Chapter 591 - 383: My Foolish Brother Was Captured by the King of Evil Dragons!
The cold wind carried ice crystals, like countless tiny blades, scraping across the vast land.
The world was a blanket of white, only the howling snowstorm reigning over everything.
This place was vastly different from the thunderous and electrically charged realm the Blue Dragons were accustomed to; here, it was the Border Area, enveloped and swept by endless snowstorms.
A sizable Dragon Group was currently flying low over this unfamiliar snowy plain.
The snow light highlighted the leader’s sky-blue scales, as beautiful as fragments of a clear sky - it was Blue Dragon Zoraya.
Every powerful stroke of her Dragon Wings tore through the piercing cold wind, followed by over twenty young dragons and dragon hatchlings, much smaller than her in size.
Among them, the Blue Dragons were the most numerous, interspersed with a few young Evil Dragon hatchlings of other kinds.
They were the new generation of the former Dominican Dragon Group, and now needed to be reshaped, branded with a new imprint.
These still-young Dragons beat their tender wings fiercely, striving to keep up with their leader’s pace.
The young dragons flapped their still-tender wings, their eyes filled with confusion and unease, as well as fear and anxiety.
The King of Molten Iron, the Dragon who killed his father, the King of the Borderland... the owner of these titles was the shadow looming over all the young dragons’ hearts recently.
They all knew the leader of the Heart of Thunder was dead.
And now, they were about to be sent to the King of Molten Iron to receive his "new" education.
Yes, education—Zoraya used this relatively mild term, but it did nothing to ease the young dragons’ inner unease.
They almost unanimously believed that the life they were about to face might be more miserable and unbearable than their time with the Dominican Dragon Group.
"I... I heard that the King of Molten Iron is vicious beyond measure, he wouldn’t even blink when killing a Dragon."
A young Blue Dragon whispered tremblingly to its companion beside it, its body involuntarily shivering: "If we accidentally anger him, we might be killed by him directly."
Almost simultaneously, another young Red Dragon growled excitedly, eyes burning with ambition beyond its age.
"The King of Molten Iron? Hmph! Listen, one day, I will replace him!"
Its words were ignored.
A timid female young Blue Dragon also began to tremble.
"No... it’s not just brutality and ferocity."
She said: "I heard he even eats Dragons! A terrifying dragon-eating Dragon!"
"If we’re sent there, we must be meant as reserve food!"
Panic spread quietly through the Dragon Group like a plague.
The young dragons began to stir, their eyes shifting, with a tendency to scatter and flee.
A clever little Green Dragon had even secretly sneaked to the edge of the group, ready to seize the opportunity to escape.
Crack!
A vivid green, like a living lightning bolt, suddenly shot out, striking all the young dragons who were whispering or showing signs of fleeing.
The intense paralysis made their bodies convulse violently, nearly losing their balance and falling from the sky.
"Silence! No whispering, no spreading rumors!"
Zoraya’s deep and authoritative voice echoed, and all the young dragons instantly fell as silent as cicadas in winter, not daring to make any unnecessary noise.
Having successfully intimidated the restless little ones, Zoraya’s expression softened slightly.
She slowed her pace, ensuring her voice reached every young dragon’s ear clearly.
"Listen, there are no storms from Thunderous Cliff here, the environment might be harsh for you."
"But the cold can temper your will, and the silence allows you to hear your inner voice more clearly, instead of constantly being drowned out by the external clamor and old order’s noise."
"Bringing you to the Border Area is not to treat you as food, nor for cruel abuse."
Blue Dragon Zoraya continued in a steady voice: "The King of Molten Iron offers you a chance to survive and become powerful, not destruction."
"You are fortunate."
"Sending you here is in the hope that you’ll receive a brand new education, grow into stronger Dragons, and have a future different from the past."
After hearing these words, which carried a tinge of hope rather than intimidation, the young dragons’ restless emotions calmed down considerably.
Though fear still prevailed in their hearts about the never-before-seen King of Molten Iron, they also quietly nurtured an irrepressible curiosity—curious about how powerful he truly was, curious about the magnitude of his majesty.
As for hatred? That was far from being mentioned.
In the society of Evil Dragons, the law of the jungle, survival of the fittest and respect for the strong is a natural thing.
Moreover, their life in the Dominican Dragon Group was far from ideal, suffering bullying and oppression from older Dragons from top to bottom.
What had once supported them to stay in the Dragon Group was no more than the greater dangers outside, and the expectation that once they became strong, they could, in turn, oppress other Dragons.
At this moment.
Beyond the curtain of wind and snow, the hazy outline of a vast valley gradually became clearer.
Dragon Valley, their destination for this trip, and the beginning of an unknown destiny.
"We’ve arrived."
Zoraya said coldly: "Put away your fear and anxiety! Remember, cowards will never be valued or respected in any Dragon Group!"
She certainly didn’t want the timid performance of these little ones to affect her established reliable image in Galos’ eyes.
As time passed, the young dragons and hatchlings got closer and closer to the mouth of the valley.