Beneath the gradually deepening and rich night, as the Red-Iron Dragon tossed and turned, a low rumbling sound continuously echoed throughout the hypergravity field.
Taking advantage of Garros being focused on his training, the Red-Silver Dragon's gaze swept inch by inch over his undulating, bulging, muscle-defined, and steel-cast magnificent physique, and the scales on her body felt itchy and numb again, her tail tightening unconsciously.
"So hot."
The Red-Silver Dragon felt inexplicably feverish, her gaze like glue, almost stuck to Garros's body.
"I'm dying, I'm dying."
The Faerie Dragon, tilting her neck and flapping, appeared before the Red-Silver Dragon, blocking her line of sight and interrupting her wandering thoughts.
"I think I'm going to die, save me."
The Faerie Dragon said with a mournful face.
The Red-Silver Dragon grabbed her, and taking advantage of her distraction, twisted her neck back to its correct position in an instant, then waved her claw: "Don't block my view, hmm, I'm watching how Garros is training."
Touching her own head and neck.
The Faerie Dragon Vera showed a lingering fear expression.
"Won't Garros's head really snap off?" Looking again at the Red-Iron Dragon, who was focused on training with broad, sweeping, yet incredibly tough movements, Vera felt even more incredulous.
Time gradually passed by.
The Faerie Dragon and the Red-Silver Dragon did not disturb Garros, quietly watching him train.
When Garros temporarily finished his training, the Red-Silver Dragon Deborah stepped with elegant strides, slowly walking into the hypergravity field, and then said with curiosity and anticipation: "Garros, your training seems very interesting, can you teach me?"
"You want to learn?"
Garros exhaled a scorching breath and shook his neck.
"I want to try it."
"But seeing Vera's performance just now, one might accidentally twist one's own neck, so I think I need your guidance."
Under triple hypergravity, Garros's neck-training movements were not something ordinary dragons could do.
However, with the physique of a hybrid Metallic Dragon, as long as one was skilled enough, there wouldn't be any big problems.
"Alright, I'll teach you."
Garros nodded, signaling for the Red-Silver Dragon to walk in front of him.
"Turn over, use your head to support the ground."
"At first, your back can touch the ground, then try to use only the neck muscles to exert force and lift your body up."
Garros said.
"Okay."
The Red-Silver Dragon began to try.
Immediately after, under the caress of the night, Garros watched as the Red-Silver Dragon elegantly flipped over in place, her long neck covered in red-silver scales tracing a smooth arc.
Her movements were light, carrying an innate sense of rhythm, completely different from the heavy, steel-tempering style he had just displayed.
At this moment, her huge head also mimicked Garros's posture, attempting to press the beautiful back of her head, covered in cold scales, against the ground that also radiated a metallic luster.
"Thump."
A sound much lighter than the one Garros made.
Deborah's body was still mostly pressed against the ground, with only her head and neck struggling to find that support point.
She tried to lift her body off the ground using only the strength of her neck, just like Garros.
The Red-Silver Dragon's delicate scales vibrated slightly under the hypergravity field, and the beautiful muscle lines on the side of her neck began to tighten, showing she was using a lot of strength.
But after her body lifted a few times, she couldn't keep it off the ground for long.
The sense of heaviness was like an invisible chain, binding her firmly to the ground.
Garros focused on gazing at Deborah's subtle struggles, seeing her non-standard movements.
Immediately after, the Red-Iron Dragon silently took a step forward, his thick forelimbs covered in hard scales lifting.
That giant claw, like a battering ram, carrying scorching heat and the body temperature that hadn't completely subsided after intense exercise, landed gently, yet unquestioningly, on the most flexible and smooth scales at the junction of the Silver Dragon's neck and shoulder.
Hum! Deborah's body suddenly stiffened.
The temperature of Garros's palm passed through the scales, shockingly scorching, forming a strange contrast with the cold and hard metallic texture of his claw tips.
That powerful force, carrying a sense of absolute dominance.
Seemingly just resting on her, it felt like pressing an entire furnace against the most vulnerable and sensitive side of her neck.
That dragon claw seemed as if it could crush her slender neck with a gentle squeeze, making her feel suffocated.
With her weak point being so closely pressed, the Red-Silver Dragon subconsciously wanted to struggle and pull away.
"Don't move."
Garros's deep voice seemed to explode in her ear, carrying the unique vibration of the Dragon Clan, like muffled thunder rolling in the chest, directly penetrating the stuffy air brought by the hypergravity field.
"Relax, feel the exertion of the muscles, your power is scattered."
His giant claw pressed down slightly, carrying a certain irresistible guidance, making it impossible for the Red-Silver Dragon to even think of struggling, silently complying.
Deborah felt that scorching power begin to wander.
It moved downward and backward, steadily applying pressure along the muscles on both sides of her long neck.
The hard edges of the Red-Iron Dragon's claw tips, like the heaviest training whip, with absolute control, swept across her tense muscles, as if grooming and shaping them.
And as the dragon claw swept by.
The Red-Silver Dragon only felt a tingling sensation like an electric shock throughout her body, and her hard scales seemed to soften a bit.
"Here."
Garros's claw tip paused at the base of her neck near her head, where it was covered in relatively thick dragon bone plates, but the muscles were crucial.
"Try to concentrate your power, focus your mind here, imagine your neck is a steel cable trying to break through the ground, all power gathered at this one point, push upward!"
He said.
"Haa..."
Deborah let out a short intake of breath, her silver vertical pupils contracting from extreme focus and exertion.
She could feel Garros's giant claw covering her neck.
That scorching, heavy, rough touch was so clear, even overpowering the pain and soreness brought by the hypergravity itself; he was like a silent volcano, branding his strength and will directly onto her body.
Finally, under Garros's oppressive yet incredibly precise guidance, Deborah gathered the strength of her entire body.
Her neck muscles bulged suddenly, and the scales covering them seemed to tighten instantly.
"Lift!"
Garros gave a low shout, his giant claw covering her neck taking advantage of the momentum to pull upward and backward.
Hum—!
The Red-Silver Dragon's massive and elegant body was finally, for the first time, supported off the ground by the strength of her own neck, pushing against triple gravity amidst a huge roar and tremor.
Her neck had steadily left the ground.
"Very good."
Garros said slowly.
His giant claw covered in deep black scales did not immediately move away, but instead pressed lightly on the neck muscles that were trembling slightly from the extreme exertion.
That touch was not heavy, more like a confirmation, a praise, carrying the lingering scorching temperature and the rough texture of scales, clearly imprinted in Deborah's perception.
"Hold it for a while, then try to move your body."
Garros said.
At this moment, dark clouds obscured the moon, and time gradually passed.
The Red-Silver Dragon's mind was somewhat chaotic.
She wasn't actually focused on listening to Garros's teaching, just carefully feeling the temperature and touch of his dragon claw, moving according to his guidance.
Suddenly.
The Red-Silver Dragon sniffed, and a familiar scent came from the air.
Before she could recover, the temperature in the Dragon Valley dropped sharply, as if it had suddenly become winter.
Crack, crack, crack. Frost condensed from the ground inch by inch, radiating and spreading rapidly, and the lake surface, which had been rippling slightly in the night, instantly froze into a thick layer of ice.
Garros's ice-element resistance had long been trained.
But even so, he still felt a chill; this coldness was unusual, with a feeling of penetrating the bone marrow and freezing the Soul.
"Evil Dragon!"
At the same time, while Garros was alert in his heart, a roar of fury like thunder came from the sky.
A prime dragon, twenty-five meters long from head to tail, with a body full of shining Silver Dragon scales, tore through the clouds, leaving traces of frozen frost in its wake, appearing above the Dragon Valley, its eyes fixed on the Red-Iron Dragon.
It was Frosttrace Adrie.
In his eyes, that ferocious and evil hybrid Red-Iron Dragon was using his claws to bend his precious descendant into a strange posture, torturing his child.
"Damn, misunderstood again."
Garros saw the cold killing intent in the prime dragon's eyes and secretly thought it was bad.
Crackle, crackle—a feeling of extreme cold came from his body, and without warning, cold air suddenly erupted around Garros, covering his scales with a layer of frost, freezing him into an ice sculpture, yet it didn't hurt the Red-Silver Dragon at all.
"Go to Hell!" Adrie used a Spell-like ability to freeze the Red-Iron Dragon, and then folded his wings, wrapping himself in biting cold wind, and charged straight at him.
Boom! The ice layer on the Red-Iron Dragon shattered, his Frostburn Scales were covered in cracks, but he hadn't managed to accumulate thermal energy in his body.
"The source of thermal energy is mainly absorbing heat and absorbing kinetic energy; this kind of freezing damage is very restrictive to me." Garros realized a weakness of the Frostburn Scales.
But now was not the time for careful study; he felt great danger.
Level 18 prime Silver Dragon, [Frosttrace] Adrie, the Metallic Dragon overlord of The Borderlands—his Dragon Qi was condensed into substance, icy and biting, majestic and vast, the wyverns were pressed down and couldn't lift their heads, the dependents were trembling all over, and Garros also felt great pressure.
Compared to Frosttrace, White Dragon Tereshi was like a cat that only knew how to arch its back and hiss.
As the space ring emitted a faint light, a barrel of 95 Black Oil and a bag of fairy scale powder appeared in Garros's mouth, and the Frenzied State and Blood Burst Technique were also ready to be activated at any time.
If they fought, Garros was definitely not a match.
But with his Celestial Comet Wings, if he took the black oil and Scale Powder, and then activated all three stages at once, focusing on retreating, even a prime Silver Dragon would find it difficult to keep him.
Hum, hum, hum—dark red energy surged behind his dragon wings.
Black-Red Dragon Qi and golden frenzied lightning swirled around Garros; he was ready.
Just at this moment, "Wait!" Deborah hurriedly flapped her wings and soared into the sky, blocking the space between the Silver Dragon and the Red-Iron Dragon.
"Father, you misunderstood." She said hurriedly, "He is not an Evil Dragon, we were just training."
The Silver Dragon's movements paused, hovering in mid-air.
Adrie heard the Red-Silver Dragon's explanation, but the fury on his face did not dissipate immediately; instead, he became even more annoyed: "Naturally evil Red-Iron Dragon, you dare to bewitch my daughter."
He questioned the Red-Iron Dragon, wanting to rush over again.
However, the Red-Silver Dragon stood firmly in front of him: "Father, he is different! You listen to my explanation."
The Silver Dragon frowned, seeing Deborah protecting the Red-Iron Dragon, and thinking of her deception and concealment from him, he couldn't help but feel an nameless anger.
"Oh my, oh my." A playful and giggling voice came, and Copper Dragon Serena flew over, saying, "My dear Mr. Silver Scales, where has your usual calmness gone? How did you become as irritable as a Red Dragon."
At this time, the Red-Iron Dragon suddenly dissipated the Aura on his body.
He slightly retracted his dragon wings, his front claws pressing against the ground—this was the standard non-combat posture of the Dragon Clan.
He looked at the furious Silver Dragon in the sky and said without fear: "So it is Your Excellency Adrie, I have heard Deborah mention you many times, and now seeing you in person, your Dragon Qi is indeed extraordinary."
The Red-Iron Dragon's voice was like a tempered steel ingot, scorching yet restrained.
After a slight pause, he looked directly into the Silver Dragon's scrutinizing eyes and continued, neither humble nor pushy: "As Deborah's friend, I should have visited the Silver Dragon father she admired and praised long ago, but I have been busy rectifying The Borderlands recently, busy bringing order to this chaotic land, which delayed the time."
This calmness, rationality, and words without violent emotions or provocative anger.
After being spoken by Garros, it immediately eased the tense situation at this moment.
The Silver Dragon was slightly stunned at first, then scrutinized the Red-Iron Dragon in front of him carefully; the anger in his eyes gradually faded, and although there was still some lingering anger and suspicion, the bone-chilling killing intent from before was gone.
The bone-piercing, stern chill also gradually dissipated, retracting into the Silver Dragon's body.
Garros knew that the most dangerous moment had passed.
Talk about order with an orderly dragon, and behave in an orderly manner; the previous words had a good effect.
[Dragon Taming Art · Silver Dragon Chapter]
[The debate of order is more important than the proof of power; a rational posture is better than a roaring momentum]
[Talking about order to a Silver Dragon is like solving a riddle with a Copper Dragon; calmness and rationality, and a yearning for order can win the favor of a Silver Dragon]
Copper Dragon Serena stared at Garros in surprise.
So good at talking?
Good, good, good, no wonder Deborah couldn't bear to go home.
He really is different from other Evil Dragons.