Evolving by devouring from a young dragon

Alduin stared at the palm-sized fledgling before him, his dark golden vertical pupils gleaming with crimson light.

This is the Fire Spirit, a conscious life form born from flames.

In the dragons' inherited memories, fire spirits are creatures that have a natural attraction for them.

They are pure fire elemental energy bodies, a flowing delicacy for dragons.

The prerequisite is that this dragon also possesses fire magic.

Alduin's dark gold vertical pupils narrowed slightly, reflecting a crimson light.

In the Dragon Clan's heritage, the Fire Spirit belongs to the Fire Elemental Plane and can only manifest in the Material Plane in two ways.

First, magical ritual summoning.

Mages and druids like to use this method to summon fire spirits from the fire elemental plane to use as henchmen or tools.

Second, leakage from dimensional fissures.

A volcano, a magical catastrophe, tore through the dimensional barrier, and the fire spirit fell into the material plane through the crack.

The key point is that once the Fire Spirit arrives in the material plane, it needs an element to attach itself in order to exist.

For example, fire crystals, lava cores, etc.

However, the fire spirit before them showed no signs of being summoned by a magical ritual, nor was it attached to any being, yet it showed no signs of weakening, which could only mean one thing.

That is the fire spirit born from nature.

This situation is extremely rare, but it does happen, and Alduin's memory inheritance happens to contain the existence of a "Dragon Spirit".

That dragon spirit also belongs to the dragon race, possessing dragon might, dragon blood, and even the inherited memories of the dragon race.

However, he had no physical form at all, taking shape from energy, and the magic he possessed did not belong to any attribute known to any dragon.

However, it was an ancient dragon, and the memory is very distant now.

Alduin looked at the fire spirit in its fledgling form, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

Because they have no physical form, their sound wave perception makes no discovery, and the image in their minds is nothing more than a heat source like an ordinary flame.

The fledgling in front of them seemed completely unaware of any danger, its whole body engulfed in golden flames, its eyes curiously surveying its surroundings.

Alduin hovered in mid-air, his dark golden vertical pupils firmly locked onto the golden-red flame. His dragon might subtly subsided, but he did not retreat even half a step.

The tiny fire spirit chick, no bigger than a palm, tilted its little head and curiously examined him with its pure golden flame eyes.

The flames around it were as soft as newly grown down, without any scorching heat, but rather exuded a soft and warm feeling, which was completely different from the raging embers of the Salamander King just now.

Auduin's vertical pupils contracted slightly.

He met those eyes.

In that instant, the inherited memories in his mind suddenly quieted down, and all his thoughts subsided under the gaze of those eyes.

Instead, he experienced a feeling he had never had before.

It was not fear, not awe, not even an instinctive submission to an ancient being.

It's resonance.

This is a resonance in our blood.

Alduin narrowed his eyes; he could feel the resonance emanating from the flames.

After devouring the red dragon, the violent fire magic and dragon language magic lay dormant deep within his bloodline, but at this moment, that power seemed to have been disturbed.

The dragon flame wielded by the red dragon is the destructive fire in its bloodline, the Purgatory Flame, which is among the best of all flames.

However, the fact that it can resonate with the flames of destruction only indicates that the flames this fire spirit wields are extraordinary.

Emberfire, also known as the Undying Flame or the New Life Flame, can resonate with the Infernal Flame, indicating that they are flames of the same origin.

However, Alduin was neither a red dragon nor a golden dragon, nor a master of fire; he could only rely on a faint sense of familiarity to know that their flames originated from the same source.

Otherwise, he could have seen even more, such as why this wisp of embers, which clearly represents rebirth, is also linked to destruction...

However, Alduin looked at the fire spirit that resembled a fledgling bird, narrowed his eyes slightly, and pondered deeply.

The fire spirit chick was completely unaware of all this.

It simply tilted its head, curiously examining Alduin with its pure golden eyes, its golden-red flames gently flickering around it, like a newly hatched chick surveying this unfamiliar world.

Seeing that Audu ignored it, it turned its head to look at the orc tribe.

The great shaman had completely knelt on the ground.

He lay face down on the ground, his forehead pressed against the scorching rock, his hands on the ground, his whole body trembling.

His lips moved, but no sound came out; only murky tears dripped down the wrinkles on his face and onto the rocks, quickly evaporating into white mist and dissipating.

Iron Bone stood behind him, the stone axe slipping from his hand and crashing to the ground with a dull thud.

He didn't pick it up.

He stared wide-eyed at the golden light, his mouth agape, his face contorted as if struck by lightning.

Shock, bewilderment, awe, fear, and a hint of joy that he himself could not understand.

The soldiers behind him knelt down one after another.

It wasn't an order, it was instinct.

Like moths drawn to a flame, they couldn't help but kneel down when they saw this fire spirit.

The young archer slumped to the ground, mouth agape, eyes wide as bells, the bow that had fallen from his hand at some point.

His lips trembled, and it took him a long time to squeeze out a complete sentence: "This...this is...the Mother of Embers..."

The orc mother holding her child knelt on the ground, embracing the child in her arms and using her body to shield herself from the blinding light, but she couldn't stop the child's outstretched hand.

The small, thin orc cub was stretching out its hand toward the ball of light, making indistinct murmurs as if calling out.

It tilted its head, first looking at the Great Shaman, the old orc kneeling on the ground with tears streaming down his face, and then let out a soft cry.

Then he looked at Ironbone, the burly warrior who stood frozen in place, his stone axe falling to the ground.

It tilted its head again and flapped its wings twice, seemingly curious about the motionless behemoth.

Then He saw the orcs kneeling on the ground, the cub reaching out to him, the young archer slumped on the ground, and the Emberfang Clan members bowing their heads one after another.

It blinked and then let out a low, soft chirp.

The sound wasn't loud, but it reached the ears of every Emberfang Orc clearly.

The great shaman finally spoke.

That was a wail.

He lay prostrate on the ground, his emaciated body trembling violently, tears soaking the rocks before him, murmuring:

"Mother of Embers... Mother of Embers above..."

He said in a broken voice, "You didn't leave...you've always been here...you've always been with us..."

The Fire Spirit chick... no, the Mother of Embers, tilted her head and looked at him for a moment, then flapped her wings and flew towards him in a crooked manner.

That flight posture was hardly elegant.

His wings were too small, and his body was too heavy.

Although its body is only the size of a palm, it seems to be quite a burden for those tiny wings.

It flew shakily, like a leaf blown about by the wind, veering left and right, almost crashing to the ground several times before flapping its wings to pull itself back up.

Alduin hovered above, his vertical pupils following the distorted figure.

He suddenly remembered a scene.

To pass on a fragment of memory.

A newly hatched dragon, its wings still covered in egg yolk, staggered out of the nest, trying to spread its wings, but was blown over by the first gust of wind.

It does bear some resemblance to the little firebird in front of us.

The thought only lingered in his mind for a moment before he suppressed it.

It finally flew to the great shaman and landed in front of his lowered head. Its tiny claws stepped on the scorching rocks, leaving a shallow golden claw mark with each step.

It lowered its head and gently pecked the Great Shaman's forehead with its tender yellow beak.

The great shaman's body suddenly stiffened.

Then, the skin on his forehead began to glow.

Golden, dazzling, soft light flowed from his forehead down his entire body.

Where the light touched, the wrinkles on their faces faded, their cloudy eyes seemed clearer, and their hunched backs straightened.

The great shaman raised his head, his tear-streaked face radiant with light.

He stared at the tiny, fluffy bird in front of him, its body ablaze with flames, his lips trembling, unable to utter a word.

The fire spirit chick tilted its head and looked at him, its golden eyes reflecting his aged face.

Then it opened its beak and let out a clear, soft chirp.

"Chirp~"