In a majestic and tall temple, Troy, who had shrunk to the size of an ordinary tiger, looked at the twelve cowering young dragons in front of him with disgust. It happened that half were red dragons and half were black dragons.
These are the five-color dragons who have taken refuge with Red Dragon Crest and the three-color dragon thieves. They are all poor dragons who have just been expelled from the dragon nest by their parents and have just a little ability to protect themselves.
"Muria, I can understand you bringing these six guys. After all, you have invested a lot of energy and resources since you were a child." Troy glanced at the six dragon boys who had turned into humanoid forms, "But you bring them
What are these twelve pieces of trash for?"
"If I don't take them with me, do you want me to abandon them?" Muria asked after hearing Troy's question.
"Of course, there is no need for you to bring them with you." Troy's green tiger eyes swept across the twelve little dragons coldly, making these little dragons who had just escaped from the protection of their parents tremble in fear, "They will have no effect on you."
"Do you know the consequences after they are abandoned by me?" Muria asked again. Before Troy could answer, he gave the answer himself, "They will all die. The worst case scenario is that all twelve dragons will die."
They won’t survive to adulthood. If you’re a little lucky, maybe one of them can survive to adulthood.”
After hearing Muria's words, the twelve dragons looked at each other in shock, and then looked at Troy pitifully with frightened expressions. They all knew that Muria was telling the truth. It was because of fear of death that they took refuge in Cres.
He seeks refuge with six rebellious dragons.
As for now, under the control of the golden dragon Muria (on the surface), they have no intention of leaving. Even if the camp is hostile, it is better than losing their lives. After all, golden dragons will not harm their own kind.
Among all dragons, the five-color dragon has the highest mortality rate, because it is the five-color dragon that is the least united and has an extremely weak sense of family ties.
In the life of a giant dragon, which age group is most likely to die young? It was the juvenile dragon stage, not the young dragon stage and the young dragon stage. For five-color dragons, these two age groups can get the protection of their parents, and it is very difficult for them to survive.
Safety.
As for the juvenile dragons, they have lost the protection of their parents and are not strong enough. They are easily targeted by certain creatures. If you kill them, you don't have to worry about retaliation.
"So you're going to take these twelve burdens with you?"
"Yes." Muria nodded.
"Don't forget your identity," Troy stared at Muria solemnly, "You are a descendant of the golden dragon, and they are evil dragons. You have no responsibility or obligation to take care of them."
"I can only be regarded as half a dragon." Muria leaned down and rubbed the big cat's forehead vigorously. "In addition, the bloodline I have is not an ordinary golden dragon bloodline. As a descendant of the Dragon King, my mind and vision cannot be the same.
Limited to the differences between dragon species. What about five-color dragons?”
"So, you must bring these burdens with you?"
"I will not abandon them." Muria said firmly. Abandoning these dragons is equivalent to letting them die.
"Okay, you want to raise them, but you won't let them grow freely, right? After all, these are dragons raised by evil dragons, and their behavioral concepts do not meet your standards?"
"Well, how can I let them grow freely in my hands?" Muria looked at the twelve young dragons and showed a kind and kind smile.
"But now that you are looking for a dragon, how can you have so much energy to teach these burdensome people?"
"Who told you that I would teach in person?" Muria asked with a hint of surprise.
"Are you going to let them teach you?" Troy was not stupid. He immediately understood Muria's plan and turned to look at the six rebellious dragons who had transformed into handsome young men.
"Yes." Muria nodded and looked at the six rebellious dragons and gave the order: "Crest, starting from today, the six of you will start teaching these twelve little guys."
"Muria...Your Highness!" Kleist called out Muria's name. After seeing the stern look from Red Dragon Outlet behind him, he quickly added the honorific, "What do we teach them?"
"First teach them some basic dragon knowledge, what should be done and what should not be done." Muria said matter-of-factly.
"Understood!" Kleist nodded quickly like a chicken pecking at rice. These so-called rules for making a dragon are of course based on the standards of a golden dragon and cannot be those of an evil dragon.
"Also, after teaching them the common sense of being a dragon under me, you can start teaching them spells."
"How to teach?" Kleist asked cautiously. He already knew it in his heart, but just wanted to confirm it.
"You will teach them how I taught you."
Hearing Muria's words, Kleist immediately looked at each other and the five companions behind him, and laughed. The bodies of the young dragons began to tremble slightly.
"That is to say, I can punish them when they fail to complete the magic tasks I assigned?" the red dragon Kleist asked cautiously. After being scaled and skinned by Muria, these six rebellious dragons have become honest.
a lot of.
"Of course you can, but it should be moderate and don't go too far." Muria glanced at the trembling young dragons and added, "As long as they don't kill them."
"Understood." After hearing Muria's last words, Kleist's six five-color dragons suddenly became excited and looked maliciously at the young dragons who had sought refuge with them.
They finally have the opportunity to inflict the pain they once endured on other dragons, and they also serve as teachers.
"Learning spells?" A young red dragon looked at the malicious eyes of his fellow tribesmen and couldn't help but speak in a cowardly voice, "We are dragons, there is no need to learn spells like those weak humans."
"Hey, kid." The red dragon Kleist, who transformed into a humanoid red-haired boy, jumped on the back of the nineteen-meter-long red dragon who thought it was unnecessary to learn spells. "Who told you that learning spells is not necessary? Look,
Among those old dragons and ancient dragons, none of them have learned spells."
"Then I can wait until I'm older to learn it!"
"Wait until you are an old dragon before you learn? Do you think you can survive until that time?" Kleist sneered at the young red dragon at his feet, "Learning spells is to increase your chances of living to old age."
...Hearing that the red dragon Crest was inducing those young dragons to learn spells, Muria looked at the red archbishop in front of him who was sweating coldly after hearing this, and said with a smile: "Has the teleportation array to the subcontinent been debugged?"
"It's ready. You can set off at any time." The red archbishop glanced at the five-color dragons, then looked back at the temple guards behind him who were holding swords and shields and were waiting in full formation. He couldn't help but whispered: "Murray
Your Excellency, do you really need to teach these evil dragon spells?" Literary Degree