Cubosso was lying on the ring. No one knew if he was dead or alive. In the chaos just now, he was smashed in the face by Garon's claw and his face was disfigured. Lehman helped him up and carried him on his back.
"You have to be careful, Garon. Cubosso is very vengeful …" He looked at Garon and whispered.
"You should be more worried about him," Garon said nonchalantly. What he was more happy about now was not this, but an unexpected discovery when he was attacked by the Level Five poisonous fog.
His soul and body were uncoordinated from before for no reason. Now, even if a Master Necromancer or a Master Soul stood in front of him, they would not be able to notice the difference between his soul and body.
The poisonous fog itself had Soul Temptation and Corrosive Damage.
However, it was mainly a Soul Attack. Garon happened to have a high Soul Strength, so he was least afraid of this kind of Soul Attack. Therefore, the Soul Damage of this Level Five Spell was not as high as the pure Corrosive Damage.
In addition, Garon's Vitality was already above average among the Young Dragons. After being weakened by Magic Resistance by one level, he was immune to most of the Spell Damage and Corrosion. The remaining damage was negligible to him.
That was why he was able to break out at the last minute and save Leona.
"Garon!" Turning around, Garon was greeted by a warm hug from Leona. "You're amazing!!"
Leona's whole body hung on Garon's body.
White Dragons respected strength. As long as he showed enough strength, he would be respected and valued.
Since the problem of his body and soul coordination had been solved, it did not matter if he kept a low profile. Being valued would allow him to get more resources and the fastest growth. That was the most important thing.
Garon took the opportunity to explode at the last minute and let the instructor experience his current strength.
If nothing went wrong, the instructor should be on his way to the Elder's residence now. Discovering a real top-notch seedling was a good sign that was related to the future of the entire White Dragon Clan. He would also receive a great reward because of this.
"Garon, you really scared the dragon to death …" Boris and Saszt went up the stage, along with the siblings Safour, Sathree and Saftwo and three who rushed over after hearing the news. They surrounded Garon together.
"I almost thought you were dead!" Saszt patted his chest and panted.
"Old Five is the strongest!"
"That's right. Garon is the strongest." Sathree and the others were very confident in Garon.
"That's right, it's better not to go against the instructor in the future." However, Satwo still felt a little guilty. He recalled that Garon was bold enough to challenge an adult White Dragon just now. If this was in the wild, there would be no reason for him to be eaten by the other party.
Garon's last move scared him so much that he was sweating all over. Even now, his body was still covered in ice shards, which were all condensed from his sweat.
"Let's see who dares to bully me in class in the future!" Sathree said proudly.
Garon was surrounded in the middle, but he was trying to recall how he solved this coordination problem. However, no matter how hard he tried to recall, the only possible clue was the encounter in the abyss.
His Soul Rings all exploded, and in the end, he miraculously returned to normal.
There was no doubt that the powerful existence at the bottom of the abyss saved him.
"I have to find a chance to go back and take a look." Garon did not like to owe others favors, let alone such a life-saving grace. He had to find a chance to repay it. Although he was still very weak now, as a Demon Lord, his growth speed was far beyond that of ordinary creatures. There would always be a chance in the future.
*****
The instructor flapped his wings and glided around the side of the Elder's Peak. He flew into a pitch-black cave. An old White Dragon lying at the entrance of the cave opened its eyes and looked at him. It did not move, as if it had fallen asleep.
Following the cave, the instructor flew for another few hundred meters and soon entered a large hemispherical cave. There was a dark blue cold pool in the middle of the cave.
An old White Dragon that was twice the size of the instructor was coiled in the water. This old White Dragon was flipping through a large human book with great interest. On the bridge of its nose was a huge version of reading glasses.
"What is it now?" It did not raise its head and asked casually. It seemed to know that the instructor was coming.
"I found another good seedling. I think he can enter the special training camp." Instructor Dragon said respectfully in a low voice.
"What kind of good seedling?" The old dragon yawned. "Hand-To-Hand combat or spells?"
"Hand-To-Hand combat." The instructor quickly answered. "His fighting talent is very strong." He was afraid that the old dragon would not take him seriously and quickly added.
As expected, when the old dragon heard that it was hand-to-hand combat, a hint of disappointment flashed in its eyes.
"You have to know that our White Dragon Clan only has three spots in the special training camp, and only spell-type geniuses can get the attention of those old guys. Forget it. What level is the Draconic Aura? "
He asked casually again.
"Uh … Level 1 … Just started." The instructor hesitated.
"A Level 1 Draconic Aura that just started is worth you using one of your recommendation spots?" The old dragon finally raised its head and stared at Instructor Dragon across the pool. "Are you sure you're not joking?"
"No, I'm not joking." Instructor Dragon nodded solemnly. "He's not even a year old, but his physical fitness is already at the level of a young dragon! Very outstanding! "
"No matter how strong his physical fitness is, although our physical bodies are strong as dragons, there's still a limit." The old dragon sighed. "Arcane spells can exhaust the mysteries of space and time. That's why it's endless. You have to understand that. "
"But, if he has the monthly supply of an Ice Stalagmite from the special training camp, he'll definitely be able to become a powerful warrior much earlier!" The instructor was unwilling to give up.
"Go back. The only thing that can lead a warrior to immortality is Draconic Aura. His Draconic Aura is not good enough. At least it can't be seen as outstanding now. He's still too young. Let's wait and see." With a wave of the old dragon's hand, a huge force instantly enveloped the instructor. This was the Magician's Hand. It instantly sent him out of the cave hundreds of meters away like a small snake.
Landing outside the cave, the instructor was still somewhat unwilling. He had finally found another good seedling that could turn his predicament around. He did not expect the Great Elder to not recognize him.
"I can only observe for a while." He flapped his wings and flew away.
*****
Deep in the Fiery Sun Mountain Range
At the foot of the snowy peak, there was a deep and dark cave.
"Besnin is destroyed … Even his soul imprint could not escape."
An old voice came from the depths of the cave.
The densely packed knight armors on both sides of the cave lit up with green flames in their eyes. For a moment, the dark cave passage was illuminated with a faint green color.
"Only by completely destroying all the imprints in an instant, or in a sealed and isolated space, can he not escape from the soul imprint." A knight armor faintly glowing with silver veins replied in a low voice.
"Is there such an existence nearby?" The old voice asked.
"I didn't find it." The silver-striped knight replied in a low voice.
"Looks like it's because of that mutated soul. A mutated soul that lives in the body of a young white dragon … Maybe it's a bait."
"The White Dragon Mountain wouldn't become enemies with us for no reason. Maybe it's just a misunderstanding. I heard that a small white dragon clan recently moved here. Maybe it's their doing. "
"Should we go on a crusade?" Another silver-striped knight also spoke.
"No … The clan must have an ancient dragon overseeing it. Now that the master hasn't recovered from his injuries, he can't make a move. We can't kill the ancient dragon." The silver-striped knight from before objected.
"But Besnin can't just die in vain." The old voice continued. "The clue should be on that mutated soul. Use the soul tool to monitor that soul at all times. Once he leaves the white dragon's protection area, make a move."
"Understood." The two silver-striped knights replied in unison.
*****
Life in the Elder Peak's dragon whelp breeding center was very boring.
At least for Garon, it was very boring. Every day, he trained, practiced, practiced, practiced, and repeated. What he was taught were some basic skills. It had some value for ordinary young dragons, but it was meaningless for him who was proficient in combat.
That was why he started sleeping in class.
Strangely enough, the instructors also turned a blind eye to him, as if they were treating him exceptionally well. And the other young dragons did not dare to say much. After all, Garon's strength had far surpassed theirs.
But Garon said that he was sleeping, but in reality, he was slowly training his Draconic Aura.
Draconic Aura was actually a kind of use of Spirit Power. That was why even the ancient and old dragons who specialized in Arcane Arts would still have an incomparably powerful Draconic Aura if they did not train their Draconic Aura.
Garon's Spirit Power was naturally incomparably powerful, but Spirit Power was different from the Mech World's Willpower. He had yet to fully understand the relationship between Spirit Power and Spirit Power.
His physical fitness was naturally increasing. With the spherical core contributed by the Suffering Knight, he gained a total of five attribute points every month.
In the blink of an eye, a peaceful year had passed.
Garon had also turned one year old and graduated early from the dragon whelp breeding center. He did not participate in the second hunt. According to the instructors, if he were to participate in the dragon whelp hunt now, it would be bullying the young dragons. That would be truly unfair.
So Garon joined the youth class legitimately.
There were many dragon whelp classes, but there was only one youth class. There were only about forty young dragons in it. There was a huge difference in age among them. Some were in their forties, while others were in their teens. But Garon was the first one who was only one year old.
Even the so-called future White Dragon King, Reyman, was not qualified to enter the youth class so early.
But Garon did not care. The reason why he agreed to leave the leisurely dragon whelp class and join the youth class was to have the opportunity to hunt again and obtain more Crystal Cores to speed up his growth.
And the youth class could already participate in the summoning system of the human mages in the Deladia Empire.
According to the Dragon Clan Oath at the end of the first year 445, the young dragons could sign a contract with the mages. After paying a certain amount of remuneration as the summoning price, the young dragons could be summoned from afar to participate in battle.
This was one of the agreements signed by the elders and the king of the Deladia Empire.
Garon did not reject joining the youth class early because he wanted to get in touch with the human society of this world as soon as possible.
And the instructor had seen Garon's combat skills. Only a battlefield like the young dragons could speed up Garon's growth.
He had already patted his chest in front of the elders because of this.
Letting a Dragon Whelp join the Youth Class was an extremely rare occurrence in history as well.
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