Red Dragon, but chosen by all four gods

Maglen's dragon's nest was built near the settlement.

Blue dragons prefer terrains such as deserts and canyons with exposed rock formations, and there is no suitable location among the mountains of their settlement.

The difficulty of altering the terrain is far greater than the difficulty of Motal cultivating a giant tree.

Therefore, Maglen simply found a cliff face and dug out a simple cave as his dwelling.

Even so, he rarely returned to his dragon's lair.

Heros opened his treasure vault to him, and he often stayed in Heros's vault to study the magic that Heros had developed.

Herlos also frequently showed him the latest surgical procedures, as his time was always very tight.

Maglen, on the other hand, was quite happy with it.

Blue dragons are the most fond of dragon herd organization among the five dragon races, and they instinctively seek their place within the herd.

As the most valued endeavor of Heros, the Dragonborn modification surgery has undoubtedly been taken over by Magron, who has now replaced Mortal as the key successor in this endeavor.

Moreover, his red-skinned spellcaster retinue was trained to learn the art of transformation surgery.

Maglen believed that he was undoubtedly the second-in-command among the dragons and the young dragon most favored by Heros.

Those two wretches, Mortal and Furdom, only know how to win their brother's attention; they can't possibly compare to me.

Today, he unusually summoned his retinue to his dragon's lair.

A small group of dragonborn knelt before Magron. Having been transformed into dragonborn, they had shaken off the initial unease of being "tricked into the dragon court."

He glanced around and saw that only a dozen or so of the dragonborn had completed their transformation.

Among his siblings, he had the fewest dragon descendants.

Spellcasters are rare because the number of participants in the experiment is small, and even fewer successfully survive the transformation.

At this time, a small number of blue scales also grew on the bodies of these red-skinned dragon descendants, which looked quite fitting.

"Emond, how are you adapting to the modifications?"

The transformation surgery, a specialty of spellcasters, was something Heros had just completed deriving, so this batch of dragonborn had just completed their transformation.

Edmund was the Dragonborn leader appointed by him, and also the spellcaster who performed best and had the highest potential in the Dragonborn transformation surgery.

"Yes, Dragon Lord, we have been undergoing training these past few days, and now none of the Dragonborn will bleed when casting spells with the 'staff'."

Maglen didn't blame him for his hesitation; the "staff" his brother made was quite unique, and even he was taken aback when he first heard about it.

"What are the effects of the 'staff'?"

"Very powerful! When using the 'staff,' our control over magic is doubled!"

Edmund straightened his back and answered loudly, "With the application of the 'staff,' there are now five Dragonborn, including myself, who are ready to undertake the modification surgery you have assigned."

"very good."

Maglen was quite pleased with this; if his dragonborn could master the modification surgery as soon as possible, he would be able to occupy a more important position in the future dragon herd.

"This time, we are here to wipe out the insects that have infiltrated the Gem Islands, and it's also an opportunity to show our strength to our brother."

"You are all born spellcasters, and you must outshine the other dragonborn, understand?"

"Yes! We will certainly dedicate ourselves to your glory!"

The Blue Dragonborn swore an oath in unison.

……

Unlike the bustling activity inside the cave, Anglu's place was unusually quiet.

Anglu's Dragon's Nest... strictly speaking, it can't be called a dragon's nest.

The Gem Islands have a pleasant climate with no snow all year round, and there is no suitable place for the White Dragon to build its nest on the entire island.

Anglu didn't want to go too far from Heros, and he didn't care at all whether mortals would disturb him.

He immediately took a spot on the lower level of the Dragon Blood Temple and lived with a group of experimental subjects who were preparing for modification.

Therefore, passing by the White Dragon's Nest when entering the Dragon Blood Temple became a regular occurrence.

If you're lucky, you might even get to exchange a few words with Anglu when he goes back to his nest to sleep.

Because of Anglu's approachable personality, many of the test subjects hoped to become Anglu's dragon descendants.

However, the dragonborn of Anglu are currently selected and modified from a large number of Milhar tribe warriors, and no spots have been opened to ordinary test subjects yet, which disappoints them somewhat.

At this moment, the dragonborn warriors of the Milhar tribe gathered in the area of ​​the Dragonblood Temple occupied by Angru, listening to their leader, Mokello, explain the mission of this expedition.

Anglu was fast asleep behind Mokeluo.

The Dragonborn are used to this.

Mokello was originally the son of the chieftain of the Mirhar tribe. After coming of age, he became a warrior leader and was later appointed as the Dragonborn leader.

Therefore, the warriors of the Milhar tribe would not hesitate to obey his orders and could follow them without question, making them the most disciplined of all the dragonborn tribes.

In terms of numbers, there are more than forty of them, just like the Black Dragon's descendants.

However, due to the old grudges between the Milhar tribe and the Lortheran family, the relationship between the two dragonborn teams is not very good.

The Black Dragonborn looked down on their vulgarity and barbarity, and they, in turn, despised the Black Dragonborn's affected manner.

Mokello quickly completed the task assignment, and only forty-odd Dragonborn were sent out.

Mokailo divided the teams into reconnaissance, assault, and rearguard, and then gave some advance information about Gray Hill Island.

So he turned around and, in a rather offensive way, "poked" Anglu awake.

"Hmm... Hmm? Can we go hunting now?"

"Dragon Lord, have you forgotten? Lord Heros ordered us to go to Gray Hill Island to wipe out the enemy."

"Oh, Heros..."

Mentioning Heros seemed to clear Anglu's mind considerably.

"Let's go!"

"Dragon Lord, we still need to wait for the other dragon descendants to gather before we set off with Lord Heros."

"Then why did you wake me up!" Anglu was furious.

Mo Kailuo: "..."

"Lord Dragon, this is our first expedition. Is there anything you would like to say to your subordinates?"

"What did you say?"

"..."

Mokero felt he had made a mistake.

He really shouldn't have woken up the Dragon Lord; it seemed to serve no purpose other than to upset him.

He had only gathered his troops here because he had heard that the other dragon descendants had sworn an oath before the Dragon Lord.

Even within their own tribe, they would hold a banquet before going to war to boost morale.

However, he forgot that their dragon lord was unique and could not be judged by ordinary standards.

"Then... we'll take our leave."

"Wait."

Mo Kailuo was taken aback.

Actually, if you think about it carefully, the Dragon Lord is very smart. Due to the special hunting requirements, he invented many excellent hunting methods. He just doesn't like to think.

He knew that the Dragon Lord cared most about Lord Heros's favor, so when he thought about Lord Heros's mission, he might have to take it seriously.

"Let's go hunting!" Anglu got up and walked outside first.

"..." Mo Kailuo's expression was complicated; he seemed to be overthinking things.

The dragonborn behind them erupted in cheers; hunting was their favorite activity.

Since the green dragonborn's fields became productive and fully met the food needs of the settlement, they have significantly reduced their hunting frequency.

"hunting!"

"A bloodbath!"

"hunting!"

"A bloodbath!"

The dragonborn warriors cheered and followed Angru, chanting slogans as they marched out.

Mokero was also caught up in the atmosphere, abandoning his feigned leader persona and joining the cheering crowd.

What could be more invigorating than a bloodbath?

Mokailo felt that the Dragon Lord was indeed wise.