"Since the suppressive power of Federation has gradually weakened, powerful monsters dormant in the depths of the wilderness are constantly emerging. Even we dragons must not take it lightly there."
When he said this, his voice paused slightly.
After sniffing the unique aura belonging to the red dragon lineage of Garos in the air, Alberto seemed to remember some important information and added, "According to the information I heard through my own channels, there is more than one powerful dragon doing evil in the wilderness now."
"An old Plague Dragon emerged from its ancient slumber, crawled out of it Dragon Lair, and spread death and disease."
"There is also a ferocious red dragon known as "Mountain-Burning Wing" and "Madfire Bloodflame". They are extremely arrogant and will kill fellow Dragonkin at will. They are so powerful that even I have to avoid them if they encounter them."
"There is a group of Blue Dragon from the Boiling Sea, advancing and retreating together, recruiting and subduing their dependents deep in the wilderness, and rapidly expanding their territory."
"..."
"Not only that." Alberto's voice continued with a hint of solemnity, "Our Dragon Race's old opponents - those Giant, their figures have gradually begun to appear in the shadows of the wilderness, as well as those powerful monsters and ferocious monsters... I estimate that they will become more and more active in the future, and the wilderness will only become more and more dangerous."
The world of chaos is not only a fertile ground for careerists to compete in the world, but also a breeding ground for terrifying monsters to break free and breed wantonly.
The vast Ser Wilderness, with its unique and abundant resources, is a natural habitat for many powerful creatures.
Nothing more.
Over the past hundreds of years, under the shadow of Federation, the overlords of the wilderness have wisely restrained their sharp claws, suppressed their instinctive roars, lurked in the shadows, and carefully avoided the unshakable edge.
However.
When the predators in the wilderness used their keen intuition like Beast, they clearly sensed that the once indestructible shackles of oppression imposed by Federation on this uninhabited land were quietly showing signs of loosening.
Their bloodthirsty and greedy edge hidden deep in the bloodline gradually became uncontrollable, like the undercurrent rushing under the thawing glacier, quietly revealed under the silent surface of the wilderness.
The situation has become as clear as a cloudless sun.
There is no need to wait too long, the land carrying countless blood and death - Ser Wilderness, will surely turn into a place where risks and opportunities are intertwined, and blood and wealth coexist.
Even as powerful as Garos, he knows it deep down.
If he wants to get a share of the coming storm and gain enough profits and a foothold, he must wait patiently, waiting for himself to pass through slumber and enter a more powerful Young Adult Stage, only then can he have enough strength and confidence to truly gain a foothold in this jungle of jungles.
For now, he can only watch from the edge.
At the same time.
As Alberto's metallic words fell, Red Iron Dragon remained silent.
The wilderness was about to be stormy. He had already foreseen this, but it was not the real reason that made his heart surge at the moment.
What really made Garos fall silent and think deeply was the red dragon that Alberto mentioned inadvertently.
Mountain-Burning Wing, Madfire Bloodflame--its real name is Gorsas.
It is Garos's biological father whom he has never met and only exists in brief descriptions of other dragons.
Although I have never seen its true appearance with my own eyes, I only received a brief introduction from Silver Dragon Aldri.
The image of Evil Dragon, who is extremely crazy, chaotic, regards destruction as a feast, and has absolutely no thought of any blood and family ties, has been clearly outlined in Garos's mind.
"Gorsas... I didn't expect that he would choose this moment to return to Ser Wilderness, the crater that is about to explode."
Red Iron Dragon's eyes were sharp, he narrowed slightly, and his thoughts began to change rapidly.
If unfortunately you encounter Gorsas here and now.
Garos knew very well that with his current Life Level and strength accumulation, he had no chance of winning against the ferocious Mountain-Burning Wing who had already entered his prime.
What's more important is.
Facing a chaotic Evil Dragon with a surly temperament, treacherous and unpredictable thoughts, and completely incomprehensible behavior, Garos could not even think of contacting or acquainting him with his biological father, who had the most direct blood connection with him.
That is tantamount to actively putting oneself in danger.
As the saying goes - if the king doesn't see the king, first avoid his sharp edge.
However.
Ser Wilderness is vast and the terrain is complex and changeable. Mountain Range, rift valleys, sand seas, and dense forests constitute a vast land.
With Gorsas's completely arbitrary and irregular behavior style, as long as Garos remains vigilant, plans a route, and deliberately avoids areas where it may be active.
Unless the goddess of misfortune pours all her malice into herself, the chance of directly running into that crazy dragon is extremely slim.
However, things are unpredictable.
If the two sides really encounter each other and stand on opposite sides.
Since there is no tender bond between them, and there is only repulsion and vigilance originating from the bloodline, when it comes to the critical moment of life and death when the killer must be killed, Garos will never have the slightest hesitation or pity in his heart.
The son laughs when the father bids farewell, and there is no regret in killing the father.
Such dramas have long been common among Evil Dragon.
"Alberto."
Garos's deep voice sounded and said, "In addition to the name and notoriety of the "Madfire Bloodflame" Gorsas you just mentioned, do you have more detailed and specific information?"
"He is a mature red dragon, his real name is Gorsas."
Alberto's expression was solemn, as if he were facing a powerful enemy, and his eyes shone with fear of the notoriety.
"The specific Life Level cannot be completely determined. There is a high probability that it is level 19."
"One of his most famous achievements in the wilderness was his successful breakout and escape from a large-scale hunt organized by Federation."
"Its temperament is extremely cruel and tyrannical. It can be called the purest red dragon among the red Dragon Race group, and the ultimate example among Evil Dragon examples."
Having said this, he paused slightly and looked at Garos carefully.
"Why are you asking about him suddenly?"
There was obvious confusion in Alberto's voice. "Have you ever had contact with Gorsas? Or have you heard of his notoriety in advance?"
Garos's face armor is hard and thick, and there is no obvious emotion.
He responded, "Just because they have similar bloodline, I can't help but be a little curious."
Alberto did not notice the complexity hidden in Red Iron Dragon's words.
He nodded suddenly, with a hint of emotion in his tone. "So that's it. Your performance was so calm and profound that I almost forgot that the half of the red dragon's hot and restless blood is also flowing in your body."
"I can hardly feel the violence and madness of the red dragon in you."
He asked, "Is it that the blood of Evil Dragon has no effect on your will? Or is it because of the mixed blood, the other half Iron Dragon Bloodline you inherited is more powerful, so it suppresses and neutralizes the chaotic nature originating from the red dragon?"
Garos's expression remained unchanged and he said, "Controlling power with reason is one of my firm beliefs."
Immediately.
He calmed down his emotions, returned his attention to the business at hand, and continued to communicate with Gold Dragon Alberto about other equally important and undercurrent trends on Ser Wilderness.
Except for the crazy red dragon that brings an ominous shadow.
The large-scale Blue Dragon group mentioned by Alberto also aroused Garos's high vigilance.
He once had a conversation with those little dragons who escaped from afar, and knew that they defected from a strict Blue Dragon Community.
And.
The social nest that they hate and resist is located at the Boiling Sea, west of Ser Wilderness.
"Blue Dragon group." Alberto mused, "I heard that they seem to be called--Dominic Family."
Hearing the name clearly spoken from Alberto's mouth, Garos's heart trembled.
It really comes to whatever you want.
Dominic Family is the family that Blue Dragon Heriam originally defected from.
What if the Blue Dragon family, which is expanding its power in the middle of the wilderness, discovers clues and learns that Ignas Dragonflight took in the little dragon that escaped from them.
A fierce conflict is probably inevitable between the two sides.
However, Garos quickly suppressed this worry.
This is not something that needs to be considered right now.
He turned his scrutinizing gaze to Alberto and asked, "Alberto, where did your news about Gorsas, Dominic Family, and the changes in the wilderness pattern come from?"
Alberto raised his head proudly and straightened his broad chest in front of Red Iron Dragon.
"Garos, do you think my dazzling golden scales are just a pretty decoration? My network of contacts is far wider than Evil Dragon can imagine."
Finally found a field where I can feel proud in front of Garos and show my own advantages.
Alberto felt the pride and comfort that Gold Dragon had not seen for a long time.
He continued, with a hint of reminiscence in his tone, and said, "Give me the most direct example."
"My biological parents thought that my thoughts were too deviant in the early years and were incompatible with the traditional Gold Dragon Doug."
"In order to guide me back to the right path in their minds and let me have more contact with orthodox values and society, when I was still in Hatchling Stage, I was sent to the prosperous and powerful Rybos Kingdom and entered their Royal Noble Academy to receive education."
"There, I made many open-minded and insightful human friends, including several princes and heirs of prominent figures. With their encouragement and support, I became more determined to choose this unique path!"
Garos was speechless for a moment.
This experience was truly beyond his imagination.
However, if he were Alberto's Gold Dragon parents who abide by tradition, facing such a rebellious son, I'm afraid it would be quite difficult and a headache.
After chatting for a while about other possible threats and opportunities in the wilderness, Alberto slowly smoothed out his breath that was slightly hurried due to high-intensity exercise.
He restrained his previous casualness, his expression became serious, and he solemnly said to Red Iron Dragon:
"Garos, my territory in the wilderness has begun to take shape and will become increasingly powerful. You should hurry up. I look forward to one day fighting side by side with you in this vast wilderness!"
When the words fell, there was no longer any hesitation.
Gold Dragon Alberto flapped its wings and galloped high into the sky, gradually blending into the heavy sky and finally disappearing, leaving only the unquenched fluctuations in the air.
Garos stared silently in the direction where Gold Dragon disappeared, and took a deep breath.
The evening breath of the wilderness, with the unique cold and dusty smell of metal, poured into his lungs.
He suddenly felt a slight itch coming from under the dragon scales. He turned around and looked at his scales covered with thick metallic luster, thinking to himself: It's time for Serpentfolk Sword Saint to give him a good polish.
Immediately, he flapped his wings and flew in the direction of Fertile Plain.
Full and peaceful days are like quicksand between fingers, slipping quietly without leaving any trace.
In the blink of an eye, a month passed by.
At this moment, Molten Iron Tribe is fully equipped and everything is ready.
An army composed of elite warriors from the tribe has been assembled. Like sharp swords that have been sharpened for a long time, just waiting for their Dragon Lord's order, they will shoot at Ser Wilderness like an arrow from the string, taking the lead in stabbing the edge to the wilderness border.
At the same time.
In the deep fourth-level space of Burning Steel Fortress, Red Iron Dragon is quietly staring at an object tightly held in the dragon's claws.
"What an exquisite creation... it is indeed the pinnacle treasure of the alchemy industry. Only by relying on the huge and unrivaled industry of the kingdom can we create such crystals."
In the palm of Garos's giant claws that can crush rocks.
A piece of colorless crystal, about the size of a human head, extremely transparent, as pure and flawless as frozen air, was lying there quietly.
As the angle changes slightly, there seems to be liquid brilliance flowing slowly inside, reflecting the colors of the surrounding environment.
It presents an astonishing perfect cube structure. Every corner and every straight edge is as precise as if it has been measured and cut by the hand of a god. Observed with the naked eye, it is completely impossible to capture even the slightest flaw or error. It is like a perfect combination of geometry and energetics.
--Black Oil Crystal.
Under the instruction and arrangement of Garos, Gem Merchants' Guild, who is affiliated with Ignas Dragonflight, successfully received this crucial sincerity secretly sent by Princess Elina at the designated place.
The extremely precious crystals containing terrifying energy were carefully put into special containers and flowed down the river along the endless Estonia River.
They were escorted by capable guards in disguise, and finally arrived at Burning Steel Fortress of Garos safely and quietly, and were solemnly handed over to Garos's paws.
It may be difficult for ordinary people to imagine.
The original Black Oil, which is as thick as ink, as dirty as melted asphalt, and exudes a pungent smell, has gone through countless and outrageously complex refining, purification, compression, and solidification processes in a kingdom-level alchemy workshop. The essence core finally condensed is so incredibly pure and clear, like the top and most flawless natural gemstone in the world, exuding extraordinary beauty.
However, when Garos opened the dragon's kiss and prepared to swallow it.
An interesting phenomenon occurred.
His possessive desire for wealth and treasures, which originated from Dragonkin's instinct, did not produce the slightest resistance to this object.
Perhaps because Black Oil Crystal is a cutting-edge product of the modern alchemical industry, rather than a gold and silver treasure in the traditional sense, the greedy obsession with ancient treasures in Dragonkin's nature has not been inspired by it.
This means something extremely important.
As long as the quantity reserve of Black Oil Crystal is large enough, Garos can swallow them all without any psychological hindrance and turn them into pure fuel to propel its own Life Level leap.
He hesitated for a moment and finally removed Black Oil Crystal from his mouth.
"When you are about to enter the dormant evolution, swallow these crystals together to maximize their effect."
Garos was thinking calmly in his heart.
His evolution does not come out of nowhere, it requires energy, and the improvement of Life Level cannot be separated from the energy supply. The more rare things Dragonkin swallows at one time before falling asleep, the higher the probability that Life Level will improve.
After placing the crystals.
Red Iron Dragon stood up and walked out.
It was noon at this moment, and the blazing sunshine poured down, illuminating the magnificent Burning Steel Fortress in all its glory. The steel fortress seemed to be burning, and it lived up to its name.
Red Iron Dragon walked to the wide observation deck.
His deep gaze penetrated the shadow of the fortress and stared at the vast horizon of the southern wilderness that extended to the sky.
At this calm noon, which seemed to be no different from the past, Garos's head covered with thick scales was slightly raised, and he issued an order through Blood Kin Link.
"Sorog, Samantha."
"The time has come to reclaim our lost territories."
"Send the order and march towards Ser Wilderness. The target of the first battle is locked - Scale-Earth Rift Road!"
After a brief silence, two responses came from the bottom of Garos's heart.
Iron Dragon Sorog tried his best to contain his excitement and said calmly, "Yes, my dear brother, the soldiers are ready to march immediately."
The red dragon Samantha roared directly.
"Roar--!!! Anyone who stops us will be reduced to ashes!!!"
After escaping from Ser Wilderness for more than ten years.
The Ignas Dragonflight, whose wings are gradually becoming fuller, are about to make a comeback, revealing their long-sharpened fangs and claws, tearing apart the sky and earth that once belonged to them, and regaining everything they lost in the past.