"We have to leave this place."
Garon stood up and said to the few Dragon Whelps who were drinking water. He did not want to leave alone. He was still too weak and needed to move with these Dragon Whelps. Not only for strength, but also as a cover for his identity. Once his abnormality was discovered alone, it was likely that there would be problems. If he was discovered.
"Why do we have to leave this place?" Satwo asked.
"There are humans here," Garon whispered. "How can they move around here? They obviously have a purpose."
"Humans? We can kill them directly. They're just food. "Saone disagreed.
"We may be able to kill them in the future, but not now." Garon shook his head. "Are you guys coming or not?"
"No, there's a water source here. There will definitely be animals coming to the river. We just have to stay here and we can find food." Safour was a little smart.
"As long as there's endless food, we can continue to level up!" Sathree said loudly.
"As long as we level up, we can go find Mother!" Saone continued.
"As long as we find Mother, we'll be safer!" Satwo waved his claws.
Bam!
A huge claw clenched into a fist and hit his eye socket.
Satwo suddenly staggered back a few steps. Before he could figure out what was going on, he saw Garon's claw coming at him again.
"No! You … "Bam!
Both of his eyes were completely black.
Saone was furious. How dare he hit his boss! He pounced forward, wanting to tangle with Garon in close combat, but it was to no avail.
Garon just took a step back and kicked the net. A standard knee hit landed on Saone's abdomen.
Ow!
Saone and Satwo were the same. They sat on the ground after being hit. Their heads were dizzy and they were knocked unconscious.
"I'm the boss now." Garon walked in front of the two dragons and waved his claws.
"Okay … Okay, you're the boss." Saone was convinced.
Satwo was still a little unconvinced. However, Garon's movements and speed were obviously not something he could fight against. He could only snort and reluctantly submit.
"Now, let's leave this place." Garon saw that he had confirmed his leadership position and decisively proposed to leave.
On the other hand, Sathree and Safour were shocked by Garon's sudden burst of power.
The group of Dragon Whelps tidied up the ice cubes of the leopard meat that they had just killed. They brought one of them up and tied it up with the large leaf vines that were unique to the forest. Only then did they fly up shakily. He flew off into the distance.
Roar!
Suddenly, a low growl came from the forest below.
A black thing rushed out of the forest. It seemed to be a black wild boar, a huge wild boar.
The wild boar was covered in black iron armor. Its eyes were red, and its body emitted a foul stench. He charged straight towards the group of Dragon Whelps.
"Rise!" Garon shouted.
This wild boar was at least twice their size. It was as big as a small car, and he didn't want to fight it head-on.
All of the Dragon Whelps instantly flew higher. However, a grayish-white light beam suddenly shot out from the back of the wild boar and accurately hit Saone's hind leg.
Oh!
Saone cried out in pain.
This light beam could actually break through the magic defense of the dragon skin. Even if they were only Dragon Whelps and their skin was only immune to Level One magic, they still had a certain resistance to Level Two magic. However, looking at Saone's current state, it was obvious that this light beam was not as simple as a Level Two magic.
Saone struggled for a while before he lost the ability to flap his wings and fell from the sky.
The rest of the Dragon Whelps were shocked. At this time, the selfish nature of the White Dragon was truly displayed. All of the Dragon Whelps ignored Saone who was falling and flew away in panic.
Garon looked at Saone below. The huge wild boar was looking up and waiting for him to fall. A gloomy old man in a gray robe walked out from beside the wild boar.
"Human …" Garon's heart skipped a beat. His strength and speed were not something that Saone could compare to. Moreover, Saone's body was only stiff for a short while before he fell. Before he completely touched the ground, he had already flapped his wings again and fiercely spat out a cold breath towards the old man.
When the white cold breath rushed in front of the old man, it seemed to be blocked by a layer of transparent barrier.
The old man smiled sinisterly and stretched out his right hand. The shadow of a white skeletal hand actually appeared on his entire right palm and wrapped his palm in it. From afar, it was as if his hand was a skeleton.
The skeletal hand went straight through the barrier and grabbed at Saone who was trying to escape.
Garon who was in the sky suddenly felt a strong threat and gloomy aura from the white skeletal hand. A cold feeling as if he was standing in front of an abyss and a cliff surged from his heart.
He suddenly felt a chill down his spine and his Soul Ring instinctively judged the reaction. This old man was very strong! He was not someone he could deal with now!
Without hesitation, Garon turned around and flew away. He caught up with Satwo and Sathree who were escaping in front of him and quickly left this place. As for Saone, he reckoned that he was doomed.
The old man below hesitated for a while and looked at the Dragon Whelps who were escaping.
"There's actually more than one. What a pity, there are so many good materials." He grabbed Saone in his hand and his sharp and curved fingernails pierced deeply into the Dragon Whelp's skin.
Saone screamed and wailed loudly in pain. White blood flowed out from the wound and dripped to the ground, covering the small grassland with white frost.
After being caught by the old man, it did not have any room to resist.
*****
Garon flew with a few Dragon Whelps and everyone quickly gathered together again. However, Saone was nowhere to be seen.
The group of dragons returned along the original path in the sky and were somewhat silent.
"Will Saone … die?" Satwo asked in a low voice. No creature could remain calm when facing death for the first time.
"The outside world is too dangerous …" Safour lowered his head and said, his body trembling.
It was also the first time Garon felt that this world was not just an ordinary danger. Previously, there was the detection of Divine Arts and now he encountered the sinister old man who looked abnormally strong. Now, other than some of the human combat skills he knew, most of the other power systems could only be used after completing the rules. However, completing the rules required too much time and he could not even guarantee his own safety now.
"There are two paths now," Garon said in a low voice.
"Which two paths?" Satwo quickly asked. He realized that Garon was the most opinionated and the most knowledgeable among them.
The rest of Safour and Safour also quickly looked at him.
"Now that there are humans around, it's obvious that they're not here for a casual stroll. Looking at the power of that person just now, it's impossible that he's just here to deal with us Dragon Whelps. If we want to be safe, one is to leave this place far away. Find the White Dragon Clan's Elder Peak in District 20 and tell them about our discovery. There's a special Dragon Whelp Breeding Institute in the clan, we can go in and learn how to fight. "
Garon carefully explained his plan.
"I'm going to the clan's breeding institute. What about you guys?"
The rest of the Dragon Whelps were simply headless flies. Saone died in front of them and now they were so scared that they had no idea what to do. They simply listened to Garon and the group of dragons flew in the direction of the clan.
*****
After arriving safely at the White Dragon Clan, Garon and the rest explained the situation to the White Dragon guards and obtained permission to enter.
The White Dragons obviously knew that there were humans approaching and did not refuse the Dragon Whelps to enter and hide. Not only Garon and the other dragons, but also the other surrounding White Dragons brought the Dragon Whelps to hide near the clan's Elder Peak.
As their mother, Cocoreila, had gone missing, Garon, Safour, and the other dragons were all arranged to enter the breeding institute. It was as they wished.
The Dragon Whelp Breeding Institute of the White Dragon Clan was an institution specially set up for Dragon Whelps who had lost their parents and families who were too lazy to take care of the Dragon Whelps. There were a total of more than fifty adult White Dragons in the clan and five of them were dedicated to watching over these Dragon Whelps. There were also a large number of dragon beasts and earth dragons that were managed by the White Dragons around. As a warning.
It taught the Dragon Whelps how to fight, how to hunt, what creatures and dangers to be aware of that were a threat to the dragon scales, and so on. It also taught them the environment and conditions needed before their advancement and the storage of all kinds of food.
In addition, Garon was more interested in the practice of spells that were taught here.
When he entered the class selection, he did not hesitate to choose the Arcane Art Class instead of the Combat Class that most of the White Dragons chose.
For the White Dragons, as long as they grew to adulthood, they would have dragon scales that were immune to all spells below Level Four. There was also a strong Draconic Aura that was equivalent to a Level Three Spell Energy Field that had no loss. They could also control a large group of earth dragons and dragon beasts. There was also the Level Six Ice Mirror Spell that was cast several times a day and two types of Frost Breath.
Any mage who faced an adult White Dragon would be immune to and reduce many negative spells above level-four due to its strong physique and terrifying strength. If they were careless and were hit by a tail swipe, it would at least be equivalent to the peak strength of a level-six creature. Without a strong enough Spell Barrier and Mage Armor, this instantaneous explosion could be equivalent to the power of a Level Five lethal spell.
With such a terrifying talent, the White Dragons and even the Dragon Clan rarely focused on learning spells. Only those old dragons who had lived for too long would choose to practice spells. It was because it was really too boring.
"Are you sure you want to choose the Book Distribution Class? Don't blame me for not reminding you. The most suitable path for the Dragon Clan is to improve our physical strength first and only choose spells after ensuring our safety. Only then will we have enough time to practice and accumulate. "The young dragon who was in charge of the registration of the Book Distribution Class reminded him. "Moreover, we will not be responsible for your diet. You will have to learn how to hunt stronger prey during the learning process. During this process, beginner spells are useless against dragons."
Garon nodded to show that he understood.
"I know."
"No … You don't know." The young dragon shook her head. Her slender snake neck was like a beautiful white swan. Obviously, she was a female dragon.
"Although we are from the Dragon Clan and have innately strong mental strength, it doesn't mean that we can advance quickly. Just like humans, we need dozens of years to advance to the fourth level, and that's only if you have the talent to do so. If you do not have talent, it will take at least sixty to seventy years. As for Level Four spells, the damage to us adult dragons is very weak. Very, very weak! "She emphasized again.
"I understand." Garon naturally knew this. "So I have also signed up for the Battle Class."
The young dragon was stunned and looked at Garon carefully.
"Well, since you have already decided." She wrote down Garon's name on the parchment. It was not Safive, but Garon.
After leaving Cocoreila, he changed his name back to his original name.
"We will be summoned every once in a while to enter different environments to train for actual combat. If you die, don't blame me for not reminding you." The young dragon said in a low voice.
Garon smiled.
"May I know your name?" It was the first time he met such a kind fellow in the White Dragon Clan.
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