It didn't take long for the four little dragons to carve up the entire giant elephant, and the full belly finally brought a long-lost sense of satisfaction.
Feeling the fullness and comfort in their abdomens, the little dragons lay lazily on the ground, enjoying this rare and comfortable time after meals.
However, this tranquility lasted for less than a minute before the cold voice of White Dragon exploded again like thunder.
"Who allowed you to rest?!" Tressie waved the dragon wings violently, setting off a biting cold wind, blowing hard on the little dragons, making them tremble and wake up instantly. "Get up!"
She let out a deep dragon roar.
The Ogres who had been waiting for a long time immediately moved over pieces of huge and heavy metal blocks.
Under the eyes of the little dragons full of confusion and confusion, White Dragon ordered coldly, "Treat these iron lumps as my enemies! Treat your bodies as weapons! Crash into them!"
She had personally witnessed Garos's masochistic exercise method.
She herself tried several times, but soon gave up because of the unbearable boredom and pain.
However, it would be perfect to use a similar method to "train" these over-energetic brats.
Hitting these hard iron stones with your body? This is simply equivalent to self-mutilation!
The little dragons looked at each other with hesitation and resistance written on their faces, and no one took action immediately.
"Why, haven't you seen Lord of Crimson Wings Garos fall from the sky with an unparalleled ferocity like a meteorite impact?"
Tressie's voice suddenly became louder, and he said, "That is the result of constantly hitting the rocks and the earth day and night, leaving oneself covered with bruises countless times, having the dragon scales Shatter peel off again and again, causing muscles and bones to crack repeatedly, and going through the cycle of tearing pain and healing torture countless times, and finally build a terrifyingly strong body!"
"Don't you want to step on me one day? Don't you aspire to become the unparalleled and powerful Dragonkin?"
She raised her tail and pointed the sharp tip of her tail accurately at the cold metal blocks. "Then stop talking nonsense and start hitting them!"
Upon hearing Tressie's highly inflammatory words, especially the promise of "trampling on me under your feet", the red dragon Kaxier was the first to let out an unwilling roar.
She exerted all her strength and slammed into the largest iron stone like a burning cannonball.
"Clang--!"
A deafening loud noise came, and Kaxier was dizzy by the huge reaction force. The dragon scales on his body instantly cracked into pieces, and some spider web-like cracks suddenly appeared on the surface of the hard iron stone.
Immediately afterwards, the dull and continuous banging sound of "bang bang bang" could be heard in this open space.
The young Dragonkins gritted their fangs, endured the severe pain, and violently collided with the cold and hard iron stones with their not yet fully grown bodies again and again.
When they felt exhausted and almost collapsed to the ground, before they could take a few breaths, they were pulled up again by the ruthless White Dragon, forcing them to fly with heavy weights and continue to exercise their vital flying skills and endurance.
Although the intensity of training is far from comparable to Garos Nafilon's standard.
But White Dragon Tressie basically copied the method of Garos and developed a rigorous training plan for these little dragons.
Phew--!
As a strong wind suddenly hit, the ground was shrouded in a huge shadow.
The figures of the red dragons Samantha and Iron Dragon Sorog hovered briefly at low altitude, and then landed steadily on the wide platform on the third floor of Burning Steel Fortress.
Iron Dragon Sorog glanced downwards, briefly stopping at the little dragons who were training hard, then withdrew his gaze and walked slowly into the fortress with a steady pace.
"Come to the council chamber."
His low and penetrating voice sounded directly in the hearts of several dragons at the same time.
The little dragons raised their heads and looked at the towering, huge, burning steel fortress - Burning Steel Fortress.
They calmed down their somewhat confused minds, and under the leadership of White Dragon Tressie, they flapped their wings and flew towards the high platform on the third floor.
Burning Steel Fortress, in the magnificent meeting hall.
When the little dragons entered this huge space one by one, several big dragons were already waiting here.
The red dragons Samantha and Iron Dragon Sorog are respectively entrenched on the stone platforms on both sides of the meeting hall, one on the left and one on the right. Directly in front of them, on top of Golden Throne located in the deepest part of the hall, symbolizing the supreme Divine Authority, sits the fierce and majestic Lord of Molten Iron.
What shocked the little dragons even more and even made them feel a little uneasy.
In this place where Chromatic Evil Dragons is at the center of the discussion, there is actually a hybrid dragon exuding the aura of Metal Dragon sitting there.
The opponent's huge size even exceeded the red dragons Samantha and Iron Dragon Sorog.
The hostility and vigilance rooted in their bloodline nature made the little dragons subconsciously want to let out threatening roars, but they were suppressed by the solemn and dignified atmosphere in the meeting hall and could only suppress it forcibly.
Although my heart is full of great curiosity and confusion.
But no dragon explained to them why a hybrid Metal Dragon appeared here.
"Sit."
Above Golden Throne, Red Iron Dragon spoke calmly, and his voice echoed in the empty hall.
The meeting hall was extremely huge and spacious. The newly arrived dragons followed the instructions and sat upright on a huge stone platform large enough for Adult Dragon to lie on it. Their eyes could not help but focus on Red Iron Dragon on the throne.
"Sorog, first talk about your specific arrangements for them."
Red Iron Dragon After saying this, he closed his eyes slightly, as if he fell into a state of mental repose.
Iron Dragon Sorog nodded slightly, and then turned his attention to the Hatchling Dragon and Adolescent Dragon below.
He carefully considered his words and said in an unquestionable tone, "Dragon Valley has provided you with shelter and food necessary for survival. Correspondingly, you also need to assume your responsibilities and serve the future of Dragon Valley."
He deliberately emphasized his tone and glanced at each little dragon. "Do you all understand this clearly and unmistakably?"
Blue Dragon Heriam, Red Dragon Kaxier, Green Dragon Ludwig, Black Dragon Seraphina.
Under the oppressive gaze of Iron Dragon, the four little dragons nodded one after another to express their understanding.
"Very well, then I'll get straight to the point."
Iron Dragon Sorog stopped beating around the bush and announced bluntly, "You need to fight against your own lazy nature. According to the actual needs of Dragon Valley's current development, you need to make an immediate choice and determine your first official career path."
His eyes first fell on Black Dragon Seraphina and Green Dragon Ludwig.
"Black Dragon, likes to play with corpses and the power of death by nature, and is naturally good at dealing with the undead and the realm of death. Borderlands This land has the most indispensable resource of corpses. Therefore, The Necromancer path is the most suitable choice for you. After you take up the job at Necromancer and achieve certain achievements on this path, you will be responsible for an important task related to the future of the tribe."
"Green Dragon is born with the instinct to control and control the forces of nature. The Druid path allows you to draw strength from the vast nature. In the future, you can play a key role in Dragon Valley's agricultural farming, livestock reproduction, etc., adding an indispensable cornerstone. This is also the most suitable path for you. After you successfully take office, you, like Seraphina, will also shoulder a vital task."
Dragonforged Warrior Transformation Plan, Garos have already talked with Sorog.
This can greatly improve Molten Iron Tribe's foundation. Sorog is very concerned about this. If you want to optimize the transformation of Dragon Vein, research on life and soul is essential.
Natural Dragon and Necrotic Dragon embark on the Druid pathway and the Necromancer pathway.
They are all good at this.
Regarding the arrangement of Iron Dragon Sorog, black Hatchling Dragon and green Hatchling Dragon have no objection.
The choice of career path is a big deal for short-lived species, and requires repeated consideration and careful consideration, but in Dragonkin's opinion, it is not that important. With Dragonkin's long life, he will sooner or later take up many career paths.
Besides.
The Undead and Druid pathways are inherently suitable careers for Black Dragon and Green Dragon.
"As for you two."
Iron Dragon Sorog's eyes turned to Blue Dragon Heriam and red dragon Kaxier.
"Heriam, you need to give full play to your innate talent for storms and become Storm Sorcerer who can control thunder and hurricanes and manipulate celestial phenomena. This will be the best expression of your power. In the future, Borderlands's complex and changeable weather control and utilization work will be your sole responsibility."
"Kaxier, your violent rage can also be transformed into a source of power. Choose "Wild Dragon", a path full of primitive wildness. Molten Iron Tribe currently lacks an "executioner" role that can fully demonstrate the fierce majesty and majesty of Dragonkin. This position is undoubtedly very suitable for you to show your true nature."
Blue Dragon Heriam nodded calmly to express acceptance.
The red dragon Kaxier let out a suppressed roar in excitement, and the dragon's pupils shone with excitement.
Natural Dragon, Necrotic Dragon, Storm Dragon, Wild Dragon... This is not only based on the urgent needs of Dragon Valley's current development, but also the optimal choice based on the different talents and characteristics of Dragonkin.
"Druid, Undead, storm."
"These three paths only require normal accumulation of meditation to be able to find employment."
Sorog said, "And Wild Dragon's inauguration requires rage, rage, Rage." He turned to look at White Dragon Tressie: "In addition to urging them to meditate, there is also the task of quickly inaugurating Kaxier, all of which are left to you."
White Dragon Tressie Hearing this, the huge dragon head nodded solemnly.
Then, she opened her mouth wide and showed an extremely malicious and provocative smile to the red dragon Kaxier below.
This task is simply a "fun" tailor-made for her.
After completing the preliminary arrangements for the career path, Nurturer Tressie took the four little dragons out of the solemn Burning Steel Fortress meeting hall and returned to the solid training space outside to continue her rigorous teaching and training.
"Before the war really breaks out, they should all successfully reach the Young Adult Dragon stage."
When the figures of the little dragons disappeared outside the door, Iron Dragon Sorog turned his attention back to Red Iron Dragon above Golden Throne, and said firmly, "By that time, they will become the indispensable mainstay supporting Molten Iron Tribe."
Molten Iron Tribe has always been faced with a serious lack of mid- and high-level combat capabilities.
When these four talented Dragonkin grow up, this problem will be easily solved.
With more available talents under his command, Sorog no longer has to do everything by himself as he did in the past.
"Garos, when can we march into Ser Wilderness?"
The red dragon Samantha couldn't suppress the restlessness in his heart, stretched out his scarlet tongue, licked the sharp dragon kiss, and asked eagerly.
Since her last brief return to the wilderness and the successful destruction of the Dwarf stronghold, the thought of returning to that vast world and roaming wildly has become stronger in her heart, like a blazing wildfire.
"Now is not the best time."
Red Iron Dragon's steady voice sounded, with unquestionable majesty. "But this waiting time will never be too long."
He raised his majestic dragon head, and the dragon's pupils seemed to penetrate Burning Steel Fortress's thick steel wall, staring into the distant south, silently overlooking the vast land named Ser Wilderness.
"Last time we attacked Black Rock Principality's station in the wilderness, we didn't see any decent pursuers."
Garos said, "This in itself is a signal - Federation countries are paying significantly less attention to the wilderness and borderlands."
He paused slightly and threw out a more weighty piece of information. "Not only that, just a few days ago, I obtained a piece of vital information from Gordon."
He looked around at the Dragonkin present and said in a deep voice, "Lothern Kingdom has recalled its Legendary Realm strong men who have been stationed in the Ser Wilderness border area for a long time."
Before the red dragon Samantha fully understood the far-reaching meaning behind this information, Iron Dragon Sorog's gaze was immediately bright and his eyes were shining brightly.
"Lothern Kingdom recalls its Legendary Realm combat power..."
"In order to cope with the huge pressure and threats that Lothern Kingdom may bring, other neighboring kingdoms will most likely follow suit and withdraw their top forces in the borders and wilderness and deploy them to more core conflict areas!"
He categorically concluded. "When the war between Southern Kingdoms really ignites and Legendary Realm is too powerful to take care of it, it will be our best opportunity to march into Ser Wilderness, seize chestnuts from the fire, and seize benefits!"
This vast land of Ser Wilderness is located outside the border of Southern Kingdoms. Strictly speaking, it does not belong to the legal territory of any country. It is only regarded by these powerful countries as a "public back garden" where they can carve up resources and establish outposts at will.
When the homeland of each country is stable and secure, and its national power is strong.
The garrisons located on the wilderness border are often well-equipped, strong, and full of intimidation.
However, once the situation on the mainland changes suddenly and war clouds gather, in order to concentrate their forces to deal with the imminent core of the storm, all countries will inevitably choose to remove the top experts from "secondary areas" such as the wilderness and redeploy them to more critical and dangerous national borders.
As a result, although the strength of the garrison in the wilderness cannot be underestimated, compared with its heyday, its deterrence and combat effectiveness will undoubtedly be greatly weakened, providing an opportunity for monsters to take advantage of.
"That's right! Sorog and I have completely the same judgment!"
After a brief silence, the red dragon Samantha nodded his head vigorously and expressed his agreement in a loud voice.