Red dragons have a special heritage. After each newborn red dragon is abandoned, an adult red dragon will come to protect him for a period of time. During this time, the baby dragon will gain knowledge and faith from the adult red dragon. He will learn the skills to survive on his own, honed and tested in the cruel nature world. Therefore, all the red dragons that can grow up to become adults are very powerful, and they have the strength to be inferior to the other three giant dragons.

Of course, not every red dragon will choose to return to the three major groups when they reach adulthood. After all, to become a dependent, you will be subjected to a certain degree of enslavement and humiliation. As a result, the Red Dragons gradually divided into two tribes - the Blood Red Dragon and the Blood Red Dragon.

The essential difference between them lies in their different views on the other three dragon groups. The blood relatives Red Dragon recognized their parents, and the reason why they chose to return to their original group was because of the existence of blood relationship. The Red Dragon, on the other hand, only identifies with its own bloodline, which is the "cursed blood" from Kataslim.

However, whether they become dependents or choose to survive on their own, the Red Dragons believe that the Red Dragon King, Kataslim, will eventually return and lead the Red Dragons to open up new worlds.

Red Fury's background is even more legendary, and he chose to return to the Black Dragon Clan as an adult. But for some reason, he defected from Roaring City, only admitting that he had cursed blood in his veins. He made a name for himself in the underworld, and had a wonderful memory with the Linde Worm from the underworld. He traveled to the Western Continent and participated in and led the Great Rebellion of the Dragon Domain. Eventually, in the mountains of Ardo, he went to destruction with Bercy's holy war.

"Right here. "The Tree Sacrifice stopped the Flesh-Winged Palm Monster. Where they are now happens to be less than 100 meters from the dividing line between day and night. The sky was clear and clean, and nothing else was visible.

The Tree Priest raised his two mouths and shouted loudly, "Honorable High Priest Aote. Syurao from the temple pays you the highest respects. ”

The Tree Priest shouted three times in a row, and then waited patiently with the red dragon for ten minutes, but nothing changed in the sky.

Red Furious asked in a low voice, "Will you not be at home?"

The tree priest said, "No, the priests usually have nowhere to go. It is impossible to leave the divine realm and go to the Nether Realm without an oracle. I'll shout again. It may be that the old priest has a bad ear and didn't hear it. ”

"Revered High Priest of Aout, Sulau from the temple pays you the highest respects. The tree sacrifice shouted again, but of course it still had no effect.

Red Rage said, "How did you find him before?"

The tree priest said, "I used to use the language of God, and it worked better. But now that I've given you all the characters of my god, naturally I can't help it. ”

"Hmph. It turns out that you did it on purpose. Red Rage snorted coldly, "Then I'll give you a few god characters, but if you still can't get a result, I'll burn you as firewood." ”

The red dragon's whole body trembled, and after a few seconds of brewing, "po, po, po" squeezed out three translucent divine characters from his severed finger.

The Tree Priest moved his roots and reached over his mouth to suck the three characters down, "You're too stingy, too. ”

"Not a lot. Red Fury said angrily, "Enough for you to perform." ”

The Tree Priest also knew that he couldn't get more divine characters from the Red Dragon. I saw that his mouth, which had eaten the characters of the gods, began to gradually widen and widen. Lips swelled. At the same time, a large purple tongue dripped out with saliva, constantly moistening the upper and lower lips. With each addition, the fleshy lips glowed, as if condensed with a translucent cream.

"It's disgusting. Red Rage muttered inwardly, "I don't know what kind of demon got the mouth from." ”

When the sacrificial tree's mouth grew as large as a wheel, it uttered a series of "grunt" words. The light on his mouth suddenly flew out like substance. They bombarded the sky. A curtain of light was formed.

This curtain of light outlines a reflection of a sprawling garden. Red Rage looked at the reflection in shock. Compared to the reflection garden where the tree worships Xulao, the area of this garden in front of you is obviously more than dozens of times larger. And most peculiarly, it sits right between night and day. Therefore, the scene of the garden is also half black and half white, and the part that is black during the day and the part that is white at night is quite spectacular.

After the tree priest shouted the divine word, the mouth quickly shrank, and finally "snapped" and shattered, turning into a pile of rubble. The reflection in the sky lasted for a few seconds, and the scene inside slowly became clear.

The garden is full of plants. Flourish. This includes not only wonderful plants from the surface world, such as blue feather grass and sweetfish, but also dozens of rare vegetation unique to the underground world, such as magma corals, fog shadow ferns, and so on.

The red dragon was very surprised, these plants need different growth environments. It was able to grow together in harmony. This is definitely beyond his knowledge. The little garden of Syrau was the difference between the Royal Botanic Garden and the barren meadows compared to the garden of the old priest.

"Xulao, are you disturbing my work again?" a thunderous voice came from the garden, and it shook the surrounding space with an endless sense of vicissitudes and heaviness.

The flesh-winged palm monster under the feet of the red dragon and the tree sacrifice suddenly screamed when they heard this voice, and they fell down all of a sudden. A thick brown root "swished" out of the garden, catching and curling up the flesh-winged palm monster like an octopus's tentacles.

"What a joke!" Red Furious scolded in his stomach, "this tree is not something I can deal with. You bastard, you want to hurt me. ”

The owner of the tendrils was now appearing in the reflection garden in the sky, a huge old tree a hundred meters high, with lush branches and intertwined roots, and the body of the tree alone was so thick that two people could hug each other. Syrauna's small body, which was only five or six meters tall, was not as thick as a branch of the old priest.

"Dear High Priest Aout, I have come to see you. How are you doing?" said Syurau, respectfully.

"You don't have to be close to me, I said I wouldn't teach you anything. Don't bother me anymore, let's go. "The words of the High Priest of Aot are like thunder, and the tone cannot be questioned.

The High Priest let go of the flesh-winged palm monster, and the poor creature hovered in the air.

"You misunderstood, you misunderstood. Seeing that the reflection garden in the sky was about to disappear again, Syurao hurriedly explained, "There are other things to do this time. Please help us. ”

"What's the matter?" the figure of the High Priest was fading.