules is exposed between the feathers.
Its body surface constantly exudes sulfur-smelling grease, which forms rancid steam when exposed to the air.
Vrock, also known as--Vulture Demon.
Whoosh - it waved its wings, and its body teleported away without warning, appearing behind a Ogre. Its thin and sharp claws pierced the Ogre's thick skin from the back of the neck, killing a Ogre guard with one blow.
And with this Abyss, Vulture Demon with a particularly strong aura appeared.
Many Vulture Demons two or three meters high rushed out of Abyssal Rift, rushing in all directions, and more Quasit, Primal Demon, and Mane emerged, forming Magic Tide.
And there is more than one powerful Vulture Demon boss, five Vulture Demon bosses flew out of Abyssal Rift one after another.
This time, the Demons are coming in force.
The appearance of Vulture Demon changed the situation of the battle.
White Dragon Tressie and Centaur Elvie glanced at the extremely fast and teleporting Vulture Demon bosses, and at the same time they felt awe-inspiring in their hearts.
Whoosh whoosh!
The three Vulture Demon bosses focused on White Dragon Tressie, flying around her at high speed, leaving afterimages all over the sky.
Multiattack!
Tear!
The Vulture Demon leader's attack fell on White Dragon. The first blow broke the ice armor, and the second blow tore open its dragon scales, leaving a bloody laceration wound that continued to bleed.
White Dragon roars back.
However, Demon is not a weakling. It is stronger than most creatures at the same level. The three Vulture Demon bosses attacked at the same time, using Teleportation, Stench Cloud, Fear Scream and other skills successively, putting White Dragon at a disadvantage.
There are two Vulture Demon leaders targeting Elvie.
With the bloodline of Pegasus, the sacred and noble Half-Blood Centaur makes them feel afraid and at the same time they can't help but want to ravage and kill them.
Whoosh!
The shot arrow was avoided by Vulture Demon's tumbling body.
The other Vulture Demon boss dived from the side and approached quickly. Elvie pulled out his sword, poured Magic Energy into it, and slashed it away, sending Vulture Demon flying away, sprinkling demon blood all over the ground.
However, without waiting for pursuit, a strong wind suddenly came from behind.
The other Vulture Demon boss teleported behind Elvie. She hurriedly dodged, but was still swept across her body by Vulture Demon's sharp claws. She felt bursts of stinging pain, and the wounds were torn. There was also a stench of corruption, and she was bleeding like White Dragon.
One on one, she is not afraid of the Vulture Demon boss.
But now we are fighting against many, and the enemies are highly sensitive creatures, so the battle becomes dangerous.
"Sweet flesh, delicious soul."
"I can't wait to enjoy it."
After licking the blood on his paws, the Vulture Demons let out a hoarse and cruel scream and attacked again.
"Reptiles, do you think you have the upper hand? Wait for death."
Faced with the sudden disadvantage, Tressie did not lose his mind due to anger.
She smiled coldly and decisively crushed the emergency Communication Stone hidden under the scales.
In her opinion, although these Demon leaders seem to have the upper hand at the moment and are insulting and bullying her, as long as more powerful reinforcements arrive, the situation will be reversed, and she does not need to feel angry for a moment of humiliation.
This will be the best confirmation of the "Dynamic Ecological Niche Theory" she just realized.