A Dragon against the Whole World

They saw the valley surrounded by a dense array of watchtowers and defensive structures, felt the scrutinizing gaze of a fully-armed strong guard, and the disciplined flying dragon group patrolling and circling high in the sky.

Especially eye-catching to the dragons was a dark red fortress seemingly burning silently amid the wind and snow.

It stood majestically, exuding a grandeur and splendor.

Here... it looks much more imposing and stern than Thunderous Cliff... Many young dragons spontaneously formed this thought.

The size of the Followers of the Dominican Dragon Group is insufficient.

The guards of Thunderous Cliff are mainly handled by Giant Dragons, and it appears less stringent and powerful than here.

Except for the initial anxiety and curiosity, an indescribable anticipation gradually grew in the hearts of the young and fledgling dragons.

Soon, Blue Dragon Zoraya led this dragon group into the interior of the Dragon Valley.

Boom! Crash!

Dull collision sounds came from not far away, incessantly echoing.

The young dragons widened their eyes and looked in the direction of the sound.

In a specially cleared wide area, an imposing and mighty Giant Dragon ignored the cries and pleas of prey below its feet, training a blood-looking Metal Dragon in an overwhelmingly oppressive manner.

"It’s... it’s the mighty King of Molten Iron himself!"

"Oh heavens! He’s torturing a Metal Dragon prisoner? He must be the King of Evil Dragons among evil dragons, a paragon for us!"

"I want to be like him in the future!"

"One day, I will replace him!"

"......."

Noise again brewed among the young and fledgling dragon groups; they couldn’t help but shout, craning their necks to see the power and intimidation scene more clearly.

At that moment.

The ground suddenly transmitted a clear tremor!

Their sight was instantly entirely obscured by a massive wall filled with white scales.

More accurately, it was an incredibly strong White Dragon.

Her muscular lines were prominent and solid; although her overall muscularity might not exceed that of a Red Dragon of the same size, she definitely far surpassed an ordinary White Dragon, covered entirely in thick white scales, emanating a fierce and intense aura.

It was White Dragon Trish.

Upon learning that Dragon Valley would soon welcome a large batch of young dragons, she had been eagerly waiting for a long time.

If not for meticulously creating a sufficiently authoritative entrance impression, she might have impatiently gone to meet them halfway through.

"They’re all yours."

Zoraya said to the White Dragon; she knew this was the Nurturer of Dragon Valley.

The Blue Dragon couldn’t wait to flap her Dragon Wings, leaping over Trish, and flew toward the area where the King of Molten Iron was.

White Dragon Trish’s gaze turned sharp as a blade, scanning each young dragon present, her mouth slowly curling into a smile that sent chills down the spines of all fledgling and young dragons.

"Crawlers."

She slowly started to speak: "From today, I, Trish, am your instructor at Dragon Valley! All dragons must unconditionally follow my orders!"

Just mere white scales.

....An approximately 12-year-old Blue young dragon couldn’t help but whisper, his dragon face full of defiance and contempt.

In the hierarchy of the Dominican Dragon Group, White Dragons always sit at the bottom of the chain of oppression, looked down upon by them.

Even though the White Dragon before him was larger and older, it couldn’t instantly overturn their deep-rooted bias.

Trish’s dragon head swung suddenly, locking eyes on the whispering Blue young dragon.

Unexpectedly, she didn’t get angry; instead, her smile grew more cheerful.

Swoosh!

A sudden fierce icy wind swept across, whisking the disrespectful Blue young dragon away from the team.

The next instant, White Dragon Trish’s massive dragon claw reached out, grabbing him in mid-air, then mercilessly stomped him underfoot, grinding down with cold clawed toes.

"Very good."

"Seems there are still some little ones among you who don’t understand the situation."

Trish smiled radiantly: "Then next, I will teach you all the most important and fundamental lesson in the life of a dragon in the most direct way."

"—Recognize your ecological niche!"

Her favorite thing was to train these self-important, arrogant yet incredibly weak dragons, allowing them to deeply understand the niche theory, teaching them to maintain due reverence and respect for those existing in higher niches.

On the other side.

Blue Dragon Zoraya quietly stood at the edge of the training area, watching the King of Molten Iron fiercely training and simultaneously exercising the Red Silver Dragon, with admirable patience.

She didn’t interrupt, just quietly waited like the most patient audience.

Under Zoraya’s gaze, the originally exhausted Red Silver Dragon groaned a few times, seemingly stimulated by some invisible competitive consciousness, gritted its teeth and continued to persist, demonstrating stronger resilience than usual, until it finally became completely exhausted, limp on the ground with its chest heaving violently, panting heavily.

Galos saw this and temporarily ceased his disciplining training of her.

Zoraya seized the moment, approached suitably, and with a gentle tone whispered: "My noble and mighty Dragon Lord, due to your renowned name, our Dragon Group’s expansion in the Central Region has been very successful, encountering hardly any decent resistance."

She briefly reported the recent situation in the Central Region.