Not long after, four young dragons had completely divided the giant elephant among themselves, their bloated bellies finally bringing them a long-lost sense of satisfaction.
Feeling the fullness and comfort in their bellies, the young dragons lazily sprawled on the ground, enjoying this rare and pleasant ti after a al.
However, the tranquility lasted for less than a minute before the White Dragon’s icy voice exploded like a thunderclap again.
"Who gave you permission to rest?!" Trish suddenly swung her Dragon Wings, whipping up a piercingly cold wind that swept over the young dragons, making them shiver and instantly sober: "Get up, all of you!"
She let out a low dragon roar.
The Ogres waiting on the side imdiately heaved and brought over large and extrely heavy chunks of tal.
Under the confused and bewildered gazes of the young dragons, the White Dragon coldly ordered, "Consider these lumps of iron your enemies! Use your bodies as weapons! Hit them!"
She had once witnessed firsthand Galos’s self-torturous training thods.
She had also tried it herself a few tis but quickly gave up due to the unbearable monotony and pain.
However, using a similar thod to "train" these energetic little ones seed more than appropriate.
Using their bodies to hit these hard iron stones? It was almost equivalent to self-harm!
The young dragons looked at each other, their faces full of hesitation and reluctance, and not one dragon moved imdiately.
"What, haven’t you seen the unparalleled and ferocious power when Master of Red Wings Galos descends from the sky, like a teor hitting?"
Trish’s voice suddenly rose, saying, "That terrifyingly strong physique is forged from continuously hitting mountains and ground day and night, wounding themselves countless tis, shattering their Dragon Scales again and again, making their muscles and bones repeatedly crack, cycling countless tis through the agony of tearing and the tornt of healing!"
"Don’t you want to step on so day? Don’t you long to beco an unrivaled, powerful Dragon Race?"
She raised her tail, the sharp tip precisely pointing at the cold tal blocks: "Then stop talking and start by hitting them!"
Hearing Trish’s highly provocative words, especially the promise of "stepping on ," Red Dragon Kahill was the first to let out a resentful low roar.
She gathered all her strength, and like a burning cannonball, fiercely slamd into the largest piece of iron stone.
"Clang——!"
A deafening loud sound erupted, and Kahill was shaken dizzy by the massive counterforce, several pieces of her Dragon Scales instantly shattered, while so cobweb-like cracks appeared on the hard surface of the iron stone.
Imdiately, the heavy and continuous banging sounds echoed ceaselessly across the open ground.
The young Dragon Race gritted their sharp teeth, enduring excruciating pain, as they fiercely slamd their not yet fully grown bodies against those cold and hard iron stones ti and again.
When they felt exhausted, nearly collapsing on the ground, barely catching a breath, they were cruelly pulled up by the White Dragon again, forcing them to fly with weights, continuing to train their crucial flying skills and endurance.
Although the training intensity was far from matching Galos’s non-dragon standards.
But White Dragon Trish basically copied Galos’s thod entirely, setting a stringent training plan for these young dragons.
Whoosh——!
With a sudden gust of strong wind, the ground was covered in a gigantic shadow.
Red Dragon Samantha and Iron Dragon Solrog hovered briefly in low air before landing steadily on the vast platform of the third layer of Burning Steel Castle.
Iron Dragon Solrog scanned below, montarily pausing on those young dragons undergoing arduous training, then withdrew his gaze, walking steadily into the fortress.
"To the council chamber."
His deep and penetrating voice simultaneously echoed directly in the minds of several dragons.
The young dragons looked up, their gaze casting towards the towering, massive, almost burning steel fortress—Burning Steel Castle.
They steadied their sowhat chaotic spirits, and under the lead of White Dragon Trish, flew with flapping wings towards the high platform on the third layer.
Inside Burning Steel Castle, the majestic council chamber.
As the young dragons entered the vast space one by one, several elder dragons were already waiting there.
Red Dragon Samantha and Iron Dragon Solrog were perched on stone platforms at either side of the council chamber, one on the left, the other on the right, and in front of them, sitting on the Golden Throne at the deepest part of the hall, symbolizing supre power, was the fierce and majestic Master of Molten Iron.
What shook the young dragons’ hearts even more, making them feel a twinge of unease.
In this core eting place belonging to the Five-Colored Evil Dragon, a mixed-blood tal Dragon exuding dragon aura was surprisingly seated.
The huge body of the other dragon even surpassed Red Dragon Samantha and Iron Dragon Solrog.
The innate hostility and vigilance rooted in their bloodline instincts made the young dragons subconsciously want to let out a threatening low growl, but the solemn and heavy atmosphere in the council chamber suppressed them, forcing them to restrain.
Although filled with extre curiosity and confusion inside.
No elder dragon explained why a mixed-blood tal Dragon appeared there.
"Sit."
From the Golden Throne, the Red Iron Dragon spoke calmly, his voice resonating in the spacious hall.
The council chamber was extrely huge and spacious, and the newly arrived young dragons, following instructions, each sat properly on the giant stone platforms big enough for adult dragons to lay on, and their gaze involuntarily focused on the Red Iron Dragon on the throne.
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