More than half of the golden-red sun sank below the sea level, and the afterglow of the setting sun spread over the surface of the sea, staining most of the sky red. On the platform of the Crystal Castle, cloud giants in gorgeous armor are still guarding the door.

Suddenly, on one of the platforms, a fifteen-meter-tall cloud giant looked up at the sky, his face showing joy, and in the direction of his gaze, a huge human creature was waving its wings and slowly falling towards the location of the castle.

Muria flapped his wings and fell unhurriedly, and it took a long time for him to get his feet on the ground. There's no way, the flying dragon is in charge of that kind of fusiform rapid descent operation, he doesn't dare to play it now, his life is at stake.

"Master Muria. The Cloud Giant Commander greeted him with a look of joy on his face: "You learned to fly so quickly, it seems that that guy Bart is still very conscientious." ”

"Huh. Muria smiled palely, although he had learned to fly, he had no gratitude to the dragon leader, and even a little hateful to it.

Without him, the goddamn golden-skinned drakemon's way of teaching was too simple and crude. Throwing him directly from a height of tens of thousands of meters, for the first time, Muria did not use his wings well to fly, and then fell freely.

After he had fallen thousands of meters, the golden-skinned wyvern and its people caught Muria, carried him again to an altitude of 10,000 meters, and then dropped it again......

Catch, pick-up, drop-off. This is how the dragon commander taught Muria to fly, without any words or experience, but let him learn to fly with his wings and tail in countless free falls, and find the best way to fly for himself.

It is true that this method allowed him to learn to fly in the shortest possible time, but it was too straightforward. But Muria couldn't do anything to rule the wyvern, because it was his mother's dependent, unlike the giants who really revered him.

"Abt, why are you still here?" Muria looked at the Cloud Giant with some strange looks, there were as many as 1,800 Cloud Giants guarding the castle, led by eighteen Cloud Giants up to 15 meters high, and they all guarded the castle in a rotational manner.

"Your Highness Muria, it will be a little while before it is time for the rotation. Abt smiled a little innocently.

"Really?" Young Master Muria looked at the sun with some suspicion, which was about to completely sink into the sea.

"Abt, you guy, are you dragging your feet and not changing the guard with me, just to wait for His Highness Muria?" At this moment, a loud voice sounded behind Muria.

Muria turned around and saw a Cloud Giant Commander holding a mace that was also fifteen meters high, leading a hundred Cloud Giants onto the castle platform.

This was a Cloud Giant Leader who was also extremely strong among giants, and this Lord looked at Abt with an unkind expression, but when he turned his gaze to Muria, his gaze became extremely reverent.

With a look of fanaticism, he knelt down on one knee with the giant behind him: "Your Highness Muria." ”

Muria's cheek twitched, and he waved his hand, "Get up, Commander Bolton." ”

The burly Bolton stood up in a huff, his eyes wide and glaring at an embarrassed Abt.

"Alright, Commander Abt, you can take your men down to rest!" Muria looked at this scene and hurried to find the bottom of the stairs for Abt, and he couldn't watch the two commanders fight in front of him.

"Yes, Your Highness. Abt hastened down from the other side of the castle platform with his men, as if he were fleeing, for he himself felt that what he had done was unkind.

"Hmph. Looking at the back of Abt leaving in a hurry, Commander Bolton snorted coldly, turned his head to Muria and said, "Your Highness, this guy Abt is too hateful to prevent me from meeting you, sooner or later I will find him to settle this account." ”

"It doesn't have to be that way, Commander Bolton, if you want to see me, just speak to the maid of the castle. ”

"Hehe!" the bearded Giant Commander smiled when he heard this, and as if offering a treasure, he took out a silver-blue irregular piece of metal from his bosom and handed it to Muria.

Muria raised her eyebrows, reached out and grabbed this piece of silver-blue metal, sank her hand, weighed her weight, and showed a look that was really like this: "Pure gold." ”

It is a magical metal known throughout Erathia for its hard texture and extremely high energy conductivity, and is ranked as one of the three most accessible legendary metals along with Mithril and Orichalcum.

Dragonborn Legacy has an introduction to this, Adamantite, Mithril, and Orichalcum, all three of which can be used to forge legendary weapons, but that's not what makes them famous, what really makes them famous is that they are produced in very high quantities compared to other rare and unobtainable legendary metals.

In Erathia, only these three metals are available to creatures below the legendary level, and the rest of the legendary metals should not be considered until they reach the legendary level.

"Bolton, you're lucky to have such a large piece of adamantite. Muria played with the legendary metal and handed it back to the Giant Lord.

The burly giant commander hurriedly waved his hand: "Your Highness Muria, this is what I dedicate to you, how can I take it back?"

"For me?" Muriyah was stunned. The high production of Adamantite is relative to other legendary metals, and in general, Adamantite is still very rare, even if Legend gets too much metal, which is what many creatures crave but cannot find.

"I don't need it now, you might as well keep it, it can improve the quality of your mace a lot. Muria didn't hesitate to return the Adamantite.

"Your Highness Muria, this metal can be used to craft your own weapon. The Cloud Giant Commander no longer gave Muria a chance to speak, and quickly ran away, shouting back as he ran, "Only this metal can be worthy of you." And the quality of the mace is now enough for me to use, and I don't need to improve it anymore. ”

"Enough?" Muria smiled and looked at the nugget of adamantite in his hand, "In this world, I'm afraid no one will dislike the quality of their weapons for the better!"

"Titan bloodline, what does it mean?" Muria held the Adamantite in her hand, and instead of chasing after it, she walked down the stairs and returned to the castle.

Muria, who returned to the room, glanced at the big-headed young dragon in the room who was desperately gnawing on the jerky.

The young dragon, who had been electrocuted by Muria before he left the room, looked alive at the moment, and did not look like it was about to burp every minute.

The young dragon named Auston used to have most of its blackened scales scorched by the thunder, but now, its body was covered with scorched black scales and dead skin, and only a few scorch marks were left on its body.

When Auston the young dragon noticed that Muria had entered the room, his body trembled very visibly, and he shrank to the side holding the piece of meat, trying to distance himself from Muria as much as possible, but he quickly gave up this weak behavior, because Muria had already walked to its side and stared at it.

Muria saw the behavior of the young dragon Auston and nodded in satisfaction. This reminded him of the words that have been passed down for thousands of years in his previous life: filial piety comes from under the stick. Although there are problems with the stick education pursued by this sentence, for Muria, who is now raising evil dragons, stick education is the most suitable royal way for him.

He walked over to Auston, the young dragon, and stared at it, mostly to see the changes in its body. Because as the young dragon continued to eat, the changes in the injuries on its body were very obvious, and under the gaze of Muria, a piece of dead skin with more than a dozen scorched black dragon scales naturally fell off under the wriggling of the muscles of the young dragon's body.

Then the fibrous scarlet muscles were revealed, and then at a speed visible to the naked eye, a layer of skin quickly grew, covering the muscles exposed to the air, and finally a dozen pale red dragon scales grew out of the cortex, and over time, their color deepened until they turned bright red.

"It's a horrible growth rate. The changes that had taken place in this short period of time amazed Muria, but then he thought for a moment, "Speaking of which, the golden dragon bloodline on my body is higher in level than this red dragon, so I should have a more terrifying growth and recovery speed than Auston." ”

Muria raised her white palm and looked at it, thinking for a second before giving up the idea of testing her recovery ability by self-harm: "I don't have masochistic tendencies, let's wait until I'm injured to talk about this kind of thing." ”

"Roar!" Just as Muria was thinking about recovering her abilities, a loud dragon roar full of comfort sounded in the castle, and Alston directly threw down the jerky and shivered on the ground, and the other five young dragons also huddled together and shrank in the corner of the room wall.

"What special day is today?" Muriya looked up at the ceiling, "The Golden Dragon Lady has also woken up. ”

"Yo, yes, my son, actually hatched all the red dragon eggs. A girlish voice with a praising tone came from behind Muria.

Hearing this, Muria immediately turned around and saw a door open in the air in his room, a spatial door where a mountain of gold could be seen, and the golden dragon lady Atrice, who had turned into a suffocating blonde girl, was stepping through this spatial door.

"Mistress Atelis. "Mistress Atrice. ”......

Sophia, who was in the room with a group of dragonborn maids to take care of the young dragons, took the lead in saluting the castle's master when Atrice appeared.

"It's Sophia. Golden Dragon Lady Atrice nodded, "You have worked hard to take care of Muria in the past few years. ”

"It is my pleasure to take care of Master Muria, Lord Beatrice. Sophia replied very respectfully.

"Little Muria. You've grown up again. Jin Longniang looked at Muria, who was eight meters tall, "But compared to your father, you are still a little small." ”

"My father. Muria's expression was very subtle, except for the majestic black-haired golden-eyed "man" he had seen once when he was born, and he had never seen it a second time until now.

"Ahem. Jin Longniang also remembered that Muria had only met Ansor once, and coughed dryly: "Your father is very busy now, so he doesn't have much time to see you." ”