Red Dragon, but chosen by all four gods

After reading the scroll delivered by the messenger, Macalos felt a weight lifted from his heart.

Young Master Herros and Hill secretly followed him to White River Valley, and they seemed to be playing some kind of game.

He actually dared to proclaim himself the successor to his master; how arrogant!

He wasn't questioning Holos's place in his master's heart. Celaria herself had said that Holos was her son and her hope for the future.

He simply understood Celia's greatness even more clearly.

You could search the entire continent of Eladica and still not find a golden dragon greater than Celia.

Ever since he saw young Seraria utterly defeat an adult red dragon, he knew that Seraria would one day create a new era.

Even... ascending to the divine throne that no one has been able to glimpse for thirty thousand years!

That will be the end of the suffering-filled era of the Fall of Gods.

Young Master Heros will become a star by his master's side, a god among men.

He is still too young, but sooner or later he will see the greatness of his master and recognize his own place.

However, these thoughts were merely Makaros's daydreams after he relaxed.

Since Young Master Heros is nearby, we should find him immediately and send him back to the Dragon's Nest.

He turned and ordered, "Form ranks. We need to set off for the Bluewood Forest immediately and must be there before dawn tomorrow."

"yes!"

Macalos summoned Galahren's messenger, who casually drew a golden signature on the scroll, which was then engraved in the very center.

"Tell François that the message he sent was very important, for which he received a 'thank you' from me."

The messenger was overjoyed upon hearing this, respectfully accepted the scroll, carefully put it away close to his body, and then hurriedly led his team back to Galahren Castle.

……

In the Bluewood Forest, the stone house where the Milha tribe gathered has been occupied by Heros.

Heros sat sprawled on the stone table, his eyes glued to a leather scroll.

The scrolls seemed to possess a subtle magic, which spoke to the value of the knowledge recorded within.

This is magical knowledge passed down through the Milhar tribe, encompassing both blood magic and fire enchanting techniques.

The request made by Heros posed no difficulty for the Milha tribe.

This knowledge is the lowest level and most basic magical knowledge. It is easy to rewrite the magic scrolls. As for the "offerings" to the true dragon, they are not as expensive as the food delivered to the stone house every day.

As the tribal leader, Doda personally explained the contents of the scroll.

The common language of the Mirha tribe, like their accent, is full of variations and unique slang, making it very difficult to understand even with Doda's explanation.

But Heros was eager to put in his utmost effort to study.

Because he had clearly sensed that the Dream Palace was responding, and what he was doing could indeed trigger the power of "Azure".

He couldn't wait to see what "Azure" would be rewarded with.

Half a day later, Heros nodded in satisfaction, indicating that he could take a break for a while. He needed to digest the knowledge he had learned and organize it into his own knowledge system.

After getting a break, Doda, who had been explaining things for half a day, didn't bother to rest and hurried outside the stone house to take advantage of the free time to handle some tribal affairs.

Before long, she returned to the stone house and reported to Heros: "Son of the Golden Dragon Court, future protector of the valley, son of the most righteous, just, and great dragon lord..."

"Forget the truth, just tell me, what's up?"

"Yes, yours..." Daughta began, but then didn't know how to address him.

Heros had never introduced the white dragon, and the white dragon had never given itself a name, so she didn't know what to call it.

So she could only guess that the red dragon of the five-colored dragons was the son of the dragon lord, and the white dragon following behind him should also be.

"Your...brother has run away from the tribe, and we dare not stop him."

Heros felt a little awkward.

brother?

If we look at the birth order, then they are definitely brothers.

But can that be the same?

He was his mother's only son, and Anglu was more like her pet and experiment.

However, Heros was in a good mood and had no intention of correcting the title. Was he going to explain his complicated family relationships to the tribal chief?

"Hill, can you help me bring Anglu back?" Heros asked, turning around.

"No, Master Heros, I must prioritize your safety." Hill refused without hesitation.

Heros was helpless.

After going against Hill's wishes and no longer hiding in the shadows, the "gentle persuasion" approach became ineffective with her.

However, it's not entirely Hill's fault. It was Heros who broke the agreement on his own initiative, and now Hill doesn't know how to face Macaros.

Heros also estimated that the rigid Macaros would not allow Hill to leave his post without permission, and that Heros would have to plead with Seraria after returning to Dragon Court.

"Then I'll go with you and call him back."

Heros got up, spread his wings, and stretched.

After studying magic in the stone house for more than two days, he felt his body was getting stiff.

His movement was significant, because he had been staying in the stone house for the past two days, and the fire element had gathered around him, moving with him.

In addition, he was reading a magic scroll enchanted with fire, which also triggered the fire element that had been stored within for many years, causing it to spontaneously combust.

Fortunately, Doda was the strongest spellcaster in the Milha tribe and was very familiar with this situation, which saved the books.

Heros was somewhat embarrassed, as the red dragon should have had a strong control over the fire element.

However, due to the influence of "Dark Purple", he is currently in a state of excessive fire element attraction and his control is not keeping up, so his actions inevitably cause fire.

This further fueled his desire to trigger other statues as soon as possible and achieve comprehensive development.

Otherwise, if he continues to specialize in "dark purple," he'll turn into a walking fireball.

Wherever it went, everything was burned.

This is not the image a kind red dragon should have.

……

In the Bluewood Forest, in a mountain hollow not far from the Milha tribe, a young white dragon and two figures were lying behind a rock, staring at a Clefthoof bull in the distance.

Inanna had nothing to do these days, and Heros hadn't come out either, only sending someone to tell her to keep an eye on the white dragon, so she could only keep following Anglu.

"My esteemed White Dragon, would you like to hunt that Clefthoof Bull?"

"I am a kind white dragon." Anglu nodded.

After spending these few days together, Inanna was pretty much able to understand what Anglu was trying to say.

Ignore what he says, just listen to his tone and watch his actions.

"Then I'll make a trap right away."

Mokailo has received his mother's orders. His only task now is to serve the guests of the Golden Dragon Court well, as the tribe is about to receive the Dragon Court's favor.

So these days, whatever Bailong eats or plays with in the tribe, he does his best to satisfy him.

Fortunately, the white dragon didn't seem to be as ferocious as he had heard in the legends, nor did he seem to enjoy eating or killing people.

They're surprisingly easy to get along with, just because they eat meat and play with novel tools.

"I am a kind white dragon." Anglu knocked the wooden splinter that Mokailo was sharpening from his hand.

Inanna was a little confused. Although she could understand Anglu's meaning most of the time, she couldn't understand it just by the tone of voice when the meaning was complicated.

"What does Lord White Dragon mean?" she asked Mo Kailuo.

After spending a few days together, she discovered that although Mo Kailuo was savage and crude, his understanding of Bai Long's meaning was sometimes better than hers.

Mo Kailu thought for a moment, put down the wooden spikes, and then took out his bow and arrows.

Anglu still knocked it down.

He pulled out his dagger again, and Anglu knocked it away once more.

Finally, after drawing his longsword, Anglu nodded.

He then picked up the splinter, the bow and arrow, and the dagger, and began to demonstrate them one by one.

He pressed the wooden splinter against his leg and then made a limping motion.

He then placed the bow and arrow against his shoulder, and then made a gesture of covering his shoulder while his arm was hanging in the air.

Then he pressed the dagger against his chest and began to roll around and struggle on the ground.

Finally, he threw away the wooden spikes, bow and arrows, and dagger, and earnestly said to the two men, "I am a kind white dragon."

Inanna: "Do you think these weapons are too weak to be used for hunting?"

Anglu shook his head and said again, word by word, "I am a kind white dragon."

Mo Kailuo paused for a moment, as if he had thought of something, and asked incredulously, "Could it be... that you think a weapon that causes pain is bad, so you want to kill with one blow?"

Anglu was overjoyed. He patted Mokailo on the shoulder and said cheerfully, "I am a kind white dragon."

Inanna: "..."

Mo Kailuo: "..."

If you're truly kind, you can simply choose not to eat it!

How can you hunt if you can't eat but also not make wounds?

This is the shared sentiment of Inanna and Mokello.

Seeing that the white dragon had already climbed onto the rock and was about to spread its wings and go hunting, Mokailo and Inanna had no choice but to prepare to follow.

"call out--!"

Suddenly, a cold light flashed, and before Inanna could react, Anglu's broad dragon wings were already blocking Inanna's head.

Then, a spurt of blood splashed onto her face.

She turned her head slightly and quickly opened her eyes, only to see a flying knife piercing through the dragon's wing and stopping in front of her throat.

She was very familiar with the design of the throwing knife.

It's a throwing knife from the Galahren family!

Inanna immediately realized what had happened and crouched down, hiding in a blind spot on the side of the rock.

But out of the corner of her eye, she saw assassins appearing from all sides.

Upon discovering the attack, Mo Kailuo's bloodline was activated, causing the pale blue veins on his body to bulge menacingly, his sharp teeth popping out of his lips, and his body to temporarily grow taller.

"roar--!"

A deafening roar of a dragon rang out at close range.

Anglu hurled the throwing knife off the dragon's wing, and his icy blue vertical pupils immediately revealed the location of the attacker atop the distant treetop.

"I am a kind white dragon!"

With a roar, the young white dragon sped toward the treetops!