Not long after, the four Young Dragons had finished dividing up the entire giant elephant, and their bloated bellies finally brought a long-lost sense of satisfaction.
Feeling the fullness and comfort in their bellies, the Young Dragons lay lazily on the ground, enjoying this rare, post-meal leisure time.
However, this tranquility lasted less than a minute before the White Dragon's cold voice exploded again like a thunderclap.
"Who allowed you to rest?!" Tereshi suddenly flapped her dragon wings, kicking up a bone-chilling cold wind that lashed against the Young Dragons, making them shudder and wake up instantly. "Get up, all of you!"
She let out a low dragon roar.
The Ogres, who had been waiting on the side, immediately huffed and puffed as they moved over massive, heavy metal blocks.
Under the confused and puzzled gazes of the Young Dragons, the White Dragon coldly ordered: "Treat these iron lumps as your enemies! Treat your own bodies as weapons! Crash into them!"
She had once witnessed Garros's almost masochistic training method.
She had tried it herself a few times, but soon gave up due to the unbearable boredom and pain.
However, using a similar method to "train" these overly energetic little brats was just perfect.
Use their bodies to ram these hard iron stones? This was practically self-mutilation!
The Young Dragons looked at each other, their faces full of hesitation and resistance; no dragon moved immediately.
"What, have you not seen the unparalleled, fearsome might of the Lord of the Crimson Wings, Garros, when he descends from the sky like a meteor collision?"
Tereshi's voice rose sharply, saying: "That is the terrifying, strong physique forged only after crashing into mountains and the earth day and night, countless times leaving oneself covered in wounds, letting dragon scales shatter and peel off again and again, letting muscles and bones crack repeatedly, and cycling through the torment of tearing pain and healing countless times!"
"Don't you want to step on me one day? Don't you yearn to become an unparalleled, powerful Dragon?"
She raised her tail, and the sharp tip pointed precisely at those cold metal blocks: "Then stop talking nonsense and start by crashing into them!"
Hearing Tereshi's highly inflammatory words, especially the promise of "stepping on me," the Red Dragon Cahill was the first to let out a reluctant low roar.
She gathered all her strength and, like a burning cannonball, slammed fiercely into the largest iron stone.
"Clang—!"
A deafening loud noise came, and Cahill was dizzy from the massive recoil; several dragon scales on her body shattered instantly, and the surface of that hard iron stone also showed some spiderweb-like cracks.
Immediately after, "Bang, bang, bang," dull and continuous crashing sounds echoed endlessly in this open space.
The Young Dragons gritted their sharp teeth, enduring the intense pain, and slammed their not-yet-fully-grown bodies again and again into those cold, hard iron stones.
When they felt exhausted and were about to collapse on the ground, before they could even catch their breath, they were pulled up again by the ruthless White Dragon, forcing them to carry weights and fly to continue training those crucial flight skills and endurance.
Although the training intensity was far from comparable to Garros's non-dragon standards.
But the White Dragon Tereshi had basically copied Garros's method entirely, formulating a strict training plan for these Young Dragons.
Whoosh—!
Following a sudden gust of strong wind, the ground was shrouded in a huge shadow.
The figures of the Red Dragon Samantha and the Iron Dragon Sorog circled briefly in the low altitude, then landed steadily on the wide high platform on the third floor of the Burning Steel Fortress.
The Iron Dragon Sorog's gaze swept downward, pausing briefly on the Young Dragons who were training hard, then he withdrew his gaze and walked slowly into the fortress with steady steps.
"Come to the council hall."
His low and penetrating voice resonated directly in the minds of several dragons simultaneously.
The Young Dragons looked up, casting their gaze toward that towering, massive, burning-like steel fortress—the Burning Steel Fortress.
They steadied their somewhat chaotic minds and, led by the White Dragon Tereshi, flapped their wings and flew toward the high platform on the third floor.
Inside the magnificent council hall of the Burning Steel Fortress.
When the Young Dragons entered this huge space one by one, several Great Dragons were already waiting here.
The Red Dragon Samantha and the Iron Dragon Sorog were coiled on stone platforms on either side of the council hall, one on the left and one on the right, and directly in front of them, on the golden throne at the deepest part of the hall, which symbolized supreme authority, sat the fierce and majestic Lord of Molten Iron.
What made the Young Dragons feel even more shaken and even a little uneasy was.
In this core council area belonging to the chromatic Evil Dragons, there was actually a half-breed dragon radiating the aura of a Metallic Dragon sitting there.
The other party's massive body size even exceeded that of the Red Dragon Samantha and the Iron Dragon Sorog.
The hostility and vigilance rooted in their Bloodline instincts made the Young Dragons subconsciously want to let out threatening low roars, but they were suppressed by the solemn and heavy atmosphere in the council hall and could only forcibly hold it back.
Although their hearts were full of great curiosity and confusion.
But none of the Great Dragons explained to them why a half-breed Metallic Dragon appeared here.
"Sit."
On the golden throne, the Red-Iron Dragon spoke calmly, his voice echoing in the empty hall.
The council hall was extremely huge and spacious. The newly arrived Young Dragons followed the instructions and sat on the huge stone platforms where an adult dragon could coil, their gazes involuntarily focusing on the Red-Iron Dragon on the throne.
"Solrog, first talk about your specific arrangements for them."
After the Red-Iron Dragon finished this sentence, he closed his dragon eyes slightly, as if he had fallen into a state of resting his mind.
The Iron Dragon Sorog nodded slightly, then shifted his gaze to the Young Dragons and Young Dragons below.
He pondered his wording slightly and said in an unquestionable tone: "Dragon Valley has provided you with a place of shelter and the food needed for survival. Correspondingly, you also need to take on your own responsibilities and work for the future of Dragon Valley."
He deliberately deepened his tone, his gaze sweeping over every Young Dragon: "Have you all understood this clearly and without error?"
The Blue Dragon Heriam, Red Dragon Cahill, Green Dragon Ludwig, and Black Dragon Serafina.
The four Young Dragons nodded one after another under the oppressive gaze of the Iron Dragon, indicating they understood.
"Very good, then I will get straight to the point."
The Iron Dragon Sorog stopped beating around the bush and announced straightforwardly: "You need to fight against your own natural tendencies of laziness and slackness. According to the current development needs of Dragon Valley, you need to make a choice immediately and determine the first career path you will officially take."
His gaze first fell on the Black Dragon Serafina and the Green Dragon Ludwig.
"Black Dragon, you naturally love to toy with corpses and the power of death, and are naturally good at dealing with the Undead and the realm of death. In The Borderlands, the thing we are not short of is corpse resources. Therefore, the Necromancer path is the choice that best suits you. After you take up the Necromancer path and achieve a certain level of attainment in this path, an important task concerning the future of the tribe will be handed over to you."
"Green Dragon, you are born with the instinct to control and command the power of nature. The Druid path can allow you to draw power from the vast natural world. In the future, you can play a key role in aspects like Dragon Valley's agricultural farming and livestock breeding, adding an indispensable cornerstone. This is also the path best suited for you. After successfully taking it up, like Serafina, you will also shoulder a crucial task."
The Dragon-Forged Warriors transformation plan had already been discussed by Garros and Solrog.
This could greatly enhance the foundation of the Molten Iron Tribe. Solrog cared about this very much, and to optimize the dragon Bloodline transformation, research in life and Soul was essential.
The natural dragon and undead dragon who stepped on the Druid path and Necromancer path.
They were both good at this aspect.
For the Iron Dragon Sorog's arrangement, the Black Young Dragon and Green Young Dragon had no objections.
The choice of career path was a huge matter for short-lived species and needed repeated deliberation and deep thought, but it was not so important to dragons. With the long life of dragons, they would sooner or later cultivate many career paths.
Besides.
The Necromancer and Druid paths were naturally the careers suitable for the Black Dragon and Green Dragon.
"As for you two."
The Iron Dragon Sorog's gaze turned to the Blue Dragon Heriam and the Red Dragon Cahill.
"Heriam, you need to give full play to your innate storm talent and become a Storm Sorcerer who controls thunder and hurricanes and manipulates weather changes. This will be the best embodiment of your power. In the future, the work of regulating and utilizing the complex and changeable weather in The Borderlands will be entirely your responsibility."
"Cahill, your violent Fury can also be transformed into a source of power. Choose the 'Wild Dragon' path, which is full of primitive wildness. The Molten Iron Tribe currently lacks an 'executioner' role that can fully display the fierce majesty of dragons and make people fearful. This position is undoubtedly very suitable for you to show your true nature."
The Blue Dragon Heriam nodded steadily, indicating acceptance.
And the Red Dragon Cahill let out a suppressed low roar excitedly, with excited light flashing in her dragon pupils.
Natural Dragon, Undead Dragon, Storm Dragon, Wild Dragon... This was not only a consideration based on the urgent needs of Dragon Valley's current development but also the optimal choice made based on the innate characteristics of different dragons.
"Druid, Necromancer, Storm."
"These three paths only require normal meditation accumulation to take up."
Solrog said: "And the taking up of the Wild Dragon also requires rage, Fury, and Fury." He turned to look at the White Dragon Tereshi: "In addition to urging them to meditate, the task of letting Cahill take up the path quickly is all handed to you."
The White Dragon Tereshi nodded solemnly upon hearing this.
Immediately after, she opened her huge mouth and gave the Red Dragon Cahill below an extremely malicious and provocative smile.
This task was simply a "fun" tailored for her.
After completing the preliminary arrangements for the career paths, the nurturer Tereshi took the four Young Dragons and left the solemn Burning Steel Fortress council hall, returning to the open training ground outside to continue her strict teaching and training.
"Before the flames of war truly ignite, they should all be able to smoothly step into the Young Dragon stage."
When the figures of the Young Dragons disappeared outside the door, the Iron Dragon Sorog turned his gaze back to the Red-Iron Dragon on the golden throne and said with a firm tone: "By that time, they will become an indispensable pillar supporting the Molten Iron Tribe."
For a long time, the Molten Iron Tribe had been facing the dilemma of a serious lack of middle and high-level combat power.
Once these four talented dragons grew up, this problem would be solved.
With more usable dragon talents under his command, Solrog would no longer need to do everything himself as in the past.
"Garros, when exactly can we lead our troops to march into the Serel Wilderness?"
The Red Dragon Samantha could not suppress the restlessness in her heart, stretched out her scarlet tongue to lick her sharp dragon snout, and asked eagerly.
Since the last brief return to the wilderness and the successful destruction of that dwarf stronghold, the thought of returning to that vast world and galloping wantonly had become increasingly intense in her heart, like a raging wildfire.
"Now is not the best time."
The Red-Iron Dragon's steady voice sounded with unquestionable majesty: "But the waiting time will definitely not be too long."
He raised his towering dragon head, and his dragon pupils seemed to penetrate the thick steel walls of the Burning Steel Fortress, gazing toward the distant south, silently overlooking that vast land called the Serel Wilderness.
"Last time we attacked the Blackrock Duchy's station in the wilderness, we didn't see any decent pursuers afterward."
Garros said: "This in itself is a signal—the attention the Federation kingdoms pay to The Borderlands of the wilderness is significantly decreasing."
He paused slightly and threw out a more significant piece of information: "Not only that, but just a few days ago, I obtained a piece of crucial intelligence from Gorton."
He looked around at the dragons present and said in a deep voice: "The Kingdom of Lothern has recalled its Legendary powerhouse who had been stationed at the border of the Serel Wilderness for a long time."
Before the Red Dragon Samantha fully understood the far-reaching implications behind this intelligence, the Iron Dragon Sorog's eyes had already lit up, and his gaze shot out with brilliance.
"The Kingdom of Lothern recalled its Legendary combat power..."
"In order to cope with the huge pressure and threat that the Kingdom of Lothern might bring, other neighboring kingdoms will likely follow suit and also withdraw their top forces from the border and the wilderness, deploying them to more core conflict areas!"
He concluded firmly: "When the war between the Southern Kingdoms is truly ignited and the Legendary power has no time to care about other things, it will be the best opportunity for us to march into the Serel Wilderness, pull chestnuts from the fire, and seize benefits!"
The vast land of the Serel Wilderness is located outside the borders of the Southern Kingdoms. Strictly speaking, it does not belong to the legal territory of any country. It is just regarded by these powerful countries as a "public backyard" where they can wantonly divide resources and establish outposts.
When the countries are stable and secure at home and their national strength is strong.
The garrison stationed at the border of the wilderness is often well-equipped, full of strong experts, and has a strong deterrent.
However, once the situation on the continent changes and the clouds of war gather, in order to concentrate their forces to deal with the impending storm core, the countries will inevitably choose to withdraw the top experts stationed in "secondary areas" like the wilderness and redeploy them to more critical and dangerous border lines.
In this way, the garrison force in the wilderness is still not to be underestimated, but if compared with its heyday, its deterrent and combat effectiveness will undoubtedly be greatly weakened, providing an opportunity for monsters.
"Exactly! My judgment is completely consistent with Solrog's!"
After a brief silence, the Red Dragon Samantha nodded her dragon head forcefully, expressing her agreement in a loud voice.