Red Dragon, but chosen by all four gods

In the silent night, the sounds of hacking and slashing echoed continuously.

"Click!"

Several men with fierce faces chopped through the bushes blocking their way, working hard to clear a path through the mountain forest.

To avoid the dragon's keen sense of smell, they all covered themselves in mud, and every so often they would re-smear themselves with mud from the ground.

"Hurry up, once we get over this mountain, we'll be out of those patrol teams' area!"

The leader's encouragement was useless; these people were only gathered together to escape, and they could not possibly trust each other, so they had no sense of organization.

An exhausted man stopped his heavy steps and slumped down onto a fallen, dead tree: "I can't go on, I have to eat something!"

The first person to sit down was different from the others; his feet were like lizard claws, which were quite agile, but he lacked the stamina and speed for long journeys.

His sitting down seemed to set a precedent, and the rest of the line gradually sat down as well.

Seeing this, the leader had no choice but to stop.

The mountains where the dragon's nest is located are teeming with countless powerful magical beasts.

If you travel alone, you are likely to be targeted by monsters that hunt at night.

Moreover, if the patrol team catches up, this group will be the best cover.

Even if they scatter and flee, there is always a glimmer of hope.

Most of the people who joined this team had this idea in mind.

"There's not much food left that we stole, so everyone should eat it sparingly."

The leader took out some of the dried meat from his bag. If it weren't for sharing the risk, he wouldn't have wanted to give the food he had worked so hard to steal to this group of good-for-nothings.

He carefully tore the dried meat into ten pieces and distributed them one by one in the dark.

However, when he sent out the tenth copy, he found that one person was missing.

The leader's beast-like right eye could barely see things in the dark.

He quickly scanned the remaining people up close and soon found a skinny man who should have been at the end of the line.

In other words, the missing person was in the middle of the group, not someone who fell behind from the back.

The leader was startled and immediately made a judgment: "Someone has been captured! Run!"

He roared, then turned and ran away, ignoring everyone else.

Before he could run far, a cold light flashed, and the leader's terrified head rolled to the ground, causing the others, who had just reacted, to scatter and flee like startled birds.

This was an unspoken understanding they had long ago, hoping to gain some chance to survive through this method.

However, the hunters in the darkness were already prepared. After flashes of blades and short shouts, the night returned to silence.

A gust of wind blew down from the sky, and Faldom flapped his dragon wings and slowly descended.

A group of Lortheran scimitar warriors emerged from the darkness and lined up before Faldom.

Ferdom remained silent, waiting quietly.

A golden figure emerged from the shadows, and even Faldom barely noticed her.

"Hill, thank you for your hard work," Ferdom said.

Hill is a dragonborn of Celaria and also serves her brother Heros. She is incredibly powerful, and Faldom will always respect her.

Ferdom had no doubt that unless he didn't land, his throat would be slit open by her dagger in an instant while he was on the ground.

Hill nodded to Faldom; she had only come to carry out Heros's orders.

Her attitude towards the five chromatic dragons other than Heros is the same as Macaros's: she will not acknowledge their status until she gains Seraria's approval.

The group of fugitives had been spotted as they left the territory, but at Hill's request, the patrol did not immediately take action. Instead, they followed them and observed their escape.

Only by observing the prey's movements in their entirety can we understand the traces they leave behind.

One of the scimitar-wielding warriors inadvertently gave away his whereabouts and was spotted by one of the fugitives with keen hearing.

Hill silently killed the fugitive, which is why it has been able to stall until now.

As Hill lectured, Faldom listened attentively, even though most humanoid tracking techniques were difficult for dragons to apply.

She knew very well that Heros valued worth, and if she wanted to gain a higher status than Mortar among the dragons, she had to demonstrate to Heros that she had greater value.

In choosing her own retinue, she had already far surpassed Mortar, but that wasn't enough.

She believed that Motar would soon organize his own retinue, and she would do anything her brother had praised her for.

Therefore, what Ferdom needs to do is continue to stay one step ahead of her.

Heros said that he would help the other members of the dragonflight convert into dragonborn servants.

Therefore, she must first demonstrate the unique value of her retinue; the value of her retinue is her value.

For example, make her retinue skilled in assassination and tracking, turning them into a sharp weapon for the dragons.

No matter the circumstances, the strongest and most effective team will always achieve the highest status.

Hill, the Golden Dragonborn who is an expert in this area, is undoubtedly the best mentor. Faldom himself will also do his best to learn the knowledge she imparts in order to lay the foundation for the Dragonborn team.

She could almost picture Mortal's jealous, twisted face when he realized he was a step behind again.

This truly pleases the dragon.

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Soon, Hill finished his lecture and, without intending to accompany Faldom, returned to the Dragon's Nest alone.

Furdom didn't rush off, but instead said to Lucius, "Hill is an elite warrior of the Golden Dragon Lord, and the opportunity to learn from her is invaluable."

"Before the end of this month, I will ask her for guidance one more time, and I want you to demonstrate to her everything you have learned today then."

"Remember, the order is to present everything 'perfectly' today. That's an order, understand?"

Faldom emphasized the word "perfect," and Lucius could hear the Dragon Lord's expectation. He solemnly swore:

"Yes, Dragon Lord, we will certainly not let you down!"

Ferdom nodded slightly.

After explaining the training arrangements, she seemed to remember something and asked:

"How's the matter I asked you to keep an eye on going?"

"Lady Mortar left the Dragon's Nest a couple of days ago. I heard that she received permission from Lord Heros to go to the Wilding Plains, where she has been gone for several days and has not yet returned."

Ferdom seemed to be deep in thought.

That guy Mortar is really impatient. Is he going to go somewhere else to choose his familiars?

I need to hurry up too.

"Brother will soon assist me in completing the dragonborn conversion of my family. After you gain Hill's approval this month, you will select the best team to be the first to undergo the conversion."

Upon hearing this, Lucius's voice involuntarily turned into an aria once again, and the patrol members lined up behind him also became excited.

"Yes, praise be to the Dragon Lord!"