Garoth and Sorog shared the sa iron dragon heritage.
When he heard about the Bloodkin Chain, he basically understood its effects and purpose.
The Bloodkin Chain, this mind spell with extrely obvious pros and cons, allowed the Ignas brothers to communicate more quickly and efficiently even when separated across different locations. As the mind sorcerer's level increased, links could be established upward with parents and elders, and downward with descendants and offspring.
"At my current sorcerer level, the Bloodkin Chain can only connect among peers."
"But this is already sufficient for our use."
Iron Dragon Sorog said: "Before going to the Venomtail Tribe, I plan to first construct the Bloodkin Chain, so we can communicate in real-ti on the ntal level."
He paused, then continued: "When anchoring bloodkin through bloodline, the target will sense it."
"Rember not to resist too much, otherwise the link will fail."
Garoth nodded slightly: "I know, you can proceed with preparations. Rember to notify Samantha first, otherwise she'll bare her claws and fangs, roaring to shred your link with her spirit."
The projection ended.
Thinking about the Bloodkin Chain's effects, Garoth suddenly thought of Gordon, who had always been missing among the Ignas brothers.
"All along, we haven't known whether Gordon was dead or alive. Now through the Bloodkin Chain we should be able to confirm."
He estimated that even if Gordon had miraculously survived, he was probably living a life of hiding and evasion.
anwhile.
Iron Dragon Sorog began constructing the spell.
He was currently at the forrly destroyed Steelspike Outpost that Garoth had wrecked.
After reconstruction and restoration, this place had been redeployed with nurous guards. As it was a critical defensive node and basically located in the central southern position, making it convenient to reach other stations, the Iron Dragon personally stationed himself here to maintain control.
Iron Dragon Sorog stood on the rebuilt central high platform, his feet on reinforced tal ground.
Taking a deep breath, Iron Dragon Sorog closed his eyes, and low, ancient draconic language erged from deep within his throat, the syllables heavy like anvils striking each other, echoing throughout the outpost.
For sorcerer spellcasting, incantations weren't strictly necessary.
However, auxiliary incantations could enhance spell effects.
As the incantation was chanted, Iron Dragon Sorog's heartbeat gradually beca slow and heavy, his breathing nearly ceasing, yet his body radiated intense spiritual energy light, appearing like glazed white light in the visual spectrum.
Imdiately after.
The Iron Dragon's front claws slowly raised, sharp claw tips scraping across his own chest. With a grating, piercing sound, they cut a deep wound through the hard iron scales.
Dragon blood flowed out but didn't drip.
It suspended in the air, transforming into fine threads of blood, flowing and intertwining like molten iron, then disappearing into nothingness.
Sorog's spirit sank deep into his bloodline, following the call of blood to search for kin who shared his origin and generation.
—First, Garoth.
Through ntal level observation in the spiritual realm, Iron Dragon Sorog 'saw' an incredibly resilient red iron dragon ntal form, as rugged and substantial as his physical body.
Robust, magnificent, every scale vivid and lifelike, possessing an indestructible texture.
His gaze was calm, body slightly lowered, claws and fangs concealed, posture seemingly defensive and retreating, yet with front claws slightly extended, hind limbs slightly bent, wings spread open, all muscles beneath scales tensed.
"Cautious and careful, yet always ready for battle."
"Truly worthy of Garoth."
Iron Dragon Sorog thought to himself.
The ntal form's posture could to so extent reflect the main body's personality.
He had no doubt that Garoth's ntal form could instantly shred his spiritual energy.
In Dragon Valley, not far but not close either, the Red Iron Dragon was resting and waiting while lying down. Suddenly, he felt his heart tremble slightly, as if an invisible iron chain gently tapped his bloodline.
He opened his eyes, a flash of understanding in his vertical dragon pupils, then relaxed his mind.
"Accept."
Garoth murmured.
Invisible threads suddenly tightened, a link established between the two young adult dragons.
—Next, Samantha.
Red Dragon Samantha was controlling black oil refinent at the alchemical assembly line in Black Iron Plains.
Suddenly, she felt a ntal presence attempting to probe her consciousness.
She sharply raised her head, crimson pupils blazing with angry flas, a low growl rolling from deep in her throat: "Who?!"
Sorog's voice transmitted through bloodline: "Samantha, it's , constructing the Bloodkin Chain."
He had already notified Samantha in advance, but the red dragon's instinctive stress response almost broke the Bloodkin Chain.
The red dragon's vertical pupils slowly dilated, calming down, giving a slight nod.
Another Bloodkin Chain successfully established.
After completing two links, Iron Dragon Sorog originally intended to end the spellcasting state. However, to his surprise, he sensed another bloodkin anchor point far in the south.
"...Gordon?"
Sorog was sowhat surprised.
Truth be told, he thought Gordon had long been dead.
In his impression, this youngest iron dragon brother's intelligence was mostly offline. Without Garoth's protection, surviving alone in the wilderness, there was a ninety percent chance he would die young during his wyrmling stage.
"The location is very far, he seems to be within Federation territory."
"Captured and imprisoned by Lothrian Federation people?"
Sorog thought to himself that Iron Dragon Brother Gordon's circumstances were probably quite miserable.
Kept in lightless dungeons, scales stripped, blood drawn, flesh cut, even used as a breeding dragon, squeezed day and night for cultivating battle pets with dragon bloodline... all were highly possible scenarios.
"Try to establish a link with him."
Sorog's consciousness followed the bloodline's guidance, crossing vast distances, approaching this bloodkin anchor point.
He expected to see a scarred young adult dragon chained with iron restraints.
Or worse.
—A dried corpse drained of dragon blood.
However...
When he finally "saw" Gordon's ntal form clearly.
Iron Dragon Sorog's consciousness nearly crashed on the spot.
It was a round, almost dragon-shaped "iron ball."
Yes, an iron ball.
Gordon's ntal form should have featured the cold, hard lines characteristic of iron dragons, angular scales, sharp claws and fangs.
But now, his ntal form looked like an inflated balloon, scales stretched round and shiny, neck bloated with three layers of folds, body width even exceeding Garoth's, swollen and obese, practically resembling a super pig wearing dragon skin.
Even more absurd.
Various food illusions floated around his ntal form.
—Roast suckling pig, honey cake, cream scones... even an entire sugar-glazed roast bull!
Gordon's ntal form was happily devouring food, completely unguarded.
Sorog: "..."
He remained silent for three seconds, finally unable to resist sending a soul-searching question through the bloodkin link: "Gordon, you, are still alive? Why are you fatter than a pig?"
"Who is it?!"
Within Lothrian Federation territory, Iron Dragon Gordon who was enjoying delicacies jolted alertly, narrowing his eyes warily.
His current appearance and physique basically matched his ntal form.
When he first awoke from dormancy, Gordon's body had returned to normal, and due to concerns about the future, he vowed to control his diet and exercise diligently.
However.
He was inherently lazy to the bone and loved indulgence.
He started with full determination, iron dragon thinking prevailing, attempting to analyze the situation to protect the princess and himself in the coming warfare. But reality proved cruel—his 'pet' status couldn't bring any change.
Persistence was difficult, surrender was easy.
Gordon simply gave up on himself, adopting the ntality of eating while alive, accepting death when it cos, indulging in delicacies daily, quickly transforming back into a fat iron dragon resembling a new dragon species.
Iron Dragon Sorog took a deep breath. Though he was currently only a spiritual form, he still simulated this action to ease his disbelief.
He said: "Gordon, my dear brother, I am Sorog."
Sorog?
Hearing this na, Gordon's mory instantly returned to when he was a little dragon living in Iron Dragon Mother's Sky Pit Territory. Back then, he loved following behind Sorog, even hoping Sorog would take him on adventures.
He still rembered Sorog's words to this day.
"Gordon, my dear brother, you are brilliantly talented, even without following the great Iron King, you can dominate the wilderness alone."
"Gordon, my dear brother, you are exceptionally gifted, even traveling alone in the wilderness, you will surely achieve great things."
"Gordon, my dear brother, your wisdom astonishes the world, you are a natural-born ruler, and rulers walk alone."
There were many similar phrases.
Sorog also rembered these words.
Among the three younger wyrmlings back then, only Gordon was easiest to fool, willing to follow Sorog after just a few words.
However.
Sorog quickly discovered this dragon was both gluttonous and foolish, likely to only hold him back if they traveled together. So he used various complints to make Gordon abandon the idea of following the 'Iron Lord.'
Now separated for decades, reunited after long absence, suddenly connecting in this manner.
Both fell silent for a mont thinking about past events.
Considering he was still bleeding from his chest to maintain the spellcasting state.
After a few seconds, Sorog broke the silence first.
He asked: "I'm constructing the Bloodkin Chain and sensed your presence. You... where are you? Are there enemies imprisoning you, using curses or torture thods to make you like this?"
Gordon was speechless.
For a mont, he didn't know how to respond.
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