Red Dragon Monster Hunter Template.

Thor's heart sank. When he saw the red figure clearly, he jumped off the rock without saying a word and ran wildly down into the dense forest.

A loud roar suddenly exploded behind him, its intimidating power causing the scales on his body to stand up uncontrollably.

"My dear child, why do you run away when you see your mother?"

A gust of wind came from behind him, and a huge red shadow suddenly fell from the sky, smashing through a large number of tree branches and landing squarely in front of Thor.

This was a 17-meter-long red dragon, its body as thick as an iron tower, its claws and teeth ferocious and sharp, and its eyes, as red as burning charcoal, were fixed on Thor—who was none other than the mother of this body.

Thor slowly stopped, facing Chiriel, feeling no joy at their reunion. The scales on his brow trembled slightly, and a strange sense of foreboding crept over him.

He observed the other party discreetly, and when his gaze fell on the orc with its thick claws, his heart sank to the bottom.

True dragons have always had amazing memories; they can remember the exact location of every single gold coin in their treasures.

He recognized this orc; it was clearly one of the orcs that had attacked him before.

With his mind racing, Thor forced a smile and spoke.

"So it's the great Mother who has come. It's been a long time. How have you been lately?"

When I saw you leave and never come back, I thought you had abandoned us.

Chiriel's gaze swept over Thor from head to toe, a hint of amazement flickering in her eyes.

If I remember correctly, her adopted son has been hatched from the egg for less than two years, yet he has already grown to this size. He truly deserves to be a descendant who inherited her excellent bloodline. She was indeed born to become the Red Dragon Queen.

After hearing Thor's words, Chiriel burst into loud laughter, spewing out thick smoke with sparks from her nostrils and mouth, filling the surrounding air with a pungent sulfur smell.

"What nonsense are you talking about? How could I abandon my own child?"

I was just out hunting before, but when I came back, you were all gone. I searched for you for a long time.

Now that you've found her, come with me! You're still just a fledgling dragon; how can you leave your mother's protection?"

Even with his ass, Thor could smell the lies in those words, but the question was, did he have any choice but to refuse?

Circumstances dictate that for Red Dragon, there is only one outcome if he refuses.

He could only suppress his anger and nod.

'These orcs were sent by that blue dragon called Stormfang, and now they've fallen into the hands of my cheap mother... That damned old woman, is she planning to sell me off?'

Or has she already sided with those blue cowards, wanting to learn from them and use her offspring as free slaves?

"That wretched old man! He's utterly disgraced the Red Dragon!"

Thor roared inwardly, but remained outwardly calm, and even began to plot against Sistana and Calp.

If we're going to die, we'll die together. They've all been captured, so how can they escape unscathed? Even if it means going to hell, they'll keep these two most important sources of essence firmly by their side.

“Dear Mother, Sistana and Culp are with me too, they’ll be back soon. Should we take them with us?”

Chiriel's crimson pupils flashed, and the battle on the wilderness intensified, with various tribes beginning to unite.

She had previously suffered from fighting alone, nearly falling into a centaur trap and being surrounded and annihilated by their army.

So after recovering from her injuries, her first thought was to seek refuge with the Blue Dragon Clan of Blackrock Fortress, currently the most powerful dragon force in the wilderness.

He even thought that once he came of age and was strong enough, he might be able to turn the tables and take over the entire group of blue dragons, along with their followers.

For Kalendak, who aspires to conquer the entire wilderness, a young red dragon is a considerable asset, capable of further expanding his territory.

Having entered his prime, his challenge level was as high as nineteen, far stronger than ordinary blue dragons of the same age. Naturally, he didn't need to worry about a red dragon that was still in its youth threatening him, and he accepted Chiriel with peace of mind.

When Chiriel actually joined Blackrock Fortress, she discovered that things were far more complicated than she had imagined.

Kalendak's minions include not only blue dragons, but also green, black, and white dragons.

These dragons were all ambitious and had the same plans as her. They also had a large number of followers, making her the weakest among them, as she was all alone.

How could the proud red dragon tolerate this?

However, it is not easy to recruit capable followers. First, you need to have your own territory. Secondly, powerful followers have better options and can directly pledge allegiance to the Blue Dragon leader.

Those who are weak can't play a significant role, and she doesn't have the patience to train them from scratch.

It wasn't until one day, when she saw the five-colored dragon cubs adopted by the Blue Dragon Clan, that she suddenly remembered her own three abandoned cubs.

A red dragon can enter adolescence in about thirty years and reach a challenge level of ten.

In addition, the dragon's powerful physique, innate breath weapon, and magic resistance will increase the challenge level by one or two levels, making it an absolute backbone force in any faction.

So Chiriel couldn't wait to return to her former lair and searched along the way. She accidentally discovered an orc fleeing in terror and finally found Thor.

……

Even if Thor didn't say anything, Chiriel would still go looking for the other two cubs. The Dragon Mother always had a strange feeling about the eggs she laid and the dragons that hatched from them.

Since the two little ones would come back on their own, she was too lazy to move. She grabbed the orc's forepaw and squeezed hard. With a crisp "crack" sound, the orc was instantly crushed into a pulp.

As the first rays of dawn were about to illuminate the mountaintop, two red figures finally emerged from the tall grass at the foot of the mountain.

Chiriel immediately glanced at Thor, her gaping mouth revealing sharp fangs, the danger unmistakable.

Then it spread its wings and flew with a whoosh toward Sistana and Kalp in the distance.

The two baby dragons reacted exactly like Thor when they saw their mother.

They immediately turned their heads, frantically moved their limbs, and ran away.

Even Thor couldn't escape, so how could Sistana and Culp possibly get away? In just a moment, they obediently flew back on their own.

Chiliel glanced at her eldest daughter and second son, then at her eldest son; the nearly double difference in height was particularly striking.

"Damn it! My noble bloodline is only manifested in the boss."

The remaining two are both useless; their bloodline must have been tainted by that lowly old bastard!

Chapter Thirty-Four: The Dragon Nurse

Four red dragons swept across the boundless wilderness, heading north, their silhouettes resembling a fiery cloud stretching out in the wind, slowly spreading across the sky.

Thor trailed helplessly behind Chiriel, his face, covered in scales, revealing no emotion, but inwardly he was seething with rage and couldn't help but roar inwardly.

That damned old bastard, he really did sell himself out! As they flew, the surrounding environment became increasingly dry and desolate, and he could even smell the dust in the air—clearly, they were heading towards the desert.

Red dragons wouldn't like this environment; only blue dragons love to inhabit the desert. This guy is clearly leading them to the blue dragon's territory.

"Calm down! Calm down first! Since it has already happened, there's no point in being angry anymore."

On the bright side, a blue dragon worthy of a young red dragon's allegiance must have many followers in its territory, and perhaps even other five-colored dragons.

If they could provide me with spiritual essence like Sistana and Kalp did, perhaps it wouldn't be long before I could accumulate enough for advanced draws.

If we can obtain a suitable, powerful monster template, then...

……

After what could be described as a long flight, the long grass beneath Thor's feet was replaced by a desolate Gobi Desert. A reddish-brown Gobi Desert rose from the ground, upon which stood rows of dark and rugged fortresses.

With a mix of trepidation and excitement, he landed before the fortress on the rock-paved platform and followed Chiriel into the archway, which was exceptionally tall even for a true dragon.

The hall was dimly lit, with dappled beams of light streaming through the windows that barely illuminated the first half of the entrance.

However, the dragon's innate dark vision meant that Thor's vision was not affected at all. When he looked up, a blue dragon with a body length of over 30 meters instantly came into view.

The air was filled with the smell of ozone, and the constantly accumulating static electricity would occasionally burst out, making a crackling sound.

Is this the blue dragon known as "Storm Fang"? It looks quite powerful.

Just as Thor had confirmed the other party's identity, a burst of laughter, like an electric shock, echoed through the air.

"Chiliel, these are your children? They all look like fine dragon cubs!"

His gaze swept over the three red dragons before finally settling on Thor.

This fledgling dragon was enormous, twice the size of the other two, and its wings were so disproportionately large that he couldn't help but pay close attention to it.

However, as a mature blue dragon, he had already witnessed too many extraordinary things in his long life, and this alone was not enough to make him take it to heart.

"Give them to Leilia! She is the nurseryman of the dragon cubs and will surely take good care of your children."

Upon hearing this, Chiliel immediately narrowed her eyes in displeasure and growled in a low voice.

"You can't do this! This is my child, and he should stay with me."

However, the blue dragon lying on the stone platform simply shook its head slightly.

"All true dragons who join the tribe are members of the tribe and must abide by the tribe's rules and traditions."

Go and fetch Leilia; tell her that new cubs have arrived.

An undeniable growl echoed through the hall, leaving Chiliel with no choice but to bow her head in resentment.

But that doesn’t mean she’s going to give up—these are the chicks that hatched from the eggs she laid herself, how could she just give them away to the blue dragon for nothing?

“I can hand them over to the community, but once they reach adolescence, they must serve me for half their time!”

"No! At most one-third..."

Thor, Sistana, and Calp squatted behind Chiriel, quietly watching their adoptive mother haggle and discuss what price to "sell" them for.

He felt no sadness at this; only rising anger and deep contempt.

A moment later, the sound of flapping wings came from outside the hall again, accompanied by the whistling wind and the vibration of heavy objects hitting the ground, and another blue dragon walked in.

It was a young blue dragon, a size smaller than Chiriel, about 14 meters long. Its body was covered with scales that gradually changed from sky blue to indigo, and the surface was as smooth as a mirror, like shining gems.

She strode gracefully through the massive archway, her flexible neck held high, her long tail swaying gently behind her, her pterosaur-like wings slightly open, and her amber eyes looking down at Thor and his two young dragons.

"Three red chicks, that's quite rare. Come with me."

A sharp, electric-like sound rang out, and without waiting for Thor and the others to respond, he walked straight out of the archway.

The contemptuous attitude enraged the three fledgling dragons, but the situation was beyond their control, and they could only obediently follow behind.

After all, the red dragon is just short-tempered, not intellectually deficient, and will adopt an appropriate posture when necessary.

After passing through the enormous archway, the blue dragon in front of us immediately spread its long, narrow wings, which extended all the way to the wing membrane at its tail, maximizing its ability to catch updrafts and effortlessly soaring through the sky.

Blue dragons are probably the fastest of all five chromatic dragons, after all, they are naturally close to the wind and lightning elements, and their body structure is more suitable for flight.

The blue dragon named Leilia showed no intention of caring for the three hatchlings and quickly disappeared into the distance on the blowing hot wind, leaving only a trail of flashing lightning.

At this moment, Thor and his three young dragons had already left Blackrock Fortress, and the blue dragon in front had also flown a distance, which seemed to be an excellent opportunity to escape.

However, reason prevented them from acting rashly, so they could only follow the direction in which the blue dragon disappeared, desperately flapping their wings.

They did not venture deep into the desert and Gobi, but instead proceeded along the boundary between the grassland and the desert. About half an hour later, a winding river appeared ahead.

The abundant water nourished the arid land, providing the necessary conditions for the growth of vegetation, and thus an oasis was formed along the river in this barren land.

On the northern side of the river, there is a large, protruding Gobi desert, which appears to be rich in red soil, giving it a rusty color.

The young blue dragon landed at the top of the Gobi Desert. It seemed to have been there for quite some time. Upon seeing Thor and his group arrive, it immediately roared to the sky.

"All you little ones, come and gather here. You have new companions."

A sharp, electric-like sound traveled far through the air.

Soon after, the sound of flapping wings could be heard from the distant woods, bushes, and mudflats.

Thor, with Sistana and Kalp, landed on the Gobi Desert behind Leilia. Looking around, he saw figures of various colors, including blue, green, black, and white, rapidly approaching.

Those were young dragons, probably numbering over twenty. More than a third of them were blue dragons, followed closely by white dragons, while green and black dragons were fewer in number, probably less than a third combined.

They landed on the open flat ground at the top of the Gobi Desert, surrounding the three newly arrived fledglings.

"A red dragon, it's actually a red dragon?"

"These arrogant brutes!"

"A vulgar vandal!"

A noisy conversation broke out, filled with ill intent.

Chapter Thirty-Five: Becoming One of the Best