Under the continuous illumination of the warm sunlight that seemed to have melted gold, the young man Gold Dragon Alberto's huge body trembled slightly, and his consciousness was like a pearl sinking into the deep sea, slowly floating towards the bright sea.
He woke up leisurely, feeling that every scale on his body was immersed in a long-lost sense of peace and comfort.
The mental strings that had been tense for five years completely relaxed, showing a kind of lazy tranquility.
The world in front of us, whether it is the swaying weeds or the rugged rocks, seems to be cast with a soft and warm tonal filter, making everything less sharp and dazzling.
He clearly recalled the last scene before falling asleep.
--The challenge of overestimating one's own abilities.
The result is naturally a disastrous defeat without any suspense.
He was completely knocked unconscious by Red Iron Dragon's last terrifying Dragon Breath. In the most embarrassing posture, he knelt down in front of the figure covered with black and red scales that looked like burning metal.
The result was extremely embarrassing.
However, fate's arrangements are always unexpected.
It was the coma brought about by this disastrous defeat that, by some strange combination of circumstances, gave him an undisturbed and as deep as death's rest for more than a month.
This long sleep was an unimaginable luxury for him.
You know, for the past five years, he was beaten day and night by invisible whips, and tightly imprisoned by invisible shackles.
His longest break never lasted longer than one measly day!
Every short respite will be awakened and driven by the oath, and you will plunge back into the never-ending tempering.
At this moment, compare with the five years of racing against time and breathless suffering.
The complete relaxation of body and mind at this moment actually made the proud Gold Dragon feel a strange and indescribable sense of sadness deep in his nasal cavity.
Huh? No!
This feeling of sadness is not just emotional, but a real physiological stimulus.
The nose was not only sore, but also accompanied by bouts of unbearable itching, as if there were countless tiny, downy tentacles scratching inside it.
This feeling was definitely not an illusion, it was rising rapidly as his consciousness completely awakened.
"Ah--sneeze!!!"
Alberto couldn't bear it anymore and suddenly opened his huge dragon kiss.
A deafening sneeze burst out with hot breath.
Meters-long golden-red flames erupted from his nasal cavity instantly like an angry fire dragon, burning a cluster of Itchy Flower that some nasty guy had secretly stuffed deep into his nostrils while he was sleeping into ashes.
A few wisps of green smoke, carrying a burnt smell, curled out from his nostrils.
Gold Dragon raised his huge front paws and rubbed his still uncomfortable nose with slight annoyance.
However, when his eyes inadvertently glanced at his supposedly dazzling forelimbs, he couldn't help but suddenly widen his molten gold-like vertical pupils!
Only seen.
The dragon scales covering his forelimbs originally shone like molten gold, and were extremely gorgeous.
All kinds of extremely bright and dazzling paints were used - dazzling fluorescent green, tacky pink, dazzling bright purple - and it was covered with countless crooked, childish and ugly graffiti!
There are lines like twisted worms.
There is a pattern like a squashed mushroom.
There are even a few sketches of turtles or pigs that are so crooked that they are almost unrecognizable.
When he turned around again, he saw that not only his forelimbs, but also his whole body were covered in graffiti.
With a bad premonition in his heart, he suddenly straightened up his huge body, took heavy steps, and quickly walked to the nearby mirror-clear lake.
He lowered his head, and his huge golden head was reflected in the sparkling lake water.
Sure enough!
What caught his eyes was the still huge and majestic head of Gold Dragon.
However, at this moment, this majesty was completely destroyed by the colorful and funny graffiti all over the cheeks, forehead, and even around the eyelids, as if it had been used as a graffiti wall by a group of drunk Dwarf artists.
"Who?! Who dared to draw these blasphemous things on my body, Alberto!"
Gold Dragon twisted his neck suddenly and looked around.
"Aha! It was me, Vera, who did it!"
A voice sounded as clear as a silver bell, but with a strong sense of successful mischief.
I saw the small and exquisite Fairy Dragon Vera, with scales shining with colorful light, swaying its slender tail dexterously, like a colorful stream of light, suddenly emerging from the dense flowers on the lakeside.
She flipped somersaults in mid-air triumphantly, declaring her crime with a smile.
At the same time, she did not forget to face Alberto's colorful dragon face, exaggeratingly pulling the corners of her mouth and making an extremely standard grimace.
Alberto looked at this naughty little guy, and he didn't feel much surprise in his heart.
Among the members of Dragon Valley, except for Fairy Dragon, no other dragon likes to play pranks like this.
However, after being teased like this, you have to find some sense of place.
Alberto's eyes flickered, and he decided to scare the ignorant Fairy Dragon a little, letting her know that Gold Dragon was not someone to be trifled with.
As a result, his dragon face, which originally looked a little funny due to graffiti, suddenly became serious, deliberately restraining all gentleness, revealing the fierce look of an apex predator.
"Help! Help!"
Vera didn't even hesitate, he simply opened her tiny throat and let out a sharp cry for help.
Her pair of butterfly-like thin wings flapped rapidly, and her small body was like a colorful stone shot by a slingshot. It flew backwards with a whoosh, and opened a large distance in an instant.
However, a few seconds later, the expected pursuit did not come.
Vera stopped flying upside down in confusion and turned her head carefully to look. The sight in front of her made her tilt her little head, full of confusion.
I saw the huge Gold Dragon, moving its muscles on the spot as if no one else was around.
He first vigorously stretched his slender neck and strong limbs, and then began to flap his broad and powerful golden dragon wings rhythmically.
He did not mobilize the sacred oath energy in his body, nor did he use any Magic Energy to assist flight. He just relied on the power of the wings themselves and waved them purely.
Every time I shot it, it hit the ground heavily, causing a burst of flying sand and rocks, and filling the air with smoke and dust.
His huge body could only rely on this pure physical force to clumsily lift off the ground for a few meters, and then fall with a heavy thud, causing the ground to tremble slightly.
"Strange Gold Dragon, his brain must have been damaged by Garos."
Vera blinked his big eyes, murmured in a low voice, then flapped his wings silently, and quietly moved away from Gold Dragon for tens of meters, for fear of being infected by the stupidity exuding from the other party.
the other side.
Alberto clearly felt the strange look from Fairy Dragon that was full of sympathy and confusion, and couldn't help but feel helpless and bitter in his heart.
But how could he explain it?
Just now, when he wanted to scare Vera and regain some face, a chill that penetrated deep into his bones suddenly wrapped around his heart.
This is not something wrong with his body or psychology.
It was the oath he had made himself, which was like an iron law, and sent him a stern reminder and ruthless urging.
Over the past five years, he has become as familiar with this feeling as breathing - every slacking off, every thought of deviating from the track of getting stronger will lead to this chilling feeling that spurs the soul.
Such as now.
Just because he wanted to scare Fairy Dragon instead of engaging in an actual combat confrontation that could truly hone his combat skills. The essence of this behavior in the judgment of the oath is meaningless and time-wasting leisure and relaxation.
So.
The invisible, cold whip of oath was immediately raised high, ready to severely beat his soul that was trying to relax.
Remind him sternly: Alberto! Your time should only be used for exercise! Use it for getting stronger! Instead of being distracted by such childish and boring things!
Fortunately.
Perhaps it was because I had just experienced an unprecedented deep sleep that lasted for more than a month.
His spiritual string, which had been tense for five years and was almost on the verge of breaking, finally received precious relaxation and repair.
At this moment, Alberto's energy and spirit are in an unprecedented state of exuberance. Although he is still in awe of the oath, he does not feel much tiredness or strong resistance in his heart.
Besides.
The oath indeed made him stronger and more self-disciplined.
He chose to accept it silently.
He ignored Vera's gaze, restrained his distracting thoughts, and devoted all his attention to tempering the power of his wings.
"Perhaps, with a proper break as deep as this one."
Alberto repeated the boring and difficult movements while thinking deep in his heart, "I can actually endure the bondage of this oath."
Think about it this way.
A bold, even somewhat masochistic plan quietly took shape in his mind.
"Perhaps we can find more opportunities to challenge Garos in the future? Wouldn't it be enough to get a mandatory and long enough sleep rest after being knocked unconscious by him?"
If he wanted to take the initiative to sleep and rest, the damn oath would never allow it.
This is tantamount to slacking off!
And taking the initiative to challenge and offend other unfamiliar powerful beings? The risk factor is too high, and a little carelessness will have serious consequences. It is far less safe than challenging the relatively "familiar" Garos.
And.
What if you... miraculously win any challenge? Wouldn't that not only free you from the shackles of this damn oath, but also prove yourself?
The only problem that gave him a huge headache was...
The challenge to Garos comes with a price.
If every challenge requires losing valuable gems or gold coins.
He suspected that he would not be able to repay this mountain of debt for a long, long time. He was afraid that all the wealth he would earn in the next many years would be filled into Garos's bottomless pit of debt repayment.
Just then.
A sudden violent wind blew across the sky. The wind stirred up dust all over the sky, blocking the warm sunlight and casting a huge and oppressive shadow on the ground.
Red Iron Dragon A body as towering as a mountain and as strong as cast steel descended, blocking the sunlight.
His huge wings, which were more than twice his body length, slowly folded in, and with a heavy and steady landing sound, he landed directly opposite Gold Dragon Alberto, who was flapping his wings, and looked at him with great interest.
Considering Dragonkin's huge body proportions and heavy weight, flying is a miracle.
If it were not a top-level magical creature, its double-wing structure would be used more for adjusting angle and direction, providing extremely limited lift. Ordinary dragons would be unable to even glide for a long time with their wings alone.
The Alberto in front of us can jump without relying on its powerful hind legs to push off the ground. It can briefly lift off the ground by relying solely on the physical flapping power of its wings.
This is proof enough.
The power contained in his pair of golden dragon wings has surpassed most Gold Dragon at the same level. It seems that he has indeed invested a lot of effort and sweat in the training of his wings in the past five years.
However.
His current training methods and movements, in the eyes of Garos, an expert who has trained his body to the extreme, are completely full of loopholes and inefficient.
Every point of exertion, every stretch of the wing membrane, every adjustment of the center of gravity made Garos frown slightly.
He couldn't help but want to point.
"Stop, Alberto."
He glanced at Gold Dragon's slightly trembling wing root muscles and said, "Your exercise method is too slow and is a waste of physical energy and time."
Without waiting for Alberto to respond, Garos turned around.
He took heavy steps and walked towards another area of Dragon Valley, leaving only a brief word.
"Follow me."
Under the leadership of Red Iron Dragon, Alberto followed him to a special place with doubts.
The ground here is not earth or rock, but is poured with cold and hard special alloy steel plates that are several meters thick. Around the site, there are several metal pillars with complex Alchemy Rune engraved on them.
Immediately.
Under Gold Dragon Alberto's confused gaze, Red Iron Dragon started the alchemy devices on his own.
Along with a low buzzing sound, black light spread from the pillars and instantly enveloped the entire steel field. Alberto immediately felt his body sink suddenly, as if an invisible giant hand was trying to push him to the ground, and the air became extremely viscous.
Immediately afterwards, a scene that left Alberto stunned and unbelievable took place.
Garos seems not to be affected by being overweight at all - or in other words, he has long been accustomed to this kind of pressure.
He started in Hypergravity Field Mode and performed a series of high-intensity extreme exercises that made Gold Dragon open his eyes.
He did not simply flap his wings, but used his wings as weapons, performing high-speed and precise cutting and flapping movements in an overweight environment. His body was suspended in mid-air, tumbling vigorously.
Compared with Garos.
Alberto's pitiful wing-flapping practice just now was just like Hatchling Dragon was playing around.
The intensity, difficulty, and danger of the two are not on the same dimension at all, and are separated by countless levels.
"No wonder... no wonder..."
"No wonder I, Alberto, have spent five years of sleepless, almost masochistic training and training, but I still can't surpass him."
He thought silently in his heart.
He realized that during these five long years, when he was spurred by the oath to move forward, Garos also did not stop.
Moreover, looking at Garos's skilled posture is as natural as breathing.
It can be concluded.
This is by no means something that can be achieved on a whim in just five years, but is accumulated day after day over decades.
This moment.
Gold Dragon Alberto finally understood the root cause of his failure. Garos does not need to be bound by an oath, and is self-disciplined to a level that is unimaginable for ordinary creatures.
Even if he is White Dragon.
Presumably, he can get rid of his identity as the weakest Dragonkin and win the respect and awe of other dragons with dignity.
However, before the complex emotions surging in Gold Dragon's heart could continue to ferment, that familiar feeling of chill appeared coldly, like the tip of an icy whip hitting his soul, urging him sternly.
[Don't just sit there and sigh! Immediately! Immediately! Start your exercise!]
"Got it! Got it!"
Alberto growled impatiently in his heart and suppressed the turbulent thoughts.
He took a deep breath and walked into the steel pouring site.
He gritted his teeth and tried hard to imitate the precise and efficient exercise posture of Garos not far away.
Gold Dragon's physical fitness is already extremely good, and he is the best among Dragon Race. Coupled with the crazy training spurred by the oath in the past five years, he has laid a foundation that far exceeds that of Gold Dragon of the same age.
With such a foundation, he could barely hold on.
Although the movements still seemed extremely clumsy, slow, and slow, they were completely unable to keep up with the storm-like rhythm and intensity of Garos.
But at least.
He was able to follow that steely figure step by step in a decent manner, and began to exercise and hone more efficiently.
And as time passes ruthlessly.
The sun in the sky gradually sets in the west, and finally disappears below the horizon.
The deep night cover is like a huge velvet curtain, slowly covering the entire Borderlands, wrapping it in the silent starlight.
At the training ground, Gold Dragon Alberto has already exhausted his last bit of strength.
He collapsed on the cold, hard metal ground, panting heavily and losing the strength to even lift his tail.
However, it was right opposite him.
That figure, like steel casting, still continues.
Accompanied by the rumbling sound like muffled thunder rolling across the earth, he tirelessly sharpened his already terrifyingly powerful body, like a furnace that never goes out, a machine that never stops.
Even if the scales on the body are broken, even if Dragon Blood is shed like sweat, even if the heart beats like a drum.
He still didn't stop.
"It's a blessing to be an ally with him instead of a mortal enemy."
Gold Dragon thought silently in his heart.
Looking at this scene, even Alberto himself didn't realize it.
His Gold Dragon heart, which was once full of pride, is changing bit by bit as he learns more about Garos and witnesses the tempering of his will beyond the limits.
A brand new emotion called admiration is quietly growing in my heart.
In fact.
Anyone who knows Garos's efforts on the road to becoming stronger and has seen his tenacious and tenacious will will find it difficult to say anything that looks down upon him, regardless of allies or friends, even opponents and enemies.
At the same time.
Garos glanced at Gold Dragon, noticed the change in his eyes, and nodded with satisfaction.
[Dragon Taming Art·Gold Dragon Chapter]
[The strength of the body and strength cannot gain the admiration and respect of the leader of Metal Dragon, but the spirit and will can]