Iron Dragon Sorog suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils shrank into two thin lines in the rain curtain, and he felt solemn inside.
Alya, this is not the first time he has heard this name.
According to the intelligence collected by the tribe, the being known as [Lucky Messenger] briefly appeared in Creekwood Territory and tried to preach. After the then lord Xia'er clearly informed her that Creekwood Territory did not welcome the spread of any faith, she left calmly. Since then, there has been no news, as if she had never appeared.
I never expected that I would hear this name again at this time, in this place, and in this way.
More importantly, judging from the domain characteristics displayed by the invisible barrier in front of him and the sound transmission that directly sounded in his heart, this Alya is most likely a Legendary Realm. At the same time, he may also be a favored person protected by Deity, a big shot that the current Molten Iron Tribe is not easy to offend.
"Hello, Your Excellency Alya."
"My name is Sorog, Iron King from the Molten Iron Tribe."
Facing a Legendary Realm, Iron Dragon responded solemnly, showing his identity while maintaining sufficient etiquette and restraint.
He paused slightly, organized his words, and continued, "In order to trace the item in your hands, we Molten Iron Tribe have invested a lot of time and effort, and sacrificed many loyal family members."
Lucky Messenger Alya nodded gently, his face still calm.
"I know."
Her voice sounded directly in his heart, and she said, "It was by following the footprints and traces left by your exploration team that I easily located my location here."
She explained simply.
In fact, after leaving Creekwood Territory, this Lucky Messenger has been walking aimlessly in the wilderness.
An accidental stop made her notice the sentry set up by the Molten Iron Tribe in the abandoned mine.
If you are an ordinary person, you may not care about the strongholds that can be seen everywhere in this wilderness.
But Lucky Messenger is different.
As this title indicates, her luck has always been so good that she even gained the favor of Goddess of Luck and became the rare God-Favored.
Since then, her luck has become even more incredible.
No matter where she goes, opportunities and treasures will always appear in front of her like being attracted by a magnet.
When she saw the mine sentry, some indescribable intuition told her that this was not a meaningless encounter.
Perhaps, there is something terrible hidden under that bottomless mine.
With such a premonition, she showed amazing patience, lurked and observed for a long time, and finally arrived at this dusty underground hall first.
Sorog suppressed the turmoil in his heart and asked tentatively, "In that case, Sir Alya, can you please return this object? We are willing to pay other prices as a reward for you to take this object out for us."
He knew there was little hope, but he still wanted to fight for a chance.
Lucky Messenger slowly shook his head.
"Molten Iron Tribe, I know you."
"I know that you are not those chaotic and evil people who are completely unable to communicate and only know how to destroy and plunder, so I am willing to say a few more words to you."
Her eyes lowered and fell on the white ball of light suspended in her palm.
"It's called [Hall of Heroes]."
She said, "Hall of Heroes is the creation of the Legendary Realm created by the forging masters in Duergar, imitating the famous [Heroic Realm] plane with all their efforts."
"It is self-contained internally, with an independent Demiplane space that can absorb and carry the souls of dead creatures so that they can exist in the form of Heroic Spirit and can be summoned to Material Plane to fight."
Heroic Realm...Sorog knows this plane.
It is a very special one among many planes. Warriors, heroes, wise kings and other existences with heroic qualities in countless worlds will have the opportunity to be attracted to this plane after their death, and transform into the Immortal Realm immortal Heroic Spirit, which will live forever in the glory and battle of the Eternal Realm.
"However, Hall of Heroes is far from being as sacred as its prototype. It is also an extremely dangerous thing."
Alya said seriously, "Its creation and loss of control directly led to the destruction of Malnes Dungeon. Countless Duergar died in that disaster, and only a handful of their souls were absorbed into it and became Heroic Spirit."
"These Heroic Spirit, in a sense, are also prisoners of the Eternal Realm."
"The holder of Hall of Heroes can drive and control them at will, and can show mercy or torture."
She raised her gaze again, as if she could penetrate the layers of rock walls and see Iron Dragon above the mine. "Just imagine, if this thing falls into the hands of an ambitious and bottomless conspirator or believer of the evil god, the wave of disaster it can set off may devastate all living beings and make the earth weep with blood."
At this point, her tone became extremely serious.
"I know that you have devoted your efforts and sacrifices to find it and explore this dangerous path to it."
"I am not blind to this contribution."
"But out of consideration of potential risks, I will keep Hall of Heroes, which is a more appropriate choice at the moment."
Hearing this, Iron Dragon fell into a brief silence, and only the sound of rain hitting the scales could be heard.
There is no doubt that Hall of Heroes is an extremely powerful Legendary Artifact.
Apart from anything else, if you can master it, Flower Lord who fell in the previous battle to encircle and suppress Mad King may be able to be resurrected as Heroic Spirit, and the tribe's relatives will be more fearless of death because of this. After all, death is no longer the end.
However, the reality is that Hall of Heroes is in the hands of this Lucky Messenger.
He can't take it back.
Even if Garos in his heyday came in person, he might not be able to do it, not to mention that now Garos is seriously injured and sleeping, and Molten Iron Tribe is leaderless.
This Lucky Messenger is really lucky. It appears at this time and can easily take away Legendary Artifact.
"You seem... a little angry."
Lucky Messenger's voice was still calm and said, "I understand your feelings, and I also understand that your interests have indeed been damaged by my actions."
"But, I'm sorry."
"For the reasons I just stated, I cannot hand over Hall of Heroes to you."
"Besides, it's not like I have nothing to say. I have made up for your losses to a certain extent."
Iron Dragon was moved in his heart and asked, "What kind of compensation?"
Alya raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a smile, "Don't you feel that your luck has been particularly good during this period of time?"
"After I noticed you and decided to take this object, I gave your tribe a lucky blessing."
"This blessing allows you to make all your wishes come true, and allows many seemingly coincidental good fortunes to gather around you."
Is there such a thing?
Sorog was startled for a moment, then carefully recalled the tribe's recent experiences.
It seems... lucky indeed.
Sacred Spirit Deer and Beholder both suffered losses, and Immortal Bird also rushed there at the same time. In the end, the tribe fisherman benefited and caught them all in one fell swoop.
There is also the red dragon Gorsas, the chaotic and crazy Mad King, his father.
The trap planned by Sorog, the rumors spread by using Frenzied Flame as bait... Deep down in his heart, he actually did not have high expectations.
First, it takes time to transmit information. The wilderness is so vast, and it is unknown whether the message can reach Gorsas's ears.
Secondly, with Gorsas's elusive thinking and action patterns, whether he will be interested in this bait and whether he will follow the bait is full of huge uncertainty.
Sorog's original estimate was that this would be a long fishing trip.
However, the reality is that Gorsas was attracted at an unimaginable speed, bit the bait directly, and ran into the trap. Only one lord died during the encirclement and suppression, which was the prerequisite for being defeated by all Rage.
This perfect luck is indeed unusual now that I think about it.
Iron Dragon took a deep breath of the cold air mixed with the smell of rain and earth, forced down the chaotic thoughts and reluctance in his heart, and let his reason prevail.
"Thank you for your information. Looking back now, I really feel the power of that blessing."
Iron Dragon's voice returned to calmness, and he said openly, "You are right, Hall of Heroes is too dangerous, and it is indeed beyond our control at the moment, Molten Iron Tribe."
"It is undoubtedly more stable and safe to be kept by a powerful being like you."
This answer obviously exceeded Lucky Messenger's expectations.
A trace of surprise flashed in her eyes.
In her opinion, she had already apologized and given me some compensation.
If the other party didn't know how to appreciate it, tried to rob it, and showed malice, she would have a reason to attack Punishment, or even kill it. However, she never expected that this Iron Dragon could accept the reality so calmly, and even express understanding.
"Very good."
The smile on Alya's face was a little more genuine, and his voice was a little gentler.
"I sincerely like to communicate with intelligent creatures like you, Iron King Sorog. Since you can understand and agree with my approach and position, then I wish you good luck."
She nodded lightly and said, "I think it's time for me to leave."
Iron Dragon Sorog made a plea to stay and said enthusiastically, "Sir Alya, why are you so anxious? If you don't have anything particularly urgent, why not move to Creekwood Territory and take a rest?"
"I will host a banquet with the highest courtesy to welcome you."
Lucky Messenger shook his head slightly and declined the invitation.
"No, I've been stranded in the wilderness long enough."
She also has other identities and responsibilities, and needs to return to the church to handle some matters. She also needs to find a safe and suitable place to store the Hall of Heroes she just obtained.
"Your conversation and behavior make me respect you from the bottom of my heart."
At the edge of the mine, Iron Dragon grinned slightly, revealing his fangs that shone with cold light, and said, "This has changed my past one-sided view of some Deity and its followers, and made me curious."
"If, and I mean if, I want to listen more deeply to Goddess of Luck's teachings, where should I find you in the future?"
Preaching is one of God-Favored's basic obligations, and he captured this point accurately.
Sure enough, Lucky Messenger Alya nodded with a smile and responded, "In the south, whether it is Lothern or Ribos, in any major city of the human kingdom, you can find the temple of Goddess of Luck."
"Anyone who is sincere and wants to listen to the teachings of the goddess will not be turned away by the temple."
Iron Dragon went one step further and said in a sincere tone, "However, unfamiliar environments always make me uneasy."
"You know, not everyone can have a noble character like you. I often encounter misunderstandings and prejudices. I hope to have a trustworthy guide like you to answer my doubts."
Alya understood what he meant. She played with the shrinking ball of light in her hand and smiled meaningfully.
"Then... it depends on whether you are lucky enough."
As soon as she finished speaking, the ball of light transformed by Hall of Heroes completely disappeared in her palm, and she didn't know where it was collected.
"Wish you good luck and hope to see you next time."
Finally leaving a blessing, Alya's figure disappeared into thin air.
All Molten Iron Kin present, including Russell with keen perception, could not detect how she left or where she went.
"Russell."
Iron Dragon's voice sounded in Werewolf's heart again, without any hint of joy or anger. "Bring people in, search the hall thoroughly, don't let go of anything valuable."
"Yes!"
Werewolf took the order and immediately led his family members into the hall.
On the other side, the drizzle was still falling, hitting Iron Dragon Sorog's hard scales coldly, causing tiny splashes of water.
Let's assume that the so-called compensation of Lucky Messenger really exists and is not just empty talk, but even so, compared with the real value of a Legendary Artifact, it is simply insignificant.
Molten Iron Tribe's previous development strategy has always been steady and cautious. Even if there is no so-called good luck, those Map King will sooner or later be defeated and annexed by the tribes one by one.
As for the red dragon Gorsas.
Although he is powerful, his chaotic and crazy thinking itself is his biggest weakness. Even if he is not attracted by Frenzied Flame, he can always find other ways to deal with him.
Lucky blessing?
Bullshit!
Iron Dragon sneered at this in his heart, a suppressed anger burning silently in his chest, wanting to directly smash the opponent Temple and twist off Lucky Messenger's head.
However, what else could he do in the face of a strong Legendary Realm who was willing to be calm and reasonable and even apologized?
Should Rage be as incompetent as Hatchling Dragon and lead the tribe in a suicide charge?
No, he chose to suppress all his anger, bury it deeply in his heart, and write down today's events deeply.
Molten Iron Tribe has not experienced such a complete concession for a long time since he unified Borderlands. The rapid progress since returning to the wilderness has almost made him forget the feeling of being forced to give in.
Now that I taste it again, it has a different taste.
"If Garos were here, facing a formidable and powerful enemy, he would probably make the same choice as me."
"Be patient for the time being and quietly accumulate strength until your minions become sharper than the enemy, then wait for the opportunity to take action and get everything back with profit."
"Of course, this refers to him before."
"Garos, who is now affected by Frenzied Flame and has a mind of Rage, might be like White Dragon and desperately fight Lucky Messenger... That is definitely not a wise move."
He thought calmly.
With Lucky Messenger Alya's appearance, voice, breath and all the details deeply engraved in his heart, Iron Dragon Sorog no longer stayed, he suddenly flapped his wings and soared into the sky against the dense rain curtain, flying straight in the direction of Quenching Plateau with his body covered with wetness, coldness and depression.
Time passes like water, day and night alternate.
Molten Iron Tribe temporarily stopped the pace of outward expansion and instead focused on digesting the acquired territory. In the wild northwest region, its ruling foundation became increasingly solid and profound.
Borderlands, Dragon Valley, it is still a world covered in ice and snow.
One day, the storm was so violent that it seemed to submerge the entire valley.
Just as the wind and snow roared, Red-Iron Dragon, who was sleeping in the deepest part of Burning Steel Fortress, slowly opened its giant eyes.
"Ho--!"
A low dragon roar came from the castle, penetrated the barrier of wind and snow, and echoed in the valley.
Garos stretched its huge body that had been sleeping for a long time and was slightly stiff. With a burst of intensive clicking sounds, countless old and aging scales shook off, revealing brand new dragon scales underneath that were thicker, harder, and shimmering with a dull metallic luster.
His body was obviously more swollen than before he fell asleep, and the outlines of his muscles were undulating under the thick scales, full of an explosive sense of power.
The Dragon Might exuded also becomes more solid and oppressive.
"Although the battle with Gorsas was tragic, the benefits it brought were real."
Garos felt the power rushing inside his body and used Detection Art on himself.
Life Level:18.
Thanks to that desperate life-and-death fight due to Rage, as well as the massive resources continuously provided by the tribe, he independently broke through the bottleneck of Life Level in a non-Dragon Sleep state.
This is a very rare thing for a giant dragon with a long growth cycle.
At the same time, his Martial Combat Level has also been naturally upgraded to level 11, and his control and use of his own power has reached a higher level.
Garos raised his huge right front paw, slowly raised a hook toe, and was highly concentrated.
sneer.
A solid wisp of Dragon Qi emerged from the tip of the hook toe.
But unlike the previous blazing feeling, this wisp of Dragon Qi has a cold and dead feeling.
This means that Garos has officially embarked on the path of the Dragon of Eternal Death and begun to master the power related to it.
Moreover, he naturally understood the first Eternal Death Pathway skill.
Life Drain--Forcibly extract part of the life essence from the surrounding creatures within a certain range to restore its own injuries and vitality.
Garos is lacking recovery skills.
For him, this was like giving him timely help, making up for one of his shortcomings.
As Eternal Death Pathway improves, there are other powerful skills waiting to be obtained. These skills, combined with the super strong dragon body he evolved, make him even more powerful.
There were no other living creatures around at this moment, so Garos temporarily gave up the idea of testing the effects of new skills on the spot.
He turned his attention to the depths of his own mind.
The cluster of invisible flames representing Frenzied Flame was still burning quietly in his consciousness, silently accumulating Rage values. However, as Garos adapted during this period, the speed was slower than before.
"If you want to fully adapt to or even control this Frenzied Flame, it is probably not something that can be accomplished in a short time."
Garos Instead of feeling frustrated, he was eager to try.
"Very good! It can be used as the best whetstone. In the confrontation with it, my mental resistance is improving every moment. When the day I can really control it, I am afraid that most mental attacks will be completely ineffective against me."
Time is always on the side of the dragon, and he gladly accepted this long and dangerous challenge.
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