Gradually, three dragon shadows of different colors tore through the brightening sky and finally hovered a hundred yards away from Alberto, forming a triangular formation.
Iron Dragon Solrog occupied the center, its scales as dark as iron reflecting the chill of morning light; Red Dragon Samantha coiled on the right, each fiery scale seed to flow with lava; the entirely pale White Dragon Trish was on the left, its crystal-like scales glinting with dangerous cold light.
"Iron Dragon, Red Dragon, and... White Scales."
Alberto’s golden eyes slightly contracted, his dragon whiskers quivering.
Though he was ntally prepared, witnessing with his own eyes the alliance of three upper-level Evil Dragons with vastly different habits still made his Dragon Heart skip a beat inside his chest.
Dragons outside the Blue Dragon usually acted independently.
To make these fierce Evil Dragons set aside their inherent mistrust and competition, there must be a very strong leader among them.
Alberto’s golden slit pupil reflected the figure of Iron Dragon Solrog.
The young Golden Dragon’s mind raced, making precise judgnts.
The Iron Dragon before him, its face stern and sharp, gaze deep and abyss-like, calmly occupied the center among the three dragons.
The aura it emitted and its naturally conveyed deanor were remarkably distinct from the other two dragons, subtly exuding a leader’s deserved authority and sense of command.
Iron Dragon Solrog spoke first, confirming Alberto’s observation.
"Good day, esteed Golden Dragon, who has co a long way."
His voice was exceptionally deep, resembling two ancient, heavy iron ores squeezing and grinding against each other deep within a mine, rough yet substantial.
Yet beneath this primitive ruggedness lay a subtle force inexplicably able to stir the ripple of emotions deep within one’s soul.
He maintained basic etiquette with a greeting, followed imdiately by a straightforward, unquestionable inquiry:
"What is your purpose in this Border Area?"
Heart Dragon?
They are rare in this material world.
Alberto’s thoughts flashed through his mind like lightning.
When facing intelligent beings, a Golden Dragon’s usual strategy was often to engage in intimidation or "civilized" communication, using it to gain the upper hand in montum and reason before taking actual action.
At this mont, he clearly sensed a condensed and active wave of Spiritual Energy emanating from Iron Dragon Solrog, keenly aware that the other possessed notable mastery in the domain of the mind.
"Because..."
Young Golden Dragon Alberto’s Dragon’s Kiss curled into a subtly aggressive arc.
"I caught the scent of—" he took a deep breath, his voice low, while his pair of golden slit pupils suddenly erupted with dazzling light capable of burning through the soul, his face instantly becoming impressively majestic and unchallengeable, like a divine adjudicator descending with punishnt.
"—the most extre evil!!!"
The final words almost turned into a thunderous roar tearing through the skies: "You dare to enslave those innocent beings, turning this land, which should be abundant, into an Evil Dragon hunting ground for your wanton feasting!"
More oppressive than words was the surging, tide-like palpable Dragon’s Roar washing over.
One of the Golden Dragon’s usual strategies: intimidation to assert dominance!
If there were other ordinary creatures here, they would now surely be stunned into blankness of mind, overwheld with fear, even if they were fellow Dragons, and if their age and life level were far inferior to Alberto, they should instinctively feel terror, their consciousness seized.
However.
The ensuing sight sparked a subtle ripple within Alberto’s heart for the first ti.
The three dragons before him—the adolescent Red Dragon and Iron Dragon, and the White Dragon appearing to be in its pri—none showed signs like raising their Dragon Scales, uncontrollably trembling bodies, or reactive threatening low growls.
They were unnaturally calm...
As if they had endured such intense Dragon’s Roar more than once before, the calmness born from experience as solid as a rock.
"Evil?"
Iron Dragon Solrog lifted its head covered in thick scales, eting the Golden Dragon’s heavily oppressive gaze head-on without flinching.
"We make the cunning goblins cease their thieving, teach the proud centaurs to abandon their roadside plundering habits, force the dull Ogres to learn trading with ore instead of smashing the skulls of passing rchants with brute force."
He said, "Such order, in your eyes as an ’noble’ Golden Dragon, counts as... evil?"
Alberto sneered at this, his dragon head contemptuously swaying slightly.
"Iron Dragon, spare your hypocritical sophistry; playing with words before is aningless, you are rely using a flimsy veil of so-called ’order’ to poorly mask the cold truth of evil governance."
Despite his visit also being for the purpose of ruling the Border Area.
Yet in the young Golden Dragon’s perception, his "rule" and the Iron Dragon’s "rule" differed fundantally in nature.
The Golden Dragon’s rule represents a blueprint of light, justice, and prosperity.
While the Iron Dragon’s rule in his view was no different from blatant—enslavent, a wicked act that must be eradicated!
"Stop pretending here!"
Red Dragon Samantha fiercely snorted out two sulfurous smoke streams mixed with sparks, eyes burning with unrestrained impatience and fierce battle intent.
In the perception of most mortals and even other creatures, Red Dragons are often seen as evil opposites to Silver Dragons.
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