The sky was getting dark, and the Hatchling Dragons returned to Cave Dwellers's old camp to rest. The Mountain Goblin warriors celebrated their victory. They raised the flag painted by the lord himself and hung it on the highest wooden pole. Some people sent messages, while others shouted and cheered.
"From now on, this will be our flag."
Ferrum and Ladon stood side by side on the cliff, overlooking the scene in the camp. "Although the platform is barren, there is also fresh meat and honey wine. The Midsummer Festival will be in two days. You are injured, why not rest for a while before leaving?"
Ladon thought for a moment and shook his head, "There is still war on the plains."
"It's a pity, then I have nothing to thank you for." Ferrum said.
"I don't need to thank you. You said that there is Aberrant Monster in the platform that is worthy of challenge, so you came to take a look."
Ladon said, "If what you say is false, I will not come again next time."
Ferrum was silent for a long time. "I owe you once."
"If we want to talk about a debt, it should be that we owe it to the family, so I am even more eager to return to Ash Fortress."
Ladon glanced at Ferrum: "The war in Steelspine Plains is getting more and more intense now. Maybe one day, the flames of war will burn all over Wildlands. I have a bad feeling. Even if you occupy a corner, you can't be alone. You should prepare early."
He didn't have so many words at first, but standing in Steelspine Plains, he saw death every day. He saw with his own eyes the death of two Tungsten Dragon from Ochre Valley. Even the proud and indifferent king of Hatchling Dragon couldn't help but be slightly moved.
From Ladon's point of view, Ferrum is someone they can communicate with. They joined forces to defeat a powerful enemy and their relationship has deepened, so they are willing to say a few more words.
"I also know some things about the family. Not only Steelspine Plains, but also Lord Veloa of Red Tide Shoal and Lord Zane of Black Lake are doing their best to plunder the population and prepare for war with all possible force."
Ferrum said that this was the information he got from Nipo and Gax: "We can no longer squeeze more resources from Lost Wilderness. If Taigo wants to maintain the operation of the family, it can only launch a war to expand outward. Hatchling Dragon also feels the cloud of war."
"I heard that Jelierion is training the new Warband. Hidorivi has gained the allegiance of the pirate group, but after all, they have the help of Veloa. Your progress is not slow."
Ladon said, "No more nonsense."
"Goodbye."
Ferrum said goodbye, "If I have the chance, I would also like to visit Steelspine Plains."
"Gone."
Ladon turned around and walked into the mountain wind, Ferrum watched his back walking away step by step.
After a long while, Ferrum suddenly whispered, "How about we decide the outcome?"
His voice was extremely low and light, but it made Ladon stop. Iron Throne slowly turned around, and the two sides looked at each other from a distance, with flowing light flashing in their eyes.
The wind suddenly picked up, and the battle flag that had just been raised fluttered in the wind, making a hunting sound.
"It's been too long."
Finally, Ladon withdrew his gaze. "Archaic Species is not the end but the beginning. If you can achieve something in the future, you will be qualified to be my opponent and step on the world under your feet like me."
After saying that, he suddenly turned around and ran towards the depths of the mountains without hesitation.
This guy completely ignored the other Hatchling Dragon on the platform. From the beginning to the end, he only said these few words to Ferrum. Ladon's departure was as sudden as his appearance.
"Harm."
The Hatchling Dragons who were hiding around and peeking were greatly disappointed.
Ferrum stared at Ladon's disappearing back and stood still. Hatchling Dragon made a rustling noise and each of them talked. After a while, Ferrum saw Nipo running over nimbly.
"Ferrum Boss, you are not strong enough. If you provoke that guy, he will keep it and fight you to the end. As a result, the bet fails now, and I have to give the money back to the other dragons."
Nipo said in a broken voice.
Ferrum smiled, he knew that this Little Cobalt Dragon was very clever. Since Dragonbirth Day in the first year, Nipo began to find ways to collect gold coins from his companions.
When he challenged Ladon for the last time, Nipo opened a gambling game and won the bet. He made a lot of money and almost took away all the property in the hands of Iron Dragon.
The reason why Streamlands chose Streamlands, where there is no war, is probably because it is rich there, and Little Cobalt Dragon felt that there were resources and trade to be mined.
"We have to leave too."
Nipo said.
Ferrum was startled. "Why don't you stay and spend the Midsummer Festival?"
"No, I am passing dozens of copper coins every minute. If I leave for too long, it will cause chaos." Nipo said.
"Okay."
Ferrum nodded. Originally, he was very interested in Nipo's talent and wanted to observe it for a while. "In this case, thank you for coming. The platform is not too far away from you. If there is any need, we can also go and help."
"Hey, boss, you were not like this when we first arrived."
Nipo tilted his head. "Isn't it too polite and unfamiliar to make such remarks now?"
Ferrum thought for a while, "Then, I hope you will come and play in your free time? The platform should have changed a bit when you come next time. I will take you sightseeing and entertain you well."
Nipo shook his head. "Windsong Plateau is poor and down and out, I don't like it."
"Then what do you like?"
"I like you."
Nipo jumped up to him, rubbed his chin with his head, and said, "Ferrum, the boss is powerful and charming, charming and powerful. When you grow up, you can be my male dragon."
"Ouch--"
Moqi was originally staying with other Streamlands Hatchling Dragon. When he heard this, he immediately let out a mournful cry.
He knew that Ferrum would suffer disasters one after another when he grew up. These female dragons were ferocious and cunning, and they had already begun to appear when Ochre Valley was a child. Now he couldn't help but take action.
Nipo blew a light Vitality Breath into Ferrum's ear, lowered his voice and said, "I have saved a lot of gold coins."
After saying that, she happily ran away.
Two days later, Midsummer Festival.
The mountain wind blew from the depths of the Mistveil Mountains, rolling the flags hanging on the top of the cliff. The battle axes and iron shields left by Reg and Wom were piled one by one in the center of the slope, forming a silent military mound.
The Bearfolks bent down and rested their foreheads on the cold stone ground. The new Bearfolk leader Kane·Skull Crusher held the blood food in his hands and dedicated Bearfolk's unreserved loyalty to Lord Hatchling Dragon who was perched high on the pile of bones.
The surrounding Mountain Goblin warriors holding knives also knelt on one knee and shouted in unison, completing the final ceremony.
This was June of the Second Age 8149. Two months after arriving at the border, the Hatchling Dragons ended the chaos and disputes on the border at extremely fast speeds. They took control of the land, roads and troops, and raised their own battle flag.
The battle flag fluttered in the wind, and the dragon's claw pattern outlined in blood was as red as fire.
From this day on, Ferrum·Solaxus is known as the Mountain Lord and is the master of the entire Windsong Plateau.