Under the Red Dragon.

Chapter 295 Legend of the Purple Dragon
In the thirteenth year of the Dragon Calendar, the last day of deep winter, the annual rest day.

The sleeping Floating Cloud Dragon cub has not awakened, but the clouds surrounding the Dragon King's Court have retreated.

The ancestral red dragon that has digested the power of the Storm Titan's Storm Thunder no longer needs to use mental power to trigger related effects to affect changes in the weather. For Charon, this is just a matter of thought.

The warm sunlight was like a long-lost old friend, evenly sprinkled in every corner of the Dragon King's Garden, illuminating the top of the mountain with a soft glow.

Except for the cloud wall and the small nest on the cloud built by the Floating Cloud Dragon, the entire mountain range has been completely revealed to the people of the Golden Empire today. It is as if the dragons living on the top of the mountain are celebrating with hundreds of millions of people in this way.

Many outsiders who have never had a festival like the New Year's Day come here to experience the New Year's Day, which is the most important festival in the Golden Empire, along with the National Day.

This also made the empire's ports operate at almost full capacity in the past few days. Many nobles and wealthy businessmen even brought their families with them, choosing the empire as a place for vacation and leisure, to appreciate the empire's magnificent architectural culture and unique aesthetic displays.

The moonlight that spreads throughout the Golden Empire has become a unique beauty in the northern continent. The existence of the Tree of Life relieves the fatigue of travelers who have lived in the empire for a long time, and even some chronic minor illnesses can be cured by its therapeutic effect.

This also means that the wasteland ruled by the evil race like the Five-Colored Dragon has been officially accepted and recognized as a member of the orderly kingdom in the hearts of many people. The stable order of the empire allows these people to feel safe.

When those outsiders looked at the mountains, they could see countless flying dragons rising and falling between the mountains, flying to cities all over the empire.

They knew that this was a species of bat-winged dragon unique to the Golden Empire. It was much smarter, faster, and more powerful than other wyverns.

These growing dragon legions are the empire's daily security support reserve forces, able to quickly reach places where legionary suppression is needed.

Although there has not been any rebellion that requires support since the establishment of the Golden Empire, these dragon knights are always fulfilling their duties.

As for the rare bipedal dragons, they are in the hands of the Valyrians who are loyal to the Empire.

These talented Valyrians began to systematically study the knowledge of druids and wizards, attempting to breed and improve these peculiar two-legged dragons, so that they rarely appeared in the public eye.

In the empire, every household has its own annual celebration, and among the dragons, there are also their own annual celebration banquets.

Under the increasingly thick trunk of the World Tree Ovo, the dragons gathered here as they did in the past.

During this special festival, there was no need for Kalon to invite the dragons to a feast, as these dragons had already habitually come here spontaneously.

The giant dragons with different scale colors were either sitting on the soft carpet on the ground or lying prone, looking completely unrestrained.

The thick and long sandalwood table exudes the fragrance of the wood itself, mixed with the smell of food and spices, and a feeling of richness naturally blooms from these mixed aromas.

In addition to common river and sea delicacies such as white-horned bison, giant-horned antelope, mountain deer, lampreys, river sturgeons, herons, and swans, there are also many monsters with powerful active nutrients that are served as food on the golden basins and silver plates on the dining table.

Among them are deep-sea demon whales and centipede sea snakes from the depths of the ocean.

There are Peng birds and winged snake dragons from the God-Forsaken Mountains.

There are ice dragon lizards and long-haired treasure elephants from the frost plains of the far north.

There are also giant-tusked elephant mastiffs and multi-eyed snake dragons from the jungles of the western frontier of the empire.

The monster flesh and blood that were neatly cut up by the halfling chefs still retained their wild aura and powerful vitality even after death, which made the white dragon Kamide enjoy eating it very much.

However, these powerful monsters were not captured intentionally by the dragon lords, but were plundered and harvested by the empire's legion warriors to present to the emperor of the Golden Empire.

Even the Frost Giant King Ragnar Hagrid saw the spontaneous and crazy actions of the Empire's legionnaires.

The Centaur Legion, known as the Death Knights, roams around like wild dogs on the grassland, just to hunt the most ferocious beasts and monsters.

He then personally led his people to stay on the extremely icy plain for nearly half a month, hunting extremely rare ice dragon lizards and long-haired treasure elephants as tribute to the emperor of the empire.

These loyal warriors could not give more to the dragon emperor who possessed huge wealth, so they could only express their love and support for the emperor through such actions.

The royal maids, dressed in long skirts, brought up barrels of fine wine and enormous portions of food. These barrels, which were comparable to water tanks in ordinary human households, were lifted and hauled with ease in the maids' hands like delicate flower baskets.

If a dragon observes carefully, it can see densely packed tiny scales growing on the skin under the skirts of these maids.

Grain-like scales also appeared on the edges of the corners of the eyes, growing behind the ears of these maids.

Although many maids would be replaced by the head maid Chariz according to the wishes of the ancestor red dragon after serving the dragon in the royal court for a period of time, over the years, many maids were still able to continue working in the royal court because of their own merits.

Therefore, these maids were also infected by the dragon blood during their long time with the ancestral red dragons, and gradually turned into dragon-like creatures.

However, under normal circumstances, the scales on these maids can appear and disappear freely.

But today, with all the dragons gathered together, these "weak" maids were unable to hide themselves in the rich aura of dragon blood.

However, it was different from the other dragon lords, where they were free and could talk freely.

The empire's newly born dragon chick sat at another table, under the trunk of the World Tree Ovo, and was obviously a little restrained.

The empire's regulations did not actually prevent these young dragons from ascending the sacred mountain of dragons.

However, influenced by the dragon's natural inheritance, these young dragons still dare not set foot on the private territories of other powerful dragons at will, even if the private territories of these dragons have expanded from their nests to the entire mountain range.

The emperor of the empire also hopes that these newborn chicks can learn some necessary social skills and relationship management methods under the influence of the big dragons in the Gogmora dragon group.

This atmosphere, which is different from other dragon groups and giant dragon tribes, also needs to be felt by these young dragons.

However, these dragon cubs, who have never lost their courage, are like skinny chicks in front of the extremely strong dragons.

Every unintentional glance from the dragon lord would cause these young ones to exclaim and discuss.

"The Black King, Lord Rosani, just glanced at me. Is it because I am so outstanding that I will be as strong as Lord Rosani in the future?"

A black dragon hatchling was swinging its tail excitedly. A young black dragon was actually not much different from other scaly dragons.

Once entering adolescence, each black dragon will gradually transform into a skeleton dragon, a characteristic unique to its race.

But born and raised in the empire, this black dragon cub has begun to think that the black dragon ancestors in his heritage are too thin and ugly.

Only black dragons as strong as the black dragon Rosani are the aesthetic standard among black dragons.

Just as Charon influenced the dragons bit by bit in their infancy, the civilization of the empire also began to take on a different color in the minds of these newborn dragons.

"Tsk," a white dragon cub sneered softly, "Don't dream on. Not every black dragon can be as strong and beautiful as Lord Rosani. You will only become a skeleton in the future, an ugly skeleton. Tsk tsk!"

"And I will only uphold the glory of the White Dragon Lord and become an equally outstanding white dragon."

The red dragon cub with the largest head looked disdainfully at the white dragon cub that was about to laugh wildly with his hands on his hips, shook his head and muttered, "How can a weak white dragon understand the power of a red dragon? What a foolish delusion."

The ferocious blue dragon cub said nothing. He looked at the Thunder Lord Doss and imitated the movements of the blue dragon Doss, slowly and methodically tearing the fattiest flesh from the neatly cut elephant mastiff's belly on the plate.

The life enjoyed by the young dragons of the Empire far exceeded that of other dragons in the wild. While some five-colored dragon cubs were eating dirt and grass roots in the wild, the young dragons of the Empire were already enjoying plenty of food and could even choose the parts they liked.

Creatures that are dozens of times stronger than dragonlets are just their food.

A female green dragon cub was wagging its tail next to Behemoth Achilles, trying to show its courtesy and to get some information and gossip about the dragon lords.

A cunning look flashed in the female green dragon's eyes, but Achilles's hesitating and perfunctory eating and drinking made the young dragon soon angry.

"What an idiot," the green dragon cub thought to himself, sitting back in his seat, trying his best to search for the trace of Green Dragon Lord Antajena.

But she still couldn't find the figure of the forest dragon. She could only quietly prick up her hidden ears and listen to the dragon lords' long talk, in order to analyze some useful information from their words.

It's not that she has any strange thoughts, that's just how Green Dragon is.

But soon the green dragon cub discovered some characteristics of the big dragons in the Gogmora dragon group that were different from other dragons.

As a species of dragon, no matter how powerful they are, whether they have a gentle or violent personality, they all have the arrogance and innate sense of alienation that comes from their blood.

The distance and sense of boundaries between the dragons are enough to make any race see it with the naked eye.

The evil dragons such as the chromatic dragons behave more obviously, because almost all the words of the chromatic dragons are always as strong and aggressive as their appearance and personality.

But the Gogmora dragon group is not like this. Even when they quarrel, it is only based on different views and arguments.

"The concept of creating magic is to pursue the power of destruction and might. The power to destroy everything is the essence of magic."

The red dragon Caedilos shouted loudly and forced his way into the discussion between the steel dragon Midir and the mist dragon Deniro. Regarding the research and development of spells, the red dragon's views adhered to the ultimate gene in his blood.

"Wrong, wrong, you must not have studied Charon's theoretical knowledge manual seriously," the steel dragon Midir, who has weak combat power but strong spellcasting ability, gave the red dragon a merciless look.

"The essence of spell creation is based on the rules and effectiveness behind it, as well as the reasonable combination of uses. It is not the case that the stronger the power, the better. Truly powerful spells all have unique wisdom and wonderful uses."

The steel dragon Midir patted the steel plate on his chest and said with contempt to the red dragon: "Such as creating strange things, changing reality, prolonging life, and predicting the future, these are what the creation of spells should pursue. The strength of a wizard does not lie in the power of the spell, but in their mind and wisdom."

"Is the combination of tar spell and low-level fireball spell less powerful than the mid-level spell? Foolish Caedilos."

The young red dragon Caedilos had a bewildered look on his face. He looked at the other dragon lords, and no one refuted the opinion of the steel dragon Midir. Instead, they showed expressions of approval.

Even the White Dragon Lord Kamide, who was busy eating and drinking, looked like he had a wise man in his hands.

"Have you all learned it? Why don't I know?" Caedilos was surprised. A whole lamb could be stuffed between his thick upper and lower teeth.

The Mist Dragon De Niro glanced at the Red Dragon and said, "The newly built library in the Dragon King's Court has this knowledge. Do you think the other dragons often come to the King's Court just for feasts and gatherings?"

"You should be more careful, Caedilos. Even the white dragon Sakless was allowed to study in the royal court once because he got excellent results in the elementary logic and mathematics exam. If you don't work hard, you will probably be left far behind."

Caedilos shook his head and lay down angrily.

The foreign dragon Naxon on the other side moved quietly and continued his conversation with the bronze dragon Alina and the blue dragon Dos.

"Those elves have been hiding in the forest for many years. Although their civilization has declined, they performed very well on the battlefield with the drow today."

Bronze Dragon Lord Alina sipped a bucket of 'Odysseus Brew' and continued, "The elven sword dancers and magic archers are very powerful. Together with the elven spellcasters, they defeated the drow's dark army. It seems that we should not underestimate those long-standing civilized countries."

The blue dragon Doss nodded. As long as it did not involve government affairs, this blue dragon would speak quite frequently.

"Every race that can survive has its own unique advantages. Even though the Empire will surely be countless times stronger than those elves who have closed off their own horizons, we should not underestimate them."

"However, speaking of the Underdark, according to recent documents, it seems that the Empire's mining corps accidentally dug up a large passage node leading to the Underdark while digging deep into the ore veins on the grassland."

"Not only are there many monsters from the Underdark on the other side of the passage, the Miners also discovered the presence of a giant dragon. Based on analysis of its habits and traces left by the dragon, the Miners believe it is a purple dragon." Blue Dragon Doss shared the intelligence he had seen.

The ocean dragon Naxon suddenly asked with great interest: "Purple dragon? I have heard of this nightmare cousin of the colorful dragon. It is said that this guy is a natural manipulator of the abyss and a perfect hunter in the Underdark."

The ocean dragon Naxon looked at the blue dragon Doss and asked curiously, "Moreover, the habits of the purple dragon, a species of dragon, are closely related to the legendary founding dragon god Io. Doss, do you know the secret?"

Blue Dragon Doss shook his head. "The Five-Colored Dragon's inheritance doesn't value these things. After all, the Purple Dragon race is not classified among the ten types of True Dragons, so I don't know how many there are."

"I do know a little about the legend of the purple dragon race," the usually serious expression of the foreign dragon Naxon became very happy, and its long tail began to sweep unconsciously, just like the tail of a big cat, with its own independent consciousness.

"Legend has it that purple dragons love to collect secrets and learn about distant lands. They seek to increase their knowledge and cunning. They look down on creatures that are of no use to them, but are happy to bargain with any creature for the knowledge they want."

"The area where they live is deeper into the bottom of the world than the black dragons, and they are always curious about the tunnels and cracks that lead to deeper unknown areas. All these habits come from the legends of a mysterious country."

The foreign dragon Naxon pretended to take a sip of wine, and when he saw that the dragon lords around him were more or less pricking up their ears and snooping, he put down the barrel with satisfaction and continued.

"Purple dragons love exploration far more than any other dragon race, and they are keen on exploring the underground world that is thousands of times more complex than the surface world. This is because it is a mysterious kingdom left behind by the founding dragon god Io."

"According to the Purple Dragon Clan's heritage, in ancient myths and legends, before the founding dragon god Io was split in half by the powerful Lord of Terror with a giant adamantine axe, he once left behind a mysterious kingdom deep in the world."

"This mysterious country contains the ancient knowledge written by the founding dragon god Io and the holy artifacts that carry the ancient knowledge. This knowledge is so powerful that a dragon that obtains this ancient knowledge can gain a spark powerful enough to control divinity."

“And then it rises to the power of godhood.”

……

Pixie Elf Riven stepped onto the second floor of the Dragon Court, looking for the trace of the ancestral red dragon.

The deep corridor was silent, without a single waitress.

And from the bedroom deep in the corridor, a strange sound could be faintly heard, charming and hazy. It was the sound that Pixie Elf Riven could only hear when she occasionally eavesdropped on her parents' conversation.

"What is this guy Karon doing?" The elf Riven's face turned red, but she couldn't help but fly towards the source of the sound out of curiosity.

When Pixie Elf Riven quietly flew to the end of the corridor, the unprecedented scene shocked Riven like lightning.

This is a spacious bedroom, and the ancestral red dragon that the elf Riven wants to find is staying with the green dragon Antajna and the red dragon Clenaya.

The ancestral red dragon, which was more than 27 meters in size, was like a mountain leaning on the backs of the green dragon Antajna and the red dragon Klenaya.
A piece of pure white silk was held in the mouth of the green dragon Antajena. The white silk and the pure white fangs were indistinguishable in color. The green scales seemed to be dyed with the color of the ancestral red dragon, becoming like boiled red shrimps, shining with a hazy luster.

The red dragon Clenaya spoke with a slightly hoarse voice.
Perhaps it was extremely painful, but the female red dragon Clenaya's slender tail was tightly wrapped around the ancestral red dragon. This was the dragon's submission and also its plea.

"Oh, what did I see?" Pixie Elf Raven's face turned red and she cried softly, "My eyes are going to be damaged. They are so spicy."

"No, no, I didn't see anything!"

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