Red Dragon, but chosen by all four gods

The four young dragons returned to their respective lairs to gather their dragon offspring.

While Heros was building the Dragonblood Temple, the other four young dragons also built their own dragon nests, though none were as grand as the Dragonblood Temple.

……

Mortar fostered a giant tree atop a mountain peak in a settlement, and built a nest within its canopy, a habit of the green dragons.

It was tough on her small family members, who had to laboriously climb the mountain and then the giant tree each time they wanted to see the green dragon.

Because the Mortars disliked hanging ladders belonging to mortals on their trees, the clever Veldin people eventually created "knife shoes" that could support their weight, providing support when climbing trees.

At this moment, about thirty Weldin people were gathered under the giant tree, listening to Motar's commands.

"This is the first time our elder brother has led us on a proactive mission; you must make the greatest contribution!"

Motal slammed his fist into the ground, the force sending the smaller figures flying off the ground.

"Especially don't let that bitch Faldom steal your thunder, or I'll plant you all in the fields one by one!"

After saying that, Motar seemed to have thought of something and hurriedly flew up to the canopy of the giant tree.

She needed to prepare before setting off, polishing her scales and claws until they were smooth.

When they arrived at Greyhill Island, and Faldom was covered in dust and grime from fighting, his brother would naturally notice his radiant appearance.

Due to the black dragon's unusual appearance, the green dragon's innate insecurity was once again triggered, and Mortar is now very anxious.

After the green dragon left, the people of Veldin looked at each other in bewilderment.

They are all newly modified dragonborn relatives. Although they are dragonborn, their physical attributes limit their modification strength compared to all known dragonborn.

Therefore, when they heard that they were to go out to fight and make the greatest contribution, they were all somewhat at a loss.

So they all looked at Little Corleone, who was the one who recruited them to the Golden Dragon Court and was also the leader of the Green Dragon Clan. Everyone hoped that he could tell them what to do.

"Don't worry, the Dragon Lord is leading us into battle because he trusts our loyalty and wants to test us!" Little Corleone encouraged.

"But we can't beat the other dragonborn. One of them can take on an entire team of us... How can we make a name for ourselves?" asked one of the newest dragonborn.

Little Corleone, however, was utterly confident: "The Dragon Lord's wisdom is great and unattainable. If he's taking us out, it must be because we can complete the mission!"

"So what are we good at? We're good at farming!"

"Do you remember what the Dragon Lord said when he recruited us? We must provide logistical support for the Golden Dragon Court!"

"So, brothers, hurry up and prepare the food to be transported to Gray Hill Island, and bring enough seeds and farming tools as well, we're going to start farming there!"

Upon hearing this, everyone immediately felt relieved.

Farming is what they do best.

Especially after receiving the Green Dragon's true blood, although they are not good at fighting, they can now independently catalyze crops.

Give them a piece of land and they can start producing crops in just a few days!

So the green dragonborn descended the mountain in a cheerful and relaxed atmosphere to prepare.

……

Faldom's dragon nest is located in a small valley on the outskirts of the settlement.

There was a clear pool in this valley, and Faldom built his dragon's nest beneath it.

Unlike most black dragons that prefer to live in swamps and mud pits, Faldom actually prefers clean places.

Moreover, this location also made it convenient for her and her Lortheran patrol team to avoid the attention of the settlement and carry out their patrol work.

As order in the gathering areas has improved, the patrol team's work has become easier during this period.

Therefore, Faldom had some time outside of his patrols to continue studying "art" with his family.

At this moment, the entire patrol team was gathered in front of the pond, playing music together with their uniquely shaped "instruments".

Above them, Furdom spread his wings and hovered, occasionally flapping his wings to "accompani" the music.

Their music seems to have a peculiar magic; birds that dare to approach this valley seem to lose their sense of direction in the music, unable to distinguish up from down, or front from back, and may even crash into rocks and die.

As the music ended, the valley fell into utter silence. The warriors of Lor'theran looked at each other with admiring eyes and expressions of approval.

Furdom landed on the ground and nodded in satisfaction: "It's enough as a battle song for going into battle, but the triumphant song of victory still needs to be composed as soon as possible."

"As you wish, beautiful Dragon Lord, I will record every victory of this expedition and compose a hymn to satisfy Lord Heros."

"Lucius Lor'theran, the leader of the Lor'theran warriors and the first of the black dragonborn to be converted, bowed in reply."

"I believe in your creativity."

After receiving the Dragon Lord's approval, the Lortheran warriors bowed and withdrew.

Ferdom turned around and admired his reflection in the pool.

"That idiot Mortar only has a bunch of weaklings who know how to farm under his command. How dare he compete with me at a time like this?"

Faldom was extremely proud of his dragonborn warriors.

Ever since she realized that her brother wanted to convert them into dragons, she took in the Lotheran family's forces in White River Valley.

Seemingly approving of her actions, her brother bestowed a "gift" upon her.

These warriors were powerful enough to rival the strength of the Galahren family warriors under his brother's command.

She was also among the first to begin modifying her warriors, which brought the number of Dragonborn warriors to over forty.

After receiving her brother's "gift," she became even more certain that she had his favor.

Although Mortal was the first to receive the "gift," her "gift" only made her body stronger.

However, the "gift" she was given granted her magical powers that the black dragon lacked and the charm to change people's hearts.

Her appearance was changing, transforming into beauty, and therefore she believed she was entitled to mate with her brother after he reached adolescence.

By then, she will undoubtedly be the number two in the dragon group.

Even Anglu...

Forget it, Anglu's status is unimportant. Nobody cares, not even himself.

"Your coquettish gestures are nothing more than a weak and feeble itch."

"Your dragonborn is no match for my dragonborn in strength, and your wisdom is beneath my feet."

"More importantly..."

"When it comes to beauty, you can't beat me."