The biting cold wind carried heavy snow, turning Dragon Valley into a silent world covered in silver.
The body of Red-Silver Dragon Deborah is standing firmly on the observation deck of Burning Steel Fortress. The scales are shining with a cold and beautiful light under the snow light. The small and exquisite Fairy Dragon Vera is also here, waiting in full formation, listening carefully.
"Vera, listen up."
Deborah's voice penetrated the wind and snow, with a hint of narrowness, and asked, "A Dwarf walked into a waist-deep river and was drowned in the end. Why is this?"
Fairy Dragon Vera immediately stopped flying and hovered in mid-air.
She held her chin with her small paws, frowning, thinking hard.
After a few breaths, her eyes lit up, her body excitedly turned somersaults deftly in the air, and announced the answer abruptly.
"I know! Because he slipped and choked on the water! Or... there was a big fish in the river who was awakened by him, and got angry and knocked him out!"
She was very satisfied with her answer and flapped her wings proudly.
Red-Silver Dragon blinked his eyes, the dragon's kiss moved slightly, and corrected. "Vera, you have two answers."
"It's not good to be opportunistic. Think carefully and tell me the most appropriate answer."
She raised a hooked toe and waved it in front of Fairy Dragon.
Fairy Dragon immediately puffed up his little chest, put on a serious look, and said, "An answer? No problem at all, it will not be difficult for the witty Vera!"
She cleared her throat and said eloquently, "Dwarf was knocked unconscious by the angry big fish first, and then he slipped and fell to the cold bottom of the river, so he was drowned!"
After speaking, she nodded with satisfaction, as if the answer was perfect.
But what is the difference between this and before?
Red-Silver Dragon rolled his eyes, but looking at Vera's expression, he didn't criticize him harshly. He just sighed softly. She was used to the elusive brain circuit of this little Fairy Dragon.
"Is that right? Deborah, am I right?"
Vera couldn't wait to ask, his body almost touching the tip of Red-Silver Dragon's nose.
Deborah slowly shook his head. "No, Vera, the reason is very simple--"
She paused and saw Fairy Dragon pricked up her ears before revealing the answer.
"Because Dwarf is born short, his height is less than the waist of others, and the waist-deep river water is enough to cover their heads."
Fairy Dragon suddenly realized it and slapped his little head. "Oh--! So that's it! Dwarf is too short!"
She gave a crisp exclamation, giving Deborah a lot of emotional value.
Deborah was very satisfied with Fairy Dragon's enlightened reaction. Her joyful mood made her tail sway gently, sweeping a beautiful arc in the air.
"Now it's your turn to ask questions."
she said.
Fairy Dragon Vera did not speak immediately.
Her little head seemed to be undergoing intense calculations. After pondering for a few seconds, she asked a seemingly simple question.
"Giant, everyone knows that it is many, many times larger than ordinary humans, right? So, Deborah, if there is a creature called Giant Dwarf in the world."
She drawled, with a cunning light in her eyes, and asked:
"Do you think he is bigger or smaller than the average person?"
Deborah nodded without thinking, "Of course, Giant Dwarf must be much taller than ordinary humans."
As soon as the words left his mouth, Red-Silver Dragon's heart suddenly sank.
She answered too quickly and now it feels a little wrong.
"Aha! You said it wrong, Deborah! You said it wrong this time!"
The moment her voice fell, Fairy Dragon Vera seemed to have seized a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, spinning around excitedly, letting out a ringing laugh like a silver bell, and couldn't wait to declare victory.
Red-Silver Dragon Deborah The number of such mistakes is really rare.
In various word puzzles and brain teasers games played with Vera, Fairy Dragon is the defeated general who comes home in defeat most of the time.
However, despite repeated defeats, Vera never tires of it, and every small victory is enough to make her cheer.
Afraid that Deborah would have room to regret or make corrections, Fairy Dragon immediately announced the answer like a barrage of firecrackers.
"Giant Dwarf, they say he is "giantly short"!"
"The emphasis is on the word "short"! He will only be shorter than the ordinary Dwarf!"
After saying that, she proudly stretched out her little paw towards Red-Silver Dragon, hooked her fingers, and her face was filled with the joy of victory.
"Vera, that's good. The questions this time are very confusing. You've made a lot of progress."
Deborah praised.
She stretched out her paw, rubbed a gold coin that shone under the snowy light on her neck scales, and then threw it into the little paw that Vera stretched out happily.
These are the rules of their game.
If Deborah wins, Vera does not have to pay; if Vera wins, you will get a shining gold coin.
"Gold coins! Shiny gold coins!"
Vera held the heavy and shiny baby for her, and let out a burst of joyful screams, flying in circles around Red-Silver Dragon's huge body.
This is her way of expressing her joy.
After a while, she carefully hid the gold coins in a secret attic belonging to her in Burning Steel Fortress.
Soon, she flew back to the observation deck in high spirits, crossed her waist, and made an ambitious declaration to Deborah:
"Deborah! Just wait and see! I will win all your wealth, one by one! Vera King's treasure house is about to rise!"
She is full of confidence.
"Okay, let's continue."
Red-Silver Dragon's expression became serious and he adjusted his posture.
The mistake just now made her put away the last trace of her absent-mindedness. When she went all out, Vera had little hope of winning in the field she was good at.
"The question this time is: White Dragon..."
Deborah just stood up, but the voice stopped suddenly.
As if she sensed something, she suddenly looked towards the distant sky, her eyes piercing through the curtain of howling wind and snow.
In the field of vision, a burning meteor trailed a long light tail, tearing through the wind and snow at an alarming speed, breaking through the sky in the direction of Dragon Valley.
Every second, the figure becomes clearer and larger.
"It's Garos!"
Red-Silver Dragon felt happy at first, and then felt strong uneasiness.
She noticed the shocking, bone-deep scars on Red Iron Dragon's body.
What made her even more frightened was that the aura exuding from Garos was completely different from the past.
It was an aura mixed with violence, pain and some unspeakable evil.
"Wow! The smell of evil! The smell of evil is so strong and terrifying!"
Fairy Dragon Vera's reaction was even more exaggerated than that of Deborah. She let out a short exclamation, and then got under Red-Silver Dragon's right wing, which was as broad and thick as a giant shield. She only dared to pull open the edge of the wing membrane a little to reveal her little head.
"Garos, is he not pretending at all? Is he going to reveal his true nature as the super big Evil Dragon?!"
she exclaimed.
Molten Iron King hovered in the sky for a week, its huge figure casting a heavy shadow in the wind and snow.
Then, he suddenly folded his scarred wings, fell quickly, and landed directly on an open space at the bottom of the valley amidst the excited cheers of many of his family members.
Red Iron Dragon's thick tail swung from side to side irritably. Every time it slapped the ground, it plowed deep ravines in the hard frozen soil, causing spiderweb-like cracks to spread around.
"Black Oil! Gem! Flesh! Metal! Now! Now!"
Garos took a deep breath of cold air, roared hoarsely, and asked his family members to offer these things.
The family members were frightened by this suppressed and violent aura, and immediately took action as quickly as possible to prepare according to the king's order.
Werewolf rushed to the warehouse where Black Oil Crystal was stored. Kobold quickly rushed to the ice cellar and hauled out large chunks of frozen meat. Ogre quickly carried out the finest metal ingots.
The entire Dragon Valley instantly fell into a tense and efficient busyness.
At the same time, there was a slight vibration on the ground.
Red-Silver Dragon Deborah landed in front of Garos and stared at him in surprise.
"What happened?"
Her voice was full of worry, and her eyes were firmly fixed on Garos's horrific wounds. "Garos, your injuries are so heavy that it scares me."
Garos Although the strong evil aura on his body made her uneasy, at this moment, she was more concerned about those terrible injuries.
While speaking, Deborah did not hesitate at all, and took out a delicate Mithril small box, which contained more than a dozen thumb-sized crystals that were neatly arranged, like solidified blood diamonds.
These are Sacred Dragon Potion made by Silver Dragon's father Aldri, and are good for treating serious injuries.
Red-Silver Dragon poured out all the potions in the box, one by one, and stuffed them all into Red Iron Dragon Garos's huge dragon kiss that was slightly open due to panting.
The movements are so fast, it seems as if they are not feeding expensive potions, but filling them with the most ordinary stones.
When the last Sacred Dragon Potion disappeared from Red Iron Dragon's mouth, a majestic and gentle vitality burst out in his body.
Those wounds that were deep enough to see the bones and were constantly oozing hot blood stopped bleeding instantly.
Deep in the wound, bright red granulation proliferated, intertwined, and mended at a speed visible to the naked eye, stabilizing his physical condition, preventing further deterioration of the injury, and began to repair the wound slowly but surely.
Garos felt a warm current flowing through his body.
Most of the severe pain and weakness subsided like a tide, and the irritability and violence also subsided a little.
"The Fierce Dragon Potion, Swift Dragon Potion, Wisdom Dragon Potion I got from Deborah... I didn't use any of them in battle. It's really stupid."
Garos's thoughts became clearer at this moment, and he remembered the preparations before the war.
Silver Dragon Aldrian has also mastered the Potion Warlock path, and the level is definitely not low, and the potion produced is extremely effective.
Because of Deborah's generosity, Garos originally accumulated a batch through her. If used in time during the battle, it would at least provide him with an increase of 10% to 20%, and he was also ready to use the magic potion.
However, it was not suitable for use at the beginning of the battle and he wanted to wait for a more suitable time.
However, under the influence of Frenzied Flame, he fell into a state of Rage's mental state, and he completely forgot about these life-saving medicines.
"I'll tell you more in detail later. I need to eat now."
Garos's voice was still hoarse, but his tone became calmer as he said this.
At this time, the family members had already delivered the first batch of food.
A large amount of pure Black Oil, shining magic gems, pieces of precious metal that have been divided, and high-quality animal meat that has just been thawed. Molten Iron King, who was extremely weak and exhausted, stopped talking and immediately started to feast.
So hungry.
Garos devoured the mountain of food at an almost crazy speed, like a wind and a cloud.
The family members held their breaths and did not dare to release their breath. Looking at the rapidly decreasing food, they sped up their movements and continued to bring more, in order to satisfy Molten Iron King's terrifying appetite at this moment.
Both Red-Silver Dragon and Fairy Dragon saw that Garos was in urgent need of replenishing energy at this moment.
They did not disturb Garos, but tacitly stepped aside and waited quietly.
Time passed quietly amidst the howling wind and snow and the sound of Red-Iron Dragon chewing and swallowing.
The night was getting darker and only the wind and snow were roaring under the dark sky. However, this natural roar could not suppress the sound of Molten Iron King eating.
Unknowingly, the whole day flew by silently.
When the second night covered Dragon Valley again, Garos had already swallowed a huge amount of material far exceeding its own weight.
The dim Dragon Jade Core in his body finally lit up with a weak but stable light again.
The originally dry and exhausted body became plump again, and knotted muscle lines bulged under the scales.
Although he is still far from his peak state, and the huge energy takes time to digest and absorb. But his current state is completely different from the seriously injured appearance when he first arrived at Dragon Valley.
"Tressie, and the other cubs, are not here at Dragon Valley?"
Only then did Garos have time to look around and found that apart from Deborah and Vera, White Dragon Tressie and other young dragons were not seen in the valley.
"Tressie took the dragons for special training. She said that only the harshest snowstorm can truly temper the hardest dragon scales."
Deborah responded.
"I just went through a tough fight."
At this time, Garos's eyes turned to Red-Silver Dragon. Under her gaze, she described what happened in the wilderness in as simple a language as possible.
The conquest and expansion of the tribe were dealt with lightly by him.
He focused on discovering the dangerous existence of Gorsas, setting traps for encirclement and suppression, and the tragic final battle.
Opposite Garos.
Looking at the Evil Dragon in front of him who ended his biological father's life with his own hands and was stained with the blood of his own race, there was no fear in Red-Silver Dragon Deborah's eyes.
On the contrary, a deep feeling of pity arose in her heart.
Having known Garos for decades, she knew that his nature was by no means cruel and tyrannical.
Reaching the step of patricide must be a last resort.
Moreover, Deborah is not completely ignorant of the rumors about the red dragon Gorsas, and has also heard of his fear and danger.
It is unfortunate for Garos to have such a crazy and evil father.
Now it is better to be able to end it completely and prevent yourself and even more living beings from suffering from it.
Maybe Garos herself didn't feel many ups and downs in her heart, but for Deborah, who has delicate and rich emotions, when she tried to put herself in Garos's position and put herself in his shoes to feel everything he experienced.
The suffocating heavy feeling that came over her at that moment almost made it difficult for her to breathe.
The world of Garos seems to be shrouded in boundless malice, with only an extremely rare warm light existing.
At this moment, Deborah secretly made up his mind.
She wanted to be the brightest among the very few lights. No matter whether there was wind, snow or flames ahead, nothing could change her mind.
"Garos..."
Red-Silver Dragon slowly took a few steps forward and gently pressed his forehead against Red Iron Dragon's scarred but still hard and huge head.
"I feel your heavy fatigue."
She whispered, "It's over, it's all over now."
"It's very safe here. There are no enemies or battles that you need to face immediately."
"Go to sleep, let go of your tension and sleep, I will stay here and always watch over you."
Fairy Dragon Vera also poked his head out from under the wings of Red-Silver Dragon, nodded his little head vigorously, and echoed loudly, "And I! Vera will also guard with Deborah!"
Listening to their firm and warm words, Garos's nerves, like bowstrings that were stretched to the limit, finally relaxed, and his irritability and violence were greatly reduced at the same time.
In this rare calm, an overwhelming wave of sleepiness came over me.
Red Iron Dragon's eyelids became heavier and heavier, slowly drooping, and his eyes gradually lost focus.
He will fall into a deep sleep.
Although it cannot reach the long Dragon Sleep level that Dragonkin requires for life transformation, which can take decades, in order to completely repair the injuries and digest the huge energy and insights brought by this battle, this sleep will last at least several months.
"Deborah, Vera..."
"This time... it's all up to you."
Garos's voice sounded sleepy, and he barely moved the corners of his mouth, revealing a tired smile.
Then, he flapped his wings, his huge body rose into the air, flew towards Burning Steel Fortress, returned to the palace, and slowly closed his eyes.
The energy you just consumed will begin to be digested and absorbed efficiently.
Those scars will eventually become his Battleworn Mark, and the scales that were once broken will become thicker.
There is no doubt that when he wakes up, he will become stronger.
Whatever cannot kill Garos will eventually make him stronger.
Red-Silver Dragon Deborah and Fairy Dragon Vera looked at each other and saw solemnity in each other's eyes. The interest in the relaxing game had long since disappeared.
They also flew into the sky and guarded near Burning Steel Fortress.
The family members in the valley, whether it was the Two-Legged Wyvern hovering in the sky or the tall Earth Violent Bear - they all raised their spirits and stood ready to guard their sleeping king.
Soon after, White Dragon Tressie returned from training with a group of young dragons.
After learning what happened, she also canceled the follow-up training plan, gave the dragons a rare holiday, and then joined the ranks of guardians, waiting for Molten Iron King's awakening together with other Dragon Race.