Defeating the World with the Power of One Dragon! Chapter 251: The Escaping Chromatic Dragon Hatchlings

The Fertile Plains were blanketed in heavy snowfall, the stains of the abyss gradually being buried by the wind and snow.

After finishing her theory, White Dragon Trixie suddenly changed the subject, saying, "Garoth, Dragon Valley has treated well. Simply guarding the Abyssal Rift isn't enough to repay Dragon Valley's kindness, nor enough to repay your generous rcy."

Under Garoth's gaze, she continued with utmost seriousness: "I know Dragon Valley plans to take in more dragons, but those likely to be accepted are mostly little evil dragons with perverse temperants, difficult to discipline."

"Dragon hatchlings will undoubtedly look down on non-dragon creatures, and other dragons won't want to mingle with foolish young dragons either."

At this point, the white dragon raised her head high, tightened her tail, and declared in a tone of unquestionable duty: "When the ti cos, I'm willing to take on the heavy responsibility of nurturing and caring for them!"

Garoth remained silent for a few seconds, then said quietly: "You... want to mix among the hatchlings and young dragons to promote your ecological niche theory, freely insulting them for your own amusent, don't you?"

Exposed!

The white dragon was initially shocked, but quickly composed herself and openly admitted: "That's exactly right."

She stated: "We all grew up step by step from the hatchling stage, knowing exactly how perverse those little dragons' temperants can be. Each one weak as ants, yet with ambitions higher than the heavens, surviving purely by luck."

She declared with righteous conviction: "Only through harsh insults and whipping can they recognize reality's cruelty, beco aware of their true situation, and grow better!"

There was so truth to these words.

Garoth examined the white dragon carefully and asked, "Aren't you afraid they'll co seeking revenge after they grow up?"

The white dragon shook her head with effortless calm, saying, "With nearly two hundred years age difference, weaker dragons absolutely cannot surpass ."

"As for powerful dragons, sooner or later they'll grow up and beco stronger than , then repeatedly humiliate like Samantha does. Heh, since being insulted is inevitable anyway, I might as well insult them fiercely before they grow up."

"As for subsequent retaliation, it's just so top-down bullying and humiliation. I'm already accustod to it, indifferent, and can completely ignore it."

Trixie... you're invincible.

After hearing her thoughts, Garoth was montarily speechless, at a loss for words.

This creature had already developed a self-consistent logic, living in her own world.

If that's how it was, then fine.

When the ti ca, the task of training the young dragons would be handed over to her. Besides White Dragon Trixie, other dragons would hardly be so dedicated. Of course, she couldn't be given complete responsibility either—rules needed to be established for her to prevent wanton behavior.

Imdiately, Garoth returned to Dragon Valley.

Snow filled the sky, turning Dragon Valley into a white, silver-clad world. The lake surface had ford thick ice crystals, and glistening frost hung from the branches.

The brass-silver dragon Deborah was currently squatting at the center of the frozen lake.

She had opened a hole in the ice, extending her tail inside, patiently waiting for sothing.

Before long, the brass-silver dragon's eyes suddenly lit up as she quickly withdrew her tail.

There, tightly biting the tip of her tail, was a large fish that hadn't yet released its grip before being fished up, then flung into the air where the brass-silver dragon stretched her neck and gobbled it down in one bite.

"Delicious!"

A pleased expression appeared on the dragon's face as she continued fishing with her tail.

"Deborah, you could easily catch hundreds of fish using magic."

"Why waste ti like this?"

Garoth walked unhurriedly across the lake surface. His body was heavy and powerful, yet didn't break through the ice layer. A Battle Dragon's control over their body was highly advanced, making such feats effortless.

"Boring evil dragon."

"The feeling of catching fish yourself is different from catching them with magic."

The brass-silver dragon said: "When I was young in the Boiling Sea dragon territory, tallic young dragons held tail fishing competitions. Among hundreds of participating young dragons, I placed in the top ten!"

Hearing these words, Garoth could only sigh at how different dragons could be.

While he was training day and night for survival, getting covered in wounds, tallic young dragons actually had leisure ti to hold tail fishing competitions.

But his training had been worthwhile.

At the very least, when tallic dragons of the sa age encountered him and conflicts arose, they inevitably ended up beaten until they lost teeth, crying and running ho to complain.

"Co fish together."

The brass-silver dragon extended an invitation to Garoth.

Childish gas!

The red iron dragon scoffed dismissively, turning toward the super-heavy equipnt area to temper his physique.

"I'll give you a bottle of Mighty Dragon Potion if you play with ."

After spending this ti together, the brass-silver dragon understood the evil dragon's nature well and dangled the bait.

The red iron dragon's steps halted.

Then again, occasionally playing gas, balancing work and rest, was beneficial for relaxation.

"Deal!"

Garoth strode toward the center of the frozen lake.

As for the Mighty Dragon Potion ntioned by the brass-silver dragon, it was made by her silver dragon father Edri grinding his shed scales into powder and using secret thods to create a potion that could greatly enhance a dragon's strength attributes for a short ti.

The silver dragon's career path, which Garoth had inquired about, was also understood through Deborah's explanation.

Ice Mage Dragon, Alchemist, Magical dicine Sorcerer.

The so-called Ice Mage referred to ice elental mages, specializing in harnessing and controlling ice elental energy. Dragons who pursued this path were called Ice Mage Dragons, proper spellcasters who constructed spells through knowledge and wisdom rather than bloodline.

Edri focused mainly on the Ice Mage path while also practicing as an Alchemist and Magical dicine Sorcerer.

His exact professional level was unknown, but given his age and the silver dragon's magical talent, it certainly wouldn't be low.

"Let's have a tail fishing competition. If you win, I'll give you another Mighty Dragon Potion. If you lose, give a gem."

"Whoever catches the most within ten minutes wins. No magic, no spell-like abilities, only tails allowed."

The brass-silver dragon proposed.

"Fine."

Garoth's dragon tail swung, directly breaking through the ice surface and dropping into the water.

"I want in too! Betting a small colorful stone!"

Faerie dragon Vira flew over, broke through the frozen lake surface, and almost extended half her body into the water.

anwhile, seeing that the red iron dragon didn't use his tail to pierce bait, Deborah didn't remind him. Looking at the faerie dragon who was smaller than the fish, she felt certain of victory.

Before long, as oxygen concentration increased around the broken ice, lake fish began to gather.

Sensing the subtle ripples in the water, Garoth's eyes flashed, but he didn't act rashly. He simply closed his eyes and waited quietly. anwhile, the brass-silver dragon, relying on skilled fishing techniques, occasionally caught fish with her tail, while Garoth had no success.

Slowly, ti reached the nine-minute mark.

"Ah!"

Faerie dragon Vira scread as a leaping large fish swallowed her whole, then flew out from the mouth of the fish under illusion magic, covered in fishy odor.

The faerie dragon was eliminated, almost eaten by a fish.

At this point, Garoth still hadn't caught a single fish. The brass-silver dragon beat her wings slightly, her expression already triumphant, eyes sparkling with winner's delight.

"Slow-witted evil dragon, just admit defeat."

Just then, Garoth sensed the surrounding ripples had increased to a certain level and suddenly opened his eyes.

Tail Mastery! Dragon Tail Pierce!

Dragon scales gathered at his tail tip into a spear-like shape, tearing through the water to directly pierce the body of an approaching large fish.

Stab stab stab!

His tail strikes were fast as lightning. The gathered fish hadn't even reacted before being pierced one by one and flung out of the water.

This guy Garoth even used combat techniques for fishing.

Such an unsportsmanlike approach made the brass-silver dragon widen her eyes, exclaiming angrily: "Cheating! Garoth, you're cheating!"

The red iron dragon blinked and said: "A bet's a bet. My thod completely follows our previous agreent—no other unconventional thods, only using my tail."

The brass-silver dragon snorted lightly several tis, ultimately reluctantly producing the potion.

"Cunning evil dragon."

"Let's continue, with an additional rule: no combat techniques allowed!"

She said indignantly.

Garoth nodded in agreent.

Back in Sky Pit Territory, the iron dragon mother had provided enough food so the hatchlings never starved, but they weren't exactly well-fed either. So Garoth often fished with his tail—not for gas, but to eat his fill. His skills in this area weren't weak.

anwhile.

While Garoth and the brass-silver dragon continued their tail fishing competition.

West of Ser Wilderness, Boiling Sea, Cliff Strait.

Dark clouds rolled, waves surged skyward, countless lightning bolts and storms clashed in the sky, roaring furiously. Among the overcast clouds and torrential rain, figures of dragons and giants could be glimpsed locked in fierce combat.

The sense of danger in the air made the young dragons' scales prickle slightly, tense and uneasy.

Surrounded by monster corpses scattered everywhere, young blue dragon Heriam panted heavily, gently licking blood from his claws.

"The war between our clan and the storm giants has reached a fever pitch. Young adult dragons are almost completely wiped out. Even us hatchlings and young dragons are being sent to battle against giant minions, living in constant peril."

He spoke calmly, his voice devoid of resentnt, simply stating facts.

In blue dragon communities, young dragons held status only slightly higher than minions.

Only adult dragons enjoyed speaking rights.

Dragons below adulthood—whether possessing clan bloodlines or those captured or found—could only give to the clan without receiving compensation, being exploited until adulthood, then becoming the upper class to exploit other young dragons in turn.

However, this had drawbacks.

If situations beca too dangerous or exploitation too severe, young dragons would consider fleeing the clan.

Like now.

The great dragons fought for power among the clouds, while they weren't even worth dying aningfully—just expendable consumables.

"Continuing to stay with the clan, being exploited and driven by the great dragons, we only have death awaiting us."

Pausing, the young blue dragon's eyes flashed with determination.

He declared emphatically: "Now that the great dragons are battling storm giants, it's the perfect opportunity for us to escape clan control."

Red, blue, green, black, white... The several hatchlings of all five colors around exchanged glances.

After a few seconds, they finally all beat their wings in agreent.

No evil dragon wanted to be constantly exploited, especially with life-threatening risks now. Fleeing the clan was the best choice.

"Kahir? What about you?"

The young blue dragon looked to his right.

"Heh, the clan's rules have long disgusted utterly."

After several seconds of silence, Red Dragon Kahir spoke thus, effectively agreeing to the escape plan.

"Heriam, where should we go?"

A black-scaled hatchling with bony ridges and scaly protrusions, appearing fierce and vicious, asked in a low, hoarse voice.

"I've heard the great dragons say the Federation's internal conflict is imminent, our chance for dragonkind's rise approaches."

"The northern Ser Wilderness has countless mineral and biological resources, vast and expansive."

The young blue dragon gazed intently toward Ser Wilderness's direction: "This will be our dragons' rising ground!"

Imdiately, seven dragon figures soared into the stormy sky, rapidly distancing themselves from Cliff Strait, flying toward Ser Wilderness.