Garros and Solrog shared the same Iron Dragon Legacy.
When he heard of the Blood Kin Chain, he basically understood its effects and purpose.
The Blood Kin Chain, a Psion Spell with exceptionally clear pros and cons, allowed the Ignas Siblings to communicate more quickly and efficiently even when separated by great distances. As the Psion Rank increased, they could establish connections upward with parents and elders, and downward with descendants.
"With my current Psion Rank, the Blood Kin Chain can only be linked between peers."
"However, this is already enough for us to use."
Iron Dragon Sorog said: "Before heading to the Poison Tail Tribe, I plan to construct the Blood Kin Chain first. By then, we will be able to communicate in real-time on a mental level."
After a pause, he continued: "When anchoring a blood kin through the Bloodline, the target will sense it."
"Remember not to resist too much, or the connection will fail."
Garros nodded slightly: "I know. Go ahead and prepare, but remember to notify Samantha first, otherwise she will bare her fangs and claws, roaring as she shreds your connection with her mind."
The projection ended.
Thinking of the effects of the Blood Kin Chain, Garros suddenly thought of Gorton, who had always been missing from the Ignas Siblings.
"For the longest time, I didn't know whether Gorton was dead or alive, but now, through the Blood Kin Chain, I should be able to confirm it."
He figured that even if Gorton had been lucky enough to survive, he was probably living a life on the run.
Meanwhile.
Iron Dragon Sorog began to construct the Spell.
He was currently located at the Steel Spike Outpost that had previously been destroyed by Garros.
After being rebuilt and restored, it had been restaffed with a large number of guards. Because it was a key defensive node and was essentially located in the middle of the southern region, making it convenient to travel to other garrisons, the Iron Dragon personally stationed himself here to oversee it.
Iron Dragon Sorog stood on the rebuilt central high platform, with reinforced metal ground beneath his feet.
After taking a deep breath, Iron Dragon Sorog closed his eyes, and a low, ancient dragon language surged from the depths of his throat. The syllables were as heavy as the striking of anvils, echoing within the outpost.
For a Psion casting a Spell, incantations were not strictly necessary.
However, supplementing with incantations could enhance the Spell's effect.
As the incantation was chanted, the Iron Dragon's heartbeat gradually became slow and heavy, and his breathing became almost non-existent. However, his body began to radiate a rich psionic light, appearing as glass-like white light in the physical field of vision.
Immediately afterward.
The Iron Dragon's foreclaw slowly lifted, and the sharp claw tip grazed his own chest. With a clanging, piercing sound, a deep wound was cut into his hard iron scales.
The Dragon blood flowed out but did not drip down.
It hovered in the air, transforming into strands of fine blood threads that flowed and intertwined like molten iron, before disappearing into thin air.
Solrog's consciousness sank deep into his Bloodline, following the call of the Bloodline to search for blood kin who shared the same source and generation as him.
——First was Garros.
Through the mental level and observation of the mental Domain, Iron Dragon Sorog'saw' the incredibly tough Red-Iron Dragon mental form, which was just as rugged and deep as his Physical Body.
Strong, majestic, with every scale lifelike and possessing an indestructible texture.
His gaze was calm, his body slightly lowered, claws and fangs hidden. His posture seemed as if he were guarding while retreating; however, his foreclaws were slightly extended, his hind limbs slightly bent, his wings spread open, and all the muscles beneath his scales were tensed.
"Cautious and careful, but also ready to fight at any moment."
"As expected of Garros."
Iron Dragon Sorog thought to himself.
The posture of the mental form could, to a certain extent, reflect the personality of the original body.
He had no doubt that Garros's mental form could instantly shred his own psionic energy.
In the not-too-far, not-too-near Dragon Valley, the Red-Iron Dragon was lying down, resting and waiting. Suddenly, he felt his heart jolt slightly, as if an invisible iron chain were gently tapping his Bloodline.
He opened his eyes, a flash of understanding passing through his vertical Dragon pupils, and then he relaxed his mind.
"Accept."
Garros whispered.
The invisible threads suddenly tightened, and the connection between the two Young Dragons was established.
——Next was Samantha.
Red Dragon Samantha was overseeing the black oil refining on the alchemy assembly line in the Black Iron Plain.
Suddenly, she felt a mental force attempting to probe into her consciousness.
She snapped her head up, her crimson pupils burning with rage, and a low roar rolled from deep within her throat: "Who?!"
Solrog's voice came through the Bloodline: "Samantha, it's me. I am constructing the Blood Kin Chain."
He had already notified Samantha in advance, but the Red Dragon's subconscious stress response still nearly snapped the Blood Kin Chain.
The Red Dragon's vertical pupils slowly dilated, calming down, and she nodded slightly.
Another Blood Kin Chain was successfully established.
After completing two, Iron Dragon Sorog had intended to end the Spellcasting state. However, to his surprise, he sensed another blood kin anchor point in the distant south.
".Is that Gorton?"
Solrog was somewhat surprised.
To be honest, he thought Gorton had died long ago.
In his impression, this youngest Iron Dragon Brother's intelligence was offline most of the time. Without Garros's protection, surviving alone in the wilderness, there was a nine-out-of-ten chance he would have died during the Wyrmling stage.
"The location is very far; he seems to be within the territory of the Federation."
"Has he been arrested and imprisoned by the people of the Lothern Federation?"
Solrog thought to himself that Iron Dragon Brother Gorton's situation was likely very miserable.
Being kept in a dark dungeon, having his scales peeled, blood drawn, flesh cut, or even being used as a stud Dragon, exploited day and night to breed war pets with Dragon Bloodlines—these were all highly likely scenarios.
"Let's try to build a connection with him."
Solrog's consciousness followed the guidance of the Bloodline, crossing the vast distance to approach this blood kin anchor point.
He had expected to see a scarred Young Dragon chained up.
Or worse.
——A shriveled corpse drained of Dragon blood.
However.
When he finally'saw' Gorton's mental form clearly.
Iron Dragon Sorog's consciousness nearly crashed on the spot.
It was a round, 'iron ball' that could barely be recognized as a Dragon.
That's right, an iron ball.
Gorton's mental form should have possessed the cold, hard lines unique to an Iron Dragon, with sharp-edged scales and sharp claws and fangs.
But now, his mental form looked like an inflated balloon. His scales were stretched until they were round and shiny, his neck was fat enough to have three folds, and his body width even exceeded that of Garros. He was bloated and obese, simply like a super pig wrapped in Dragon skin.
What was even more absurd was.
Around his mental form floated phantom images of various foods.
——Roast suckling pig, honey cake, cream muffins... and even an entire roast whole cow coated in syrup!
Gorton's mental form was holding food and feasting happily, completely without guard.
Solrog: "..."
He was silent for three seconds before finally unable to resist sending a Soul-searching question through the blood kin connection: "Gorton, you… are you still alive? Why are you fatter than a pig?"
"Who is it?!"
Within the Lothern Federation, Iron Dragon Gorton, who was enjoying delicious food, jolted, his eyes narrowing in vigilance.
At this moment, his physical appearance was basically similar to his mental form.
When he had just woken from his deep slumber, Gorton's body had returned to normal, and because of his worries about the future, he had sworn to control his diet and exercise diligently.
However.
He possessed a character that was lazy to the core, and he was greedy for enjoyment.
At first, he was full of determination, and his Iron Dragon thinking had taken the upper hand, attempting to analyze the situation and protect the princess and himself in the coming war. But reality was very cruel; as a 'pet', he could not bring about any changes.
Persistence was hard, but giving up was easy.
Gorton simply gave up on himself. Holding the mindset of 'eat while alive, deal with death when it comes', he enjoyed delicious food to his heart's content every day, soon becoming a fat Iron Dragon that looked like a new type of Dragon.
Iron Dragon Sorog took a deep breath. Although he was currently only a mental form, he still simulated this action to alleviate the disbelief in his heart.
He said: "Gorton, my dear brother, I am Solrog."
Solrog?
Hearing this name, Gorton's memory instantly returned to when he was still a small Wyrmling, living in Iron Dragon Mother's Sinkhole Territory. At that time, he had liked following behind Solrog and even hoped that Solrog would take him along on adventures.
He still remembered Solrog's words to this day.
"Gorton, my dear brother, you are brilliant and talented; you have no need to follow the great Iron King to dominate the wilderness."
"Gorton, my dear brother, you are gifted; even if you travel alone in the wilderness, you will surely achieve something great."
"Gorton, my dear brother, your wisdom is world-shaking; you are a born king, and kings walk alone."
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There were many similar words.
Solrog also remembered these words.
Among the three Wyrmlings younger than him back then, only Gorton was the easiest to trick; after a few words, he was willing to go with Solrog.
However.
Solrog soon discovered that this Wyrmling was both gluttonous and stupid, and following him would likely only hold him back. So, he used various ways to praise him, making Gorton give up the idea of following the 'Iron King'.
Now, separated by decades and having been apart for a long time, they suddenly had contact in this way.
Thinking of the past, both of them were silent for a while.
Considering that his chest was still dripping blood to maintain the Spellcasting state.
A few seconds later, Solrog was the first to break the silence.
He asked: "I am constructing the Blood Kin Chain and sensed your existence. Where are you? Did an enemy imprison you and use curses or torture to turn you into what you are now?"
Gorton was speechless.
For a moment, he didn't know how to answer.