Red Dragon, but chosen by all four gods

Heros was quite excited to see this group of mortals arrive.

Seraria had been away from home for the past three years, and for safety reasons, Macaros initially completely disagreed with expanding the range of the hatchlings' activities and bringing mortals back.

This matter also received Celaria's support.

Fortunately, in the past year, Heros's growth rate has exceeded expectations.

In addition, he took advantage of every time Seraria returned to plead with him, and Seraria finally relented.

This group of mortals was sent from the Galahren family and the Milha tribe.

The Milhar tribe was transporting elemental magic ore to the Golden Dragon Court, and Doda, being quite clever, had one of her sons, Mokello, who had a past "acquaintance" with the little red dragon, personally escort the shipment.

The little wolf girl Inanna will also take advantage of this team to come here, hoping to meet her dragon lord.

Heros was very pleased with this, and taking advantage of Macalos's loosening of his grip, he ordered them to send a group of mortals over.

They specifically requested that the offenders be "serious criminals" from their own clan.

He has almost finished learning the basic knowledge points over the past three years, and now he needs some experimental materials.

Upon seeing the three young dragons waiting in front of the dragon's nest, Heros flapped its wings and swooped down to land.

Although he is a fledgling dragon, his body is already comparable to that of a young dragon.

It is especially tall and imposing in front of the blue dragon and the black dragon.

Normally, a red dragon's scales will gradually turn darker red as it grows.

But Heros's dragon scales remained a striking bright red.

If you look closely, you'll notice that the edges of his scales faintly reflect a golden outline.

Furthermore, his broad wing membranes are covered with crimson patterns due to the constant attachment, accumulation, and condensation of free fire elements.

The edges of the menacing dragon horns, due to the gathering of fire elements, gleamed with a molten iron-like sheen under the sunlight.

All of this makes him different from the Red Dragon, who is known for his brutal and savage appearance in the conventional sense.

On the contrary, it's somewhat...beautiful.

As soon as they landed, Anglu excitedly came over.

"Heroes!"

Yes, after three years of using the [Vision of Truth], Heros reapplied [Persuasive Guidance] and finally managed to repair Anglu's brain.

Although he is still a bit abstract now, at least he's not a broken record anymore.

Heros stretched out his front paws and pressed down on Anglu's head to prevent him from carrying him in blood, which would be the hardest thing to wash afterward.

For some reason, Anglu has taken to getting himself covered in blood in recent years. Could it be the influence of the [Bloodthirsty Heart]?

Heros himself didn't feel anything; perhaps it was just Anglu's own preference.

He used "patient guidance" to only change some inclinations towards "good and evil," without altering his original habits.

Those are harder to modify and meaningless.

Therefore, they all retained the original habits of the five-colored dragons, only rationalizing their later actions of standing on the side of "justice".

Whether it's a temporary disguise or a grand scheme, Heros doesn't care.

He glanced at the mangled prey Anglu had brought back, then turned to Maglen and Furdom and asked:

"Who made him happy again?"

Both baby dragons shook their heads at the same time.

Who knows when Anglu will be happy and when he will be unhappy?

Who can know what Bai Long is thinking?

Heros sighed, "Sweetie, I have things to do. Go play by yourself."

Upon hearing this, Anglu let out a dejected groan, as if he had lost all his strength, and slowly turned around, picked up his prey, and returned to the dragon's nest.

If you ignore the color of the liquid on his body, he looks just like a dog that has fallen into the water and is being disliked by its owner.

Heros then approached the black and blue dragons and examined their prey:

"Hmm, not bad. This prey is much stronger than last time. Who should get today's reward progress?"

Upon hearing this, Ferdom immediately puffed out his chest and declared, "I was the one who completed the hunt; I contributed the most."

Although Maglen was somewhat indignant, he did not refute it.

Lying is in the nature of the chromatic dragon, but this trick doesn't work on Heros.

Every time, Heros was able to spot the lie, and in this respect, Mortar had set a good example for them.

"Very good, Faldom, you get one point. You now have nine points, it seems you'll be able to reach the total soon."

Upon hearing this, Ferdom's eyes lit up with obvious joy.

"Yes, congratulations, Faldom."

A shrill voice rang out, and the blue dragon and the black dragon immediately knew who was mocking them.

Motal arrived late, landing behind Heros, seemingly unconcerned about Faldom's progress.

Under the gaze of the two young dragons, it approached Heros with a showy air and then whispered a few words to him.

Heros nodded slightly: "You did a good job. Lock them in the prison in the back mountain. Don't let any of them die or get hurt. I believe you can handle it."

"Of course! Brother, this is naturally my specialty." Mortar emphasized the last half of the sentence.

Heros, however, was too lazy to play along with her act. He spread his broad dragon wings, pushed her away, and flew into the dragon's nest.

He had little experience with this first experiment.

Therefore, he still has a lot of preparations to make before he officially begins.

……

After Heros left, the two fledgling dragons disregarded their usual disdain for the green dragon and rushed over.

Maglen, always straightforward, asked directly, "Motal, are you not going hunting today? Did you receive a new mission from your brother?"

"Obviously."

Motar fiddled with the dragon claws, not even glancing at Maglen, taking it as an answer to the question.

"Brother, do you know what you're going to do with these humans?"

Faldom, however, had already focused on the key point and hoped to get something out of the green dragon.

"Know."

Motal looked at Ferdom with a smile, not continuing what he was saying.

Now both young dragons knew that the green dragon was intentionally keeping them in suspense for his own amusement.

Seeing that Motal seemed to have gained Heros's approval, the two of them could only lower their heads, hoping to hear more inside information.

After all, being trampled on by a white dragon is humiliating enough.

If a fellow victim suddenly becomes successful and joins the group that trampled on them, the situation becomes even more hopeless.

"Motal, your scales are as dazzling as emeralds, and your heart as sweet as honey. Why don't you reveal a little of your brilliance to your brothers and sisters?"

Faldom immediately began to flatter, while the tongue-tied Maglen affectionately brushed the dust off Mortar's hind claws with his dragon wing.

Bowing down for power is not shameful.

Being served so well by two of his own kind whom he had always looked down upon, Mortal was immediately in a good mood.

Anyway, those two idiots have no ability to threaten me.

"Since we are brothers and sisters, I will take pity on you and tell you something."

The two fledgling dragons quickly moved closer, not wanting to miss a single word.

"My brother is about to embark on a great undertaking, a undertaking brimming with power and opportunity..."

Mortal's voice suddenly dropped to a low hue, as if he were wary of the dragonborn in the distance: "An evil undertaking worthy of the name of the red dragon."

"Guess who wasn't invited to participate?"