The sun and the moon alternate, the stars move, and a not-so-long period of time passes quietly.
Borderlands is still dominated by the endless cold and wind and snow, the goose-feather-like snowflakes are falling endlessly, and the harsh whistling sound is endless.
But this is different from the dead silence of the past.
Molten Iron Tribe is located in the strongholds of Borderlands. At this moment, it is showing a solemn and exciting scene.
Countless dependents, whether it is the strong Ogre, the sturdy Werewolf Warrior, the vigorous Centaur Knight, or those countless Gnoll, Kobold, Lizardfolk. At this moment, most of their faces were tense, solemn and suppressed with unspeakable excitement, like an arrow about to leave the string.
They were already fully armed, their cold armor was covered with frost, their heavy weapons were held tightly in their claws or carried behind their backs, and their breath turned into rapid white smoke in the severe cold.
Like undercurrents dormant under the snowfield.
They poured out in an orderly manner from different valleys, plains, and hills. Then, under the urging of the leaders, they marched in the deep snow, leaving winding footprints that were soon covered by new wind and snow.
Eventually.
The trickling streams converged into raging rivers, turning into several huge and winding dragons on the vast snow-covered land.
Their goals are extremely clear.
It is located south of Borderlands, the area of Ser Wilderness that is now plunged into chaos and war, but is also full of endless opportunities.
Garos in the long years of sleep.
Molten Iron Tribe is like a behemoth that has restrained its claws and pretended to be sleeping. It strictly followed the orders of Lord of Crimson Wings, proactively shrinking its edge and not conducting large-scale expansion and conquests.
However.
In order to eliminate the violence and bellicosity in the monster's nature, and at the same time to maintain combat effectiveness.
The training and cruel fighting within the tribe became frequent and fierce.
The family members Sun-Earth are honing themselves and honing their skills day after day in Frozen World.
As time goes by, their claws become extremely sharp, and their fighting will becomes stronger and tougher like iron embryos that have been beaten repeatedly.
Just waiting for that order.
They will rush out of Borderlands and fight in a wider world.
Therefore, following Lord of Crimson Wings's order, Molten Iron Tribe's elite family members distributed in Borderlands were efficiently mobilized in a very short period of time to form a well-disciplined and murderous monster legion, marching unswervingly towards the wilderness like a torrent that opened its gates.
As for this bitter cold Borderlands, it has not been completely abandoned.
There are also rare mines that have not yet been fully exploited, Black Oilfield with considerable reserves, and Black Iron Plain that has initially established a basic alchemical industrial system... These precious resources and strategic pivots are the cornerstone of the Molten Iron Tribe's future development and must not be abandoned easily.
Therefore.
White Dragon Tressie who loves the cold, all the young Dragonkin who have not yet entered adolescence, three surrendered Monster Lord, Grand Workshop Master Scott, Serpentfolk Sword Saint Naris, centaurs Elvie...
These backbones.
Together with some of the elite Thrall Legion, they were still ordered to stay at Borderlands, guarding the initial place where the dragons rose, and guarding their snow-capped homeland.
High in the sky, the area where the wind and snow is thickest.
Garos's huge body hovered slowly under the leaden clouds, and the snowflakes in the sky were swept and flying with every powerful wingspan of his wings.
Red-Silver Dragon Deborah soared side by side with him, the graceful scales still shining with the shimmer of light.
"Deborah, have your parents sent any news recently? For example, when will they be able to return to Borderlands?"
Garos's voice penetrated the roar of the wind and snow and asked calmly.
Red-Silver Dragon turned his head slightly, shaking his head slightly, and his slender neck drew an elegant arc.
"My father only told me once, through a secret communication, that the current turmoil around the world was turbulent and he told me not to leave Borderlands, which is relatively safe."
"But they didn't mention when they would be able to return."
She pondered for a moment, with a hint of uncertainty in her tone, and continued, "Metal Dragon who are adults and above seem to be participating in some extremely important collective ritual, trying to extend the life of Gold Dragon King, but were attacked by End of Winter midway, and the ceremony must have been affected and interfered with more or less."
"I'm afraid no one can tell how long it will take to complete, and whether it will be a success or a failure."
The Gold Dragon King in her mouth refers to that powerful existence - Twenty-Four-Winged Golden Dragon.
In the Metal Dragon Clan system with a high degree of internal unity, five supreme Dragon King leaders were jointly elected based on different dragon branches, as well as their respective strengths and noble conduct.
Gold Dragon King, Silver Dragon King, Bronze Dragon King, Copper Dragon King, Brass Dragon King.
Without exception, they are all Primordial Giant Dragons who have survived for more than a thousand years and have unfathomable power. Moreover, even among the Primordial Dragon group, these five Dragon Kings are undoubtedly the top beings.
Among them, the most powerful and prestigious one is undoubtedly the one Gold Dragon King.
Having said this, Deborah's mood obviously became a little angry and confused.
"End of Winter... This White Dragon, why on earth did she suddenly attack Dragon Realm?"
"Don't she understand that even if Metal Dragon and Chromatic Dragon are not in the same camp and have many disputes with each other, they are both Dragon Race after all. Once Gold Dragon King falls, the overall strength and deterrence of the entire Dragon Race will be immeasurably weakened."
Ordinary White Dragon may have simple thinking and will not consider this aspect.
But a Primordial Dragon that can survive for thousands of years, even the White Dragon that is famous for its stupidity, must have deep wisdom and foresight.
And.
Except for some extremely chaotic and evil individuals, Dragonkin who can reach the ancient level basically possess rationality and long-term considerations that transcend instinct, and can control their own desires and impulses well.
Deborah I really can't understand.
What is the motive behind End of Winter Hitherfell's attack on the Dragon Realm.
There have never been any rumors indicating that there is any deep and irresolvable grudge between Gold Dragon King and her.
"Perhaps there is some malicious instigation from some being, or there may be some deeper reason or transaction that is far beyond our current understanding."
Garos thought calmly and said, "In short, if the description of [End of Winter] in Dragon Inheritance is basically accurate, then it is absolutely impossible for her to attack Dragon Realm on a whim."
"Behind this, there must be a reason that we don't know yet, but it is of sufficient weight."
End of Winter in the inheritance records is described as - patient and cunning, extremely good at playing with and manipulating emotions.
Patience and cunning, Garos believes that this description may be true. After all, this is not an absolute derogatory term in itself, and it can even be an advantage in survival and struggle.
But regarding the fact that Garos is extremely good at playing with and manipulating emotions, deep down in his heart, Garos always holds a trace of rational skepticism.
Dragon Inheritance is certainly a treasure trove of knowledge.
However, it is also mixed with a large number of prejudices, distorted perspectives caused by camp opposition, and deep-rooted subjective opinions. Many of the records in it cannot be fully trusted and must be reviewed and judged by one's own rationality.
Judging only from the events recorded in the inheritance about the entanglement between End of Winter and human Spellcaster.
If the story is the protagonist, replace End of Winter with Metal Dragon -- such as Silver Dragon or Gold Dragon.
Then, the experience between her and the human Spellcaster will probably be praised as a romantic and poignant love story that transcends racial barriers, rather than being interpreted as a deliberate and dark conspiracy full of intrigues.
"In any case, I hope Gold Dragon King can successfully survive this twilight disaster and regain a new life."
Red-Silver Dragon prayed in a low voice.
As long as Gold Dragon King can successfully cross this biggest threshold, Metal Dragon Clan will have an Optimus Pillar like a needle in the sea, and Bernardo Planet will have the right to speak and status. It will reach a higher level, and the improvement of Dragon Race's overall status will, to some extent, make the living environment of all Dragonkins including Chromatic Dragon slightly better.
But.
Among all the known planes and worlds, those who can successfully overcome the catastrophe of Primordial Dragon and gain new life are only a very small number among the very few.
Time passed quietly as the two giant dragons talked and thought.
Garos did not wait for the marching Thrall Legion on the ground, but took the lead in arriving at the natural barrier between Borderlands and Ser Wilderness - the choppy and extremely wide Estonia River.
The turbid and cold river water carried the ice floes, making a deafening roar in the steep canyon, and rushed towards the unknown distance.
"Deborah."
Garos's huge body hovered over the surging river and said to Red-Silver Dragon beside him, "Just accompany me here. You can go back."
Red-Silver Dragon also stopped and shook its tail slightly with some reluctance.
"But, Garos, I also want to go see the wilderness."
Garos turned his head and stared at Red-Silver Dragon.
"The dragons almost came out in full force and left Borderlands."
"The only dragons left here are Tressie, whose strength is still weak, and a group of little dragon cubs that need to be protected. Such power really cannot make me completely reassured."
After a pause, Garos said very seriously, "Deborah."
"Only you can personally take charge of Borderlands and stabilize the rear with your strength and wisdom."
Red Iron Dragon's voice was full of trust. "Only then can I go to the wilderness without any worries and open up new territories for the tribe."
"Besides, I haven't completely given up on Borderlands."
"I will return here from time to time, return to Dragon Valley, this is our very important nest."
After hearing Garos's words, especially the deep trust and trust contained in them, Red-Silver Dragon Deborah immediately felt that he had shouldered an important mission.
So she no longer hesitated.
She no longer hesitated, and nodded her huge head heavily, as if making a solemn promise.
"I understand."
Deborah's voice was unequivocal. "I will take good care of Borderlands for you and protect our home!"
Garos nodded gently.
He still remembers Copper Dragon Selina's original entrustment.
There are more dangers in the wilderness than Borderlands, and Borderlands really needs Dragonkin, which is more reliable than Tressie, and Deborah is a good choice.
"And me! And me!"
A crisp and energetic voice suddenly sounded.
Fairy Dragon Vera suddenly emerged from under the wide wing membrane of Red-Silver Dragon. While fighting the strong wind, he waved his claws and declared loudly, "I can also protect Borderlands! I am very powerful."
Garos lowered his head and his eyes fell on Fairy Dragon's small body that looked particularly petite and even swaying in the strong wind.
There was a trace of doubt in his eyes.
"You seem to be looking down on me?"
Fairy Dragon keenly caught the hint of doubt, like a cat whose tail was stepped on, and snorted slightly unhappily.
Then, as if she was showing off her strength, she nimbly did a beautiful somersault in the air, and said confidently, "Look! Master Vera's abilities have grown a lot now."
The words have not yet fallen.
Her gossamer-like wings flapped violently, and her small body nimbly followed the fierce and howling wind and floated back nearly a hundred meters away.
Buzz--!
The next moment, a strong and dazzling illusion of light suddenly flashed through, making people dazzled.
Immediately afterwards, a towering, majestic dragon, full of unparalleled power and oppression, suddenly appeared in the sky.
He has thick black scales, silent vertical pupils, and huge wings that seem to be able to tear the sky apart.
So much so that the moment Garos saw it, he couldn't help but let out a heartfelt admiration.
"It's so majestic and domineering!"
This dragon is exactly what he looks like.
The shape, its details, and the suffocating terrifying pressure it naturally exudes are, at first glance, the same as the real Garos.
"I am the great king of Lord of Crimson Wings! Molten Iron Tribe--Garos·Ignas!"
Red Iron Dragon let out a low and majestic roar that could shake the hearts of all living beings. The voice was almost the same as that of Garos.
"Stupid reptiles, why don't you kneel down when you see True Dragon coming?!"
With this roar, Red Iron Dragon suddenly unfolded its wings that covered the sky, and dazzling Golden Lightning and black-red violent Dragon Qi suddenly burst out from the whole body. The whole body seemed to expand in a big circle again, and Dragon Might spread crazily around like a real tsunami!
"Oh? Instead of running away, do you dare to stay where you are and look directly at me?"
Red Iron Dragon stared at Garos and Red-Silver Dragon on the other side with a stern look, giving himself extra drama.
"Reptile, then listen carefully to this death knell that sounds for you!"
Boom boom boom! Boom boom boom!
The heartbeat, as heavy as ancient war drums and as roaring as a super giant engine, sounded extremely realistically from the body of the illusion.
Immediately afterwards, the scales all over his body instantly turned as red as a soldering iron, and the surface of his body ignited with extremely clear, intertwined and spreading golden-red fire lines, as if there were countless coquettish and magnificent flames Red Lotus blooming and swaying on his body at the same time! The whole dragon became more terrifying and ferocious than before, as if it was about to destroy everything in the next moment.
"Even my Red Lotus Form is imitated so lifelike?"
Garos turned his head slightly, not expecting that Fairy Dragon's illusion could be so realistic.
If it is Dragonkin with slightly poorer perception ability.
Even if Adult Dragon, or even some Mature Dragon who are not keen enough, suddenly see this vivid and powerful illusion in the distance, I am afraid that their first reaction will be to be frightened, and they just want to turn around and run away with their tail between their legs, never daring to step forward to verify the authenticity.
At the same time, after the display is completed.
The daunting and huge Red Iron Dragon illusion quietly collapsed and dissipated like a bubble, turning back into the small and exquisite Fairy Dragon.
"Hmph~ This is my most powerful and proud illusion--[Garos Mimicry]!"
Vera raised his chin triumphantly and proudly announced, "I will quietly observe you Garos every day for a long time. I have memorized every detail of your body and every breath change. The illusion is absolutely lifelike! Coupled with Illusory Sound Art's perfect simulation of your voice, it is enough to make it look real."
As a Dream Illusionist who specializes in illusions, her skill tree naturally tends to be mysterious, erratic, and elusive, and she is good at creating illusions that confuse the mind.
And among all the illusion spells she has mastered.
This kind of simulation technique, which requires extremely high skills and observation ability, can almost be regarded as the core skill with the most practical value.
By observing a powerful entity at close range for a long time, we can deeply understand its form, movements and even energy characteristics, and finally simulate it perfectly.
This is not just about creating fear and confusing the enemy.
When the level of Spellcaster is high enough, the observation of the target is detailed enough, and the reality of the simulated illusion reaches a certain critical point.
This illusion can even turn illusion into reality, allowing the simulated illusion to temporarily possess part of the real power of the person being simulated! Issue an attack with substantial damage!
The simulation object chosen by Vera has always been the most powerful one in her eyes, Garos.
Because of years of close observation and deep understanding of living together, she is familiar with every detail of Red Iron Dragon, and the degree of virtual reality of the illusion has reached a very high level.
This makes her Garos illusion not only capable of scaring people, but can even launch several threatening attacks.
"Exquisite illusion." Garos praised it without hesitation, "Vera, with you and Deborah guarding Borderlands together, I feel more at ease now."
"Remember to give me shiny gold coins or gems as reward."
"Otherwise I will become like you and fly to different places shouting that I am a fool and ruin your reputation."
Saying that, Fairy Dragon got under Deborah's wing again.
"If you encounter any trouble that is difficult to solve, please notify me as soon as possible."
"With my speed, support will arrive soon."
Garos warned.
Immediately, after a simple farewell.
Red Iron Dragon no longer stayed, waving its wings, the huge figure gradually disappeared at the end of the sky of Borderlands.
He did not wait for the idea of the Thrall Legion who was still marching, but decided to take the first step and go directly to Sinkhole Territory at Ser Wilderness, preparing to meet Iron Dragon Mother who he had not seen for decades.