In the Fertile Plains under the snow and wind, the Red-Iron Dragon was gently stretching his body. A fine, stinging sensation immediately came from all over his body. He tightened his muscles slightly, and those tiny wounds immediately stopped bleeding.
He looked at his scale armor, which was covered in cracks.
Few Dragons would be like him, having their subordinates attack them for training for no reason. On his black-red scale armor, the number of battle-scarred patterns had increased significantly. Once these current cracks healed, some would form into battle-scarred patterns as well.
"At this rate, by the time I reach adulthood, or at the latest, become a Mature Adult Dragon, my scales will be covered in battle-scarred patterns."
"Furthermore, the structure of my Frostburn Scales is special and lacks any battle-scarred patterns. The battle-scarred patterns are mainly on the inner layer of the Dragon scales."
"In the future, if any of my own kind or creatures who understand Dragonkin see that I am clean and think I am not good at fighting, then provoke me and attack me, only to suddenly see a body full of battle-scarred patterns after shattering my Frostburn Scales... I wonder what their reaction will be. Hmm, perhaps they will be pleasantly surprised."
Thinking of this, the Red-Iron Dragon's mouth curled into an amused smile.
"Praise the Dragon Lord, your scale armor has become even tougher."
The Snake Woman exhaled slowly, lowered her head, and said respectfully.
When this Lord of The Borderlands first sought her as a sparring partner, her sword tip could still leave relatively deep marks on him. However, as the number of times increased, the Red-Iron Dragon's scale armor's resistance to sharp weapons increased rapidly.
Up until now.
With the power of her peerlessly sharp sword slashes, although she could still break through his Dragon scales, she could only barely cut the outermost layer of flesh and could not cause any truly effective damage.
This visible growth speed was terrifying.
Garros nodded slightly and said: "Naris, take your weapons to the Black Iron Plain and have the Alchemist refine and strengthen them. Their material is good, but the forging technique is too rough."
The Snake Woman Sword Saint was a very good sparring partner.
Because of her existence, Garros's resistance to sharp damage had improved a lot, and he hadn't reached his limit yet, so he valued her quite a bit.
"Next time, I hope your sword can be sharper and leave deeper wounds on me."
Upon hearing this, the Snake Woman replied: "Naris will not fail your expectations."
As she spoke, she felt increasingly fortunate about the choice she had made back then.
The Red-Iron Dragon merely let her attack, yet he could exhaust her stamina almost completely, while he remained immovable.
Although this was related to the fact that she did not deliberately target his weak points, the Red-Iron Dragon had not fought back at all.
If it were a real life-and-death battle, with her physique, once hit by the Red-Iron Dragon a few times, the battle could basically be declared over.
The pride of the Snake-person Sword Saint.
After a few sparring sessions with the Red-Iron Dragon, it had already been shattered to pieces.
On the other side, the White Dragon Tereshi was squatting on the ground, stretching her head to watch.
"This Naris, she is always cold and aloof even in front of a noble Mature Adult Dragon like me."
"But as soon as Garros arrives, her niche drops sharply, and she immediately becomes as docile as a little lamb."
She flicked her tail, feeling happy because the result was the same as she had expected.
Ever since she realized the Niche Theory, whenever she felt Life Qi, as long as she thought of this theory, the irritable rage belonging to the Dragon Bloodline would gradually dissipate. Over time, Tereshi's mindset had become increasingly calm, and her study of magic had therefore become smooth and efficient.
Garros noticed the White Dragon's 'insight into the truth' and 'as expected' expression.
He was speechless and could roughly guess what she was thinking.
"Garros, when will the Molten Iron Tribe have new Young Dragons?"
Under Garros's gaze, the White Dragon Tereshi propped up her body and took the opportunity to ask, her tone full of expectation.
She was impatient and wanted to experience the feeling of bullying Young Dragons from a superior position.
"They will come when the time is right."
Garros said.
The subordinates of The Borderlands were also keeping an eye out for traces of Dragons while they were active, but they had never found any. The scouts and vanguards in the Permafrost Tundra and the Serel Wilderness were the same.
Whether it was The Borderlands or the Serel Wilderness, the land was quite vast.
Moreover, although the number of Dragonkin could not be said to be rare, they were by no means common. The names of Dragon Valley and the Molten Iron Tribe had not spread out yet, so running into other Young Dragons required a bit of luck.
Garros simply instructed the subordinates to guard the Abyssal Rift well, then flapped his wings, disappearing in the blink of an eye, wrapped in a gust of wind.
Dragon Valley, Burning Steel Fortress.
The towering and magnificent fortress stood on the cliff top, standing firm in the snow and wind.
Its overall shape was not very symmetrical; the sharp towers resembled Dragon horns, and the walls had many casting traces and cracks. When arranged densely, they formed Dragon-pattern marks. At first glance, the appearance was a bit rough, but it had a peculiar aesthetic. It was a fortress architecture that fit the Dragon Clan style, and its guards were mainly composed of Dire Bears and Wyverns.
At this moment, the Red-Iron Dragon appeared above the Burning Steel Fortress.
He folded his wings, slowly lowered his altitude, and landed directly on a protruding terrace, his sharp claws landing on the hard metal floor.
Garros stood at the edge of the terrace, looking down, and could take in the entire view of Dragon Valley.
At this time, the light, shallow wounds left by the Sword Saint on his body had basically healed.
Garros's regeneration speed had been constantly improving.
Although it was still far from the super-high-speed regeneration like spines during battle, it was steadily improving, allowing him to quickly recover from his injuries after a battle.
Of course, this rapid recovery was not without cost; it would consume his energy.
Taking a barrel of 95 Black Oil from his space ring, Garros drank it down in big gulps, immediately feeling refreshed, and the energy he had just consumed was greatly replenished.
With the development of the alchemy industry.
Advanced black oil like 95 Black Oil, which Garros used to be reluctant to drink daily, was now being produced in higher quantities than before, and he could occasionally drink his fill now.
"Guess a color!"
"I am the newborn flame, and I am also the withering maple leaf; I symbolize forbidden danger, and I also represent extreme passion."
"—Hybrid Dragon, what color am I?"
Accompanied by a cheerful voice, the Red-Silver Dragon walked out from the arched doorway behind the terrace.
"Red."
Garros thought for a few seconds before coming to the answer.
"Correct! Now it's your turn to make a riddle."
The Red-Silver Dragon said happily.
"Wait, I need to exercise and vent my fire now."
The 95 Black Oil turned into hot energy in his body. As Garros spoke, flames sprayed directly from his mouth and nose. Immediately, he flapped his Dragon wings, flew into Dragon Valley, and began to exercise where the heavy props were placed.
The Red-Silver Dragon was not idle either.
She could not drink black oil, but she followed Garros's example, drank a bottle of potion that could stimulate the body, and then exercised with the strong Red-Iron Dragon.
Days passed, snow fell softly.
In the blink of an eye, a few more months passed, and the time arrived at the beginning of the year 251 of the new calendar.
Boom, boom, boom!
With each deep breath, the sound of beating drums came from the Red-Iron Dragon's chest as he was exercising his heart through the Blood Burst Technique.
Suddenly, a feeling of tapping on his Bloodline came.
"Garros, the sentry at the border of the Estonia Great River has discovered a Young Dragon flying across the river towards The Borderlands."
The voice of the Iron Dragon Sorog rang in Garros's heart through the Bloodline Connection.
"Tell me in detail."
Garros exhaled slowly and replied.
"The news comes from the bullywug sentry inhabiting the river."
Bullywugs, creatures that mainly live in water. After the Molten Iron Tribe unified The Borderlands, they discovered a bullywug clan in the Estonia Great River and quickly subdued them. They were now mainly located on the southern riverbank, responsible for trade and vigilance.
"They smelled the scent of Dragon blood in the water and then discovered a Young female Red Dragon flying across the Estonia Great River."
The voice paused, and the Iron Dragon Sorog continued: "However, the Red Dragon's condition is not good; she is shedding blood along the way and carrying injuries, as if she is being hunted."
"Wait, new information has just arrived. A dwarf cavalry unit with golems is crossing the river, pursuing along the direction the Red Dragon is fleeing."
Coming from the direction of the Serel Wilderness.
Being hunted.
Dwarves.
The Red-Iron Dragon stopped his heart exercise, a glint flashed in his eyes, and he said: "Tell the subordinates not to act rashly and try to stay hidden."
After thinking about it, he added: "Call Samantha and the Grand Artificer; we will go there ourselves."
If it is the regular army belonging to the Federation, there will inevitably be communication tools.
To be safe, it is best to bring an Alchemist who can block communication.
After more than a year of peaceful life, a new variable had appeared in the Molten Iron Tribe, and after ending the call with Solrog, the Red-Iron Dragon stretched his majestic body and suddenly soared into the air.