Under the wind and snow, Fertile Plain, Red Iron Dragon was gently stretching his body. A fine tingling sensation suddenly came from all over his body. He tensed his muscles slightly, and the small wounds immediately stopped bleeding.
He looked at his cracked scales.
There are few dragons like him who would let their followers attack them for training when nothing happens. The number of Battleworn Mark on his black and red scales has increased a lot. Now that these cracks are healed, some of them will form Battleworn Mark.
"If I continue at this rate, I may reach adulthood, or even the prime of life at the latest, and my scales will be covered with Battleworn Mark."
"In addition, my Cold Explosive Scale has a special structure and does not have any Battleworn Mark. Battleworn Mark mainly has inner dragon scales."
"In the future, if there are creatures of the same race, or creatures who know Dragonkin, see that I am clean and think that I am not good at fighting, and then provoke me, attack me, smash Cold Explosive Scale and then suddenly see Battleworn Mark all over, I don't know how they will react. Well, maybe they will be very surprised."
Thinking of this, Red Iron Dragon raised a playful smile at the corner of his mouth.
"Praise Dragon Lord, your scales have become stronger."
Snake Woman exhaled slowly, lowered his head, and said respectfully.
When the master of Borderlands sought her out as a sparring partner for the first time, her sword edge could still leave deep marks on his body. However, as the number of times increased, the resistance of Red Iron Dragon's scale armor to sharp objects increased rapidly.
Until now.
With her unparalleled sword-cutting power, although she could still break through its dragon scales, it could only barely cut through the outermost layer of flesh and blood, and could not cause any real effective damage at all.
This kind of growth rate that is visible to the naked eye is terrifying.
Garos nodded lightly and said, "Naris, take your weapons to Black Iron Plain and let Alchemist refine and strengthen them. Their materials are good, but the forging techniques are too rough."
Snake Woman Sword Saint is a good sparring partner.
Because of her existence, Garos's resistance to sharp damage has improved a lot, and it hasn't reached its limit yet, so he pays more attention to it.
"Next time I hope your sword will be sharper and leave a deeper wound on me."
Hearing this, Snake Woman responded, "Naris will not disappoint your expectations."
As she spoke, she felt increasingly grateful for the choice she had made.
Red Iron Dragon Just letting her attack will almost exhaust her physical energy, but she still remains motionless.
Although this was related to the fact that she did not deliberately target the weak point to attack, Red Iron Dragon also did not attack at all.
If it really comes down to a life and death fight, with her size, as long as she is hit by the Red Iron Dragon attack a few times, the battle will basically be declared over.
Serpentfolk Sword Saint's pride.
After several sparring sessions with Red Iron Dragon, I was already in pieces.
On the other side, White Dragon Tressie squatted on the ground, stretching his head and watching.
"This Naris usually looks aloof in front of such a noble Mature Dragon as me."
"But when Garos arrived, her ecological niche dropped sharply, and she immediately became as docile as a little sheep."
She flicked her tail, feeling happy because the result was exactly as she expected.
Since she understood Dynamic Ecological Niche Theory, as long as she thinks of this theory every time she gets angry, the violent anger belonging to the Dragonkin bloodline will gradually dissipate. Over time, Tressie's mentality has become calmer, and she has become more comfortable and more efficient in learning magic.
Garos noticed White Dragon's expression of "insight into the truth" and "it's true".
He was speechless and could probably guess what she was thinking.
"Garos, Molten Iron Tribe When will there be a new young dragon?"
Under the gaze of Garos, White Dragon Tressie supported his body and took the opportunity to ask, his tone full of expectation.
She couldn't wait to experience the feeling of humiliating the young dragon from top to bottom.
"It will be when it is due."
Garos said.
The dependents of Borderlands were also paying attention to the traces of Dragonkin while they were active, but they never found it. The same was true for the pioneer scouts of Permafrost Tundra and Ser Wilderness.
Whether it is Borderlands or Ser Wilderness, the land is quite vast.
Moreover, although the number of Dragonkin is not very rare, it is by no means common. The names of Dragon Valley and Molten Iron Tribe have not been published. Meeting other young dragons requires a little luck.
Garos simply told his family members to guard Abyssal Rift, then waved his wings and disappeared in the blink of an eye, swept by the strong wind.
Dragon Valley, Burning Steel Fortress.
The majestic fortress stands on the top of the cliff, motionless in the wind and snow.
Its overall shape is not very symmetrical, with sharp towers like dragon horns. There are many casting traces and cracks on the wall, which are densely arranged to form traces of dragon patterns. The appearance is a bit rough at first glance, but it has a peculiar beauty. It is a fortress building that is very consistent with the Dragon Race style. The guards are mainly served by Dire Bear and Wyvern.
At this time, Red Iron Dragon appeared in the sky above Burning Steel Fortress.
He closed his wings, slowly lowered his altitude, and landed directly on a raised terrace, his claws landing on the hard metal floor.
Garos stands on the edge of the terrace and looks down, taking in a panoramic view of the entire Dragon Valley scenery.
At this time, the shallow wounds left by Sword Saint on his body had basically healed.
The regeneration speed of Garos has been increasing.
Although he is still far from the Hyperfast Regeneration who is like a thorn in the battle, it is steadily improving, allowing him to quickly recover from his injuries after the battle.
Of course, this rapid recovery is not without cost and will consume his energy.
He took out a bucket of 95 Black Oil from Space Ring and drank it down tons and tons of Garos. He suddenly felt refreshed and the energy he had just consumed was greatly replenished.
With the development of the alchemical industry.
Like 95 Black Oil, the high-grade Black Oil that Garos couldn't bear to drink in the past has produced more than before, and he can now drink it occasionally.
"Guess a color!"
"I am the nascent flame and the withered maple leaf; I symbolize the danger of taboos and the ultimate passion."
"--Hybrid Dragon, what color am I?"
Accompanied by the sound of excitement, Red-Silver Dragon walked out of the curved arch behind the terrace.
"Red."
Garos thought for a few seconds and came up with the answer.
"Correct answer! It's your turn to solve the puzzle."
Red-Silver Dragon said happily.
"Wait, I need to exercise to relieve fire now."
95 Black Oil turned into fiery energy in his body, and flames shot out from Garos's mouth and nose as he spoke. Immediately, he flapped his dragon wings, flew into Dragon Valley, and started exercising where the overweight props were placed.
Red-Silver Dragon is not idle either.
She couldn't drink Black Oil, but she also learned from Garos, drank a bottle of magic potion that stimulated physical activity, and then exercised with the strong Red Iron Dragon.
The sun rises, the moon sets, and the snowflakes rustle.
In the blink of an eye, another few months passed, and the time came to the beginning of New Calendar 251.
Boom boom boom!
As he took deep breaths again and again, the sound of drums came from Red Iron Dragon's chest, and Bloodburst Art was performing heart exercises.
Suddenly, the feeling of tapping the blood vessels came.
"Garos, at the secret post on the border of the Estonia River, a Adolescent Dragon was found flying across the river towards Borderlands."
The voice of Iron Dragon Sorog sounded through Blood Kin Link in the heart of Garos.
"Tell me carefully."
Garos slowly exhaled and responded.
"The news comes from the Mad Frogfolk secret whistle that lives in the river."
Mad Frogfolk, mainly aquatic creatures, Molten Iron Tribe discovered a Mad Frogfolk clan in the Estonia River after unifying Borderlands, and quickly subdued them. Now they are mainly located on the southern river bank and are responsible for trade and security.
"They smelled Dragon Blood in the water, and then spotted a juvenile female red dragon flying over Estonia River."
The voice paused for a moment, and Iron Dragon Sorog continued, "However, the red dragon is not in good condition. He was bleeding and injured along the way, and he seems to be being chased."
"Wait a minute, new information just came in. A Dwarf cavalry with Golem is crossing the river and chasing the red dragon in the direction of escape."
Coming from the direction of Ser Wilderness.
Being hunted.
Dwarf.
Red Iron Dragon stopped the cardio exercise, a glint flashed in his eyes, and said, "Let the family members not act rashly and try to stay hidden."
After thinking for a while, he added, "Call Samantha and Grand Workshop Master, and we will go there in person."
If it is a regular army belonging to Federation, Communication Artifact is indispensable.
Just in case, it's best to bring Alchemist, which can isolate communication.
After more than a year of peaceful life, new variables appeared in the Molten Iron Tribe. After ending the call with Sorog, Red Iron Dragon stretched his majestic body and suddenly took to the air.