Red Dragon, but chosen by all four gods

In the forest on the west side of Baihe Valley.

A six-person team arrived from Dragon's Nest and officially entered the territory of White River Valley.

As the terrain gradually slopes down, the trees become denser, providing even better cover for their figures.

Under Tarek's orders, the group all opted for lightweight leather armor from Macalos and wore brown cloaks and hoods to completely conceal their figures.

They deliberately avoided the main road leading to Baihe Valley and instead approached it from the wilderness.

Such a cautious arrangement inevitably means traveling several more days and facing even harsher travel conditions.

The forest, which had just been rained on, was filled with mud and sewage, making it even more difficult for the group to move forward.

Leading the group was a smaller dragonborn, whose bestial form was more pronounced, who was at the very front of the group.

He was from the western part of Baihe Valley and was familiar with the area, so he was responsible for leading the way and providing early warnings.

Big guys like Ezekiel stay in the center of the group to avoid giving away the whole team.

Tarek walked at the very back, responsible for bringing up the rear.

"Damn Tarek, how long are we going to walk like this!"

Izek forcefully pulled his boots out of the mud puddle; he was quite dissatisfied with Tarek's decision.

Moreover, because he was the largest, he inevitably bumped and scraped more than others on the same route.

Although it's unlikely to cause injury, it will inevitably get covered in mud, grass, and the corpses of unknown insects on the tree trunk.

Tarek ignored him, which fueled Izek's growing dissatisfaction, and he soon broke off a branch.

The branch broke, and rainwater immediately poured down, soaking his lower body.

The two dragonborn who got wet didn't say anything, they just wiped their faces and continued to move forward in silence.

Although Izek couldn't defeat Tarek, as the first dragonborn to be modified by the dragon lord Heros, the conditions for his modification were without regard to cost, making him far stronger than other dragonborn.

Born into a family of hardened criminals, they share a common belief—might makes right.

Tarek, whom Izek most wanted to provoke, easily dodged his little trick.

"Izek, we are currently carrying out the Dragon Lord's mission," Tarek reminded him.

Izek muttered a few words, but didn't say anything. He just kept walking forward in silence, impatiently pushing aside the branches blocking his way with his two thick arms.

They received the blood of the true dragon and have a natural dependence on and loyalty to the dragon lord.

While not as absolute as Seraria's Dragonborn, it still transcends ordinary oaths of allegiance.

Seeing Izek's state, Tarek sighed, "Levin, go find a place for us to camp and rest for a while."

"Okay," the short man at the front replied.

Levin quickly found a place to rest.

The group followed him to a mound where a layer of gray-brown rock jutted out from the slope, forming a natural rain shelter.

Under Tarek's command, the group quickly set up a small camp and began to rest.

……

In the distance, Heros and Macaros were watching the six-person team's every move through a magical mirror.

After the six-man squad left the dragon's lair, Heros and Macaros's team quickly caught up with them.

Most of the dragonborn forces had already arrived near Galahren Castle and were lying in ambush, waiting for the dragonborn of Heros to "stir up trouble".

"Tsk."

Heros was somewhat dissatisfied: "That idiot Izek has slowed us down again."

Makaros unusually offered an explanation: "It's not his fault."

"Dragon descendants who inherit the blood of a true dragon are easily drawn to the dragon lord; it's their instinct."

"He was the first dragonborn you converted, but it's clear you favored Tarek more, which makes him inevitably anxious and insecure."

Heros glanced at him sideways and asked jokingly, "You know so much, have you ever felt anxious or insecure yourself?"

"certainly."

Macaros frankly admitted, "Although I was the first dragonborn my master transformed into, and the one who followed her the longest, I wasn't the only one she loved back then. Therefore, I was also jealous of a brother who was favored by my master."

"And then?"

"Later..." Makaros's eyes drooped slightly, "he died."

"He died when his master entered his youth and was in a state of slumber, using his life to block his master's enemies."

Heros's expression also turned serious, and he was no longer in the mood for jokes.

After a moment, Macaros broke the silence:

"However, the Dragon Lord's favor has its reasons; that Tarek did a pretty good job."

Heros nodded: "I didn't order him to be so cautious, but everything he did was from my perspective."

"Although it's possible to demand people from the Galahren family directly, he has clearly considered how he can complete my mission if the Galahren family intends to rebel against me."

"This also aligns with our objectives; after all, the more realistic the bait, the better."

"That's exactly right."

Macaros added, "His mind was not just on fulfilling the Dragon Lord's orders, but also on how to bring the Dragon Lord's servants back to the Dragon Nest intact."

"Given time, perhaps he can become Young Master Heros's right-hand man."

"Then I'll entrust him to you. You can help me teach him properly." Heros smiled.

Upon hearing this, Macaros said somewhat helplessly, "Young Master Heros, I'm really busy. Please don't assign me any more work, okay?"

……

While Heros and Macaros were chatting, at the back of the group, the black dragon Fodor and the blue dragon Magron were huddled together next to the white dragon Anglu.

"Now that we've arrived at Baihe Valley, where is that forest you mentioned earlier?"

Anglu scratched his head, seemingly unable to remember, which made the two young dragons anxious.

Mortar is currently standing close to Heros, and if Heros discovers her, Mortar might interfere to prevent the two baby dragons from receiving the "gift".

They both knew that the Green Dragon was capable of such a thing.

"I remember……"

The two baby dragons stretched their necks and listened intently.

"It's over there... in the direction the river flows."

The two young dragons looked in the direction of the direction and saw that Anglu was pointing to the White River flowing in the distant mountains.

In other words, it's in the south.

The two fledgling dragons exchanged a glance, then quietly broke away from the group and flew off towards the Bluewood Forest.

All of this naturally did not escape the notice of the Dragonborn Guardians, and soon the departure of the two young dragons was reported to Macaros and Heros.

As far as Macaros was concerned, apart from Heros, who was his master's acknowledged "son," the other five chromatic dragons were just kept by Heros for fun, so he didn't care what they wanted.

After thinking about it for a moment, Heros didn't pay any attention to it.

The five-colored dragons naturally dislike being confined, and since they rarely leave their dragon nests, they may want to wander around.

In any case, he was just an observer in the matter of the Galahren family; everything was within Macaros's plan.

Let them have some fun, it doesn't matter.

As a dragon, even a fledgling one, if one's life could be easily taken by monsters in the wilderness, then it would be better to die.

Macalos readily agreed, and assigned a skilled dragonborn guard to follow them, instructing them to return to the dragon's lair when the time came.