Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

Chapter 612 Learning Dragon Breath

The five young dragons struggled more and more violently. They sensed their own danger and, with wisdom no less than that of human children, began to search for solutions.

The Crystal Dragon was the first to act, hopping and leaping up to the scholar. In the early stages of life, the first thing a young dragon thinks of is seeking help. Crystal flapped its wings in front of the scholar, raised its neck, showed him its mucus-covered mouth, and vividly pretended to be struggling to breathe and about to die.

Then… the scholar put his hands behind his back and silently watched the little fellow. Like the dragon, he was a strict professor, watching the unworthy child dragon tremble in place.

The second was Obsidian Alcalon, but instead of seeking out the Black Dragon Priest, this future glorious dragon warrior lunged at Lyle, intending to take him down with him before he suffocated. Commendable courage, utterly foolish; Nia's tentacles bound him like a caterpillar and tossed him to the ground.

Ruby Immelt thought more than the other baby dragons. She ran to the fire dwarf and acted coquettishly, cleverly hiding behind him so that the dwarf's burly body would block the twilight dragon's view. It seemed that she was also aware of her mother's cruelty.

The white dragon, Poldris, was a young sea dragon. His lungs were larger than his siblings', and his breathing was more prolonged, so he wasn't as anxious as the other young dragons. But he knew that suffocation was inevitable, so he lay there, quietly watching the white dragon priestess, Priscilla.

The dragon priests had deep expectations and affection for their young dragons. Female dragon priests were more likely to exude maternal instincts. Principes and Irason almost simultaneously beckoned to their young dragons, and the white dragon Bordris obediently crawled over.

The Emerald Dragon glanced at the Fairy Dragon Priest who was jumping around anxiously waving, and decided to stay where it was and figure out a solution itself.

The aloof mermaid priest almost ignored the dragon mother's piercing gaze. His frost magic froze the sticky substance in the white dragon's mouth, preparing to break the ice to allow the young dragon to breathe. The cold magic, originating from his own source, stimulated the sea dragon's body, and frost breath instantly erupted from his mouth, roaring out the ice block.

"Our energy can stimulate the bodies of young dragons, helping them learn to breathe faster." The white dragon priest shared this information with the other dragon priests.

“That would increase their dependence on dragon priests. True dragons must learn to solve problems on their own,” Sylvie added abruptly, causing the other dragon priests to hesitate once again.

"Keep it up! Good girl, you can do it!" The red dragon priest clenched his fist, squatting beside Immelt and shouting encouragement. The dwarf's rough, loud voice successfully conveyed his straightforward emotions to the red dragon. The young dragon rolled its eyes and began to exhale with all its might. Unfortunately, learning to breathe was not so easy. Seeing the ruby ​​dragon's breath growing weaker and weaker, Freheimer finally made his move. A ball of blazing fire struck the ruby ​​dragon's thick, short tail when no one was paying attention.

"Yahhhh!!!" The fiery dragon breath she spewed destroyed the adhesive. The little dragon, who had just learned dragon breath, wasn't grateful for the dragon priest's help. Her eyes were filled with tears. The fire-breathing dragon roared and breathed four or five more times at the fire dwarf, completely igniting his whiskers. The angry little dragon was pulled into the dragon priest's arms. "Hahaha, little one, you succeeded! You'll definitely grow into a mighty dragon." Ignoring the burning whiskers and the young dragon's scratches, the red dragon priest loved the energetic little one.

Irason finally caught the Emerald Dragon, and even though Claudia's throat was stuck, she was still unwilling to accept the elf's help, or rather, she didn't think the creature could offer any assistance. She preferred to use her forepaws to pry and scratch, and then, because her forepaws were also pinned down, she was caught by Irason.

The quiet emerald dragon nestled in his arms was like a gem. Irason stroked its back, calming it down, its eyes fixed on her. "Elf druid magic is poor at controlling this ancient tree species, but thankfully I also know withering druid magic. I'll make your slime 'wither.' Claudia, do you hate me? Did Susanna speak ill of me? Impossible."

The venom, which gathers between Irason's veins, is the decaying poison of withered and rotting life. It can quickly dissolve the slime in the mouths of young dragons, but if used in excess, it can also kill dragons.

"Ah, it leaked."

Claudia stared in shock at the panicked elf. She could feel the dangerous substance dripping into her mouth. Her will to survive was fully ignited, and Claudia unleashed her first Nightmare Breath, the venom enveloped in dragon's breath, which she spat out. She even uttered her first word in that childish voice.

"Idiot!" The emerald dragon chased after the errant dragon priest, repeatedly shouting "Idiot!"

Only the Obsidian Whelp and the Crystal Whelp have yet to learn Dragon Breath, each corresponding to one of the two powerful Dragon Priests. In the previous era, they secretly competed over the Dragon Crown. Later, the suppression by the Holy Light led to the unity of the Dragon Priests, but now, a new struggle seems to have begun.

The two dragon priests exchanged forced smiles.

"Brother Omhead, Alcalon looks like he's about to die, aren't you going to help?"

“My brother Morokui, Christo is already convulsing on the ground. He is weak. Can you really be considered a dragon priest if you are so harsh?”

A towering dragon shadow materialized behind the two dragon priests, the power of dragon roars and magic clashing in the air, while on the ground, two young dragons tumbled and struggled.

"Teacher, they're dying."

"Teacher, they are really about to die."

"Teacher, they're about to die."

"Teacher, they're not going to make it."

In their final moments, perhaps in their dying breath, magic and dragon roars engulfed the young dragons. The two dying little dragons learned to breathe, but they were now utterly exhausted. Alcaron and Christo lay on the ground like dead fish, belly up. The two young dragons exchanged glances, and a brotherly bond arose in their innocent souls.

This guy is so pitiful, he must be my brother.

These two old bastards want to kill us.

This vague understanding lies deep within the young dragons' hearts, and subtly interferes with their judgment of themselves as dragon priests throughout their lives.

Both the black dragon priest and the blue dragon priest were panting heavily. After a fierce internal struggle and persevering to the very end, they were under immense psychological pressure.

"As expected of you, Morokui, the spellcaster without emotion."

“No, brother Omhead, the bloodthirsty brutes are far more cruel.”

Silvet was very happy that her child had learned to breathe.

"It's a bit of a pity. I thought my child would definitely be able to learn to breathe properly on his own."

Lyle sensed something else in her words.

"Hill... Sister, could it be that there aren't any baby dragons that can control their breath on their own?"

“It would have happened today, I had full confidence in my children. Ah, now that I think about it, the health of my children is more important than surpassing the dragons of the past. Hmm, I learned that from the dragon priests.”

This mother dragon actually gave her young dragons an impossible task from the very beginning.

Are the dragons doomed? Neither of the dragon fathers and mothers of this generation are reliable.

Lyle expressed deep concern about the future of the dragons.

Chapter 613 Each on Their Own Path

In the following days, the young dragons grew at an unimaginable speed, and Lyle became their playmate. From initially being chased and beaten by Nia, they went on to hunt Lyle together, and eventually, each dragon would chase Lyle alone. It seemed to have become a coming-of-age ceremony agreed upon by the young dragons. In just two weeks, the five young dragons, who were only knee-high to Lyle, had grown into young adults taller than Lyle, and Nia could no longer handle them in simple wrestling.

During the young dragon's short childhood, Lyle, as the dragon father's representative, gave the young dragon many absurd commands that the dragon couple had given out for fun. All of these were attributed to Lyle. In addition, there were occasional ominous signs of suppressing the dragon cubs. Apart from the Emerald Dragon Claudia, the first word the young dragon learned was "Lyle".

The dragon priests occasionally stay by the young dragons' side, and they also need to put thought into nurturing these children with unlimited potential. A new bond tightly connects Lyle and these young dragons.

The black dragon Alcaron, having finished his warm-up challenge against his father, dragged his battered body to receive the healing fire from the red dragon Immelt. He looked up at the emerald dragon Claudia, who was chasing Lyle down the hillside, and felt a little annoyed with his sister.

"Does it take you this long to get Lyle to admit defeat? Claudia, aren't you a little weak?"

A breath of dragon's breath hit the black dragon's face, and the corrosive acid that burned the air hissed on the black dragon's face, but the black dragon was prepared and kept its eyes and nostrils closed, so the acid had little effect on its tough skin.

The Emerald Dragon complained angrily to the brainless Black Dragon, "You all defeated Lyle with your own abilities, but mine was a dream. Don't you know what kind of monster lives in this little necromancer's dream? Dear Alcaron, why don't you try to fight the Omen Avatar? Hopefully, your savage body will be useful in the nightmare."

Wiping the acid from his face, the black dragon didn't refute the green dragon's words. All dragons knew about the so-called hunt; Lyle had held back, and this strength was the reason he was their friend. Somewhat bored, the black dragon used the spike of its tail to lash the back of the crystal blue dragon beside it with lightning speed. However, it missed; the black dragon only shattered the blue dragon's afterimage.

“Christopher, can’t you fight me like a warrior? You’re getting more and more cunning as you grow up.”

The crystal dragon's beautiful body materialized not far away, a magical model swaying between its claws, the entire dragon slumped listlessly. "No, I am a spellcaster. Who would want to fight a muscle-bound fool like you? I already guessed you would fight dragons. Only Immelt could tolerate such an impudent fellow."

“At least Alcaron knows the etiquette of not beating his own healer,” the red dragon said with a hint of melancholy. “Freiheimer told me that I need to leave Dragon Nest for further studies at the Great Forge. My kin and my mission await me, and I’m afraid it will be difficult to gather with you all like this in the future. I’m a little sad and a little uneasy.”

Blue Dragon dismantled the magic model in his hand into fireworks. "Polderis left the dragon's nest for the deep sea before us. There's nothing to be sad about. We all have our own futures. Separation is for a better reunion. I will also be learning magic in the City of Wanderings. Finally, I can have some peace and quiet for a while."

Alcalon laughed heartily, "Omhead will take me to his tribe, endless battles and hunts await me, I can't wait!"

The brothers' optimistic nature dispelled Immelt's melancholy, and not far away, the Emerald Dragon finally caught Lyle, ending this seemingly playful physical race.

“I won, Lyle.”

Her upper body was being held in Claudia's mouth, while her hands and tentacles pried open her upper and lower jaws from inside her mouth.

“Well done, Claudia, but please don’t talk with something in your mouth next time.”

"Who do you think you are, Lyle?"

"Okay, I regret teaching you guys jokes."

Having gained the upper hand, the Emerald Dragon released Lyle and exhaled a vanilla-scented breeze to wipe away the drool from his body. Lyle expressed his gratitude for the Emerald Dragon's cleaning.

"Although I can understand your desire to devour me whole, you are the gentlest one."

“My godmother told me not to spit out your fangs at poisonous creatures until you are sure they are harmless to you.”

"Your godmother? Ira Songn?"

"No, it's Susanna, the governor who has been helping Irason. Actually, she's quite interested in Lyle and hopes you can come visit Dream Forest sometime."

"Give my regards to your godmother. I appreciate her kindness and will visit when I have time." Lyle smiled and walked side by side with Claudia toward the dragon herd. "I'll also visit you. You've entered adolescence, which coincides with the end of my dragon-breeding phase. It's been a short time, but it feels like we've been friends for a long time."

"This friendship will last until one of us grows old."

"Oh, that will be quite a long time."

Lyle's arrival snapped the four dragons out of their languid state. They stood in a semi-circle around Lyle, heads held high, looking down at the human with haughty heads.

“I bet he’s going to give a really passionate speech next,” Alcaron laughed.

“He didn’t bring a prepared speech; I bet he won’t say more than ten sentences.” Christo smiled and bowed to the Dragon King Priest.

The red and green dragons were more reserved and speechless at their brother.

Lyle clapped his hands, attracting the attention of the four dragons.

"All of you here are dragon babies I've beaten up and who have beaten me up. I'm very happy that you've entered the next stage of your lives. It's a pity that Poldris has left, but it's okay, I already expressed my blessings to him when he left."

"You are the generation of hope, the future of dragons. This era is the era of holy light, and it is also your era. Fly, dragons, display your majestic form in this era. Let your race rise, and let the dragons return from history!"

Lyle coughed twice. "Those are the lines your old father instructed me to say. Now, here are my personal instructions."

“Alcalon, Immelt, Christo, Claudia, and Boldris, who isn’t here…”

"You must not be reckless, just stay put. There are too many strong people in this era. If you ever encounter a golden-armored person with glowing wings, don't even think about running away. If all else fails, just say my name... I have a slight connection with the Holy Light Leader."

Lyle's unprecedented seriousness made the young dragon somewhat uneasy.

Christo stopped working on the spell model.

"So he'll spare our lives because of you, Lyle?"

“I’m not sure, but this way I’ll be informed of who died so that your parents can have another one quickly.”

Chapter 614 The Buried Secret Contract

Looking at the dragon's shadow turning into a black dot on the horizon, Lyle stood there muttering to himself.

“They will definitely listen to me. My strange answer just now will definitely have some weight in their minds. Only in this way will they avoid getting into any extra trouble.”

You have shackled the dragon.

“I am the shackles, the choice of the Dragon Mentor and Mr. Raymond.”

Do you know the story of "The Boy Who Cried Wolf"?

"We share the same memories. What are you trying to say, an ominous sign?"

[You've become accustomed to the lich's way of thinking; that last jest isn't actually out of place in your usual vocabulary. You're more detached from humanity, more inclined towards us, than you realize. Your frequent antics only make them think that's your true nature, and your warnings have little effect.]

You have strayed from humanity for far too long.