Under the Red Dragon

In the end, Kalon's dragon claws couldn't resist and scratched his head a few times vigorously, only then feeling that his swelling brain seemed to calm down after some kind of ritual.

"Forget it, I'm still far from that stage anyway, and I'm not like those mages who can only rely on magical knowledge. I'm a dragon who's growing all the time."

Kalon stood up, feeling the gains after absorbing magic and growing during this period. Two powers similar to the awakening of his ancestral bloodline—the power to turn everything to ash—were faintly visible in his bloodline.

These were the powers of earth and metal, innate bloodline potential possessed by all red dragons.

However, not every red dragon could activate these two talents like Kalon. Ordinary red dragons might only begin to awaken such potential after crossing the boundary of life and becoming an ancient red dragon.

It could only be said that under the super-limit growth talent, Kalon gained far more benefits than he imagined, such as the unique fire domain that only red dragons had a chance to possess upon reaching adulthood.

"Maybe when these two powers are born, I can first put three layers of domains on my enemies before fighting them in the future. Only those who can withstand it will be qualified to face me head-on, and I can also become a little legend," Kalon thought with some joy.

With this kind of power growth, this red dragon basically wouldn't care about group attacks from low-level opponents, unless their power was stronger than his, they would be qualified to break through the shackles and challenge him.

If such power continued to grow, destroying a country with one dragon didn't seem impossible, as long as Kalon could develop stealthily and grow to a powerful enough stage.

"But I seem to lack some powerful means of escape. Although I'm much faster than other dragons in full flight, I'm bound to encounter some opponents who are much stronger than me."

Although his safety was somewhat guaranteed in his dragon's lair, and the dragon dependents whose weapons had been upgraded could also cause great damage, even other young red dragons would suffer if they attacked together.

But Kalon always had times when he had to leave the dragon's lair, or when he was alone. He couldn't possibly bring all the dragons and dependents with him wherever he went.

Kalon frowned, thinking about what kind of escape method he should add to himself to be more secure, so that he could run away if he couldn't beat his opponent.

Kalon's consciousness sank into his spiritual ocean. Now that he had returned to this land and regained his rule over it, the power of heart provided by his dragon and dependent underlings gradually increased.

Even the adventurers in those human camps, because they were affected by Kalon and recognized Kalon's rule over this area, could more or less draw some power of heart from them.

And those ferocious species subdued by the dragon could occasionally feedback some weak power of heart to Kalon.

Now, the accumulated power of heart was almost enough for Kalon to carry out the next strengthening.

Crack, Kalon threw a metal block he had fished out of the lava lake into his mouth full of fangs, chewed it gently, and then swallowed it into his stomach.

These metals were quickly decomposed by the dragon's gastric acid, turning into tiny strands of energy that were absorbed by the dragon.

Regularly eating metal was very beneficial to the growth of dragons. It could not only make the dragon's scales and skin more resilient, gaining stronger defense, but also accelerate the dragon's growth and development when eating metals with corresponding attributes.

For example, those white dragons living in the glacial polar regions often swallowed a specialty product grown in the crevices of glaciers—ice crystal stone, a special mineral that would make the white dragon's breath more powerful.

However, the impact of swallowing metal on dragons was very small, and it required long-term eating to allow the dragon to obtain sufficient benefits. Generally, only lord dragons like Kalon could afford such consumption.

Many chromatic dragons who eked out a living by eating dirt and gnawing on tree bark would not treat rare metals and minerals as food when they found them, but as treasures to decorate their treasure trove that even thieves would feel sorry for.

But now Kalon was considered to have a large family and a great business. There were indeed many mineral veins in the territory. Although no large magic mineral veins had been discovered, there were actually not enough people to mine those rare metal ores.

Or rather, there were not enough people who knew how to smelt ores. Kobold dependents, as good hands at mining ores, could mine tons of rare ores for Kalon and the dragon group every month.

It was a pity that these dependents were all players who relied on talent to make a living, and no monster knew the technology to smelt and purify ore.

"It seems that I have to let Dos pay close attention to this aspect, as well as the merchant groups. Dragons need their own merchant groups, or merchant groups that work for dragons, otherwise the transaction of many resources will be very inconvenient, and it will be difficult to meet my wishes."

Kalon thought about the problems of the territory.

"Hmm?"

Kalon raised his head. His developed perception discovered invisible fluctuations in the air, but the visitor had not yet entered the warning range of the Dreamwake spell, so he had not exposed his position.

Fuu fuu, Kalon's nose sniffed. His long, snow-white fangs were revealed. He grinned, and a gentle dragon fire burned towards a certain place in the air.

Soon, the fluctuations in the air manifested, and a pixie sprite wearing a green petal mini-skirt and with two tender bud flowers on her head appeared in the fluctuations.

Raven, with her little hands on her slender waist, puffed out her chest, and glared fiercely at the red dragon who was holding back his bad intentions, "Stupid Kalon, you almost burned your only pixie sprite friend to death!"

"It doesn't matter, there are many pixie sprites in the forest anyway, presumably they are all happy to 'voluntarily' be friends with a powerful dragon like me."

Kalon deliberately teased the pixie sprite. He always felt that the angry and stomping sprite was very funny. Perhaps this was an influence inherited from the dragon's own bad taste.

"Hmph, hmph, hmph,"

The pixie sprite Raven also knew that Kalon had deliberately sprayed the dragon breath crookedly, but Kalon's words still made the sprite a little angry.

So Raven hugged her arms and swayed back and forth in front of Kalon, her small mouth almost pouting to the sky.

Kalon's eyes were full of the sprite's fluttering wings, which almost made the dragon dizzy. Kalon had to shake his head and asked, "Why did you come over as soon as I woke up? You don't come to see me every day, do you?"

The pixie sprite's swaying figure solidified in mid-air. She said somewhat stutteringly, "It's not, it's just too boring. I'm always listening to those pixie sprites bragging about what new friends they've made."

Raven's eyes turned, and she didn't stutter anymore. She looked up at the overlooking red dragon and said, "Kalon, why don't we go on an adventure? With my intelligence and your strength, we will definitely have a pleasant adventure."

"Who knows if the one who brags the most among the pixie sprites isn't you," Kalon slandered in his heart, but although his relationship with the sprite was as close as friends, the sprite's words would not affect his own thoughts.

Moreover, the dragon's territory was still relatively stable because these dragons were still maintaining their original territory size relatively steadily, including the territories of ogre and centaur tribes.

Although they were gradually expanding towards the grassland, they were also choosing to expand towards places where there were no powerful tribes and monsters entrenched.

If the dragon group continued to expand greatly, it would also attract the hostility and attention of many surrounding monsters.

When the dragon group was just subduing dependents and preparing to expand, those ogres who were always paying attention to the dragons would take the initiative to launch attacks on the dragon group, let alone the dragon group attacking greatly, which might attract the surrounding monsters to gather and besiege the territory.

Kalon had already understood that in this wilderness land and even the entire world, every race and monster had its own fixed living and activity range. If you didn't actively touch it, everyone could maintain a state of peace.

All the land for survival had to be fought for with blood and fire to gain a foothold. The strength of these young dragons was far from strong enough, and they still needed to lie dormant and develop for some time.

If he went out to adventure during this time, it would be a foolish choice, but Kalon didn't blame the sprite.

Pixie sprites, sometimes, would take many risks in order to pursue happiness and fun. In Kalon's eyes, these sprites were actually quite chaotic.

The red dragon decisively shook his head, "The outside world is still very dangerous for me now. I have to stay in my territory and grow up. But if you say you're bored, I do know a lot of interesting little games."