A strong gust of wind blew against the Faerie Dragon, causing it to tumble several times in the air. The rest of its unfinished words were cut off and swallowed back down its throat.
"Vera, I remember you saying back then that you didn't see anything, didn't you?"
Garros shook his left wing and cast a threatening glance at the Faerie Dragon.
"Y-yes, Vera didn't see anything! Vera knows nothing!"
The Faerie Dragon shuddered and shouted its stance.
This reaction drew a suspicious look from Samantha. Her gaze drifted between the Faerie Dragon and Garros, sensing that there seemed to be some secret between the two.
She walked up to Fairy Dragon Vera.
Samantha wanted to get the secret truth from its mouth.
But before she could speak, she was interrupted by Garros's instructions.
"Samantha, bring an iron bucket over and fill it with water."
He said.
"Oh."
The Red Young Dragon glanced at the Faerie Dragon again, planning to interrogate it properly later—using threats and inducements to make it spill the secret—before flapping her wings and flying low toward the Alchemy Workshop.
Vessels such as iron buckets.
She had some that she had crafted.
"Vera, there's a saying that trouble comes from the mouth. Speaking out of turn can lead to death."
After Samantha left, Garros gave the Faerie Dragon a gentle smile, revealing a mouthful of bright white fangs.
The Faerie Dragon shut its mouth tight, covering it with its claws, and nodded rapidly like a chicken pecking at grain.
In less than two minutes, Samantha took an iron bucket from the Alchemy Workshop, filled it with water from the river flowing through Coniferous Valley, and carried it back to Garros.
At this time.
The blade edges of Garros's wings were already coated with the Snake Dragon's poisonous blood, and the severed tail had become shriveled.
He used his sharp claws to shred the severed tail into a pulp and stirred it into the water. The originally clear water immediately turned into a green liquid, emitting a pungent smell.
Splash!
Garros poured it over himself. Green smoke rose from his body with a sizzling sound. Then, he closed his eyes slightly and curled up to rest in place.
Because of the large-scale contact with the poisonous water.
Many green spots appeared on his body, though the color was much lighter than the spots formed by the pure poisonous blood—a pale green—and the pain was moderate.
The diluted poisonous water was far less potent than the poisonous blood.
Otherwise, Garros wouldn't have done this.
Looking at Garros, who had turned into a 'Green Dragon', although Garros said he was fine, Samantha and the Faerie Dragon were still uneasy. They paced around and stood guard.
A week later, at dusk.
The flame-like light of the sunset fell from the sky onto Garros, as if draping a veil of fire over his outer scales.
He soared in the sky, his sharp gaze locking onto a magical beast on the ground, then dived down to kill it.
Just a few minutes later, Garros finished his hunt. He devoured the hunted Giant Rhino on the spot to replenish his consumption during this period, then returned to Coniferous Valley.
He landed on a protruding rock slab on the valley slope.
From here, Garros's gaze could take in the entire scenery of the valley.
Bathed in the evening breeze, he turned his head to look at his dragon wings.
On the dragon wings, the areas directly stained by the poisonous blood had now returned to normal. The wing blade edges where the poisonous blood had been applied were no different than before, and his previously green scales had also returned to their original state.
Although the Snake Dragon's blood was poisonous.
The amount was, after all, too small.
"My poison resistance should have increased a bit, more or less, right?"
Garros thought to himself.
In this world, there are many creatures that excel at using toxins or possess lethal poison; poison-type damage is a major category.
For example, when considering moving territories due to the threat of the dwarves, Garros had thought of Greystone Ridge. The Giant-Tailed Steel Scorpions living there were highly venomous and lived in swarms.
Before his poison resistance was developed, getting stung a few times by their giant tails would not be pleasant.
Among Dragonkin, besides species like the Green Dragon that are good at using poison, most Dragonkin have some poison resistance, but it isn't very high.
"I'll make another trip to Crescent Moon Valley in a while."
"The Cliff Snake Dragon's poisonous blood and venomous claws are excellent Materials for me to increase my poison resistance."
"If I temper them with enough poisonous blood, I might even be able to add poison damage to my Wing Slash."
Garros shook his massive dragon wings; the wing blade edges were sharp and hard, glinting with a cold light.
At this moment, he recalled the Cliff Snake Dragon's performance when it explosively increased its speed.
At that time, a large amount of high-temperature hot air rose from beneath the Cliff Snake Dragon's scales, almost in a jet-like manner, allowing it to instantly accelerate, its speed skyrocketing.
"I'm not weak in any aspect now, but I lack explosive power."
"Impacts and slashes all require a certain distance. Diving to accelerate relies on speed to enhance the power of the effect, which conversely can't be utilized during close-quarters combat."
"How can I evolve a similar trait that allows me to instantly burst with speed?"
Garros began to ponder.
A few minutes later, he shook his head; he didn't have any good ideas for the time being.
However, he felt that the key still lay in his wings.
If he could evolve a jet-like structure, using his own Demonic Energy or the thermal energy converted from Explosive Scales as fuel, his explosive speed would be greatly improved.
When that time comes, if he faces a powerful enemy he can't beat, he can just slip away, and his survivability will also skyrocket.
For instance, in the previous encounter with the Cliff Snake Dragon, because it couldn't catch up to him, no matter how angry it was, it couldn't do anything to him. He could fight when he wanted and leave when he wanted, firmly holding the initiative.
High speed, high defense, high health, and strong attack.
These were all the directions Garros was working toward.
Meanwhile, the Faerie Dragon was playing a prank on Mobel.
While the dire bear was sleeping, the Faerie Dragon braided the fur on its forehead into ridiculous little pigtails, applied pink eyeshadow to it, and sprinkled Itching Pollen on its back where it couldn't reach.
"Hehehe."
The Faerie Dragon let out a burst of joyful laughter, hardly able to wait to see Mobel's appearance after he woke up.
Just then, it noticed Garros on the valley slope.
Flying toward Garros, the Faerie Dragon circled him and twitched its nose in confusion.
"Why do you still have the scent of a Snake Dragon on you?"
It asked.
Garros: "I don't smell anything."
The Faerie Dragon said seriously, "Snake Dragons are my natural enemies. I'm much more sensitive to their scent than you are. I can smell a faint, yet very concentrated scent on you."
It seemed to have thought of something.
The Faerie Dragon suddenly flew faster, fluttering around Garros and sprinkling some Magic Dust.
The dust fell onto his dragon scales, eventually revealing a snake-trace mark on a certain area of his back scales.
"Just as I thought, it's the Cliff Snake Dragon's Scent Tracking Mark."
The Faerie Dragon said nervously, "Garros, the Cliff Snake Dragon has locked onto you. It can accurately locate your position within a thousand-mile radius through this Scent Tracking Mark."
Scent Tracking Mark?
This point wasn't mentioned in Garros's Legacy.
Legacies originate from the knowledge of generations of ancestors; every dragon's Legacy is different. In terms of knowledge about Cliff Snake Dragons, the Faerie Dragon was superior.
Garros frowned.
Locked onto me?
Doesn't that mean the enemy is in the dark while I'm in the light? This isn't good news.
Garros paced on the rock slab, feeling that his life was under threat.
The Cliff Snake Dragon isn't strong in a direct fight, but it has many sinister tricks. Being targeted by it in secret and ambushed at the right moment carries the risk of death.
It had been calm for the past few days.
Garros estimated that there was a high probability the Cliff Snake Dragon was recovering from its injuries and would only track and ambush him again once it was better.
This fellow, with the enemy in the dark and himself in the light, was a huge risk.
Whether to kill it or try to capture it, it needed to be done as soon as possible!
Garros felt unease, danger, and fear in his heart.
And all these emotions were transformed into a chilling intent to kill.
A fierce glint gradually rose in Garros's pitch-black dragon pupils.
The Cliff Snake Dragon's recovery speed can't be faster than mine. It's likely still lurking and resting in Crescent Moon Valley right now, perhaps thinking about how to ambush me. I can't just leave it be.
Curse of Fire?
If the resistance drops, it drops. With my talent, it can grow back. Besides, this curse might even train my fire resistance in reverse.
Strike first to gain the upper hand!
Whoosh!
As the setting sun turned blood-red, the Red Iron Dragon decisively flapped his wings and soared straight into the sky.