Dragon Valley, that training field that was pounded and beaten as hard as iron.
"White... powerful Pale Wings! These training methods... are too harsh."
Black Dragon Seraphina felt that all the muscles in his body were groaning and tearing apart under the load, and finally couldn't help but made a painful protest to the supervisor White Dragon Tressie.
"Harsh?!"
White Dragon Tressie sneered, his eyes full of disdain. "Compared with the grinding Lord of Molten Iron endures every day, your pitiful training intensity is nothing but a drop in the bucket."
The surrounding dragons - the red dragons Kaxier, Blue Dragon Heriam, Green Dragon Ludwig - including Black Dragon, all had doubtful looks on their faces, obviously doubting what Tressie said.
But just then.
Phew--!
A sudden violent wind swept past, and accompanied by clear tremors from the ground, a figure like a burning meteorite suddenly flew out of Burning Steel Fortress, with a suffocating sense of oppression, and landed accurately in the center of the Hypergravity Field ground not far away that was specially designed for extreme exercise.
"Look at the eyes of you slackers, I read the doubt."
Tressie raised his head and looked at the strong and majestic Red Iron Dragon body exuding a hot and metallic aura, and said, "Then take a good look! Open your eyes and see clearly, our How Lord of Molten Iron tempered himself! Soon, you will understand that what you should envy the most is not the powerful power he possesses now, but the will that is more stubborn than the hardest steel and more dazzling than the sun in the sky!"
Hearing this, several little dragons couldn't help but cast slightly suspicious eyes on the Hypergravity Field land.
At the same time.
I saw Red Iron Dragon Garos's wings suddenly waved, and the huge body was suspended in the air for an instant, followed by a clean inversion, adjusting the body to a vertical and upside-down posture, and at the same time decisively retracting the broad wings.
When the towering and ferocious dragon head hanging upside down was less than one meter above the ground.
Huh--
Two extremely broad wings suddenly unfolded like battle flags.
The violent air current carried flying sand and rocks and spread violently in a radial pattern! The strong wind pressure even made the dragons watching from a distance almost unable to open their eyes.
When their eyes struggled to penetrate the diffuse wind and sand, and finally saw clearly Red Iron Dragon's movements at this moment, all their breathing involuntarily stopped.
Shocking!
I saw that Red Iron Dragon's body, as heavy as a mountain, was actually in an incredible inverted posture at this moment, with only its wing bones supporting the terrifying weight of the whole body, standing steadily on the solid ground.
Every fold on the tough wing membrane seemed to be under unparalleled huge pressure, trembling slightly; the knotted muscles at the connection between the dragon wings and the majestic torso made a heart-wrenching "gurgling" sound, as if countless steel wires stretched to the limit were groaning.
Under the increasingly shocked and almost frozen gazes of the little dragons.
Red Iron Dragon landed steadily, with four strong dragon feet deeply gripping the ground. Then, he closed his wings tightly on his broad back. The thick, long and powerful dragon tail, like a living python, flexibly swam upward along the curve of his back, and finally hooked the root of his own majestic dragon horns with the tip of his tail.
The entire body, from the neck to the tail, seems to form a closed loop.
The next second.
The body that seemed clumsy, sluggish, and as heavy as a mountain actually exploded with incredible toughness and agility, and began to curl up like a spring. The dragon scales violently rubbed and collided with each other, splashing out countless tiny sparks. When the dragon's kiss almost touched the strong tail vertebrae, the entire huge dragon body was almost compressed into a sphere.
Bang--!!!
The curled dragon body was like a giant bow that had been fully stretched by the gods and then let go. The muscles at the head and tail were connected to produce a terrifying ejection force. The body suddenly shot straight into the sky, burning into an orange-red meteor in the air friction, dragging long smoke and crashing into the depths of the clouds, and then steadily descended back to the ground.
The scales on his body opened and closed slightly, emitting an astonishing high temperature, which violently collided with the cold air, evaporating white steam as thick as clouds.
He slowly stood upright, fully extending his giant wings and strong Dragon Arm.
Stretching out that majestic, ferocious, and extremely strong body... but revealing a thrilling and beautiful body Tyrant Dragon.
Without any pause or breath, he started a new round of exercise in the overweight exercise venue.
Every action seemed almost impossible to the little dragons, but what he displayed was perfect and full of power, shocking the hearts of onlookers.
"I really want to... experience the feeling of being completely overwhelmed and ravaged by such a body..."
White Dragon Tressie stuck out his scarlet tongue and licked his chin eagerly. His eyes were fixed on Garos, making no secret of the burning covetousness and possessiveness tumbling inside.
She has coveted Garos for a long time, but she knows that the other party has no regard for her relatively "thin and slender" White Dragon body.
Immediately, Tressie turned his head sharply, turning the uncontrollable heat and slight frustration in his heart into another form of "motivation", and glanced at the dragons around him like a knife.
"Did you see that? Now, who else feels that they have reached their limit? Who else dares to complain that the intensity of their exercise is too high?!"
White Dragon Tressie swung its tail, made a sound that broke through the air, opened its huge mouth, and showed a cruel and exciting smile.
"Now, it's your turn to conduct "anti-beating training"! Line up one by one, come and wait for my whipping."
Before she finished speaking, her dragon tail covered with hard scales was whipping out like a steel whip.
"Pah! Pah! Pah!"
Dull and loud slapping sounds sounded one after another, falling accurately on each little dragon, instantly shattering their dragon scales, splitting their skin and flesh, and leaving traces of blood.
However, perhaps due to the strong stimulation of Red Iron Dragon's inhuman will and powerful body, an unprecedented yearning and expectation to become stronger grew in the hearts of the dragons.
Even though they endured White Dragon's merciless whipping, they just clenched their fangs, swallowed the painful roar back into their stomachs, and endured it silently, with the flames of unwillingness and desire burning in their eyes.
Another place.
Garos, who was undergoing extreme training, naturally noticed the movements of White Dragon Tressie's "training" dragons.
But he just glanced at it, and there was no wave in the dragon eyes. Then he withdrew his gaze and continued to focus on his training without any intention of stopping it.
The reason why Dragonkin can survive and thrive in many planes and worlds.
It has strong adaptability to various extreme environments.
Even if other Dragonkin don't have Garos's incredible evolutionary talent, and their efficiency cannot be compared with it, the targeted training day after day will definitely be of endless benefit to them.
Strength, speed, defense, endurance... these basic attributes can be significantly improved through persistent training.
Surpassing Garos may be an unattainable dream, but surpassing other lazy fellows who only know how to sleep and plunder is definitely a certainty.
Unfortunately, many Dragonkin are born with a lazy nature and stubbornly believe that as long as they eat, sleep, and wait for time to pass, their strength will naturally increase. Therefore, they extremely lack the precious awareness of independent exercise.
White Dragon Tressie itself is an excellent example.
She knew very well that the power of Garos was inseparable from its day and night, almost masochistic exercise, and she had also tried to imitate his method.
But the unforgettable pain and boredom quickly sapped her enthusiasm and made her unable to persist.
In the end, she simply gave up on self-discipline.
After all, for her, it is much easier and more interesting to impose this "strictness" on other dragons than to ask herself to persevere.
From another perspective, having a "responsible" supervisor and "special training officer" like White Dragon is actually a good thing that does more good than harm for the growth of this group of little dragons.
This allows them to grasp power more quickly and have the capital to protect themselves and even become powerful in this crisis-ridden world where the weak and the strong prey on the strong.
At the same time.
Estonia River is located on the south bank of Borderlands.
The broad river surface is blown by the breeze, creating layers of tiny ripples. Under the sunlight in the afternoon, it shines with countless tiny golden lights, presenting a sparkling and intoxicating beauty.
Several merchant ships with deep drafts were sailing leisurely with the gentle surging of the water. The bows of the ships slowly adjusted their direction and approached the waters of the river where Borderlands was located.
"Young man, I'm really curious,"
The captain of one of the merchant ships, a weather-beaten middle-aged man, held onto the side of the ship and looked at the young man standing in front of him, his tone filled with confusion and a hint of worry.
"Why are you going to Borderlands? That place... is not a safe and friendly place in the eyes of most people."
The young man being questioned is named Alberto and looks to be about twenty years old.
He has fair skin and an almost perfect face. He always has a sunny and contagious smile on his face. His dazzling golden shoulder-length curly hair blows in the wind. He wears simple leather armor for easy movement. He has a rolled-up map, a leather water bottle and a rather sharp-looking short knife neatly pinned to his waist. He is dressed in a standard adventurer's attire.
Just a few days ago, when Alberto accidentally heard that the destination of this fleet was Borderlands, he took the initiative to find the captain and politely asked him to give him a ride.
The captain demanded payment from him as a matter of course.
Alberto showed a shy and apologetic smile and frankly stated that he was currently short of money.
It stands to reason that the captain would never agree to carry a stranger without tangible benefits. This is not in line with the rules and also carries hidden risks.
However.
When he met Alberto's clear, sincere, blue eyes that seemed to contain the stars and the sea, for some reason, he unexpectedly nodded and agreed as an exception.
"I heard--"
Alberto showed off his adventurer's attire. His smile was still bright, but there was a hint of inquiry in his eyes. "--Today's Borderlands seems to be a little different from the chaotic and dangerous people in the past."
He paused and looked at the getting closer and closer to the river bank shrouded in sunlight in front of the bow.
"As you can see, I am an adventurer who is passionate about the unknown. I am always full of unquenchable curiosity about those lands that few people care about and are shrouded in mystery. What's more... Borderlands seems to be undergoing some strange changes, which is even more worth witnessing with your own eyes."
He changed the subject and addressed the captain with just the right desire for knowledge.
"You seem to be a frequent visitor here. This is not your first time entering the waters of Borderlands. Do you know why this land has changed like this? What force is reshaping the order here?"
Under the gaze of the young man's eyes that seemed to have Magic Power, the captain, who was usually taciturn and didn't like to meddle in other people's business, suddenly felt a strong desire to talk welling up in his heart.