The slanted sunlight at three in the afternoon filtered through the coniferous forest, casting speckles of gold on the surface of the sulfur spring.
Samantha lay lazily on the warm rock, stirring the spring water with the tip of her tail; her ruby-like scales shimred with deep and shallow hues under the ripples.
Right in front of her.
So little toys made of tal were fiercely clanging and clashing in battle.
The most nurous were the humans, outlined by a few tal strips, and then there was a ’Red Dragon,’ intricately shaped, like a single piece of tal die-cast, coated with sothing resembling red paint.
Without exception.
They all had tiny alchemy runes on them, providing them with energy to move.
Under Samantha’s eager control, the ’Red Dragon’ and the ’Human Legion’ were engaged in a fierce battle.
The mighty ’Red Dragon’ soared through the sky, sweeping away the humble, pitiful humans.
Elf Dragon Vera, dusted with gold powder, played the role of the ’Golden Dragon Ally’ of the human legion.
Whenever the pitiful human legion was about to be annihilated, on the verge of collapse.
’Golden Dragon’ Vera would appear to battle the ’Red Dragon’ fiercely.
This was their latest hobby.
Ever since being inspired by Galos last ti.
Samantha has been learning alchemy more seriously and attentively, though still unable to match Galos in diligence, she no longer seed like an ordinary red dragon.
At least she was no longer lazy, consciously and independently delving into and learning inherited knowledge.
In her leisure ti.
Besides alchemy, she would also train her body.
As she spent more ti with Galos.
Though a bit slow-witted, Samantha gradually realized that Galos’s strength seed to co from his relentless, self-torturing training day and night.
That was not just a hobby.
She couldn’t reach Galos’s level.
But simply saying goodbye to a lazy routine could also allow her growth to exceed that of an ordinary red dragon.
Ordinary dragons can also make progress and grow through training.
Especially red dragons, known for their physique, though their growth is not as significant as Galos.
Moreover.
Samantha’s alchemy has improved a level, allowing her to make simple, moving little things.
She gradually beca enthusiastic about manipulating these toys for gas and despised the childish antics of Elf Dragon Vera who played with ants.
Not long after.
The Elf Dragon, in exchange for addressing Samantha as the Great Red Dragon Queen every ti they t, gained the privilege to play new gas with Samantha.
"Foolish tal Dragon, as a noble Dragon Race, you actually allied with humans to deal with your own kind."
Samantha growled in a low voice, manipulating the Red Dragon to slaughter the human legion:
"I will make you realize the painful consequences of opposing a Red Dragon!"
Elf Dragon Vera, covered in gold powder, shimred brilliantly in the sunlight.
She cast an illusion technique on herself, appearing very much like a Golden Dragon at first glance, though being too small in size.
"Wicked Red Dragon Queen, you are guilty of every evil deed imaginable."
"I shall represent justice in punishing you!"
Elf Dragon even pinched her voice, making it sound authoritative and deep as she fearlessly faced the enemy.
With a mighty headbutt, she sent the unsuspecting ’Red Dragon’ flying out, unable to get up from the ground.
At the sa ti, Samantha’s ears twitched slightly.
She heard approaching sounds, which distracted her earlier.
In the distance, the familiar sound of wings tearing through the air echoed, two in number.
Samantha was familiar with one of them, followed by two dragon scents drifting with the wind.
Similarly.
Samantha was most familiar with one of them, a scent like iron yet like fiery flas, it slled as if it belonged to the Fla Monarch sitting upon the Iron Throne.
The other was purely the scent of an Iron Dragon, a strong sll of rust.
This rusty sll was sowhat unfamiliar at first.
But amid the unfamiliarity, there was a faint, inexplicable sense of familiarity that made Samantha feel puzzled.
She raised her fierce and powerful red dragon head, looking toward the sky.
Two dragons ca into view.
The prominent, strong black dragon shadow flying in the front, tearing through the clouds, was all too familiar to her.
And behind Galos, was another black dragon shadow, its entire body of dragon scales reflecting a dull iron-gray sheen in the sunlight, hard and cold.
"Samantha, look at whom I’ve found."
Galos’s figure skimd the treetops, the red scales on his wings seed like burning embers.
He folded his wings, sitting in front of Samantha.
The other Iron Dragon landed a bit clumsily.
Samantha squinted her eyes, like a cat seeing a strong light, her pupils beca a narrow slit, her expression sowhat surprised: "Solrog?!"
The Iron Dragon’s eyes were scrutinizing Samantha.
It was also a bit surprised, not expecting Samantha to be following Galos as well.
Red Dragons are the most arrogant of the Dragon Race, they believe themselves to be born rulers, and from birth, the purpose of other creatures’ existence is to listen to their orders and bow down to them.
Red Dragons prefer solitude to living in groups.
If they must live with other dragons, then the Red Dragon must occupy a dominant position.
Unless, through certain events or influences, their temperant has changed significantly.
"Samantha, my dear sister, it’s been a long ti."
The Iron Dragon bared its teeth and grinned.
It noticed Samantha’s bright, flawless scales and her agile figure, and said, "It seems the wilderness nourishnt is excellent, you’ve grown a lot stronger than in your youth."
Hearing this.
Samantha couldn’t help recalling the words the Iron Dragon said when she was just one year old, dismissing her.
"Samantha! My foolish and frail sister, a weak Red Dragon like you will never survive past juvenile stage, pledge your allegiance to the great King of Iron, and I will lead you to the pinnacle of the wilderness."
The red dragon snorted red-hot sparks from her nostrils.
She reached out with her claw to poke at her brother’s damaged wing mbrane, her gaze scanning the slightly swollen body due to injury, sneering with mockery.
"Indeed, the wilderness nourishnt is excellent—you’re so fat you can’t even fly anymore."
Solrog’s smile froze for a mont.
But to Samantha’s surprise.
Her Iron Dragon brother didn’t fly into a rage or beco furious, as if he had previously endured greater humiliation, his expression only montarily froze before returning to naturalness.
"To be precise, it was from getting beaten by ogres."
Solrog shrugged his dragon wings and said.
He chose to face his failures rather than escape reality.
It felt like punching into cotton, not getting the desired response.
Samantha snorted lightly and turned to Galos.
Galos elegantly folded his wings and said, "This ’King of Iron’ has decided to join us, to beco one of us, he will assist in managing the territory and clan."
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