The young True Dragon's stood up cautiously and surrounded him, while the Dragon -blooded monsters stared menacingly at the Red Copper Dragon in the sky.
In front of the True Dragon's that created them, the courage of these Dragon -blooded creatures always multiplied.
The Female Red Dragon Klenaya even adopted an attacking stance, because the Red Copper Dragon's preferred nesting spots often coincided with the Red Dragon's habits, leading to frequent conflicts between the two.
Meetings between Red Dragon and Red Copper Dragon were rarely pleasant; this was a prejudice ingrained in their heritage.
Fortunately, these young True Dragon were more influenced by Kalon, with a 'heritage is heritage, what does it have to do with me?' attitude, which prevented them from fighting immediately upon meeting.
Kalon did not want to cause trouble now; for them, returning to their own territory was the most important thing at the moment.
So, he stopped the True Dragon's movements and made Klenaya relax Hell body.
This Red Dragon stood up, adopting a posture that suggested communication was possible.
"You do not need to be hostile towards us, my powerful and graceful fellow True Dragon; we are merely passing through your territory and resting here temporarily, with no intentions regarding your domain."
Red Copper Dragon Alfred looked at the True Dragon before him, which was completely different from other Red Dragon. Upon closer inspection, he realized that this Red Dragon's eyes showed no trace of the chaos caused by the Evil Dragon Blood, but rather were filled with rationality and the inherent arrogance of a True Dragon.
Moreover, if it weren't for the pure, sulfur-emitting Red Dragon aura, he might even have thought the Red Dragon before him was a beautiful and majestic Gold Dragon -Red Dragon hybrid.
No, the Red Dragon before him was even more in line with the aesthetic preferences of these True Dragon's than those Gold True Dragon.
With concise and powerful body lines combined with the Red Dragon's inherent strength, Alfred even felt that if he were a female True Dragon, he would definitely fall for this Red Dragon.
He even felt an emotion called jealousy: "Damn it, why can this Red Dragon be so majestic and beautiful!"
At this moment, if Kalon's Red Dragon identity were disregarded, he would simply be a succubus among True Dragon. And his charm rating would even far exceed that of those Gold True Dragon.
The vast True Dragon lineage of those Gold True Dragon was certainly due to their friendliness and strength, but their unparalleled appearance among all True Dragon was also one of the reasons they easily gained the trust of others.
But to be praised as powerful by the always arrogant Red Dragon, to be honest, the Red Copper Dragon Alfred was somewhat flattered by the Red Dragon's compliment.
So, his anger subsided, his long white sharp teeth unconsciously showed themselves in a smile, and his voice became calm.
"You look different from your kin, so I believe what you say, strong Red Dragon."
The Red Copper Dragon, alert to almost letting something slip, quickly corrected himself. He looked enviously at the Red Dragon's unique appearance.
"However, you cannot abduct the humans living in my territory; they still need to entertain me. Without them, I wouldn't hear those interesting stories and jokes."
Kalon nodded, promising the Red Copper Dragon, "I have no interest in those humans, unless they're some kind of kingdom princess or something."
"Heh, you are very interesting," Alfred clearly heard the Red Dragon's self-deprecating cold joke, and his curiosity about the Red Dragon instantly rose.
He asked, "What is your name, Red Dragon? I think perhaps having a not-so-evil friend isn't a bad thing."
"My name is Kalon, Kalon Kogmora," Kalon revealed his gleaming white tusks and smiled, greeting the True Dragon before him. In his opinion, making friends with the True Dragon before him would also be a good choice.
"Alfred, fly north from here until you see True Dragon flying in the sky; that is my territory. If you ever come to my territory, I will certainly entertain you lavishly. I look forward to that day."
Apparently, the Red Dragon's notoriety had not yet spread here, and the young True Dragon Alfred happily agreed, "That day will come, if I get too bored here."
The young Red Copper Dragon was not yet aware of the notoriety his new friend had already gained in the outside world. When that information reached him, it was unknown whether this young True Dragon would regret making this friend.
However, the young Red Copper Dragon now turned confidently and flew towards his Dragon Nest. Socializing between True Dragon was actually that simple; of course, there was an even simpler way: gold coins could buy the friendship of most True Dragon.
The young True Dragon flying in the sky planned to tell his Metal Dragon friends about this. His urge to show off was already impatient; he planned to talk for three days and three nights about how the Red Dragon praised him as elegant and powerful.
One can only say that strange fellows always tend to meet strange fellows. Having gained the recognition of the True Dragon lord of this place, the True Dragon rested peacefully here for an entire night, and at dawn, they set off on their journey home.
In the former Ogre camp, now the adventurers' pioneering camp, Ross and Hell were sitting on small wooden stools resting at their shop entrance.
Ross was a very busy person now; the small shop he opened with his good friend Hell had become the most popular small restaurant in this pioneering camp.
Excellent cooking skills and low prices meant that Ross's small shop was almost always busy every day.
Only for a period after noon did they have leisurely rest time.
Ross and Hell smiled as they looked at the sun in the sky; the no longer dazzling sunlight seemed to illuminate a beautiful future life.
Hell's excellent hunting skills and proficient handling of game not only provided ample meat for the shop, but the processed furs could also be sold to merchants.
Ross, on the other hand, cleverly planted the vegetable seeds and grain seeds he brought in a small vegetable garden he cleared in the forest at the foot of the mountain. These things allowed the small shop to maintain a relatively low cost.
Coupled with Ross's skillful hands, although they were busy every day, looking at their gradually full money pouch, Ross and Hell still felt that good days were yet to come.
The only drawback was that the vegetable garden at the foot of the mountain required a small price: having the Dragon's kin, who could move freely in this land, help take care of it. Fortunately, Ross also knew how to brew some delicious and sweet fruit wine.
The only flaw was that every month, an old man would come to his small shop to eat and drink on credit, although this old man always paid his bills on time.
But seeing this old man always going to those ladies who hid in their wooden houses all day whenever he made money, Ross always had a feeling that one day he would never get his money back.
Hmm? Ross suddenly felt the sky above him being obscured by a shadow, and an extremely strong spiritual pressure enveloped the entire pioneering camp. The aura inadvertently emitted by the True Dragon scared him so much that he dropped the wine glass he was holding.
The entire pioneer camp also became chaotic; the vast True Dragon might came with a strong wind, yet no one dared to move; they were all frozen in place.
Above the sky, True Dragon's were soaring: strong and brutal Red Dragon, sinister Black Dragon, cunning Green Dragon, fierce Blue Dragon, and also the White Dragon.
Those powerful yet unfamiliar True Dragon were extremely terrifying Evil True Dragon's in Ross's eyes; he even began to worry about the White King who ruled this land.
After all, under the White King's rule, humans and the Dragon's kin generally lived in peace.
With the activity of the Dragon's kin, the monsters and beasts in the wilderness and forests did not dare to approach here easily, providing a sufficiently safe environment for the pioneer camp.
Roar! An extremely strong True Dragon roar came from the distant forest. The White Dragon, respectfully referred to as the 'White King' by the pioneer camp, rose up and, along with that Blue Dragon, lunged towards the True Dragon's coming from afar, like enraged beasts whose territory had been invaded.
"It's over," Ross and the others in the camp closed their eyes. He could even imagine the White King being shot down and torn to shreds.
Even though the White King had now grown into a seven-meter-long the White Dragon, a terrifying white beast, and with that adolescent Blue Dragon, Ross still didn't have high hopes for them.
But the scene Ross imagined did not occur. The White Dragon, called the White King by the pioneer camp, and the Blue Dragon stopped in front of the group of distant True Dragon.
They deeply bowed their noble and arrogant True Dragon heads towards that Red Dragon; it was an act of submission, and also of seeking recognition.
Perhaps, this was the true ruler of this Golden Land, the king of this wilderness and forest, the master of the Centaur and other monster tribes.
At this moment, everyone in this camp had the same thought.
Aooo roar! An impassioned True Dragon roar echoed through the heavens and earth; it was the dragon clan dancing, joyful and pleased by their reunion.
And in the endless forest, the howls of monsters rang out; they were welcoming their master, who had returned to this place!