Red Dragon, but chosen by all four gods

The dragon's lair was unusually noisy. Only two squads of dragonborn guards remained to guard the lair, while the rest were fully prepared for battle.

Heros stood beside Macalos, watching with great interest as the Dragonborn Guards assembled and donned their armor.

Before undergoing conversion, the Dragonborn Guardians were all powerful figures who were chosen by Macalos, and therefore they were skilled in a wide variety of weapons and equipment.

"You told me that Mother has some enemies who are looking for an opportunity to attack us."

"Have these enemies already lurked an army on the Gem Islands?"

"Heros asked curiously."

Seraria's dragonborn guards are all true powerhouses capable of taking on a hundred men single-handedly, and this was the first time he had ever seen them come out in full force.

"No, although they do have an army, it's just small-scale fighting now."

"No one dares to make any big moves until they confirm that their master is trapped in the Dragon's Rest and unable to attack."

A cold smile crept across Makaros's rigid face:

"Otherwise, their master would have come knocking long ago and burned their lair to the ground."

"Then why are we sending out our entire force?"

Makaros explained, "They may not be many, but they are all like rats in the gutter, each one harder to find than the last."

"The two abyssal rifts created on the Weilding Plains last time were their doing."

"In order to cover my tracks, I deliberately stopped the investigation after eating the bait they had thrown into the White Mist Forest. After a while, I secretly resumed the investigation under the pretext of handling other territory affairs, and finally found a clue."

"So, we absolutely cannot let them get away this time."

Heros nodded: "With Mother gone, aren't we short-handed?"

"The seal on the Dragon's Nest Treasury was set up by the master himself, and even I cannot break it."

Makaros explained.

"Besides that, the most important person in the Dragon's Nest is Young Master Heros. As long as you act with us, there's nothing to worry about regarding the rest."

"So that's why you agreed to let my dragonborn cause trouble at Galahren Castle, just to stir up trouble in my name and see if you could find any trace of them?"

Heros smiled thoughtfully: "I see. No wonder you asked me if I wanted to go out for a walk this time. I thought you had changed your mind."

"This is a last resort."

Macalos's expression somber: "It is my responsibility. Sooner or later I will build a true dragon's nest for my master... instead of this humble dwelling."

Upon hearing this, Heros curled his lip indifferently.

Unlike the red dragon, which prefers a rugged lifestyle, the golden dragon does indeed have higher requirements for its dwelling.

Generally speaking, they would arrange for themselves to have beautiful waterfalls, caves with flowing underground lakes, magnificent cave interiors, and exhibition halls filled with countless treasures...

Besides these environmental requirements, what's even more expensive is the wide-area maze barrier covering the entire dragon's nest, which can block most external enemies.

But, the prerequisite is that you have to have money.

Heros truly understood this. Although he didn't know how much treasure Seraria possessed in her vault, he could tell from the simple environment of the dragon's nest that she didn't have much.

Moreover, she was obsessed with transforming the five-colored dragon from its soul, and was constantly consuming enormous amounts of magical materials.

Of course, Seraria also overcame a problem that most dragons struggle to overcome—her possessiveness of treasure wasn't that strong.

From this perspective, Heros felt that Seraria truly deserved to be called a dragon capable of great things.

But isn't everything Heros is doing just to make money?

Once enough power and an administrative system are gathered, the feudal system of this trench will be shattered, and the wealth of the Gem Islands will be highly concentrated in the Dragon's Nest.

In the future, he wants to build a real golden dragon palace.

……

Blue Dragon Magron and Black Dragon Furdom teamed up.

Since Mortal received the "gift," she has become visibly stronger almost every day.

This made the two young dragons extremely anxious, and they gradually became unable to stay close to her anymore.

They didn't want to be humiliated by Motar, and Motar had already looked down on them both, choosing to be beautiful on their own.

The only thing that comforted them was that Mortar became even more arrogant after receiving the "gift" and wanted to trample Anglu underfoot.

As a result, Bai Long pinned him to the ground and knocked out several of his teeth.

"My brother wants to take us away from the Dragon's Nest to see the noble lords of White River Valley. Do you know what happened?" Maglen asked.

"No matter what it is, I will treat it as a test for my brother."

Furdom said expressionlessly, "Unless you no longer want to fight for your brother's 'gift'."

"A gift...who wouldn't want to have a gift?"

Maglen lay prone on the ground, staring intently at Heros's retreating figure in the distance:

"I can't take another day of this humiliation from that bitch, Mortal!"

Faldom didn't reply, but lay down like him, watching Heros's back. The two dragons fell silent.

Just then, a white figure approached and completely blocked the sunlight from their heads.

—It's Anglu.

His dragon body was almost as robust as Heros's, and he was already twice the size of the two hatchlings.

Are you guys watching Heros too?

"Yes," Maglen replied casually.

Although Anglu is the strongest of the hatchlings besides Heros.

Unlike Motar's sharp tongue, Anglu had a very good temper and rarely beat them.

Therefore, the two young dragons were not afraid of him.

Of course, they also thought that this good temper might be due to the white dragon's low intelligence.

He doesn't understand sarcastic or sarcastic remarks; he won't get angry unless you directly insult him.

Of course, as a white dragon, Anglu's high intelligence at the hatchling stage is probably due to the effects of the golden dragon's true blood during hatching.

Ferdom, however, was somewhat puzzled: "Why did you say 'also'?"

"When I have nothing to do, I like to stare at Heros."

Anglu also lay down, his tall body causing the ground to tremble slightly.

"Don't you think Heros's scales are beautiful?"

As he spoke, Anglu licked his lips.

"this……"

Maglen raised his head blankly and glanced at Ferdom.

Heros was indeed very handsome, more so than most of the rugged red dragons in their inherited memories.

But the word "beautiful"...

Ferdom tilted his head as well, looking somewhat bewildered.

Suddenly, he seemed to understand something, but he immediately shook his head, denying his own idea.

Incidentally, he felt a little crazy about why he was trying to understand what a white dragon was thinking.

As a black dragon with extraordinary wisdom, one cannot assume that the white dragon is a normal dragon simply because it can have normal conversations with him!

Ferdom took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly, intending to end the conversation as soon as possible.

It would be troublesome if the White Dragon's intelligence were corrupted.

"We're about to head to Baihe Valley, so let's hurry and pack some food."

"Oh, right, bring some food." Anglu's attention was indeed diverted by Faldom, and he got up from the ground.

"I remember getting particularly hungry after my last trip to White River Valley with Heros, so I need to bring plenty of food this time..."

Anglu muttered to himself as he left, but both baby dragons stared wide-eyed.

"What do you think he's saying is...?" Maglen asked.

Furdom replied affirmatively: "White River Valley, he received the 'gift' there last time!"

"Quick, we need to get the details out of him!" Maglen scrambled to his feet and ran toward Anglu.

Ferdom followed with equally eager eyes.