Garos stretched out his thick dragon claws and grasped Alberto's burnt-black golden dragon tail that hung weakly.
His wings flapped, creating a howling wind.
He just dragged the young Gold Dragon, who was sleeping like a dead pig, and finally threw it casually into a relatively soft sand pile in Dragon Valley.
Plop!
There was a muffled sound and dust flew up.
This rough treatment did nothing to wake the sleeper.
Instead, there was a huge snoring that resounded throughout Dragon Valley like a continuous muffled thunder.
One after another, the music rises and falls, echoing and lingering in the empty valley.
Garos's majestic body landed gently in the middle of the valley.
He stretched his huge body covered with cold black and red dragon scales, making a slight sound of bone friction, and then turned his eyes to Red-Silver Dragon Deborah, who was standing elegantly next to him.
"There's something wrong with this Alberto."
he said.
Deborah let out a chuckle.
The tip of her slender and flexible dragon tail rolled up a huge boulder and then swung it violently.
With great precision, it hit the side of Alberto's golden head.
Bang.
The boulder instantly shattered into countless tiny gravels, like exploding dust fireworks.
However, there was almost no reaction from Gold Dragon in the pile of sand, only the Spell Scale between his neck flickered for a moment and then dimmed.
"Tsk, tsk, you're so durable."
Deborah tilted his head with interest, and then waved his dragon claw in the air casually.
The cold air condensed, forming hard ice crystals out of thin air.
These ice crystals were like a dense rain of bullets, hitting Alberto's defenseless body one after another, making a dull crashing sound.
Deborah looked thoughtful while playing this target shooting game.
"Strange."
She said, "Could this guy have made some weird or harsh oath?"
Garos nodded his huge head and said, "It's very possible."
"Holy Dragon Path's skills are indeed all-encompassing and comprehensive, but there is also a huge problem that cannot be ignored."
His eyes fell on Alberto.
"The oath can give Sacred Dragon tenacious determination and violent power that is far beyond normal, but it also leads to an inevitable side effect."
"Sacred Dragon Sometimes, because of impulsiveness or excessive pursuit of perfection, he accidentally makes some oaths that are too strict or weird and difficult to understand."
"Look at the way he looks."
"Nine times out of ten that's the case."
Although Garos doesn't know exactly what kind of oath this young man Gold Dragon has made at this moment, judging from his strange reaction, it must have had a big impact on him.
In addition.
Although this fierce battle with Alberto made Garos feel a long-lost excitement and the pleasure of moving his muscles, it was far from the point where he could fully enjoy it.
He did initiate the liberation of power Exhilarated State.
However, as Garos's own strength continues to grow, and as he opens and adapts to Exhilarated State many times, the price and burden of this power have already undergone earth-shaking changes for him.
At the beginning, when he used Exhilarated State, it was as if he was performing a suffocating anaerobic sprint.
Violent and short-lived, it cannot last long.
Nowadays, it is more like engaging in a high-intensity but still sustainable "aerobic" exercise.
He has been able to maintain this state stably for a long period of time instead of just being limited to short bursts.
After briefly chatting with Red-Silver Dragon.
Red Iron Dragon, still unfinished, turned around, flapped his wings, and flew towards the overweight training ground specially built for him.
Phew!
Garos's chest stood up and expanded, deeply inhaling a huge amount of air from the outside world.
Immediately afterwards.
There was a sound like drums, thunder, or an engine coming from his chest, and Bloodburst lightning flashed and flew around his body at the same time, putting a huge load on his heart.
The little dragons on the other side felt palpitations just by hearing those roars, and were mentally shocked. It was hard to imagine that the sound was just the heartbeat of Red Iron Dragon.
After exhaling another hot breath.
Accompanied by the thumping of his heartbeat, Red Iron Dragon's body rolled on the ground, making one after another movements that seemed incredible, full of beauty, but a perfect combination of strength and skill.
In this way, he is exercising his heart.
Even for Dragonkin, who was born with a strong body, the heart is still the core hub for maintaining life and strength.
The importance is self-evident.
Garos is convinced that once this heart can break through its limits and complete its final evolutionary transformation, it will not only be the organ itself that will be improved and changed.
It will inevitably ignite the fuse of a chain reaction, leading to many wonderful changes in the essence of life throughout the body.
Moreover, based on his understanding of himself and his talent, he has a strong intuition.
By the time the next adolescent slumber ends, there is a high probability that he will be able to successfully complete the evolution of Dragon Heart.
At that time, his life essence will undergo a huge improvement.
When the last ray of sunlight in the sky disappears below the horizon, and the night becomes darker, quietly covering Dragon Valley.
After finishing his exercise, Garos slowly soaked his huge body, which exuded astonishing heat, into the cold lake water.
Chi--Chi Chi Chi--
Like a red-hot iron being plunged into cold water.
Countless hot white steam rose violently and surged from his body surface, and the entire lake instantly became misty due to his actions that were like quenching.
He closed his eyes slightly and felt the cold lake water covering his whole body, and his entire huge figure slowly sank to the depths of the lake.
As the water pressure increased and the temperature dropped, his spirit gradually became calmer and more focused.
The thick and powerful dragon claws covered with thick scales gently caressed the chest.
Through the tough and thick scales and the strong muscles as knotted as a dragon, even without using Exhilarated State or Bloodburst Art, Garos can still clearly feel the surging dragon heart under his chest.
"I am thirty-seven years old this year, and I am almost halfway through my teenage years."
"In no more than two years at most, I will enter the period of adolescent sleep. And based on my previous sleep duration, which is always far longer than that of similar people, I should have officially entered Young Adult Stage when I wake up next time."
Garos thought silently in his heart, "This timing is actually not perfect, and it will inevitably affect my plan to obtain resources by taking advantage of Federation Civil War."
"But if you think about it carefully, maybe it's not bad."
"Federation This behemoth's internal divisions and wars will never completely break out and settle down in a short period of time."
"Those principalities and kingdoms that occupy one side each have their own interests and long-term considerations. They are wary of each other and contain each other. They will never easily or rashly start a full-scale war."
"Up to this moment, only Aber Duchy and Haltai Duchy have really broken their skin and formally declared war."
"Use this precious time before sleeping, return to Ser Wilderness, establish a solid outpost and base at the edge of the wilderness, establish a firm foothold, and plant a wedge."
"When I step into the more powerful Young Adult Stage and my strength increases, I will be able to participate in this gluttonous feast with more strength and a more calm attitude."
Lake bottom.
Garos silently sorted out the path to the future deep in his heart, then gathered his wings on both sides and swung his tail upstream.
Finally, he jumped out of the lake with a splash of water and flew towards Burning Steel Fortress.
Then, like the passing sand in an hourglass, time passed quietly day by day.
With the help of the Adolescent Dragons who are gradually losing their immaturity, Iron Dragon Sorog is performing his duties in an orderly manner and managing the growing Thrall Legion.
He worked hard to gather the most selected and elite soldiers, carefully counted the mountains of logistics supplies and ordnance equipment, and prepared a huge food reserve that could support the expedition.
Molten Iron Tribe, located at Borderlands, is like a huge war machine operating precisely, full of a sense of power that is ready to go.
We are fully prepared for the upcoming return to Ser Wilderness.