Red Dragon, but chosen by all four gods

Birds chirped softly in the woods, and lush green vines climbed the trees. Amidst the layers of dense vegetation, a massive blue shadow lurked.

Maglen lay hidden in the bushes, deliberately concealing his presence, and waited quietly.

Soon, a wild boar emerged from the woods.

Its body was robust, its hide was unusually thick, and three thick bone spurs had grown on its back, clearly indicating that it had been corrupted by demons.

As the boar came to the bushes to dig for food, Maglen suddenly sprang out!

The bone spikes on the boar's back stood tall, and the dragon's might that it revealed in an instant terrified it.

The fear ingrained in its bloodline prevented it from recognizing that the master of the dragon's might was merely a fledgling dragon.

It screamed and twisted its massive body, its demonized muscles bursting with tremendous power, preventing Maglen from biting a vital spot; it only tore off a piece of flesh and skin from its shoulder blade.

In pain, the wild boar immediately turned and rushed into the muddy pond on the other side.

This is the environment that wild boars are most adapted to. The varying depths of the mud can make unfamiliar hunters lose their footing, but it can help them quickly wade through the mud and escape.

However, just as it initially failed to notice Maglen in the bushes.

It also failed to notice that another hunter was lurking in the mud.

"Thump!"

The black dragon Faldom, which had been lurking for a long time, suddenly lunged out, its gaping maw biting right into the wild boar's most vulnerable throat from below.

The bite force of the dragon's jaws is terrifying. Even a young dragon that has not yet fully developed, lacking in pure strength, can still ignore the frantic struggle of the demon boar before its death.

A moment later, the boar breathed its last, and the black dragon Faldom dragged the boar's corpse out of the mud with difficulty.

For most hatchlings, their hunting ability is not very strong at this stage.

Their ability to cooperate in hunting a demon boar proves that they have great potential.

"Be careful not to get your saliva on your hind legs, your brother won't like it," Maglen warned.

The saliva of a black dragon is a highly corrosive acid, and the acid of an adult black dragon often contains various toxins.

"I don't need you to remind me," Ferdom said, somewhat displeased.

She threw the demonic boar onto the shore, shook its head violently, and mud flew everywhere, some of it landing on the blue dragon cub.

Maglen quickly backed away, angrily shouting, "What are you doing!"

"If you had held the demonic boar back from the shore from the beginning, I wouldn't have had to go through all this trouble."

Furdom didn't give her a friendly look. Instead, he licked his chest. The boar had kicked off many of her scales when it struggled, and it would take a long time for them to grow back.

"This spot originally belonged to Mortar. The forest is the territory of the green dragons. This wasn't my original location!" Maglen protested.

"It doesn't matter, today's hunt was undoubtedly my victory anyway, so I'll keep all the rewards for myself, brother."

"..." Maglen had nothing to say.

He really didn't contribute much to this hunt, and that couldn't be hidden from Heros when they got back.

"Today is the monthly hunting season, why isn't Mortar here?" Faldom asked, cleaning the mud off his clothes.

Although black dragons naturally prefer damp conditions and don't mind being covered in mud.

But considering Heros's preferences, she would always make sure she was clean before returning to the dragon's lair.

"How could she tell us that I saw her following closely beside her brother today? She must have come up with some new way to win his favor."

"Pah, you lowly scum!"

Despite their constant arguments, Maglen and Faldom always shared a surprisingly similar opinion about the green dragon Mortar.

After the hunt, the two young dragons dragged the demonic boar to a clean pool to wash it, and then took the boar back to the dragon's nest.

There were no dragonborn guards watching them, but no young dragons tried to take the opportunity to escape the golden dragon's lair.

As for why...

After three years of "learning," they gained Heros's trust, which granted them a certain degree of freedom.

In this situation, not a single young dragon chose to flee.

They all decided to stay for their own reasons.

At least they believe that their reasons for choosing to stay are driven by ambition and desire, and are beyond question.

……

Upon returning to the dragon's lair, they were immediately confronted by a red figure.

It wasn't the elder brother Heros they had hoped to see, but the white dragon Anglu.

He was covered in animal blood, as if he had taken a bath in it.

In fact, that's pretty much the case.

Anglu also had a demonized horned bull in his mouth.

Unlike the Blue Dragon and Black Dragon's one-hit kills, that demonized horned bull was practically "shattered to pieces".

It's conceivable that the blood on Anglu didn't come from just this one bull; Anglu must have hunted at least three or four.

Moreover, according to Anglu's habits, he would definitely kill them with one blow first, and then dismember them while playing with the corpses, which is why he was covered in blood.

Although the three young dragons, including Mortar, utterly despised associating with the white scales.

But what filled them with despair and humiliation was that the white dragon Anglu was a fledgling dragon born only a month earlier than them.

Over the course of three years, Anglu's strength not only surpassed theirs, but the gap between them continued to widen!

They were just fledglings, and their initial sizes were similar, but now the three of them are only slightly stronger than normal fledglings.

Anglu, however, almost had the size of a young dragon!

This is the white dragon, the last of the five-colored dragons!

The "stepping stone" that was always standing at the feet of their predecessors in the memory of inheritance suddenly came to life and trampled them underfoot for three years.

And it's visibly important to keep stepping on it.

This is enough to cause severe psychological trauma to the colored dragon hatchlings who prioritize bloodline and power.

But they could probably guess why.

Because the one who also underwent this physical change was their beloved elder brother, Heros.

They had all secretly approached Heros, hoping to receive this gift of accelerated growth.

Heros did not refuse, nor did he ask for any price.

It simply issued a series of missions, including hunting.

Heros promised that if they accumulated enough rewards by completing tasks, he would show them how to become stronger.

Currently, among the three dragons, Black Dragon Faldom is in first place, while Green Dragon Mortal and Blue Dragon Maggren are neck and neck.

Actually, Mortal was originally in first place, but she couldn't help but disrupt the Black Dragon and Blue Dragon's quest progress, so she was punished by Heros several times.

As for the White Dragon... he doesn't need to accumulate rewards; he simply enjoys hunting.

The three dragons gathered in front of the dragon's nest. Neither Magron nor Faldom had any desire to speak with Angru, so they waited together in front of the dragon's nest.

Heros was out today as well, and I couldn't wait for him inside.

While waiting idly, the blue dragon and the black dragon noticed that a group of humans, led by dragonborn guards, had entered the dragon's lair territory.

The group of people were wearing shackles, and most of them looked fearful and uneasy.

The two of them looked at each other in bewilderment, something that had never happened before.

Macalos, the master of the dragon's lair, would not allow any mortals to approach it; at most, they would only be allowed to wait at the foot of the mountain.

Soon, they saw the answer.

Along with the group of humans, their elder brother Heros also returned.

...and his tagalong, Mortar.

Slut!

Pooh!

The two baby dragons spat again, almost simultaneously.

Seeing this, Anglu, not understanding why, seemed to find it amusing and also spat.