Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Garen had just finished training and was just about to lie down and take a break.
He had temporarily reformed a set of common combat techniques that was suitable for Dragon Whelps. There was no specific name to it, just a simple exercise that trained different body combat skills.
At his level, even if he had a different body, his melee ability of the same stage would still be the strongest. He was confident that even if the four Dragons Whelps outside combined forces, he could easily deal with them without even using his abnormal physical qualities.
Although they had simple fighting techniques in their inherited memories, but knowledge was still knowledge. After all, one must put in the effort to train in order to convert it into one’s instinct.
Just as he sat down, he saw Saone and the other Dragon Whelps were squeezing their way into his hole.
“Safive, we’re going out to hunt, do you want to come along?” Satwo had clearly established his position as the leader, standing at the forefront as he yelled.
“Hunt?” Garen stood up, “What are you planning to kill?”
“I don’t know, but we have to go out and search for something to eat,” Satwo answered with a look of confusion. Clearly, he did not know what to kill as well.
None of the creatures that Mother had hunted were ones they could realistically deal with.
“If we don’t go out, we’ll starve to death here.” Safour seemed to be more sensible, “Either way, we can only go out.”
Garen certainly understood this. Now that Cocoreila’s Draconic Aura was still here, no ferocious Earth Dragon creatures or any other powerful creatures would dare to invade the surroundings. They were still safe, but they still had to leave this place as soon as possible.
It was just the matter of where to go and how. These were the things that should be carefully considered.
They just did not dare to live in mountain caves as this anymore. These places were often visited by fierce birds, they could not possibly take care of themselves.
After slight contemplation, Garen then agreed to go out altogether.
The group of Dragon Whelps fluttered their wings and flew out of the dragon den swiftly. They knew that it was unlikely of them would return anymore.
Under Garen’s directions, the five Dragon Whelps flew into the layers of clouds, using the clouds to cover their bodies. The nearby region was the White Dragon’s domain so it was unlikely that they would encounter other ferocious birds, hence it was safe for them.
For Garen, it did not matter to him where he goes. Either way, he just needed time so that he could use his Soul Energy to constantly transform his attribute points to strengthen his body. The efficiency of converting Soul Energy was not bad at all, requiring not much of consumption. Furthermore, it was different from before. His Soul Energy used to be evenly spread throughout his body, but after being converted into attribute points, Garen could control his preferred attributes.
As for the leadership authority of the several Dragon Whelps, he was too lazy to bother. It was just nothing in his eyes.
Large green forests loomed beneath the clouds and without realization, the group of Dragon Whelps had flown in the direction of a colder region. Garen remembered that this was the direction of the White Dragon Clan Elder’s Peak.
Roar!!
All of a sudden, a loud roar of a dragon sounded from below.
A white shadow rushed into the sky, crashing right into the Dragon Whelps, causing them to fall apart from each other.
“Get out of my domain.” This was an Adult White Dragon. Rising from the snowy peak below, he was now hovering in the air, bellowing right in front of the group of Dragon Whelps that were broken apart.
The five Dragon Whelps, including Garen, was knocked senseless by the immense airstreams.
Garen kept his mind calm and collected. As he stabilized his body, he tried to figure out the value of this Adult White Dragon.
“Strength and speed should be at least thirty points and above! Below forty points!” He quickly came up with a slightly accurate data.
Too strong…!
Garen then looked at his own value. His strongest attribute was only seventeen points of intelligence. Just a mere struck of the airstream and he had lost balance already.
His eyelids twitched for a bit. Garen and the other four Dragon Whelps could only turn around and leave, they could no longer stay her any bit longer. The Adult White Dragon behind them roared loudly once more before flying back to his snowy peak. Garen clearly sensed the death glare shot behind them. He knew that if they met an Adult White Dragon in the wild, they would all become slaves of the dragon or perhaps food.
If it was not because of the fact that White Dragons liked killing each other, with their fertility, they could have long dominated the Colorful Dragon Clan.
Returning along the same path was basically impossible.
“What should we do now?” Saone asked.
“We are going to hunt,” Satwo answered firmly.
“But what can we hunt?” Safour also issued a question. “What can we possibly hunt?”
“We’re too weak,” Sathree felt helpless and disheartened once again.
“No, we can go and have a look in the forest, perhaps we can find something to eat,” Garen spoke up. He did not want to mess around with these brats anymore. The appearance of the White Dragon had made him realize that this world was no less dangerous than any other places, and perhaps even more dangerous.
“Forest?” Satwo looked at Garen, “Safive, have you been to the forest? There are Elves there, and giant bears. We’re not their opponents at all.”
“You don’t just casually encounter giant bears and Elves in all forests…” Garen was completely speechless. The dragon race inherited memories only shown dangerous attempts into the mind, but not much of the specific details. They mentioned the forest, but they only let the dragons be aware of the dangerous creatures in it.
Therefore, Dragon Whelps would not know that there were weak creatures as well in the forest.
“I’ve realized that Safive is more certain of his own judgment,” Safour seemed to observe Garen’s difference.
“So what? I’m the boss!” Satwo waved his claws.
“Alright, alright. You’re the boss. But we’re heading to the forest now,” Garen nodded casually.
“Yes, we’re going to the forest,” Satwo repeated. This was their only choice. In the case that all dragons had no plans or ideas, this was the only path they could choose.
As they flew in an unfamiliar direction, the surrounding temperature was getting warmer and warmer.
Large hawks and birds gradually began to appear below them.
“We have to go down, there will be a lot of powerful birds here that we can’t deal with,” Garen suggested. He had noticed a giant eagle earlier on that had wings about ten meters big and its strength and speed were estimated to be twenty points and above. It was terrible.
“Alright, let’s go down,” Satwo immediately accepted Garen’s suggestion.
The group of Dragon Whelps descended quickly, finding a gap in the dark green forest below.
Several deer that were drinking water quickly ran away.
“Food!” At the side of the deer, Satwo yelled and pounced forward. However, he immediately tripped over a branch of a tree at the side and fell to the ground.
The other Dragon Whelps by the side broke into laughter.
Garen, however, walked aside alone and observed the woods around him.
He immediately saw footprints at the edge of the creek. The footprints have yet disappeared and from the looks of it, it was a human footprint.
“Human…” His vigilance was immediately heightened. He was a human being himself. From his inherited memories, he knew the how precious dragon skin was for human beings to be used as materials. From there, he also knew that if he ever encountered a group of human beings, he would surely become a moving treasure in the eyes of the other party. Once the news spread out, it would definitely attract more humans.
“This is troublesome. There seem to be human activities around here… So close to White Dragon Clan,” An idea popped into Garen’s mind.
Howl!
A leopard who was drinking at the creek looked up and snarled at the Dragon Whelps, obviously unhappy that the Dragon Whelps were interrupting him drinking water.
“But we are the great dragon race!” Saone was furious that a mere small leopard actually dared to provoke its dignity.
It fluttered its wings and flew toward the leopard, squirting out a mouthful of Chill.
With a pounce, the leopard easily dodged the white Chill, but Saone was quicker than him. Innate qualities of the dragon race were basically impossible for this ordinary leopard to overcome. After a while, Saone threw himself forward and pressed onto its head as it struggled on the ground.
“That’s too easy, haha!” Saone laughed. Its strength was way stronger than this grownup leopard, pinning it down effortlessly. “How should we eat this?”
“Let’s freeze it first!” The Dragon Whelps rushed forward. If it was not because of their young age and still did not have a Draconic Aura, the leopard would not have probably bumped into them and had straight away fled.
After the first prey, there would be the second one, and soon enough, a wild boar appeared in their field of vision.
The wild boar was decked in a thick yellow rock armor. Almost as tall as a human, it looked mighty powerful.
Facing the wild boar head on, the Dragon Whelps were unable to cope with its strength at all. After breaking multiple huge trees, the Dragon Whelps joined forces to fly around the wild boar in an attempt of making it dizzy. The wild boar indeed lost its balance and Satwo sped up immediately, crushing the head of the wild boar with its claws.
And that was another meal. The Dragon Whelps divided the food together and Satwo was awarded the huge head.
However, apart from Garen who was on his toes the entire time, nobody else noticed that in the woods not far behind, a group of humans wearing light armor were silently moving in their direction.
“It’s Dragon Whelps…” An old man dressed in a close-fitting long robe squatted down and examined the remaining bones of the leopard. “This leopard was a Level Three Lightning Leopard and its speed is already extremely fast, but it was still killed.”
He paused, “From speed, strength and the claw marks, it should be the works of Dragon Whelps. The White Dragon Clan’s just nearby, Adult White Dragons wouldn’t simply eat their prey on the spot. Moreover, there should be more than one Dragon Whelp, and they would make a bunch of good materials.”
“Your Excellency, should we search for the dragon den first, or kill these Dragon Whelps first?” A man in green armor with Greatswords in both his hands whispered.
“Our priority is to kill an Adult White Dragon, and the rest shall be discussed later on. But then again, it is rare to encounter Dragon Whelps that are so far away from their group…” The elder Wizard sank into deep thought, “How about this, Karel.”
“Here, Your Excellency Sara.” A scrawny old man in a black robe walked out from the troop. His hand held a cypress staff that had a skill on its top that looked eerie and terrifying.
“You can bring this two White Silvers over and get rid of this nest of Dragon Whelps. You can take sixty percent of the materials,” the elder Wizard commanded.
“As you wish, Your Excellency.” the creepy old man smiled.
“Be careful of the appearance of Adult White Dragons. These Dragon Whelps are just Level Four, be careful of their ice spits, they’re actually just slightly stronger than Level-Four beasts,” the elder Wizard said.
“I’m already a Level-Five Great Wizard, Your Excellency,” the creepy old man said confidently.
“Go then.”
