New Calendar 501, winter.
Lain Plateau The first snow this year came earlier than usual.
When Garos returned to Dragon Court from training Small World, snowflakes were falling quietly from the lead-gray clouds.
Small, white and light.
They were carried by the wind and rotated in the air, and finally fell to the earth that had been covered with a layer of white.
The mountains, rivers, forests, and fields were all dyed the same color by the first snow. The snow had already been covered with a thin layer, and if you stepped on it, it would make a slight creaking sound.
He hovered in the wind and snow.
Red Emperor is not far away from being three hundred years old. Even if it has not yet entered a deep sleep, Life Level has naturally improved.
His normal size has officially exceeded fifty meters, and he doesn't show any arrogance around his body, but the scorching residual heat from training still remains on his scales.
The snowflakes fell down, landed on the scales, melted instantly, and evaporated into wisps of white mist, which were then swept away by the cold wind.
Garos Close your eyes.
It feels good to let the wind and snow wash away your scales.
One piece, two pieces, three pieces... The shape, temperature, falling angle, and even the melting speed of each snowflake were clearly presented in his perception.
This is a by-product of years of training.
Not only the growth of attributes, but also the perfect control of oneself and the surrounding environment.
At this moment, a familiar smell came from the distance.
He turned his head and looked through the snow curtain towards the direction where the breath was coming from.
Two figures penetrated the clouds and flew up from below.
The first one is the red dragon Galkro.
His body shape was even stronger than when we last met, with strong muscles and scales that were the color of red-hot charcoal. He stood out in the white snow. When his wings were spread out, they could cover a small area of the sky. Every time he flapped his wings, he stirred up a gust of air, scattering the surrounding snowflakes in all directions.
He flew ahead, his posture vigorous and confident.
Following him was a teenage male Black Dragon.
No, not exactly Black Dragon.
The appearance of this young dragon does not have the sinister look of the ordinary Black Dragon. Instead, it looks like a red dragon covered in black scales. It has obvious muscle lines and thick bones. Although the special horn on the top of its head is different from the red dragon, it is thicker and stronger than the ordinary Black Dragon.
Obviously, this is a hybrid of Hybrid Dragon, a red dragon, and Black Dragon.
The son of Galkro and Salia, the second generation descendant of Garos.
The two dragons quickly flew closer.
Galkro stretched its wings and stopped not far from his father.
The posture is casual, as if it is done often.
Young Black Dragon also stopped and hovered behind Galkro, still some distance away from his grandfather. He looked at Garos with eyes full of awe, but also mixed with a bit of curiosity and reserve.
"My dear father."
Galkro was the first to speak, with a loud voice and a smile, "It's rare that you have free time, so I brought my son to say hello to you. The snow came just in time, not too big or too small, not too slow, not too slow. I was also planning to take a shower."
"It seems that our father and son are heroes and have the same vision."
The young Black Dragon stepped forward at the right time, lowered his head, folded his wings slightly, and bent his front paws, assuming the standard posture of Dragonkin expressing respect.
"Great grandfather, I, Karag Ignas, send you my regards."
he said.
Garos looked at him.
There was respect, awe, and unconcealable curiosity in the eyes of this young Black Dragon.
He was looking at his grandfather, observing this legendary existence, and wanted to see with his own eyes the person who was surrounded by all Dragons of Aura, the entire kingdom,
What is "Red Emperor" that is even praised throughout Atlant.
This look is very familiar to Garos. His descendants also had this look when they first saw him.
"Hmm."
Garos responded simply, his eyes rested on young Black Dragon for a moment, and then he looked back.
He remembers this Black Dragon.
Approximately shortly after he officially destroyed the out-of-control Floating City for the first time, Carragher broke out of his shell.
Not long after he was born, Garos went to see him once, and it was confirmed at that time that this mixed-breed cat had inherited Dragon Jade.
Later, Iron Dragon Ophelia was combined with one of the Wave-Subduing Dragon Realm's Gold Dragon, and the red dragon Laria also met Greenwild Kingdom's female dragon in Orotara, and more second-generation offspring were born one after another.
Moreover, they generally inherit the talents and traits of their parents or mothers.
The powerful talent contained in Garos's bloodline can be passed down from one generation to the next. It can be passed on from generation to generation. Given time and development, it may be possible to form an extremely powerful new Dragonkin.
This also means that he has indeed paved a Ascension to Godhood road for himself.
Galkro waved his paw, signaling his son to step back, and then he floated forward again, right in front of Garos. At this distance, snowflakes fell in the gap between them, and were melted by the heat of the red dragon's body.
"Father, what do you think of my son?"
Galkro asked, with a hint of expectation in his tone.
"Not bad."
Garos said.
Galkro was stunned for a moment, then shook his head. "Not bad? Just not bad?"
"Father, you don't know that this kid Carragher is very good!"
"Last month he went to the tundra Hunt himself, picked out a ferocious beast that was much higher than him, fought with it for a long time, and finally succeeded in Hunt it."
"Also, in the annual trial of Borderlands Dragon Academy, he won the first place, defeating all dragons of the same age."
"You didn't see the scene at that time. His momentum was simply a replica of mine back then. Well, it was only a little bit worse than what I had back then——"
Galkro kept talking, getting more and more excited as he talked, and his tone was full of pride.
He recounted each of his son's achievements as if he had achieved them himself.
This pride comes from the bottom of his heart, because he sees this as proof of the strength of his bloodline, which in turn proves his own strength and excellence.
Even the traditional Evil Dragon hopes that his bloodline will be strong.
However, they often feel uneasy because of it.
Garos listened quietly until he finished speaking.
"Yeah, well behaved."
He nodded lightly and said, "Keep working hard."
It's that simple.
The excitement on Galkro's face solidified for a moment.
He originally thought that his father would say more, at least ask for details, or make a few comments, but his father just said this lightly, and then nothing more happened.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something more, but he swallowed the words as they reached his lips.
Galkro shook his head slightly and turned to look at Black Dragon: "Karrag, your grandfather and I still have something to say, you go back."
Garos also glanced at him.
"Go ahead."
"Yes."
The young Black Dragon bowed his head in response, turned around and flapped his wings and flew away. His figure quickly disappeared into the snow curtain, leaving only a faint breath of Dragonkin floating in the air.
The snow is still falling.
Only two dragons, father and son, were left in the wind and snow.
Garos looked at the red dragon and could feel the increasingly profound aura in his body.
That is a sign of an imminent breakthrough, and a qualitative change is brewing in the accumulation of life levels.
"Galkro."
He said, "You are only one step away from the Legendary Realm. After another deep sleep, you will probably be able to step into the Legendary Realm in your prime."
The red dragon nodded, and the disappointment just now was quickly replaced by new excitement.
"This is exactly what I want to tell you. In a year at most, I should be asleep. When I wake up, I will be Legendary Realm and can fight for you on the real battlefield."
"Legendary Realm----"
Garos said with approval, "Not bad. Among all your brothers and sisters, you will be the first to become Legendary Realm. This is a good start."
Galkro grinned, with a bit of pride in his smile.
However, he still said modestly, "Compared with you, I am still far behind. I know that you were Legendary Realm when you were still in your prime and just after you became an adult."
Garos glanced at him. "It sounds like you want to surpass me?"
The red dragon nodded heavily, and his smile deepened, "Of course! You know that I have always targeted you, ever since I was beaten under your claws."
Hearing these words, Garos's eyes flashed with amusement.
"I'm waiting for you to challenge me again. If you win, then I will give you the position of emperor as you wish."
After a pause, he added, "How about I suppress myself to the Legendary Realm and give you this opportunity?"
Galkro's smile froze on his face.
He hurriedly waved his paws and shook his head like a rattle. "That, that----I'm not ready yet. We'll talk about it after we fall asleep. We'll talk about it after we fall asleep. You know, to challenge this kind of thing, you have to be fully prepared. You can't be hasty, you can't be hasty."
The lessons learned in my childhood came to mind clearly at this moment, but they are still vivid in my mind.
If he agrees now, what awaits him will probably be a bloody beating, because with the presence of Dragon Jade, Father Dragon's claws will be merciless.
Garos is not forcing it.
Afterwards, Galkro's expression gradually converged.
He was silent for a while, seeming to consider his words, and then said, "Father, there is something I want to ask you."
"Say."
After hesitating for a while, the red dragon said, "You don't seem to pay much attention to Carragher."
Garos didn't speak, just looked at him.
Galkro continued, "I'm not blaming you, father, I know you have your thoughts and considerations. It's just----"
He paused, then spoke again.
"You taught me before, saying that we Dragons of Aura should control our nature and support each other."
"Evil Dragon Bloodline's nature is to be aggressive, to compete, to prey on the weak. You said that those traditional Evil Dragon fathers and sons fight each other, and brothers fight each other, because they do not fight against their natural desires, and we cannot do that. We must support each other and become each other's support."
"This is one of the reasons why our Dragons of Aura is so powerful."
He raised his head and looked into his father's eyes.
"So I think you will also support your grandchildren, right? After all, Carragher is also a member of our family."
"But, you haven't seen him for a long time. I brought him here to see you today, but you don't seem to pay as much attention to him as I thought."
"Did you notice the way he looked at you just now?"
"This little dragon boy was excited for several days before he came. He kept talking about performing well and leaving a good impression on his grandfather, but you——"
He didn't finish what he said, but the meaning was already obvious.
Snowflakes fell in the gap between father and son, one after another.
Garos looked at him with calm and deep eyes, as if he was thinking or remembering.
After a moment, he spoke.
"Galkro, let me ask you, how many descendants do you have now?"
Galkro was stunned for a moment and didn't understand why his father suddenly asked this, but he still answered truthfully, "Now----it's just Carragher."
The number of dragon offspring is usually between two and four.
Less or more, the probability is not high, but it will happen.
"Hmm."
Garos nodded, "How do you feel when you look at Carragher now?"
Galkro thought for a moment, and then said calmly, "When I see him performing well, I feel proud, proud of my own blood. That feeling is just as happy as when I achieved something back then."
Garos looked at him and continued to ask, "What if you have ten descendants?"
Galkro was stunned.
"Ten?"
"Yes, ten." Garos said, "When you have ten descendants, will you still be as proud of the achievements of each descendant as you are now? Can you still remember the performance of each of them and be happy for it?"
Galkro If there is a trend, the smile on his face slowly fades.
"Maybe----not anymore."
He said slowly, "If there are ten - I will probably only pay attention to those that are particularly outstanding, or that particularly worry me."
"Yes, no more."
Garos's eyes became deep and his voice was calm, "As long as you are alive, the number of your descendants will continue to increase. After a few years, descendants of descendants will be scattered all over the place. As the source of your bloodline, how many of them can you notice?"
Galkro did not reply.
He vaguely understood what his father meant.
"You can only see the best, or the most special."
Garos continued, "Those who are mediocre, ordinary, and have nothing special can only be handed over to their parents for them to worry about and pay attention to."
He already has a large number of concubines.
What he pays the most attention to and has the deepest impression on is always the first four episodes, plus at most the later Red Gold Dragon Gabriel.
He knew about the other queens' existence and their general situation, but that was all, and he didn't have much contact with them.
When he was talking to the Wave-Subduing Dragon Realm and Gold Dragon Kalwus, he still had some doubts.
Why is it that Kalwus, as the eldest daughter of Gold Dragon King, is not familiar with Dragon King, having only seen her once when she was just born. When Gold Dragon King is mentioned, her words are dominated by fear of work.
But now, he completely understands.
Garos looked at his long set with a calm voice.
"For example, you, Galkro, I have seen your performance and am proud of you, but Carragher——"
He paused.
"He is excellent in your eyes. But, in my opinion, he is not special."
"Those outstanding qualities you just described - killing opponents with a higher level, winning the championship in the academy, defeating dragons of the same age, I have seen them all in you, and more than once."
"You did better than him back then and faced more difficult situations."
"When I see him, I will only think of you more."
"Understand?"
Galkro was silent.
Then, he raised his head.
"Father."
"Huh?"
"I just seemed to hear you saying that you were proud of me. Am I right?"
Garos was slightly startled.
Thinking back carefully, he had never said it so bluntly.
For three hundred years, his attitude towards Changji has always been more severe than gentle, more demanding than firm.
He taught him, trained him, corrected him when he made mistakes, and just nodded in recognition when he achieved something, but the words "proud of you" were indeed spoken for the first time.
The silence lasted for several seconds.
Under Red Dragon's expectant gaze, he nodded slightly.
"Yes, I'm proud of you."
Galkro's eyes lit up instantly, like burning flames, illuminating the falling snowflakes around him.
Immediately, the red dragon raised its head and laughed up to the sky. The laughter spread far in the wind and snow.
"I knew it!"
He said loudly, "I knew I was the best in your eyes! Haha, you finally admitted it!"
He smiled unbridled and heartily, like a young red dragon that had finally been recognized, rather than a mature dragon about to enter Legendary Realm.
The laughter lasted for a while, and then he took a deep breath to calm himself down.
"My dear father."
He said seriously, looking directly into Garos's eyes, "I will always make you proud of me."
"I will let all dragons know that I, Galkro·Ignas, Red Emperor, am worthy of this bloodline and worthy of this position."
"No matter how many children you have in the future, I promise that I will always be the best among them."
Garos looked at him.
In the wind and snow, his Changji stood in front of him, his scales covered with snow, and his eyes were burning with fire.
This scene suddenly reminded him of many years ago, when Galkro was still young, standing in front of him like this, vowing to surpass him.
"I'll wait and see."
He nodded slowly.
Galkro stood for a while longer, his eyes resting on his father for a moment, and then he looked at the snow falling more and more around him.
"Father, it's time for me to prepare for falling asleep. There are still some things that need to be arranged before falling asleep. Salia also needs to tell me."
"Get rid of the anger."
Galkro glanced at him one last time, then turned around and flapped his wings, flying into the wind and snow. His figure soon became blurry, and finally disappeared completely into the leaden clouds and snowflakes in the sky.
Garos is hovering in place alone.
The snow is still falling, getting heavier and heavier.
Pieces of snowflakes fell on his scales and piled in the center, melting and steaming over and over again. He closed his eyes and quietly felt the tranquility of this moment.
I don't know how long it's been.
A feeling of sleepiness suddenly emerged, rising from the depths of the body, slowly flowing over the edge of consciousness like a tide.
This feeling was very familiar to him.
His period of slumber is also coming.
Garos opened his eyes and looked at the snow-covered Lane Yongyuan in the distance, and at the leaden gray Tianshen Line in the distance.
Today's Bernardo is much more stable than it was a few decades ago, and the world's Chaos Level has declined a lot. But Garos knows very well in his heart that sometimes, calmness is just because there is a bigger storm brewing.
"Is it good or bad to fall asleep at this time?"
"No matter what, be prepared to face everything."
He asked himself again and again, then curled his sharp claws forward and disappeared into the vast wind and snow.