Red Dragon, but chosen by all four gods

"I can send you away, but I can't."

"Your magic can easily cover several people, right?"

"Yes, but I... can't take everyone with me."

Finn looked back and saw that there were several other members of Galahren's tribe locked in the same stone house, including one or two children who were seven or eight years old.

They looked at Finn with worry, afraid that the only spellcaster who could give them a sense of security would leave them.

Finn said apologetically to Rig, "I'm sorry to have dragged you into this. Let me see you off."

"I cannot abandon my people. Perhaps by staying here, I can secure some protection for them."

"What are you thinking? That's the most ferocious red dragon; it will devour you all." Rig was incredulous.

In his view, they should immediately abandon protecting these powerless burdens and run as far away as possible.

"But even dragons need some followers, right? We..."

What Finn said was also the last remaining fantasy in the hearts of many Galahren people.

Even if the red dragon isn't as merciful as the golden dragon lord, it might still need some servants to do its work.

Perhaps if we submit to the red dragon, we'll be able to eat our fill afterward?

Their illusions were quickly shattered.

A squad of undead soldiers filed in, taking the adult Galahren out one by one and quickly searching their bodies.

Soon, all of Finn's gold coins were taken from him, while not a single copper coin was found on Rigg.

Finn felt even more guilty about it.

All the adult members of the tribe were gathered at the foot of the mountain, awaiting the red dragon's pronouncement.

Soon, a huge shadow fell from the sky, obscuring them all.

A deafening voice rang out: "From this day forward, you are the slaves of the great Khazrak. Those who dare to resist will only face death."

"Now, you are to build me a dragon's nest. All of you, rise and work, day and night, without rest or stopping, until you die!"

Upon hearing this, the illusions held by the Galahren people were finally shattered.

An inexplicable anger and questioning arose in everyone's hearts.

Why, why did François give up life in the White River Valley and send us here?

This hatred soon found its focal point—François's heir, his eldest son Ripper, and the spellcaster Finn.

Finn keenly sensed the subtle hostility emanating from her surroundings, and she was not unaware of the source of this hostility.

She never learned to resist; she simply endured it silently, just as she had endured all the unbearable suffering in the past.

But she couldn't help but think of the only person who had ever advised her to rebel, her sister, Inanna.

Is Inanna still alive? How is she?

……

"it's over."

Heros put down the bottle in his hand, which contained the true blood he had extracted beforehand.

At this point, more than half a bottle remained, far less than he had anticipated.

This indicates that Inanna has a good tolerance for his true blood and has not suffered much damage.

"It's truly a perfect piece of work."

Mortar swiftly manipulated magic to finish treating Inanna's wounds, all the while complimenting Heros.

"How are your potential allies coming along? I plan to convert your first ally as soon as possible, so you'll at least have a capable assistant."

Upon hearing this, Mortar hesitated for a moment, then forced a smile and said, "I already have some potential retinues, but..."

"It's just that they're not very interested in becoming the dragon's servants," Maglen stated without any attempt to hide it.

"And what about you? You haven't succeeded in recruiting any followers either!" Mortar retorted angrily. "At least I have one candidate to become a follower, unlike you, who doesn't even have one."

Maglen also fell silent.

He was just instinctively trying to confront Motar, but what Motar said was also the truth.

Heros glanced at Inanna, who had already fainted as he declared "it's over."

When Ezekiel was being modified, he cried out in pain, but he didn't experience any dizziness.

Although she had a difficult past, she had never been on the battlefield or fought a life-or-death battle, so she couldn't compare to Tarek and Izek.

Being able to endure the entire surgery already demonstrates remarkable willpower.

That's good, let her experience it in advance and train her endurance.

This is only the first stage of the transformation; the second stage of the dragonborn transformation that Heros is currently envisioning will only be more terrifying.

Originally, I planned to give her the second stage directly, but given the current situation, it's better to do it in stages.

This also reminded Heros that he had been using experimental subjects as consumables, which made him overlook the fact that the selected warriors might not be as resistant to crime as criminals.

He should perhaps incorporate some variables related to "pain tolerance" into his surgical experiment simulations.

"Alright, Mortar, take her to the observation area."

"Yes, brother." Mortar used vines to entangle Inanna and left the operating room, but soon returned.

Heros multitasked, recording all the data from the modification while asking the two young dragons, "Tell me, what difficulties have you encountered?"

Motar and Maglen exchanged a glance and fell silent.

Heros didn't even look up: "Magren, you go first."

"..."

Motar breathed a sigh of relief; she didn't want to embarrass herself in front of Maglen first.

"Yes, elder brother."

Maglen, having been singled out by Heros, didn't hesitate and gave a simple explanation:

"I went to the White Mist Forest and met several lords and nobles there, as well as their subjects."

"Indeed, as you said, several families there have spirit bloodlines, and I have also found some people in the territory who have the aptitude to cast spells."

"However, they seem to lack ambition, believing that their current lives are good, and most of their subjects are unwilling to join the ranks of the Golden Dragon Court."

Upon hearing this, Heros nodded and then asked Mortal, "And you?"

"I... went to the Weilding Plain because the people there are better at farming, and I wanted to find some relatives who could help the Dragon Court's cause."

"But the people there are all cowardly and afraid of trouble. Although they revere the Dragon Court, they are terrified at the mere mention of danger. I don't want such people to become my subjects, so I've returned for the time being."

"Good, you know how to build a valuable team of followers for the Dragon Court. Mortar, your approach is correct."

Heros closed his notebook and first praised Mortar.

He knew that Mortal needed these little compliments to feel secure.

Sure enough, upon hearing this, Motar proudly raised his head, and his previous timid demeanor immediately disappeared.

"I understand your problem. The people of the White Mist Forest are content with the status quo, while the people of the Weilding Plain are cowardly and timid."

"They can enjoy the peace of the Gem Islands, a gift from Mother's protection, but they must also fight for it themselves, or they are not worthy to be subjects of the Golden Dragon Court."

After a moment's thought, Heros decided to deal with them one by one.

"Motal, don't you have a familiar who can be promoted to Dragonborn? Have him come and undergo the transformation first. I need to know about the situation in the Wilding Plains."

"Yes, brother."