Red Dragon, but chosen by all four gods

A day later, in the makeshift dragon nest built high in the mountain, all the young dragons gathered again in front of Heros to report the results of their investigation.

Heros first asked Maglen and Mortal questions:

"Magnum, Mortal, what are your findings regarding the abandoned farmland?"

Maglen first reported to the leader: "I and the dragonborn investigated the areas around several barren villages, but found no obvious traces of magic."

"To conduct a detailed investigation, we must enter the village. To avoid alerting those 'insects,' I did not send anyone in rashly."

Heros then looked at Mortal.

Instead of reporting in person, Mortar pushed forward a short dragonborn under his command.

Little Corleone first bowed to Heros before speaking very quickly:

"My brothers and I investigated the land and found that the land near the village was also normal."

He lifted a stalk of grain bearing an ear of grain from behind him to prove his conclusion.

"If we give you all this land, can you quickly produce enough food to solve the famine?" Heros asked.

"No problem! We brought some cultivated seeds with us before we set off. With the Dragon Lord's magic, all the farmland will soon be full of crops!" Little Corleone patted his small chest and assured him.

Heros nodded slightly, indicating his satisfaction.

Motar proudly fiddled with her polished claws, acting as if she didn't need to do anything herself.

Maglen and Furdom cursed inwardly.

Finally, it was Faldom's turn, and she also wanted to emulate Mortal's attitude of having everything under control.

But she hadn't let Lucius prepare, fearing that if he couldn't answer Heros's question, he would become a laughingstock to that bastard Mortal, so she reported to Heros herself.

"I had the dragonborn disguise themselves as villagers fleeing famine and infiltrate the villages to investigate. Some of the abandoned villages showed signs of outsiders arriving."

"However, the villagers seemed very protective of these outsiders and were wary of my family, not revealing much."

"I can confirm that they are not under any magical control."

"Since your dragonborn infiltrated the village, why didn't you find any trace of those insects inside?" Mortar interjected, his words full of provocation.

Faldom gritted his teeth and let out a soft sigh: "I'm sorry, brother, my dragonborn have found no sign of the outsiders hiding."

"It's alright, it's enough to find out this much in a short time."

Heros said thoughtfully, "Your dragonborn training with Hill in tracking techniques is such that even they couldn't find any trace of you, which actually proves that these outsiders are the key."

Hearing this, Ferdom regained his confidence, raised his head again, and continued to exchange glances with Morthal.

"Levin, Tarek sent you back. Has there been any progress?"

"Yes, Dragon Lord."

Levin is a dragonborn who followed Tarek and was one of the original six-man squad.

Because of his speed, he often followed Tarek around, serving as a scout and messenger.

"The noble lords here are very cooperative and have already offered up all the resources in their treasuries, asking only for the Dragon Court to protect them and to quickly suppress the rebellious rebellion."

"Rebellious peasants? They've only just started their rebellion. As a noble lord, he commands the largest army on Grayhill Island. How can starving peasants threaten him?"

"When Commander Tarek sent me to deliver the message, he did a quick investigation."

Levin paused for a moment, then continued, "After I left the castle of the noble lord, I saw many armored warriors along the way, active among the wandering rebels. It seems that some minor lords, or their troops, have joined the rebellion."

"Oh?" Heros raised an eyebrow. "Interesting."

Although Heros was quite disgusted by this inefficient and decentralized feudal system, he had to admit that it had one advantage.

The probability of a powerful minor lord rebelling is very low, and order will generally remain in a stagnant state.

Minor lords can be content with modest wealth and have no strong motivation to rebel against their superiors.

The nobles who were granted titles at each level below were all part of the ruling class, enjoying the support of the lower-level people. It was difficult for them to collude with each other or unite the lower-level people to rebel.

They are only loyal to their own lord and do not have to bear the influence of higher powers.

The fact that they exercise power at the top provides them with a stable opportunity for exploitation.

So even if there is a famine, it is the lower-class people who die, while these noble lords have their own granaries and naturally will not go hungry.

Even when they were starving, the Golden Dragon Court's relief was always delivered to them first; if they rebelled, they would lose it.

In short, the famine has only been going on for a short time, yet the great lord of Grayhill Island has been forced to offer up his treasure trove in exchange for a chance to "live." The rebellion has progressed far too quickly.

Heros pondered for a moment, then quickly made a decision.

"Magnon, your dragon lineage is too conspicuous. Don't go out this time."

"Oh." Maglen was somewhat disappointed.

"Izek, you lead the team to support Tarek."

Upon hearing this, Izec, who had been idle all along, immediately perked up.

"Without Tarek's orders, you are not allowed to directly participate in the battle. First, defend the noble lord's castle and report the situation to me at any time."

"……yes."

Hearing this, Izek became somewhat depressed again.

Defense isn't in his nature; he prefers a more physical, hand-to-hand combat style.

He sometimes goes hunting with the white dragon descendants. Although he doesn't understand the meaning of blood bathing, he is gradually coming to like it.

"Motal, take your dragonborn, reveal your identity as the Golden Dragon Court, and do your best to grow food in the desolate village to solve the famine for me."

"Report to me immediately if any further desertification occurs."

"As you wish, brother," Mortar replied.

"Be careful. If those outsiders are lurking in the village, you could become their target," Heros warned.

Upon hearing this, Motar also became serious.

She was still a young dragon and not good at direct combat. Not being in the safe dragon's nest meant she was at risk of being attacked.

However, she has grown for many years with the help of "gifts", and her vitality is far superior to that of ordinary young dragons. She is confident that she has at least the ability to escape.

Seeing that she had taken his advice to heart, Heros didn't say anything more.

The five-colored dragons have never had stable original families, yet since the Golden Age, they have consistently outnumbered the metal dragons.

It relies on its strong survival and adaptability. The inherited memories are accompanied by countless survival memories, which are the unique wealth of the Five-Colored Dragon.

"Furdom, you and your dragonborn will stay by Mortal's side to protect her. Be careful not to reveal your identities. Continue to pretend to be refugees seeking food."

"Now that the famine is over, they will most likely take action. Take this opportunity to capture those outsiders."

"Yes."

Although Faldom and Mortar were at odds, that was a matter within the dragon pack. Now that it concerned the extermination of external enemies, Faldom naturally had no objections.

"Mokero." Heros bypassed Anglu and summoned Mokero directly.

"Here." Mokello stepped out from behind Anglu.

"Take your troops and infiltrate the rebel armies. If necessary, you can join them in attacking the castles of noble lords."

"I want you to find out why these rebellions happened so quickly, and report back to me as soon as you have the results."

"Yes!" Mo Kailuo accepted the order.