Red Dragon, but chosen by all four gods

In the strait between the two islands, the gale never ceases, and the huge waves that rise with the wind crash against several small boats of different sizes, as if they could capsize at any moment.

To make matters worse, these small boats were crudely made and had absolutely no ability to withstand wind and waves.

But the small boats seemed to have a cheat code, maintaining stability under all kinds of adverse conditions. Even when hit by a giant wave, they could miraculously reappear in the spray and continue moving forward.

"The Dragon Lord is watching us from heaven. Give it your all! If you dare capsize the ship, you're not coming ashore!"

Mokero stood at the bow, directing: "We must be the first to reach the shore, row with all your might!"

The white dragon descendants echoed in unison, rowing their famous boats even harder.

The waves soaked their fur, but quickly turned into steam due to their body heat, and the whole boat was in a state of intense activity.

Mo Kailu shouted slogans while keeping an eye on the other small boats.

The Mirha tribe has an advantage in crossing the sea. They themselves went through countless hardships to cross the Sea of ​​Mist before finding this legendary pure land—the Gem Islands.

Therefore, they are far ahead of other dragon descendants in both sea-crossing experience and shipbuilding technology.

Only the Red Dragonborn, the werewolves of Galahron, were physically superior to them. They were using their superior physical strength to overcome their disadvantages in shipbuilding skills and experience, and were closely following behind them.

But catching up with them is still quite difficult.

Just as Mo Kailuo breathed a sigh of relief, he noticed out of the corner of his eye that a boat of similar size to theirs was already catching up to them from the other side.

"Damn it, it's those bastards from Lortheran."

He cursed under his breath and hurriedly urged his men to keep going, while he himself joined in the rowing.

"Barbarians are barbarians, they don't know how to unleash the power of the true dragon's blood." A mocking voice rang out.

Mokello turned his head and saw that the Black Dragonborn's ship was already sailing alongside them.

At the bow of the small boat belonging to the Black Dragonborn, Lucius held his head high, the very person he had just mocked.

"Damn it, those idiots from Lortheran can't build ships or avoid giant waves, how could they possibly catch up with us..." Mokello cursed.

But the facts did not change because of his unwillingness to accept defeat. No matter how hard they rowed, the Black Dragonborn's ship still overtook them.

Before Mokailo could even urge his men on, he saw why the Black Dragonborn was in the lead.

The Black Dragonborn's ships are designed to carry forty people, but the number of Dragonborn rowing on board is far less than that.

Mokero stood at the bow of the ship and looked down. Sure enough, he saw many black and white figures beneath the waves.

Those were the Lortheran family's signature pale skin and the black leather armor they wore...

These black dragon descendants are actually using their swimming skills to push the boat forward, not rowing!

After passing the ships of the white dragonborn, the ships of the black dragonborn became the leaders.

The Black Dragon is the most skilled swimmer among the five-colored dragons, and those who obtained the Black Dragon's true blood also inherited this skill.

In addition, the extra special lung granted by the Dragonborn modification surgery can not only purify toxic gases and diseases and provide a lot of physical endurance support, but also allow the Dragonborn to circulate their breath for a considerable period of time, making them even better swimmers.

As long as the ship is the first to land, who cares how it lands?

Lucius could already imagine the Dragon Lord's satisfied praise, and he was in high spirits, preparing to improvise a piece to add to the merriment.

However, his gaze also caught sight of a bizarre scene.

Those lowly Welding dwarves, whom they had always looked down upon, actually caught up with them in a boat!

They were weak and couldn't swim, so they couldn't paddle or push. When they first entered the water, they even had trouble dodging the waves and were quickly left behind. How could they possibly catch up?

Soon, Lucius saw the reason.

The green dragonborn weren't even rowing; their boats were moving on their own!

Many intertwined vines grew from both sides of the ship, which, under the control of the dwarves' green dragon magic, served as oars.

He could sense the magical fluctuations on the hull, and the bottom of the ship was probably covered with these vines as well.

No wonder their boats were so flat and large, with such a large space at the bottom; they were almost submerged by the waves at first.

So this method was hidden underground.

"You lot, all of you, get down and push the boat!"

"yes!"

Several splashes rang out in succession, and the remaining people on the boat also went into the water, pushing the boat even faster!

Lucius snorted. As long as they didn't pretend, their speed could be improved. The green dragon brethren wouldn't be able to steal their thunder!

As expected, even with the Green Dragonborn's best efforts in casting spells, Lucius's ship was not completely caught up.

Grey Hill Island, as an affiliated island of the Gemstone Islands, has a relatively small strait area.

Lucius hummed a little tune with a smug look on his face.

The beach on the other side is almost in sight. At this rate, we, Lortheran, will be the winners…

Wait, what's that in the sky?

……

"Commander Edmund, a giant wave is expected beneath our ship in 10 seconds."

"Commander Edmund, the angle has been calculated."

"Commander Edmund, the explosion magic is ready."

"Commander Edmund, the protective magic is complete..."

Ten seconds later, a fierce wind arose, and a giant wave, large enough to submerge the small boat ten times over, rose up. Instead of rowing to avoid it, the blue dragons plucked off the horns from their heads.

Some were so excited that they didn't manage their magic properly when pulling out the horns, and blood trickled down their foreheads.

This is their "staff," which, through a special modification surgery, transforms the horn closest to their brain into a "staff" that amplifies their mental power.

Normally, it must be kept closed on the top of the head to maintain a spiritual connection with the brain. When it is necessary to cast a spell, it can be temporarily removed and used as a staff.

This is a unique modification surgery performed on their Blue Dragon descendants.

"boom--!"

As the giant wave reached its peak, the massive air cannon, with the combined efforts of more than a dozen dragonborn, exploded with a deafening roar beneath the ship.

The Blue Dragonborn are the fewest in number, so their ships are the smallest. A tiny boat carrying only a dozen or so people is easily blasted away by an air cannon that has been positioned at a good angle.

Propelled by the giant waves, it traced a perfect parabola, soaring over the four small boats at the bow of the competing vessel, and crashed directly onto the beach.

"You're not rowing like this at all!" Lucius, who landed a little too late, shouted.

"You bunch of swimmers who just got out of the water have the nerve to say that?" Mo Kailuo, who was following behind, immediately retorted.

"Could the vines help us fly...?"

Instead of joining their argument, Little Corleone was inspired by the actions of the blue dragonborn and quickly gathered with the other green dragonborn to discuss the matter.

Soon, their arguing stopped, and they immediately knelt on the beach—in the sky, five giant dragons folded their wings and landed in front of them.

"A shortcut," Ferdom scoffed.

"Your retinue is no less impressive," Mortar immediately added.

"As long as we achieve the result, it's much better than failing and having to make excuses." Maglen, who was never good with words, finally found an opportunity to mock the black dragon and the green dragon, and naturally he wouldn't let it go.

Only Anglu didn't know what they were arguing about and wanted to take the opportunity to rub against Heros.

"Stop, your families are watching you."

As soon as Heros spoke, the three young dragons had no choice but to stop.

Heros glanced at the blue dragon descendant who was lying in a daze, and then at the other dragon descendants who were using various methods.

Overall, I am very satisfied.

Whether they rely on their superior physical abilities or their unique dragon-born talents.

They all clearly possess the ability to accomplish tasks in various situations, which is the most important capability of an army.

"This is just a small game; Maglen's retinue won, and the reward will be given upon their return."

Maglenon glanced smugly at the green and black dragons, receiving two disdainful looks in return.

"Next, let's discuss the mission assignments."

As soon as Heros spoke, all the young dragons and dragonborn focused their attention on him.