Orotara, Loki Plains.
The night fell heavily on this vast wasteland, and the wind blew down from the Mountain Range in the north. The plains were dotted with hills and ravines of all sizes, and sparse weeds were lowered and raised in the wind.
In the center of the plain, several man-made fortresses and fortresses are scattered at random.
The outline is huge and thick.
It is not as slender and exquisite as the Elf building. On the top floor of one of the fortresses, two huge Legendary Realm dragons lie on the terrace.
Judging by their appearance, both are red dragons.
The red dragon on the left is larger in size. Its scales are as bright red as blood. Its horns are thick and slightly tilted forward. The bulging muscles are clearly visible under the scales. The lumps are bulging, and there is a sense of oppression even in the prone position.
Red Emperor's eldest son, red dragon Galkro.
The red dragon on the right is slightly smaller than Galkro. The angle of the dragon's horns extending backward along the skull is gentle, and the tips of the horns are slightly upturned. The scales are a more even reddish color, covering the slender torso smoothly and evenly.
The overall muscles are not as strong as Galkro, but they are still quite capable.
Moreover, his lying posture is very restrained.
The limbs are gathered at the sides, the tail is quietly wrapped around itself, the head is resting on the front paws, and the eyes are half closed, looking like he is meditating or letting his thoughts go.
The fourth son of Red Emperor, the red dragon Laria.
There was a short distance between the two, and there was no conversation.
Until Galkro couldn't hold it any longer, turned his head sideways, and looked at Laria beside him who seemed to be asleep.
"Old Four."
I don't know if I didn't hear it, but Laria didn't respond.
Then, Galkro raised its tail, poked Laria on the shoulder, and pushed him, one after another, until Laria fully opened his eyes.
"What's wrong?"
Red Dragon sighed and said.
Laria has had headaches for his brother more than once.
When Galkro first went to Orotara, the war between Orc and Elf had not yet completely ended, and there were still countless Rage Beast wandering on the plains.
He took on the important task of strangling Rage Beast.
I fight from dawn to dusk every day and enjoy it endlessly.
Galkro in this state is very easy to use.
The two brothers managed the territory in an orderly manner together. One was responsible for killing and clearing, and the other was responsible for scheduling and construction. They had a clear division of labor and a tacit understanding of cooperation.
Then, the war ended.
Nausir began to clean up Rage Beast on a large scale, and the threat of Rage Beast has almost completely disappeared.
Problems arise.
Galkro began to harass him continuously.
This guy, when he needs to fight, is the perfect blade. He charges forward without hesitation and crushes everything in his way into powder.
But he couldn't rest at all.
Once I have some free time, Laria starts to feel a headache.
"When can we expand our territory again?"
"Over the years, since the Orotara wars of Elf and Orc, we have never crossed the border an inch. My minions, to be honest, are almost rusty.
Galkro said dissatisfied.
Laria turned to look at his blood relatives, his expression not changing much.
"The fact that we can maintain our current territory in Orotara is the maximum tacit approval given by Nausir for the sake of our coming from Sacred Aura."
"If you take another step forward, it's a different story."
"As for expanding territory--there is currently no chance."
In Orotara, there are many kingdoms besides Nausir.
Elf are not dictators, they allow multiple races and kingdoms to coexist, and maintain a balance between various forces.
But they are different.
They are from Atlant and belong to the Sacred Aura Empire.
Nausir has a friendly attitude towards Sacred Aura, but this is mainly because they are not on the same continent.
Distant allies and neighbors at home are two different things, and Elfs know the difference very clearly.
Regarding this territory rooted at their doorstep, the attitude of the Elfs was full of vigilance and vigilance. They were not given the opportunity to expand at all, and their scope of activities was tightly restricted.
Any attempt to cross the line will elicit a swift and clear response.
Galkro ground his teeth.
He suddenly turned his head, stared at his brother with burning eyes, and said, "Idleness is idle anyway, my dear Laria, it is better for us brothers to play around and move our paws than to sit here and stare."
Laria glanced at him and shook his head. "No time."
Galkro was displeased and slapped the ground with his tail. "No time? You lie here motionless all day long, what are you doing without time?"
"I'm studying."
Laria said calmly, "There are far more things buried in the inheritance than you think."
"The strategy of governing a country, the layout of war, the propriety of diplomacy, and the allocation of resources--these cannot be summarized in a few words."
"I'm digging one by one, thinking carefully, and extracting useful things."
When he closed his eyes and fell asleep, he was not really resting, but learning all kinds of knowledge in the inheritance.
The inherited knowledge is vast.
In addition to actively triggering it when you need it, you can also dig and learn by yourself.
Active triggering is like picking up exposed ores on the surface of a mineral vein, while excavation learning is like digging a hole deep, exploring the unexplored layers inch by inch.
However, the latter is very boring.
Very few people would choose to do this.
Most dragons will only accept knowledge that emerges passively, and have little interest in actively digging for it.
Galkro stood up and showed off his strong and toned body, allowing the outline of his muscles to be clearly revealed.
"What are you going to do after learning that? The dragon should defeat everything with its pure power, no matter how it governs the country or does diplomacy."
"What are you using your brains for when your minions can crush things?"
"It's better to sharpen your scales, practice breathing, and build up your strength. These things are really useful."
Laria stared at his brother's face, was silent for a moment, and then slowly said, "Galkro, my brother, do you think that my father created Sacred Aura entirely through strength?"
Galkro scratched the scales on his neck.
"----Not entirely."
He said dully.
"Of course not exactly."
Laria nodded. "Father's power is the foundation of Sacred Aura, but turning the foundation into an empire relies on many things that dragons cannot understand at all."
"If father only relied on strength, he would be nothing more than a powerful Evil Dragon entrenched in the wilderness."
"It can destroy everything, but it can keep nothing."
Strength is important.
However, to become Overlord of the Dragon Empire, strength alone is not enough.
Laria slightly raised his chin and looked towards the distant horizon swallowed up by the night.
"We are Emperor's Children. Apart from us, no one has a deeper trust than between us and our father. Maybe we really have nothing to do now, lying here every day, watching the sky light up and then darken, and then darken and then light up."
"But sooner or later, father will have more important things to hand over to us."
"At that time, I can't wait for him to speak before starting to prepare. We must always prepare before my father speaks, and then do our best to live up to his father's trust."
Galkro was silent for a while.
He tilted his head and stared at his younger brother, with a hint of thinking appearing in his eyes that were usually unruly and impatient.
"Laria----What you said makes sense."
The red dragon nodded its huge head and said, "If I inherit my father's empire, I can't understand everything. It would be too embarrassing."
He lay down and folded his front paws in front of him.
He imitated Laria's posture and closed his eyes.
"Isn't it just about digging, learning and passing on knowledge?"
"I can do that too."
Laria glanced at his eldest brother.
Inheriting his father's empire?
I really haven't forgotten my original intention, but I'm afraid I don't have much chance.
If something happens to my father one day in the future, Sacred Aura will immediately fall apart.
But Laria also knows that Galkro mostly just talks like this.
He actually has no ambition to become the master of the empire. This eldest brother just values his father's approval more than anything else.
Laria didn't say much.
He closed his eyes again and his breathing gradually calmed down.
The fortress tower became quiet again.
The night wind blew, carrying grass clippings and sand and brushing against the dragon's scales. The stars moved silently at high altitudes, pushing the moonlight through the scales of the two red dragons.
About half an hour later.
Galkro opened his eyes.
He maintained a lying position with his front paws folded and placed under his chin, but his vertical pupils turned slightly and glanced at Laria next to him.
The fourth child still had his eyes closed and his breathing was slow and even.
He was obviously really immersed in it, wandering among the dense knowledge Ocean.
Galkro blinked his eyes and took a deep breath.
Close your eyes again.
This time, Galkro didn't know when he opened his eyes.
In short.
When he came back to his senses, he found that he was unconsciously counting the number of stars in the sky, and he was still reciting the numbers in his mouth. He had already counted more than two hundred.
"----I don't know how the fourth child can stand it."
He couldn't stand the silence any longer, so he muttered something in a low voice.
To be honest, Galkro has never been a lazy dragon.
He is very self-disciplined and hardworking when it comes to tempering his body, spending more time and sweat on it than any other Emperor's Children.
He completely inherited his father's pursuit of power and regarded power as the most fundamental weapon.
However, he couldn't stand those boring and boring theoretical knowledge.
Galkro would rather bleed on the battlefield than have the patience to learn these things.
"Never mind, never mind."
The red dragon stood up suddenly and shook his head, "Laria, you learn slowly, I want to go and play with the cubs, it is more fun to fight, and it is also fun to bully the young dragons."
The young boy he talks about is a descendant of Laria.
To be more precise, the children of his children.
Those young dragon cubs were born in Orotara. They have looked at the wind and moon of Loki Plains since they hatched. They have various scales and different personalities, but they all have the blood of Red Emperor flowing through them.
However, this lineage of Orotara has been here since birth.
They haven't really been to Atlant.
Galkro is happy to bully in the name of elders - no, to give guidance to these young dragons, so that they can truly experience Sacred Aura's education method.
Galkro jumped down from the high platform.
The huge body drew an arc in the air, circled half a circle, and then dived towards an open space.
After he stood firm, he raised his head and let out a roar.
Very quickly.
Some figures with different scales rose from various places and gathered towards here.
They are all a group of half-grown dragons.
Red dragon, Green Dragon, Iron Dragon----the scales are of different shades. Among them, the strongest one is even comparable to some normal Young Dragon, with broad shoulders and back; even Green Dragon, which is naturally smaller, has reached the level of Young Adult Dragon.
But in fact, they are all just Adolescent Dragon.
From the outline of the brow bone to the neck, it is somewhat similar to Laria, and there are generally Red Lotus-like textures on the body, which is different from the regular Dragonkin.
These are all the descendants of Laria, the heirs of his heirs.
Nine Adolescent Dragon stood in a loose semicircle in the center of the open space, staring at the Legendary Realm dragon with blood-red scales.
Galkro glanced around with satisfaction, his eyes passing over each Adolescent Dragon one by one.
"Children, the moonlight is nice tonight, you can't just lie down in your nest and sleep."
"Cheer up, everyone."
"Nine of you, let's fight on the spot without any rules. Whoever is still standing at the end of the fight will be rewarded heavily by your Galkro uncle."
Watching dragon cubs fight and peck each other is one of Galkro's few pastimes.
Seeing these half-grown little dragons biting and rolling around each other, he would think of the days when he was young and fighting with his brothers, and he would feel like time has flown back.
Adolescent Dragon's eyes lit up together.
Some had already lowered their bodies and showed their sharp teeth in protest at their companions next to them, while others quietly took half a step back, widened the distance, and looked for a more advantageous position.
Each other's breathing became rapid, and the atmosphere quickly changed from calm to tense.
Galkro Back up and give way to the center of the field.
He raises his tail, ready to drop it as a signal to start.
But at this moment, the night sky above the clearing was suddenly torn apart.
A dark crack spread silently across the sky, with a deep and intense light glowing at the edge.
All Adolescent Dragon's movements froze in an instant.
Their pupils shrank and their bodies instinctively shrank back. The original tense posture dissipated in the blink of an eye, replaced by a kind of awe and surrender that came from the depths of their blood.
Galkro looked up suddenly.
In his field of vision, the silhouette walking out of the crack was reflected.
The huge crimson body is covered with layers of scales. Its broad wingspan is gathered behind its back. The dragon's horns are thick and majestic. Its body is so huge that it almost blocks the night sky. The airflow generated by just breathing is like a strong wind.
Lord of Sacred Aura, has come in person.
Adolescent Dragons had completely forgotten about the fight that was about to start just now, looking up at the majestic figure in the sky without blinking.
Garos's eyes descended from high altitude and swept across the young dragons on the ground.
These dragons have Red Lotus Mark principles similar to Laria.
They extend from the shoulder blades to the tail, with clear and stretched veins, drawing smooth arcs on the scales.
But the difference is that their Red Lotus Mark texture is lighter, the color is one level lighter, and the width is much narrower. It is obviously thinner than the Laria of the same age.
Compared with the first generation Emperor's Children, these bloodlines are much weaker.
"My talent can be inherited through blood, but it cannot always maintain its original strength."
"The talents of these descendants are generally weaker than those of their parents."
Red Iron Dragon thought silently in his heart.
After the third generation, the talents of these descendants began to obviously deteriorate.
Garos It is currently unclear whether his bloodline will continue to get worse if it continues to be passed down from generation to generation until it cannot be passed on, or whether it will stabilize after reaching a certain level.
If it is the latter, he may have one more item Divine Authority after Ascension to Godhood.
However, Garos doesn't really care in the bottom of his heart.
The only ones he cares about and pays more attention to are his first-generation descendants, and even if they are the first-generation, not all Emperor's Children can get much of his attention.
His eyes swept over.
Red Iron Dragon didn't stay much longer.
He swung his tail slightly, and his huge body moved towards the largest fortress in the center of the territory, and landed calmly.
Galkro doesn't care about young dragons anymore.
He rushed over immediately, his huge body rose into the air, picking up gravel and dust all the way, and almost staggered when he landed. He suddenly stopped in front of Red Iron Dragon, and then lowered his huge head in an orderly manner.
"Father."
"Why are you here?"
Immediately after, Laria also stood up and lowered his head to Father Long with an upright posture.
"You came here in person, do you have something important to give you?"
He knew that Father Long would not just come over casually.
Garos's eyes moved between the two red dragons, a smile flashed from the corner of his mouth, and then he returned to his usual calm.
"On a material continent named Faerûn, there is an empire at war with the gods, suffering from Gods' Wrath."
"Very dangerous, but with extraordinary opportunities."
Garos stared at his heirs, their current expressions reflected in his field of vision.
"Galkro, Laria."
"Of all the Emperor's Childrens, you make me the most proud and have the most trust. You are the sharp edge and decision-maker I value most."
"I want you to go there first."
"Take root on the Faerûn continent, conduct preliminary preparations and observations, and pave the way for the empire's subsequent Great Expedition.
39
After defeating Bronze Dragon King, Garos made new plans for the future.
For example, after achieving Immortal Realm, where should you go to develop?
This is a very critical issue.
Material Plane has a strong oppression on giant life forms like Immortal One, especially Immortal Dragon, consuming their power every moment to maintain their existence in Material Plane.
Moreover, it is difficult for a single resource of Material Plane to support the consumption of Immortal Life.
Even the most fertile world will be slowly exhausted in Immortal One's long life.
Go to other planes?
Whether it is Lower Planes such as Abyss and Hell, or upper planes such as Heaven Mountain and Elysium, or the four elemental planes, etc., there are gods inhabiting them.
The new Immortal One is certainly powerful.
But facing Deity?
Still not enough.
After comprehensive consideration, Garos decided to stay with Prime Material Plane.
On the one hand, he has the opportunity to adapt to the pressure of Material Plane so that he can grow faster and use this pressure as a form of exercise.
If one day, he can be completely free from the oppression of Material Plane, and he can reach an extremely high level.
Gods will no longer be able to threaten him in Prime Material Plane, and he can freely travel between countless worlds.
By then, the entire Prime Material Plane will become his back garden and a forbidden area for the gods.
On the other hand.
The resources of a single Material Plane are indeed limited.
However, the number of Material Plane itself is almost infinite and vast.
Sacred Aura can carry out Great Expedition, using Bernardo as Qidian, bring more Material World under control, let the dragon flag be planted in more soil, and let the name of the empire spread further into the starry sky.
If this grand blueprint can be realized.
Even when facing Gods' Wrath, he has the confidence to deal with it.
At this time, Galkro let out a deep roar in his throat, excited and high-spirited.
He raised his head suddenly and said, "Father, I will not betray your trust. Just wait and see. I will let intelligent creatures other than Bernardo appreciate the majesty and power of Red Emperor."
Laria also nodded slowly, with a solemn and restrained posture.
"I have always been proud of my bloodline, and I also know that sooner or later a greater mission will appear. I have been preparing for this moment."
Garos lowered his eyes and looked at his two heirs.
Their personalities are completely different.
One is as flamboyant as fire, the other is as calm as water, but they are both very similar to him, like his two opposite ends.
If Galkro and Laria can learn from each other's strengths and make up for each other's shortcomings, except that their life standards are not up to standard, they are basically equivalent to the complete Garos.
This is one of the reasons why Garos has high hopes for them.
"However, you must be clear about one thing."
He spoke again, his voice lowered, "This is a dangerous mission."
"Even if I go to Faerûn in person, I still need to be cautious. If you encounter a real crisis after you go there, support will not arrive immediately."
"You may be seriously injured, or even——"
He paused, and the light in his eyes dimmed for a moment, "I might die."
Even though they knew there was a risk of death, Garos still gave them this task.
It's not that he is cold-blooded and cruel.
Among his many descendants, there are also some who are very lazy like Silver Dragon Isanora, who usually just like to sleep soundly, or who don't care about fighting at all and only like to be happy and frolic.
For these heirs, Garos never interfered with their thoughts and allowed them to live according to their own nature.
However, he also has children who want war, want glory, and want to expand territory.
Galkro and Laria are the best among them. Their natures are engraved with the urge to move forward and the desire to conquer.
He supports those who like to enjoy themselves.
The price is that you cannot gain fame and glory, your life has no ups and downs, and the same peace repeats Sun-Earth day after day.
He also supports those who desire bloodshed.
The price is that you are always surrounded by danger, you need to face the risk of death, and every battle may be your last.
However, Legendary Realm life is not weak in any world.
The so-called danger is only relative. As long as Galkro and Laria don't commit suicide, they can survive well in Faerûn. Their strength and experience are enough to deal with most situations.
Galkro raised his head.
He grinned and showed a sharp smile to Father Long.
"Red is the color of blood."
"The birth of a red dragon is destined to be accompanied by danger."
"Danger is never something to be afraid of. It is the most familiar color on our scales."
"I long for a dangerous life. A comfortable environment will only make my claws rusty, my throat dry, and it will make me dull and bloated."
Laria listened quietly to his brother's words.
He also raised his head and looked at Father Long's majestic body.
"Father, you have risen step by step in the cracks of countless dangers, from wilderness to empire, from nothing to the glory of the sun."
"I know very well that my strength and wisdom are far from comparable to your father."
"But just to establish an outpost, to take root and establish a foothold in a strange continent, I think I should be able to do it."
"Please feel free to leave it to us."
Garos looked at his two heirs.
One grinned, his sharp fangs shone with a cold light, his wings were slightly opened due to excitement, and the whole dragon was like a taut string; the other stared quietly, with a dark fire burning in the depths of his pupils, his posture was calm but his eyes were firm.
The status is different.
However, the same thing flashed in their eyes.
Garos knows what it is, because he also walked through it like this.
"I believe that descendants of my blood should be as comfortable in any world as they are in their own lair."
"Whether it's Bernardo, Faerûn, or other more distant worlds."
"My bloodline will not dim anywhere."
The dragon's vertical pupils narrowed slightly, and his gaze became longer-term.
Then, he looked at his heir again.
"When you have handed over the affairs of Orotara, return to Atlant to select the best equipment and the most sophisticated resources, and then set off towards the new world."
After finishing speaking, Red-Iron Dragon waved his claws, tearing apart the space in a signature way.
He jumped into it, and Shen Xiong's majestic body disappeared.
The starlight fell down again, covering the fortress and the open space.
Adolescent Dragon were still looking up at the sky, and after a while they slowly came back to their senses. They looked at each other, their tails loosened and then tightened.
Galkro spread his wings, jumped down from the top of the fortress, and landed back in the open space.
"Today's entertainment program is cancelled, so go back to your dens. Your uncle Galkro is preparing to go to New World to open up territory for Sacred Aura."
He laughed heartily and showed off to the young dragons.
Adolescent Dragon had no intention of fighting, but they didn't leave immediately either.
One Young Iron Dragon took a step forward.
He looked up at Galkro and asked, "What about us? Do we have such an opportunity? In the future, can we go to other Material Worlds like you and open up territory for Sacred Auras."
The other Adolescent Dragons also took a few steps forward, staring at the red dragon with burning eyes.
Galkro tilted his head and looked at these young dragons, grinning in a wider arc.
He took two steps slowly and said, "You guys, you all remember clearly that Sacred Aura's dragon flag will not be satisfied just by inserting one or two worlds."
"Bernardo is big, but Bernardo is just Qidian."
"Our great emperor already has a grander plan and a grander blueprint."
He raised one front paw and waved towards the stars in the night sky.
"In the future, more dragon flags will be planted in more worlds."
"When the time comes, as long as your minions are sharp enough and your wings are strong enough, you will have the opportunity to become famous in many worlds and obtain Victory and Glory that you can't imagine now!"