Above Dragon Court, the night wind blew through Iron Dragon's scales.
Sorog was lying next to the emperor, with his front paws folded in front of him. He listened carefully to the emperor's thoughts about the future, and then slowly nodded his head.
"Great Expedition, very good idea."
"Instead of turning our attention to other planes, those realms surrounded by gods and treacherous rules, it is better to focus our efforts on Prime Material Plane."
"Prime Material Plane is the foundation of all realms, the vastest and most stable territory."
"Every inch of land laid here is real. Building Prime Material Plane into a country that belongs to us Sacred Aura is more correct than any plan to develop towards Outer Planes or beg for the protection of the gods."
Iron Dragon said seriously.
Garos turned his head slightly and looked at his blood relative.
Sorog has always been his most important blood relative, no one.
This reliance is not without reason.
While other dragons enjoy their leisure, sharpen themselves, or spend time with their mates, Sorog devotes almost all of his time to imperial affairs.
There is no other dragon like him in the empire.
I can sit there all day long with piles of files and reports and never get tired of it.
His life was so dull that it was almost ascetic.
They do not pursue territory, do not collect treasures, do not care about any entertainment or rest, and do not even have a fixed nest. Some temporary Dragon Lairs are as crude as border outposts, and are not even bothered to do the most basic ground polishing.
The only thing that can make the pupils of this Iron Dragon light up.
It is an imperial development report.
For example, how much has the birth rate of Dragonling increased compared to the previous quarter, what new height has the average Life Level of a certain legion reached, and the industrial output of a certain region in the empire has broken the record----
These numbers, which are boring to other dragons, shine brighter than any treasure in Sorog's eyes.
Actually.
The ambition to develop Dragon Empire and recast the glory of Dragon Race is not uncommon among the dragon species Iron Dragon.
Many Iron Dragon had similar dreams when they were young.
Deep in their blood, they are born with a certain obsession with order and grand plans, and they will outline the blueprint of a world dominated by Dragon Race over and over in their minds, imagining the scene of scales covering every continent.
But almost all Iron Dragon will gradually realize the reality as they grow older.
Dragon Race's decline has lasted for too long, and even the dragons themselves have begun to get used to this state.
The grand blueprint was shattered time and time again in the face of reality, and the original dream was gradually buried deep in my heart as it hit the wall again and again, turning into an old memory that was only occasionally brought up.
Sorog is different.
From childhood to adulthood, from adulthood to the current old dragon, he has never let go of this ambition for a day.
With each foot the empire grew in strength, he derived from it a deeper satisfaction than any material enjoyment.
The ever-increasing indicators, ever-expanding borders, and ever-growing legions are the most fertile soil for him.
The strength of the empire is his greatest enjoyment.
Therefore, the Great Expedition plan mentioned by the emperor accurately hit his sensitive point.
But Sorog is rarely dominated by emotions.
He calmed down from the excitement just now and fell into serious thinking, his pupils narrowed slightly.
"Putting aside the level of grand plans and ambitions, Great Expedition itself is also a move that the empire must take in the future."
"Except for the rare micro Dragonkin like Fairy Dragon, all other Dragonkin are large resource consumers."
"Dragons need territory to move around, hunting grounds to catch food, mineral veins to meet the needs of scales and nests, and vast space to accommodate the expansion of their wings."
"Nowadays, the empire is getting stronger and stronger, and the number of Dragonkin people within the territory is constantly growing."
"This is a good thing, but it also brings new problems."
"Each new generation of young dragons is putting pressure on the empire's resource reserves. With the empire's existing territory, resources will begin to be stretched before the latest generation of dragons fully matures."
Speaking of this, Sorog's voice paused slightly.
He looked in the direction of other continents, looking beyond the outline of the Mountain Range further away, and continued, "If we take a longer view, and the empire continues to grow in the future, absorbing and multiplying Dragonkin people at the current rate, then not only Atlant, but also the entire Bernardo's resources will not be able to meet the needs of the empire."
"When the time comes, outward expansion will be necessary."
"Expeditions to other worlds are not only for the development of the empire, but also for the survival of the empire. Dragon Race itself is a race that becomes stronger as it expands. Once it stops, no matter how sharp the minions are, they will slowly become dull while doing nothing."
Garos listened quietly.
It wasn't until Sorog finished speaking that he nodded slowly in approval.
"Your ideas coincide with mine."
"However, the real Great Expedition will not be truly opened until I Immortal Realm. Now is not the time."
Sorog nodded slightly and waved his tail slightly behind him.
"As it should be."
"The prerequisite for an expedition is to have enough strength to support it, otherwise everything will be empty talk."
"Sacred Aura is not yet qualified to truly activate Great Expedition. We have not even completely unified Bernardo. There are still unconquered territories and unconquered races on the continent, and Great Expedition needs a solid rear and a resource base that can support a cross-world expedition."
He raised his eyes and looked at Garos, with iron-like determination in his eyes.
"Conquer Bernardo first."
"Completely incorporate this planet into Sacred Aura's territory, and integrate all Dragon Race, all races, and all resources under the same flag."
"At that time, Sacred Aura will be qualified to knock on the doors of other worlds.
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Red Iron Dragon raised his head and looked wherever he looked.
The outline of the Atlant earth stretches out in the night, and the undulating Mountain Range and plains outline dark shadows of varying shades in the moonlight. Farther away, there is the endless territory that he has not yet controlled, but will eventually penetrate Red Dragon Banner.
"Believe me, this day will not be far away."
he said.
Time flows slowly under the night.
More than ten days later, Galkro and Laria completed the handover work at Orotara, and transferred the original tasks to other Emperor's Children. He returned to Atlant and came to the base camp of Sacred Aura.
In the open space, the midday sun shines down, making the sand and gravel on the ground glow with warmth.
Red Dragon Galkro, Red Dragon Laria.
The two stood on the ground, as if covered with a layer of gold under the sunlight.
Behind them, hundreds of Dragonforged Warrior stood in formation.
These warriors are strong and well-equipped. Every piece of armor has been carefully forged and enchanted, and every weapon shines with a sharp cold light.
They are all the best of the best.
Life Level is generally between fifteen and twenty, and there is also a Legendary Realm leader.
At this time, a red figure of Shen Xiong slowly folded his wings and landed.
The sun fell from the sky, outlining a blurry outline of light and shadow for his huge body. The red scales intertwined with the midday light, adding to his sense of majesty.
Red Iron Dragon lowered his eyes and scanned the array, then slowly spoke.
"You are about to embark on a land that Aura Legion has never set foot on before."
"There, you will face unfamiliar enemies, unfamiliar dangers, and unfamiliar environments. Some of you may never be able to return to the sun."
The sound paused slightly, then sounded again.
"However, you will also leave your first footprints there, insert the first Red Dragon Banner, and open up a road to New World for the empire behind you."
"Aura warriors, my eyes will always be on you."
"Your names, your achievements, and your sacrifices will never be forgotten. The Empire will always be with you, and everything you have done will be engraved in the annals of history."
As he spoke, the dragon raised its right front paw.
The claws like iron pincers closed and tightened one by one, and then suddenly swung the thorn.
A huge crack was torn out of the space, with blazing energy rolling around the edge. The surrounding space was slightly distorted, as if a huge portal stood in the center of the open space.
Opposite is the Faerûn mainland.
Garos has obtained its world coordinates through Vera and human Hollis, and asked Fairy Dragon, who is good at plane travel, to go there in person and locate the appropriate location in advance.
The exit of the rift was precisely located in a hidden wilderness.
Being far away from towns and main roads is enough for the pioneering troops to land safely without being immediately discovered.
"For Sacred Aura!"
"For the great emperor!"
Galkro took the lead in spreading its wings.
He strode toward the crack. After approaching, he stopped briefly and looked back at Father Long. Galkro didn't speak, but nodded heavily, then turned around and stepped into the crack first.
Laria also took steps.
When he passed Father Long, he paused for a moment and looked at him for a moment.
Laria nodded lightly without making a sound, then walked forward firmly, and also submerged into the crack.
Dragonforged Warrior people also filed in.
Hundreds of figures maintained a neat queue, passing through the gate leading to New World row after row, walking in unison without any hesitation or hesitation.
Soon, the figure of the last Dragonforged Warrior was swallowed by the crack.
"Perhaps, I can go there in person for a while and lead them to gain a firm foothold in New World."
The thought flashed across my mind.
But then, Red Iron Dragon shook his head slightly and rejected it.
With his size and energy level.
The space rift that can accommodate his travel is much larger than it is now.
Unless Garos stays with Faerûn, going there in person will only bring more danger to the pioneering troops.
Red Iron Dragon chooses to believe in his own children.
Even in a new world, they can adapt well.
At the same time.
Faerûn mainland, Nameless Wasteland.
The night was like ink, pressing heavily on the vast wilderness.
Galkro The moment he stepped out of the crack, his four claws landed on a piece of wet grass.
At the same time, his vertical pupils suddenly shrank.
An unspeakable chill penetrated through the gaps between his scales, making him feel palpitations in his heart. It was as if some invisible presence was pressing in from all directions, pressing heavily on the edge of his perception, everywhere.
Immediately afterwards, Laria and Dragonforged Warrior also came to a strange land.
Like Galkro, Laria's pupils also contracted suddenly, his body muscles tensed up in an instant, and his back arched slightly.
When they turned their eyes to the east, their heart palpitations reached their peak.
The night sky in the east is not black.
At the far end of the horizon, the sky was dyed an unnatural dark red, like the color of coagulated blood, as if a huge wound had been torn open in the sky.
On the bloody sky, a few dazzling spots would occasionally light up.
Just looking at them from a distance, Galkro and Laria felt as if invisible hands were holding their hearts, and even breathing became difficult.
"Laria."
Galkro said with a solemn voice, "Do you feel it?"
Laria is also looking to the east.
His vertical pupils narrowed into a thin line, his forehead scales wrinkled slightly, and he said, "It is the anger of the gods, burning Imaskar Empire in the east."
The wrath of the gods swept mainly within the territory of the Imaskar Empire.
The wrath of the gods turned into real power, sweeping away everything that dared to resist in the city, Mountain Range, and on the plains.
At the same time, the aftermath covered almost the entire world.
The more powerful the life is, the more it can feel the existence of Gods' Wrath.
In the Legendary Realm dragon's perception, it seems that the entire east has become a Jedi restricted area, and its tempered intuition warns them that they must not get close now.
"All warriors obey orders."
"Transform collectively, follow me into the dense forests of the north."
Dragonforged Warrior's bodies began to shrink, twist, and reshape... In the blink of an eye, hundreds of flying birds soared from the same place. Their feather colors were mainly gray-black and dark brown, with a few birds of prey with dark red feather crests mixed in.
Galkro and Laria completed their transformation earlier.
The two huge red dragons disappeared from the spot, and were replaced by two dark falcons that were slightly larger than ordinary raptors. They almost blended into the night, and no abnormalities could be seen.
At the same time, Laria took out a disc the size of a palm.
This is a Legendary Artifact with concealment and anti-tracking effects.
The surface of the disc rotated slightly, and an invisible ripple spread silently, sweeping over all the flying birds, erasing their breath, energy residue, and even the heat emitted from their bodies.
Over the wilderness, only a group of normal migrating birds remained.
They formed a loose formation and gradually disappeared into the depths of the night.
The clearing fell into silence again.
After about two cups of tea, the air in the wilderness suddenly became cold.
The temperature dropped sharply in a few breaths, a thin layer of white frost formed on the surface of the grass blades, and the buzzing of insects around them disappeared instantly.
A figure slowly walked out of the darkness and appeared here quietly.
He wore a large black cloak, and the hem of the cloak dragged on the ground, but did not raise any dust or touch the grass. He walked without making a sound, like a shadow sliding across the ground.
The figure stopped in the middle of the clearing, its hood slightly raised.
The direction he is facing is exactly where the spatial rift appeared before.
After a few breaths of silence, a thin and pale hand stretched out from the cuff of the black robe. The fingers were long and slender, the joints were protruding, and the skin was close to the bones, as if there was only a thin membrane covering it.
He raised his hand and drew a few runes out of thin air.
Buzz!
The air rippled like water waves.
A blurry picture emerged inch by inch.
However, those pictures never became clear, and the outlines were scattered and unclear.
The traces here have been erased.
"There are some cautious outsiders who came to this land through space teleportation."
"But, it doesn't seem to be a normal teleportation spell."
A low hoarse voice sounded, with a hint of doubt.
If it is a conventional teleportation spell, even if it has ended, he can still deduce the source of the opponent based on some remaining traces.
However, the spatial traces here are very chaotic, as if they have been violently torn apart.
This kind of residual trace is different from any teleportation spell he knows.
Teleportation is a very sophisticated spell.
This is unreasonable.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew from the end of the meadow and lifted the edge of the hood.
Revealing in the shadow under the brim of the hat is a haggard face.
The skin is close to the cheekbones, and the shape of the bones is clearly visible; the eye sockets are sunken and hollow, and the eyelids are dry; dark green light sways slightly in the eye sockets.
Lich, Sammaster.
He is a member of Dragon Worship Cult.
Dragon Worship Cult, a huge evil organization spanning many planes and worlds.
Their tentacles extend to many Material Worlds, appearing differently in each world, but their core goals remain the same.
It is said that its founder received an ancient magical prophecy.
It was engraved on an unknown ancient relic. After countless days and nights of translation and countless efforts, it was finally interpreted as a plausible sentence.
Death Dragon, will eventually rule all worlds.
Dragon Worship Cult people believe this prophecy.
They fanatically pursue the dragon and the power of death, and are keen to transform Dragonkin into Dracolich by any means necessary.
They believe that Death Dragon refers to Dracolich.
In order to make the ancient prophecy come true faster, the dragon worshipers did not hesitate to use any means, through slaughter, sacrifice, curse, etc., to turn the dragon into Dracolich, using all possible means.
In Bernardo, Red Emperor was attacked by Dragon Worship Cult.
However, Bernardo's Dragon Worship Cult is far from rampant.
At the very least, its scale and foundation are far from comparable to Dragon Worship Cult in the Faerûn continent, which has strongholds all over the place and a large number of high-level members.
"----Maybe it's a dragon, maybe it's not a dragon."
Sammaster stared at the huge blurry outline, the flames in his eyes swaying gently.
In order to avoid the wanted pursuits of Church of Dawn and Harpers, he has been hiding in this remote area for many years. He feels that his life is a bit boring and there are almost no disturbances.
But now, it seems like something interesting is going to happen.
Those outsiders are obviously not simple.
Being able to cross the shuttle space and having such careful hiding methods is definitely not a traveler passing by by chance.
Lich laughed softly twice, then slowly turned around. The black robe silently rolled up in the night wind, and the figure suddenly faded and disappeared.