"A Golden Dragon has trespassed into the Border Area?"
Upon hearing the information from Galos, Red Silver Dragon Deborah blinked, revealing a hint of clear surprise and astonishnt.
"The information is accurate."
Galos’s deep and affirmative voice resonated, saying, "Based on detailed descriptions from followers at multiple outposts, judging by its size and the intensity of its Dragon Qi, it can be largely confird... it’s a Golden Dragon in its youth stage."
A young Golden Dragon... its life level starts at a minimum of level 14.
Depending on specific age differences, the average standard usually stabilizes between levels 14 and 16.
Even innate strong Upper-Rank Dragons, such as Red Dragons, Iron Dragons, and Silver Dragons, have a life level span mainly between levels 13 and 15 during their youth stage.
Generally speaking, they are a level lower than Golden Dragons of the sa age group.
"Currently, almost all adult powerful tal Dragons have been urgently summoned back to their respective Dragon Domains."
Deborah displayed a pensive expression: "A young Golden Dragon not summoned appearing in the Border Area is rare, but not entirely unreasonable."
Her eyes flickered, her speech paused slightly, then she continued: "However, his behavior likely isn’t purely for sothing as shallow as ’blackmailing’."
As a being who also carries the bloodline of a tal Dragon.
Deborah has a profound understanding of the thinking pattern and behavior logic of her kin—especially Golden Dragons—far beyond other dragons.
The Red Iron Dragon nodded slightly, a hint of encouragent in its eyes, indicating that Red Silver Dragon should continue her analysis and judgnt.
After a mont of contemplation, Deborah organized her thoughts and slowly said, "The Golden Dragon Race’s sensitivity to the ’evil’ aura... can be called the crown of the Dragon Race."
"As soon as he steps into the territory of the Border Area, he doesn’t even need to deliberately probe."
"Those pervasive in the air, even if intentionally subdued and diluted, but still stubbornly lingering, the unique scent of Evil Dragons, will inevitably be as conspicuous as a torch in the night and clearly captured by him."
Her Dragon’s Kiss slightly opened and closed, continuing:
"If he relies on this perception, convinced that this land has been secretly taken over and ruled by a dangerous Evil Dragon."
"Then, regardless of whether his true core aim is efficient wealth accumulation, fulfilling the tal Dragon’s duty of ’punishing the wicked and eliminating evil,’ or harboring so deep, hidden sches."
"His primary strategy now would undoubtedly be—to force the hidden ’Evil Dragon’ out."
The voice paused slightly, and the Red Silver Dragon’s tone beca even more determined:
"He is highly likely to employ various ans to force the Evil Dragon’s hand while finding a legitimate excuse for himself."
"Then...."
"Under the banner of ’justice,’ he’ll crush his opponent with the montum of thunder and lightning, and then ’naturally’... take over and rge all the wealth possessed by that Evil Dragon."
tal Dragons inherently lack the inclination and patience to manage followers races.
To maintain the reputation and dignity of ’justice’ and ’Order Guardian,’ they would never use the naked, pillaging tactics similar to the Five-Colored Evil Dragons to amass wealth.
Thus, the question arises—
Where does the tal Dragons’ enviable, magic-glowing wealth treasure trove co from?
Besides occasionally accepting so commissions that fit their stance of justice to earn relatively ’clean’ rewards, the most vital and core source of tal Dragon wealth is "punishing the wicked and eliminating evil."
Especially, they are keen on striking at evil dragons that have accumulated significant resources.
Sotis, a tal Dragon of sufficient strength and patience, if it scents a potential Evil Dragon quietly erging sowhere, amassing power...
They might not imdiately act to kill it in its infancy.
Instead, they would wait like the most seasoned hunter, patiently looking on as the Evil Dragon’s wings grow rich, its territory stabilizes, and its treasure vault fills, then strike at the most opportune mont! Claiming all the hard-earned wealth of the Evil Dragon for themselves.
And among all tal Dragons.
Golden Dragons especially relish this approach.
Not only does it satisfy their intoxicating ’thrill’ when fulfilling justice and punishing evil, but it also brings rich material rewards and lofty acclaim.
Achieving multiple goals in one move.
"Here for the wealth, are we..."
Galos stood on the lookout, its massive dragon head slightly lowered, eyes narrowed, gazing towards the vast Border Area.
"I’m afraid it’s far more than that."
Through the behavior patterns of the young Golden Dragon at the Border Area, which were almost provocatively testing, a premonition beyond the plundering of wealth—a grander and more aggressive one—quietly arose in the heart of the Red Iron Dragon.
The appetite of this Golden Dragon might be far greater than Deborah imagined at this mont.
But in any case, this is the territory of the Molten Iron Tribe! A land Galos conquered with his own hands, and he will never let the Golden Dragon have its way.
It’s just a youth, strong in power, but ultimately just a youth.
It is neither in the powerful adult phase nor the pri stage where experience and magic reach perfection; it’s far from reaching a level that would cause the Master of Molten Iron any apprehension.
"Deborah."
Galos’s deep and robust voice rang out: "Prepare yourself to go with to et your ’noble’ kin."
To be safe, he decided to bring along the Red Silver Dragon.
The Golden Dragon’s perception of the Evil Dragon’s aura is as keen as that of a hunting dog, and his aura, a mix of the Red Iron Dragon Blood, even if carefully restrained, might not perfectly evade the sensitive perception of the young Golden Dragon.
As for Deborah... the Concealnt Spell she mastered, derived from the Silver Dragon lineage, precisely serves as the needed shield at this mont.
"Great! Great!"
Upon hearing this, Deborah’s eyes instantly lit up with an eager glow, her sharp dragon teeth imperceptibly clattering with excitent: "I’ve long disliked those Golden Dragons who think they’re the noblest beings in the Multiverse!"
Usually, the tal Dragon Race stands united against various threats.
But internally, among different tal dragon species, there is a deeply rooted competition and subtle hierarchy.
The Silver Dragon tribe has never ceased to aspire to challenge the Golden Dragon’s status as the ’pinnacle of tal Dragons.’
Flowing with the blood of the Red Silver Dragon, Deborah, upon hearing that a Golden Dragon has landed on this land, imdiately felt the competitive instinct of the Silver Dragon lineage ignite within her blood.
Moreover, back in the Boiling Sea Dragon Domain, Deborah was not without contact with Golden Dragons of her age.
Those Golden Dragons were indeed friendly, gentle, and courteous in communication.
However, without exception... during conversations and interactions with her, those Golden Dragons invariably exuded a faint yet unmistakable sense of superiority as if it was innate.
That feeling was akin to a true ancient noble, out of good manners, deliberately ’lowering themselves’ to speak with commoners rather than genuinely engaging in equal conversation.
This subtle but real sense of disparity always lingered in the proud Red Silver Dragon’s heart with a touch of discontent.
"And ! I’m in too!"
A voice, clear as a silver bell yet laden with a strong fighting spirit, suddenly rang out. The colorful Elf Dragon Vera flew over, hovering in front of Galos and Deborah.
"Let’s defeat that arrogant Golden Dragon! Let him witness the power of the Ignas Family!"
She announced loudly, waving her little claws.
In response to the sudden appearance of the young Golden Dragon, it’s almost as if the dragons of the Molten Iron Tribe have all mobilized.
This lineup... also gives ample face and ceremony to this ’representative of the tal Dragon pinnacle.’
Galos looked at the energetic Elf Dragon and the battle-ready Red Silver Dragon, and smiled.
"Alright."
He agreed in a deep voice.
"Vera, stick close to Deborah."
With that, the Red Iron Dragon cast his gaze toward the outside of Dragon Valley.
It was already early dawn, and the deep night had not fully receded. The vast sky was like a huge piece of ink-drenched gray-black velvet, heavily covering the land. However, beneath that distant horizon, an almost imperceptible yet unyielding light blue dawn was quietly erging.
"Dawn is approaching."
Alberto faintly smiled, retracting his gaze from the sky, hovering silently in mid-air.
"Steel, sulfur, ice... the scent of an Evil Dragon is getting closer and closer."
"Ha, more interesting than anticipated; I didn’t expect so many Evil Dragons to be entrenched here, quite impressive."
Slling the increasingly strong and approaching scent in the air.
The young Golden Dragon Alberto made no retreat, nor did he rush into action. Despite being in unfamiliar territory, he rely hovered there, like a host waiting for distinguished guests, awaiting the approach of the Evil Dragons.
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