Borderlands, Dragon Valley.
After a period of eating and recuperation, the Dragon Jade energy in Garos's body has been replenished.
Since the injury he suffered this time was not too serious and did not reach the level of needing to fall into deep sleep to repair, he quickly regained his vitality.
Life Level is certainly an important criterion for measuring strength, but it is not absolute.
Looking back at the life-and-death battle with Mad King Gorsas, and comparing it to the Heart of Thunder that had just been killed, the latter's Life Level was superior, but the real sense of oppression and danger displayed was inferior to his crazy Red Dragon Father.
Compared with Red Dragon Father who tried his best to defeat Garos.
In order to seriously injure Garos, Heart of Thunder sacrificed his life at all costs, and barely managed to knock out his Dragon Jade in a tragic way that almost killed both of them.
If there is a one-on-one duel to the death, this Blue Dragon Leader is definitely no match for Red Dragon Father.
Of course, if it is an ordinary encounter, with Red Dragon Father's chaotic mind, unless Frenzied Flame is affected to a certain extent, it is impossible to leave Heart of Thunder who is determined to escape.
Garos was able to force Heart of Thunder into a desperate situation, largely due to his intelligence advantage.
He knew its subtle weaknesses, and used this to tear its dragon wings and lumbar vertebrae. Even if the opponent could perform Partial Elementalization, the speed would be greatly reduced, and in the end it would be impossible to escape the continuous pursuit of Garos.
"What level of strength have the kings of other regions reached?"
Garos stared at the vast wilderness, thinking silently in his heart.
If those kings are only as strong as Blue Dragon Leader, then it is not impossible to win the title of King of the Wilderness; but if they all have the same strength as Red Dragon Father, then it is a wiser choice to maintain the status quo before Garos Life Level improves again.
"What a pity that Gladiatorial Array Disk."
Garos couldn't help but miss the damaged props, and felt a little regretful.
It's just a replica of a certain Legendary Artifact, but it's already very useful.
Garos's two fights to the death where he gave everything he had and left no room for mercy were both completed under the witness of Gladiatorial Array Disk.
One time, he was besieged by numerous Dragon Hunter as a BOSS. The other time, he dragged Red Dragon Father into the formation and attacked him as a BOSS. No matter which time, he had the last laugh.
In addition, defeating a powerful enemy and completely killing a powerful enemy are two completely different difficulties.
Without Gladiatorial Array Disk's space blockade, facing enemies whose strength is only slightly inferior to one's own, such as Blue Dragon Leader's, without sufficient intelligence support, it would be extremely difficult to completely retain them.
If you are not careful, you will be escaped and the consequences will be endless.
In addition, the scouts sent by the tribe, especially the huge number of bird and animal spies, are now like a large invisible net, spreading over almost the entire wilderness.
They continue to collect various types of information and gradually improve the portraits of the kings of other regions.
No matter whether the future is war or peace, it never hurts to know more.
Resisting the interference of anger caused by Frenzied Flame in his mind, Garos forced himself to think about many things calmly.
After a while, he took out a bucket of Black Oil from the space prop he carried with him.
He planned to drink this fuel as a drink to light the fuse for the next high-intensity physical exercise.
At this moment, Gold Dragon Alberto not far away noticed his actions.
Gold Dragon, who was full of curiosity, stepped closer and stared at the Black Oil bucket in Garos's hand.
"Give me a taste too."
Alberto said, with a hint of eagerness in his tone. "I see you have drank this thing more than once, is it really delicious?"
Garos glanced at this Metal Dragon companion, not stingy at all.
He took out a small bucket of Black Oil from the space props, rolled it up with his tail, and handed it to Alberto casually.
After Gold Dragon took it, he took a deep breath and carefully poured some Black Oil into his mouth as if he was about to make a major attempt.
The next moment, his expression suddenly changed.
"Bah! Bah! Bah!"
Alberto stuck out his tongue hurriedly, trying to remove all traces of Black Oil, and the muscles on his face twitched slightly because of the indescribable taste.
In fact, this is not the first time Alberto has tried to eat Black Oil. Past experiences have also ended in being difficult to swallow, but he suspects that what Garos is enjoying may be an improved product that has been specially processed.
However, after personal experience, the cruel facts proved that the Black Oil of Garos was almost the same as the version in his memory.
It's just that the concentration is higher, the taste is more exciting, and it's harder to swallow.
"Your poison, my honey."
Red Iron Dragon calmly raised his bucket of Black Oil, took a sip, and then explained, "To me, it is as fiery as fine wine. It can stimulate my body's potential and make the exercise effect twice the result with half the effort."
Alberto's eyes were full of doubt.
"Are you bluffing me?"
He couldn't help but question, "Black Oil is an important energy source in the alchemy industry, but I have never heard of it being directly edible. You are not one of those Alchemy Golem made of steel."
Red Iron Dragon glanced at Gold Dragon, his eyes indifferent.
"The physiques of dragons cannot be generalized. Some things cannot be forced."
As he spoke, under Gold Dragon's unbelievable gaze, he took out nearly ten more gems that shone with various colors.
Garos threw all these valuable gems into his mouth like ordinary snacks without any hesitation or distress. He didn't even chew them. He took another big mouthful of Black Oil and swallowed them all with a gulp sound.
Black Oil with gemstones, perfect.
"Hu--"
Red Iron Dragon spit out scorching flames from his nose and mouth at the same time, and his breathing became heavier. The scales all over his body seemed to be shimmering, showing a satisfied expression.
On the other side, Gold Dragon Alberto felt his heart bleed.
Gems! Those sparkling, so beautiful gems!
He, Garos, actually ate them!
Ignoring Gold Dragon's distressed expression, Garos moved his body, his dragon wings fluttered slightly, and then his figure rose straight into the sky, tearing the sky apart.
What is he doing?
Speed workout? It doesn't look like it.
Alberto raised his head and looked up at Red Iron Dragon dancing wildly under the sky.
To his surprise, Garos did not fly in a straight line at high speed or circle with a large radius after climbing to a high altitude.
He began to flap his wings continuously and frequently, sometimes accelerating in conjunction with the instantaneous bursts of flames. In a relatively limited airspace, he made extremely fast turns, sideways moves, swallow gyrations and other difficult movements. Each change of direction was accompanied by a harsh tearing sound of airflow and a short and dazzling jet of wing flames, leaving a fleeting trajectory on the high-altitude wind and snow curtain.
"It turns out it's about exercising flexibility in a small area."
Alberto suddenly understood and immediately understood Red Iron Dragon's intention, and even guessed the reason after a little reasoning.
"It seems that in the battle with Heart of Thunder, Garos suffered a loss in dexterity in close combat, so now we need to strengthen this aspect in a targeted manner."
His guess was absolutely correct.
All along, Garos has been constantly reviewing and making up for its own shortcomings.
The fight with Blue Dragon Leader made him realize that although his speed in a straight line was astonishing, there was still a gap between him and the top creatures in this area in terms of flexibility in tossing and turning within a very small range and in close combat.
This is an area worth investing energy in strengthening.
Of course, it must be clear that the weaknesses Garos considers are compared with the type of creature he is targeting that has reached the ultimate level of flexibility.
In fact, the flexibility of Garos itself far exceeds that of most creatures of the same level.
If an enemy misjudges his clumsy movements due to his huge size, he will pay a heavy price.
But obviously, Garos is not satisfied with the status quo. What he pursues is all-round power without blind spots, and he is eager to improve his abilities in this area to the top level.
As for how to further improve, he feels that the key lies in his own Celestial Comet Wings.
For a long time, his use of Celestial Comet Wings mainly relies on straight-line flyby accelerated by gas flames.
But if the flame can be controlled more stably, to the extent that it can be turned on and off instantly, its flexibility in a small range will definitely be no less than that of Blue Dragon Leader.
It's very difficult, but Garos is willing to accept the challenge.
"Garos is already so powerful, and his achievements at Young Dragon's age are even more remarkable, but he has never slacked off and is still making progress."
Alberto sighed inwardly.
He has no jealousy towards Garos's power.
The reason is very simple. This strength is obtained by Garos through unremitting efforts and persistence, rather than relying solely on talent.
Every time he discovers his own shortcomings or weaknesses, this Red Iron Dragon will immediately engage in targeted hard training, day after day, and continue to accumulate until he gradually adapts and turns his shortcomings into strengths.
It is in this process that he becomes stronger and more invincible.
Alberto feels that any dragon, even White Dragon, if it can have such persistence, will definitely achieve extraordinary achievements.
"My flexibility also needs to be improved."
Alberto suddenly became interested and laughed loudly, "Haha, Garos, I will play with you!"
As he spoke, his huge golden body rose into the air and rushed towards the black figure high in the sky.
Garos naturally would not refuse the living sandbag and sparring partner who came to his door, and he immediately greeted him.
Immediately afterwards, the huge figures of two giant dragons, one golden and one black, began to dance together under the sky.
They were engaged in high-speed, dizzying maneuvers and competitions within a limited airspace.
The wind and snow flying all over the sky were like a curtain, being torn apart by the sharp dragon wings and roaring figures, and then being replenished and healed by more wind and snow sweeping in.
However, no matter which angle you look at it, it is a scene of the golden dragon being beaten unilaterally.
Under the impact of Garos like a violent storm, coupled with the high-speed change of direction of the instant wing flame jets, Alberto was like a huge top, being whipped and rotated continuously.
The sound of heavy blows was accompanied by the muffled hum of Gold Dragon.
But Gold Dragon also has a stubborn streak in his heart.
He gritted his teeth and endured the disadvantage of being at a disadvantage. Occasionally he could spot the opportunity and launch one or two fierce counterattacks, which finally added a bit of fun and challenge to Garos's training.
As for these sudden counterattacks, Garos tried his best to rely on his body skills to evade flexibly, trying not to let Alberto touch him.
After all, his goal at the moment is to improve flexibility.
Whipping the Gold Dragon top is just incidental, not the main purpose.
Snap!
Red Iron Dragon's thick and powerful dragon tail whipped Alberto's shoulder blade again, causing his huge body to spin uncontrollably in a large circle in the air.
The moment Alberto barely managed to steady his body and angrily struck back with his claws.
The flames on Garos's dragon wings suddenly surged and exploded. The figure suddenly disappeared on the spot, moved sideways at high speed, and appeared on the other side of Alberto. The strong wind brought by the dragon wings struck Gold Dragon again.
At the same time.
On the towering observation deck of Burning Steel Fortress, Red-Silver Dragon Deborah and Fairy Dragon Vera are raising their heads in unison, looking up at the contest in the sky.
"You have to thank Alberto for coming."
Fairy Dragon Vera said with a smile, with a hint of joking in his tone. "Otherwise, it will definitely be you who is being caught and caused trouble by Garos now."
Red-Silver Dragon Deborah remained silent and did not answer the call.
Her slender tail swayed slightly from side to side behind her, and this subtle movement did not reveal much happiness.
The quirky Fairy Dragon rolled his eyes, and then his body shook slightly as if he had thought of some interesting idea.
With a faint halo, she split into two, turning into a white White Fairy Dragon with a serious expression, and a dark Black Fairy Dragon with a sly smile.
The two little fairies, black and white, flapped their wings and flew around Red-Silver Dragon, and finally landed lightly on the edges of her ears on both sides.
left side.
White Fairy Dragon, who was completely white and exuded a soft and holy brilliance, raised his head slightly, and his expression became extremely serious and solemn.
With a voice as clear and majestic as a choir, she said righteously, "My dear Deborah, please remember the principles and principles passed down from generation to generation by our Metal Dragon." Bottom line, always recognize the essential difference between yourself and those Evil Dragons. You have a code of conduct that you must abide by and must not act arbitrarily. This is the honor and dignity that belongs to Metal Dragons!"
On the right side, the completely black Black Fairy Dragon grinned, revealing a pair of cute little fangs, and let out a chuckle.
She used a voice as sweet as honey to whisper in Deborah's other ear, "My beautiful Deborah, why should I resist the true desire in my heart? Obey you. Instinct, bravely tell that Red Iron Dragon your true thoughts! Otherwise, be careful of being beaten by other bad female dragons? You have to know that there are always many competitors around him."
As soon as the words fell, the two Fairy Dragons, black and white, glared at each other, and invisible sparks seemed to fly where their eyes collided.
"Idiot! Principles and dignity are more important!"
White Fairy Dragon waved his little paw and retorted loudly.
"Idiot! It's more important to face your heart and pursue happiness!"
Black Fairy Dragon responded with her hands on her hips without any sign of weakness.
They looked at each other again, and in an instant their whispers turned into an endless quarrel, their voices getting louder and faster.
"Order is fundamental!"
"Instinct is the source!"
"You're going to hurt her!"
"You're restraining her!"
... The argument quickly escalated, and the two small figures collided with each other in the air like bullfights. You grabbed my wings, and I pulled your tail, like two balls of yarn entangled together, fighting fiercely.
"Vera, have you played enough? Are you afraid that if you play like this for a long time, you will really have a schizophrenia?"
Red-Silver Dragon finally couldn't help but speak, and at the same time stretched out his dragon claws and held the two little goblins in his claws.
At this time, the black and white figure of Fairy Dragon gradually blurred and merged, and finally turned back into the colorful Fairy Dragon, blinking innocently at Deborah.
"Oh, don't be angry, Deborah, just make a joke to liven up the atmosphere..."
Fairy Dragon tried to poke his head out from the gap in the dragon's claws.
At this moment, a golden dragon shadow plummeted straight down from the sky.
With a dull and loud bang, it hit the bottom of Dragon Valley, stirring up large amounts of smoke, dust and snow.
Immediately afterwards, Alberto grinned and crawled out of the hole he had made in a slightly embarrassed manner.
He looked up at the still lively figure in the sky, and wisely chose to stay on the ground instead of flying up and asking for trouble.
"Alberto, why did you choose to stay at Borderlands?"
Red-Silver Dragon vibrated its wings, flew lightly in front of Gold Dragon, and asked, "I remember, isn't your ideal to build the so-called Golden Order in the wilderness?"
"..."
Alberto was silent for a moment, seemingly considering his words, and finally chose to confess.
"The territory I worked so hard to establish in the wilderness was destroyed not long ago. I am approaching my sleep period and need to find a safe place to spend this time, so I plan to stay here for a while."
Fairy Dragon Vera flapped its wings and flew next to Gold Dragon's head.
She comforted in an encouraging tone, "It's okay, Alberto! The territory is gone, you can rebuild it again in the future!"
Hearing this heart-warming encouragement, Gold Dragon nodded seriously.
He responded firmly, "Well, you're right, it will definitely happen!"
At the same time, Fairy Dragon also nodded vigorously and added, "Of course! Just like you have challenged Garos many times. Although you have failed repeatedly, you have failed again and again!"
"I believe that with your perseverance, you will eventually be able to realize your great ideal!"
Gold Dragon Alberto Hearing this, a trace of suspicion flashed in his eyes.
He was a little unsure for a moment whether Fairy Dragon was sincerely praising him or trying to undermine him in a roundabout way.
However, Deborah on the side knew very well that Vera was hurting him.
She didn't point it out, but tilted her head slightly, with a puzzled expression on her face, and continued to ask, "So you planned to fall asleep at Dragon Valley, why don't you consider returning to the Dragon Realm? It's obviously safer there and the environment is more comfortable than here."
Alberto shook his head.
"I don't want to go back to the Dragon Realm."
He explained, "My parents, they have too much control over me, and they always take the trouble to teach me how to be a dragon, especially how to be a qualified Gold Dragon. They have a perfect Gold Dragon template in their hearts."
"But I have my own ideas and paths, and I don't want to just follow those outdated preachings."
"Being around them makes me feel less comfortable than here."
He paused, glanced at some figures in the valley, and continued, "Garos here is indeed dominated by Evil Dragon, but I have to say that I feel they are more interesting than some Metal Dragon in the Dragon Realm. Each dragon is... well, more vivid, each has its own characteristics, and each has its own advantages."
Is there a possibility that if you think Evil Dragon is more interesting, it just means you have something wrong with yourself?
Red-Silver Dragon Deborah couldn't help but complain silently in his heart.
She likes to stay at Dragon Valley. The main reason is because Garos is here.
She actually doesn't have much feelings for the other Evil Dragon in the valley, and has very few interactions with them on weekdays. She mainly plays with Fairy Dragon.
But Alberto seems to really find other Evil Dragon interesting.
With such a unique idea, it is no wonder that his parents are so controlling and worried that he is a bad student.
"Oh, by the way, I suddenly remembered something."
Deborah looked at Gold Dragon and said, "Alberto, you seemed to have sneaked out before Dragon Realm was officially closed, right? And now, Dragon Realm has been unblocked for some time. Your parents, won't they come to take you back?"
Click.
It was as if something was broken in Alberto's mind.
Gold Dragon's face suddenly stiffened.
"I forgot about it."
He said with a heavy tone.
Fairy Dragon Vera still smiled and comforted in a relaxed tone, "Oh, don't be so nervous."
"How could your parents know exactly where you are now? Unless--"
She lengthened her voice and said narrowly, "--They have been prepared for a rainy day. They secretly planted some kind of positioning and tracking spell on you? For example, it is hidden under a certain scale, or melted into the blood."
Alberto fell into a deeper silence, and his face became a little ugly.
Red-Silver Dragon couldn't help but feel a trace of pity in his eyes.
With Metal Dragon's parents' almost excessive protection and emphasis on their female heirs, it is almost standard operation to cast some kind of spell for positioning and tracking on their children.
For example, her own father did something similar.
Alberto must have it too.
Sneaking out of the Dragon Realm before the closure; trying to participate in the struggle for hegemony in the dangerous wilderness; hanging out with a large group of Evil Dragon.
If his parents knew about all these things, Alberto could foresee that he would be in for a merciless mixed doubles match, and the intensity would definitely be higher than before.
"Haha... hehe... I, Alberto, am the great Gold Dragon who is destined to build Immortal Realm Golden Order!"
Gold Dragon forced himself to stay calm and cheered himself up with heroic words. "My parents who cannot understand my grand vision and firm will, as well as those brothers and sisters, are nothing more than insignificant obstacles on my growth path!"
"I, Alberto, will never bow to them."
"Unless they beat me to death on the spot, I will never go back to the Dragon Realm with them."
The moment he finished speaking.
Boom!
A clear vibration suddenly came from the entire ground.
This sudden turn of events scared Gold Dragon all over, his limbs went limp, and he almost collapsed to the ground on the spot.
He turned his head suddenly in shock and looked in the direction of the source of the earthquake.
Oh, it turned out that the Red Iron Dragon Garos that had just landed after a round of exercise was not the parents he had expected who arrived just in time.
Gold Dragon Alberto Then he breathed a long sigh of relief, and his tense nerves relaxed a little.
Garos was surrounded by steaming heat that had not yet dissipated, and had just finished a high-intensity flexibility training.
He turned his eyes to Red-Silver Dragon, hooked his sharp claws at her, and said, "Deborah, come here, it's time to exercise together."
Red-Silver Dragon turned his body, as if he was ready to escape at any moment.
Then, as she expected, Red Iron Dragon stepped forward directly, lifted her up with his strong arms, turned around and walked towards the training ground.
"Damn it Garos! Let me go!"
Red-Silver Dragon struggled symbolically and protested dissatisfiedly, while quietly showing a smile of satisfaction.
Alberto clicked his tongue, then looked at Fairy Dragon.
He asked, "Do these two dragons usually play like this?"
Fairy Dragon shook his head, and then said seriously, "No, they are usually more perverted. I am embarrassed to say it."
Soon after.
Distant Endless Sea, Wave-Subduing Dragon Realm.
"Nasha, take the armor equipment and positioning props I once had and go bring your brother back."
A deep and rich whisper came from a huge and luxurious Dragon Palace.
"What if he doesn't want to come back?"
The female Adult Dragon named Nasha asked in a low voice.
"Then fight until this traitor is willing."
A deep voice replied.
"Okay! I'll set off now!"
With a gloating and impatient reply, the giant dragon flew out of the Palace, spiraled into the sky, and flew straight in the direction of Borderlands.