The thick stone door slammed shut, and the dim skylight dimmed sparsely.
There was no Giant Dragon in the legion hall, only a woman leaning against Throne, holding her head in one hand, and the other hand hanging down casually, holding a gold narrow-necked wine bottle, squinting her eyes lazily.
Ferrum glanced twice and lowered his gaze.
Yes, Iron Dragon is a super-large dragon species, and Zane is probably over twenty meters in size. This building transformed by Ogre Fortress has no way to accommodate such a giant beast. If it showed its true colors, Zane would be enough to open the dome and cause the entire hall to collapse.
The dragon man on Throne is slender and strong, with horns sprouting from the side of his head. His black hair is messed up on the back of his head, his vertical eyes are dark black, and there is a blood-red slit in the middle.
Her face is beautiful, but rather than charming, she feels more dangerous, like the coquettish Demons.
Black Lake lord, Legendary Dragon, Zane·Mellon.
"Zane leader."
Ferrum stepped forward and lowered his head to show respect. "I received the message from the messenger and came to see you in accordance with your order."
"Huh?"
Zane moved his pupils and revealed a faint smile, "The noble Archaic Species is here."
When Ferrum heard Zane's voice, he realized that Lord Black Lake was actually so young, as if he had just entered adulthood.
He did not raise his head and replied calmly, "I am a descendant of Ashmark Lineage. In front of Great Dragon, no matter what Archaic Species I am, I dare not claim to be noble."
Zane raised his eyebrows and stared at Ferrum's body carefully.
Her eyes were as sharp as a straight sword. It wasn't until a long while later that she looked away and said, "It seems that my Nether Iron finally fell into your hands."
Ferrum said nothing.
"When Leighton apologized to me, but refused to hand over the things no matter what, I already guessed this would be the result."
Zane sipped the mead. "As early as thirty years ago, before you were born, I got the first piece of Nether Iron. After that, I have been collecting this material, intending to use it to cast a handed down sword blade as my secret treasure to defeat enemies. There is nothing in this world that is sharper than Nether Iron, and there is nothing more suitable for dealing with spellcasters."
Ferrum felt something in his heart.
"Every other family member knows about this, but because of your talent for swallowing metal, they all come to ruin my business."
Zane sneered, "You are very good. In this way, Leighton gets gratitude and fulfills his dream of supporting future generations and strengthening the tribe. You get Nether Iron and have the fuel to use your innate abilities."
"Many Giant Dragon lords came to intercede for you, Leighton, Noz, Valyria, and even Taigo came to remind me and told me not to lose my identity. When they said this, it seemed that I was too concerned about self-interest, and that I was wrong."
She looked at Hatchling Dragon below. "Do you think I was wrong?"
Ferrum was silent for a moment and said, "I feel very ashamed."
"Ashamed?"
Zane stood up, drank the mead in the wine pot, and walked forward slowly. "As Heavy-Metal Dragon, fire flows in our veins. Should we feel ashamed?"
Ferrum was speechless, because a mountain of pressure had already pushed over him.
He couldn't help but raise his head, and happened to meet Zane's eyes, as if he saw the stern Legendary Dragon bowing his head and roaring, spitting out Thunderfire that burned everything.
The power of the dragon, as deep as the prison, descended upon Ferrum in an instant.
The disaster level of Zane was as high as level 2. The gap between Zane and Hatchling Dragon was like a chasm. Her majestic power poured down and crushed Ferrum almost instantly. Chrome Dragon's waist, abdomen and limbs were pinned to the ground, and his whole body was as heavy as a stone.
"When you decided to snatch Nether Iron, didn't you think about how to deal with its owner?"
Zane came to Chrome Dragon: "Stand up, Ferrum·Solaxus, stand up and face me."
Ferrum grabbed the stone ground, twisting the bones under the scales one after another, and forcibly propped up his body.
The next moment, Zane's momentum increased, the stone slab burst apart under Ferrum's claws, and Chrome Dragon's body that had just been propped up was pressed back to the ground again.
He grinded his teeth and sucked, his neck bones making an unbearable sound, but in the end he was still unable to resist the majesty of the legend.
"Is that all there is to it? Could it be that the king of Hatchling Dragon who came out of Ochre Valley is also a little golden bird that cannot be admired?"
Zane was even more coercive, showing undisguised murderous intent.
She growled lowly, her voices overlapping each other, causing the whole legion hall to shake violently. "Stand up! Ferrum·Solaxus, I will not repeat it a third time."
Gax and Barloz were trembling outside the door. They could not hear the words behind the door, but they could feel the huge power and murderous intent, which made Hatchling Dragon tremble uncontrollably and subconsciously wanted to escape.
"Mother... wants to kill Ferrum."
Gax trembled and squeezed the sound out from between his teeth.
Ferrum felt the real danger, and he could no longer endure it. He turned on Blood Frenzy silently, and a vortex-like cold flame burst out from the gaps in the scales, and a bright light flowed from his eyes.
With a dull growl, he stood up slowly but firmly, raised his neck, and looked at Zane in front of him.
There was no one in front of me.
When Ferrum raised her head, Zane had returned to her Throne.
All the pressure and murderous intentions disappeared in an instant like the flowing wind, as if what he had just experienced was just an illusion.
"There is still some fighting spirit."
Zane said, "However, you owe me once, and you should pay me back in the future. If you don't agree, I will still kill you now, what do you think?"
"Okay."
Ferrum said that his Opening Sight ability seemed to have lost its effect and he could not clearly see Zane's temperament, so he could only follow Gax's instructions and speak as little as possible.
"Heavy-Metal Dragon..." Zane's voice was long and leisurely.
"Always fulfill your promises." Ferrum added.
Zane finally smiled, and she smiled softly. The cold tone from before was like Ice melting away, and the skylight in the legion hall seemed to become brighter.
Pillars of light fell on the stone slabs one after another, forming dots of light spots, and the fine dust in the light pillars flew and danced.
"My glass is empty."
Zane changed his tone. "Archaic Species, come and pour me some wine."
Ferrum saw the wine barrel on the steps, picked up the narrow-neck wine jug and filled it up, then approached Throne and brought it to Zane.
Zane glanced at him. "Lower your head."
Ferrum has no choice but to bow his head as he is told.
"Quite well-behaved."
Zane put his hand on Ferrum's head and gently caressed the scales that were as bright as silver. "Let's talk about military affairs first. The family's strategic plan is to extend the battle line into a crescent front. When Storm Family gathers to attack, we will use all our strength to eliminate the enemy's main combat force. We will use the skulls of dragons and Giants to calculate the victory."
"Our army is located on the left wing of Crescent Front. The downstream of the Gray Sand River where you are stationed is the left wing of the left wing and is at the end of our array."
Zane said, "Generally speaking, we won't encounter many enemies in that place, but my request is that after the battle begins, you must take the initiative to advance the troops, kill all enemies in sight, and tighten our encirclement. Do you understand what I mean?"
Ferrum thought for a while, "I understand."
"Okay, now I appoint you as the regional commander. On your left and right are the newly arrived Gray Mountain garrison and Black Lake garrison, Gax and Barloz, all of which are at your disposal."
Zane fiddled with Ferrum's scales with his fingertips and looked at Archaic Species's face with a slightly thoughtful expression.
After being silent for a long time, she spoke again.
"Ladon follows Taigo every day. Veloa also has Jelierion. Although my Gax and Barloz have some abilities, they do not satisfy me."
Zane pinched those scales and used a little force. "Ferrum, you are the heir abandoned by Chrome Dragon Solaxus. You have no parents in the real sense. Do you know what I am talking about?"
Ferrum shook his head. "I don't know."
Zane stopped and raised his narrow eyebrows. "What should you call me?"
Ferrum looked at her expression and hesitated for a moment. "... Mother?"
"Very good."
Zane smiled happily, "Be loyal to me and you will get what you want. Let me see if your weapon can be sharper than the sword made by Nether Iron."