Under the Red Dragon

“Go, I will appear at the right moment when you get there,”

Kalron habitually curled up his supple body, resting his long tail on his chin, contentedly enjoying the flattery of the pixie Raven, while instructing the green dragon Antagina.

He had re-sensed the emergence of the Dragonkin Aspect, restored their connection, and was now reviewing the memories connected to their shared consciousness.

He didn't even need to leave personally; if the green dragon encountered trouble, the Dragonkin Aspect could lend a hand before returning to Kalron himself.

His abilities couldn't be hidden from these dragon companions he spent day and night with, and he didn't need to deliberately conceal them.

And the willingness of these dragons to actively work for the dragon clan was commendable. The five-colored dragon's bloodline naturally possessed a chaotic and violent desire for conquest that was difficult to eliminate. This was an inherent nature present in their bloodline from birth and impossible to eradicate.

Kalron only taught the dragons in the clan to control the chaos. He would never allow these dragons to completely abandon the influence from their bloodline because he couldn't do it either.

Kalron had only been adding things to the dragons in the clan, allowing the influence of some more important things to outweigh the influence of some inherent natures.

So, upon hearing that they could conquer a wyvern group, these young dragons were eager to try. After all, these young dragons were starting to mature one by one and were too embarrassed to fight at the drop of a hat like they did when they were young.

Apart from the relatively calm bronze dragon Alina and the copper dragon Alfred, who was undertaking increasingly heavy tasks, even the adolescent blue dragon Akatz was very eager to go with the green dragon Antagina.

The five-colored dragon species possessed a strong desire for conquest.

So, several dragons started arguing about who would stay behind to guard the territory.

Kalron had a headache. Clearly, these dragons hadn't formed a sense of responsibility. To be able to fight, they all wanted to shirk their duties.

But if you guys are relaxed, how can I be relaxed? So, holding this thought, Kalron glared and grumbled, "How many dragons does it take to conquer a group of wyverns? Have you guys had too much rest? That's great, Rosani, come over here, I have some tasks for you."

The other young dragons were so frightened that they scattered in a rush. The adolescent blue dragon Akatz also quietly flew into the sky, pretending that he was patrolling the territory today.

The black dragon Rosani ignored Kalron's threat. He shamelessly followed behind the green dragon Antagina, heading to the Greenwild Forest with Klaineria.

This black dragon, who had become addicted to gnawing on trees, was now clearly more interested in the Tree of Life than in the sturdy little mares on the grassland. Kalron didn't know if it was good or bad.

After all, with the dragon's, uh, slightly peculiar aesthetic, it wouldn't be surprising even if the black dragon Rosani fell in love with a treant in the future.

The pixie Raven held a bunch of plump grapes, flying around in front of Kalron's head, trying to please the red dragon. These grapes were fruits grown in newly opened plantations, specifically used to supply the territory's officials and the dragon clan's consumption. Each grape was almost the size of a fist.

Those elven druids who had submitted to the dragon clan's territory were assigned to various places to cultivate excellent fruits and grains for the territory, as well as livestock breeding.

These elven druids were quite professional in this regard. Kalron felt that the elven druids' contribution on the battlefield was far inferior to their achievements in this area.

Originally, Raven's work was undertaken by those elven maids, including grooming the dragons' scales, serving food, and conveying orders. Now, Kalron had also begun to learn to enjoy life.

Enjoyment was also one of the pleasures of a dragon. In Kalron's view, who had worked hard to manage the territory for a long time, if there was no enjoyment at all, then there was no point in being a dragon lord.

“Kalron, Kalron,” the pixie Raven flew to Kalron's ear after feeding the red dragon the twentieth grape.

She said softly in a coquettish tone, "Whew, I want to print your image on a Myriad World Card, with the ability to suppress all monster cards. Can you give me a scale, duck!"

“My image is not yet suitable to appear on cards, Raven,” Kalron shook his head, rejecting the pixie's request,

“But you can study printing the images of other dragons in the dragon clan on the cards,” Kalron stretched out his claws, retracted his sharp claws, and then gently tapped the pixie's forehead with his finger.

The pixie Raven protected the two flowers inserted in her head, lest they be accidentally touched by Kalron's claws. She wrinkled her crystal clear little nose and said, “Kalron, I think your wisdom is just a tiny bit more than mine. Let's study it together!”

The pixie's forehead was forever adorned with those two bunches of flowers, whether she was wearing an acorn hat or a flower crown. These were Raven's dragon horns, also treasures that others could not touch.

Kalron injected his power into Raven's dragon horns. After practicing for a long time, Kalron finally roughly mastered the magical usage of psionic energy.

As long as the pixie Raven encountered danger in the future, she could release an ordinary summoning spell through her 'dragon horns'. The power wasn't great, just summoning Kalron.

Kalron told the pixie about this special summoning magic, then patted Raven's little head and smiled, "Alright, Raven, I'm going to swim in the ocean of knowledge. You can study it slowly yourself!"

“Hmph,” the pixie Raven clenched her little fist, “Your heart, you guy, is like a warm stone!”

Kalron flapped his wings and took off. With just a light flap, he landed in front of his lair.

Now, this mountain not only absorbed power from the depths of the earth's core but was also changing under Kalron's power.

It was not only the highest mountain in the mountains, but the top of the mountain was more like a huge basin, except that the edges of the basin were those gradually accumulated and cooled lava.

The original crater was now more like a lake that always bubbled with living water in the basin, occupying about a quarter of the basin's area.

Now, this basin not only had many fire-attribute plants growing but also some ordinary ironwood and vines and weeds growing in the cooled lava.

Some strange little animals also lived in this area. Living in this unusual environment for a long time, both animals and plants had undergone unusual changes.

Even the most ordinary ironwood had a much higher density than the same species of trees outside. Those animals also gradually became dyed with the same color as Kalron's scales.

Now, this area had become a small ecological park.

Kalron walked slowly, heading towards his lair.

His mind was still connected to the consciousness of the Dragonkin Avatar, slowly accepting the knowledge information stored by the Dragonkin Avatar.

The newly acquired ability made him extremely satisfied. He was troubled by the fact that there were too many things he wanted to do and was somewhat overwhelmed.

Even though dragons possessed almost inexhaustible energy, it was impossible to do several things well at the same time, but now he could.

Especially after obtaining the knowledge left behind by the ancient magical empire, he felt that there were even more things he needed to do in the future.

There was a lot of information transmitted from the Dragonkin Avatar's sub-brain, but Kalron currently only selected some knowledge that he cared about or that he could do, which was about the cultivation of the World Tree and the connection to the essence.

Kalron carefully squeezed through the increasingly lush dragon saliva grass and crimson flame grass, these strange magical plants born from the red dragon's power.

Dragon saliva grass came from the saliva and blood that dripped when Kalron sharpened his teeth. Although there was only a small clump, it was exceptionally tall.

Kalron had already discovered that as he grew, the products born from him would obviously become more outstanding.

The gate of the former treasure vault had been widened again by Kalron. Kalron easily squeezed in, passed through layers of magical traps and spell barriers, and arrived at his treasure vault.

The entire treasure vault was illuminated as bright as day by the light of the mountains of treasures, even though it was deep in the dark mountain belly.

The light emitted from Kalron's own scales was overshadowed by the brilliance of these treasures, which showed how many treasures there were in this treasure vault.

Ordinary gold gemstones had become carpets laid on the ground, overshadowed by the light of other treasures.

Kalron walked past these treasures, heading towards the center of the treasure vault, the wooden box placed in the very center.

Inside the wooden box was the seed of the World Tree that Kalron had obtained from the soul of the World Tree, Nathes.

Even this wooden box was a treasure made from the wreckage of the World Tree, extremely tough, and full of life energy and natural aura, which was especially useful for preserving some special things.

Kalron stretched out his claws, removed the magical defenses he had set up, and then opened the wooden box.

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A seed the size of a fist appeared in front of Kalron.

This seed was a natural circle, the most perfect circle. Even if probed with the highest precision instrument, it could not find a trace of flaw in this seed.

And this seed, like the bark of an old tree, was covered with complex natural patterns, similar to magical runes, but more concise, expressing more meaning.

Ordinary creatures could explode their brains upon seeing this pattern if they dared to actively explore the secrets of these patterns.

One of Kalron's sub-brain nodes had collapsed because of exploring this mysterious pattern unexpectedly, which led him to not delve too deeply into the research even though he had recorded this mysterious and profound pattern.

Kalron followed the research methods of ancient mages to activate and cultivate the seed of the World Tree.

Those ancient mages clarified the most important thing in the methods of cultivating the World Tree, that is, it was necessary to obtain the control of the World Tree, establish a master-slave relationship, and at least have a significant impact on the birth of the World Tree.

Some mages chose to use their magic and blood to influence the World Tree, creating a mysterious relationship similar to fate.

And some mages chose to treat the World Tree like a golem, injecting a soul controlled by themselves into the seed of the World Tree, using this soul to combine with the consciousness generated at the moment of the World Tree's birth, becoming a strange existence influenced and controlled by the mage.

Kalron did not choose the second path. He did not yet have the ability to capture the required soul in the elemental plane, and those fanatical souls in the Dragon Sanctuary were his brave followers, and he could not do such a thing.

However, Kalron would not choose to become the community of destiny of the World Tree for the first one, and Kalron also had his own pride. His dragon blood would not be easily used to irrigate the World Tree.

“But to have a significant impact on the World Tree, what could be more suitable than psionic energy, a power with an extremely strong personal imprint!”

Kalron smiled, revealing his mouthful of fangs. His sharp dragon claws pinched the entire World Tree fruit, and the power from his body was poured into the World Tree seed according to a special method.

This seed, which tightly wrapped all life energy in an extremely tough skin, instantly transmitted a great suction force, absorbing the power in Kalron's body, reaching the upper limit of Kalron's output power in this instant.

“Drink, drink, daddy will give you enough,” Kalron joked, feeling the vitality in the World Tree seed in his hand being activated, the gradually sprouting vitality leaking a powerful life energy, even the tough skin could not stop the leakage of this aura.

A wisp of weak consciousness gradually emerged between the activation of vitality, with a kind of cherishing aura, contacting Kalron's consciousness.

“Very good, don't worry for the time being, I will find a place to plant you,” Kalron felt the newly born consciousness gradually stabilize, and then cut off the supply of psionic energy in his body.

The vitality of the World Tree seed had already sprouted, and the huge amount of energy and nutrition needed for hatching and growth next did not need him to supply, but needed this world, Aikania, to provide to the World Tree.

Kalron put this seed with sprouted vitality and consciousness into the wooden box made from the wreckage of the World Tree. The life energy contained in the wooden box was very beneficial to the growth of the seed.

He was about to leave with the World Tree seed, but at this time he discovered that the two Titan Python snake eggs in the corner of the treasure vault, which had been absorbing abundant energy and magic to grow and nurture, were also restless.

Two weak consciousnesses were restless in the eggshells, like greedy children clamoring to ask their parents for snacks.

“Hehe, you also want to eat something,” Kalron stopped happily in front of these two snake eggs, which were half a person tall. The birth of the World Tree made him extremely happy, so he stretched out his dragon claws, carefully attached them to the two snake eggs, and sent psionic energy over.

“Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle,”

The two huge snake eggs made sounds like cows drinking water, greedily absorbing and digesting Kalron's psionic energy.

It was not until the consciousness in the two snake eggs conveyed the meaning of being full that Kalron retracted his claws and turned to prepare to leave.

Crack,

Crack,

In the next moment, cracks began to appear on the two snake eggs. More and more cracks appeared, and the falling eggshell skin fell on the ground, revealing the snake shadows in the egg membrane, desperately hitting with their heads.

Snap, the tough egg membrane was broken through by the little snakes inside, revealing two chubby heads.

The two chubby heads blinked their huge eyes. Their eyes changed from vertical pupils to round pupils that were completely different from snakes in this instant.

The two chubby little snakes struggled to squeeze out of the gap in the egg membrane, revealing the same chubby bodies that seemed a little short. White patterns spread from the head to the tip of the tail on the black back.

“Mama!” A chubby little snake timidly opened its toothless mouth, revealing the soft, pink inner jaw in its mouth.

Snap,

The equally chubby little snake next to it flicked its short, fat tail onto the head of the snake that had spoken, and it protested unhappily, "Dummy, you have to call him Daddy!"

Karon: "?…"