The hot and red magma boiled and bubbled, and one of the crimson eggs floated up and down, dripping and spinning.

The dragon egg is as big as a water tank, and its surface is covered with snake-like scales, and it glows red, and the inside is constantly rhythmic like a heartbeat.

And at this moment, the eggshell cracked.

From inside slowly crawled a young red dragon, its wing bones were still quite soft, and the surface of its body was covered with bright red scales, smooth and smooth.

It opened its eyes and took a closer look at the strange world, and a memory suddenly flooded into its mind.

- In a dragon's lair in the Flame Mountains, a baby red dragon and a baby silver dragon run away together.

They first made their home in a barren Gobi area, and the young dragon grew up quickly, conquering the wilderness in less than a year, followed by the wider forest.

With countless monstrous dependents under its command, it has trampled its enemies under its feet and conquered territory after territory, making the Red Dragon the undisputed Dragon King.

The little young dragon watched the scene in his memory and gradually became fascinated.

The scene takes a steep turn.

The mighty red dragon entrenched in the crater, its dragon wings obscuring the sky, and below, its army.

The sunset shone on the sky as scarlet as blood, and a dazzling golden thread suddenly appeared in the northern sky.

A large group of metallic dragons led their dependents into the forest, and the king of the red dragons roared bravely to meet them.

Good and evil fight each other in the sky, and the monsters on the surface are also in battle.

The red dragon was so powerful, its wings spewed light and flames, it swept away the encirclement of the metal dragon with its tail, easily smashed the rushing metal dragon with its claws, its tough scales blocked the metal dragon's breath and magic, and then opened its mouth under the gaze of countless dragons.

The fangs shimmered with cold light, and the clusters of bone spurs on their backs shone one after another, stretching from the tip of their tails to their backs.

In the next second, a dazzling white light that could melt everything suddenly erupted from the red dragon's mouth, and the thick pillar of light extended to the sky.

The dragon bleed, the dragon corpse fell from the sky, and the scarlet sky finally became clearer.

The strength of the red dragon made the little young dragon stunned, and it let out a high-pitched roar.

At this moment, the picture turned abruptly again, and the little young dragon pouted with some dissatisfaction.

It also wanted to see the mighty red dragon in battle again.

But immediately it was attracted to another figure.

In front of her was a silver dragon with a body as bright as a star, carefully holding a red dragon egg in her claws, and her eyes were full of love.

"My child." She said.

She looked back at the red dragon fighting in the sky, gently rubbing the dragon egg with the soft dragon fin of her jaw.

"Your father is the most powerful true dragon in the world, he has conquered the southern frontier, conquered the dark regions, and even the high gods dare not descend to appear in front of him."

The silver dragon stuck out her tongue and gently licked the dragon egg, she continued.

"He is the dragon king of the southern frontier, and you are destined to be the king of this vast land."

The gates of Hell Fortress were brutally smashed open by the dependents of the metal dragon, and although the defending Red Dragon Clan was brave and invincible, there were too many enemies, and the monsters rushed in.

The little dragon saw a gnolla with a tentacle on its right arm come out of the monster pile and walk towards the mother dragon, it had only half an ear and was covered in blood, the blood of the enemy.

"Master, there are too many enemies, you need to leave here quickly with Your Highness."

The mother dragon didn't look at it much, still rubbing the dragon egg with her claws.

"My child, do you see that? The enemy has come in, are you afraid?"

She chuckled before she could finish speaking.

"How could the future dragon king be afraid of these worms? Mom will kill you."

The silver dragon erected her upper body slightly, and she carefully guarded the dragon egg with her wings, opening her mouth to spew out a dragon's breath at the enemies who pounced on her.

The bone-chilling cold froze monsters into ice sculptures, then shattered and crashed into the boiling magma below.

"My child, your father and I are leaving. The self-proclaimed good metal dragon cannot tolerate our existence, and the gods of the good and neutral camp also trick their followers into wielding butcher knives at us."

As if thinking of something, the female dragon's eyes narrowed with a smile.

"Thankfully, your father is strong enough to frustrate the enemy's plans time and time again."

She sighed.

"But we're going to have to keep you here this time."

The little dragon's eyes were full of doubt.

"We are not tolerated by the true God."

The mother dragon looked up at another metal dragon falling in mid-air, the dragon's blood stained the sky red, and the red dragon was as strong and invincible as ever.

"These reptiles are just minions sent to death, the road ahead is dangerous, there are gods waiting for us, with you will put you in danger, my child, please forgive Mom."

The silver dragon looked at the red dragon and let out a low roar.

"Hey, big stupid dragon, do you have anything to say to our children?"

The red dragon tore apart the wings of an ancient golden dragon with his sharp claws, and bathed in the blood of the golden dragon, he used a grappling grappling to smash the golden dragon from the air to the ground, falling to pieces.

His gaze passed through the forest, looked at Huangyan Gang, looked at the Winter Mountain Range, penetrated the dense fog of the undead realm, and looked at the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains.

The red dragon's laughter came from far in the sky.

"My child, do you see? This is the country that your Lao Tzu laid for you! Lao Tzu is the Flame Scourge, the King of the Southern Frontier, the Monster Leader, the Titan Slayer, the Red Dragon Master, and you are my child!"

The red dragon's wings erupted with flames, and the massive ramming horns on his nose bone pierced the heart of a metal dragon, and he let out an angry roar!

"When you were born, the whole of Southern Xinjiang will sing your name, inherit the name of Lao Tzu, you are destined to be the uncrowned king of Southern Xinjiang!"

The little dragon flapped its wings vigorously and let out a childish roar.

The silver dragon laughed happily, but laughed and cried.

"Do you hear me, my child, your father said that you are the uncrowned king of southern Xinjiang, don't disgrace him. Guard our home until we return."

With a low roar, the she-dragon flew into the bottom of the lava, finding the molten heart and carefully placing the crimson dragon egg beside it.

"My child, Alan Irelia Ezer Dumbledore Saul Targaryen"

"Remember, Mom and Dad love you."

Boiling magma poured into the eggshell, and the baby dragon was engulfed in the lava.

It took a few breaths before it spread its wings, like a chicken floating out of the lava.

It wrinkled its eyes, looked a little angry, and then vented its anger on the eggshell in front of it.

The little dragon chewed the eggshell with a click, and after two bites, he felt his mouth dry, so he lowered his head and sucked the magma.

A few minutes later, it lay on its back in the boiling lava, touching its belly and burping.

The inheritance memory of the bloodline let it know its own origins.

It is a dragon, a true dragon, the heir of the great king of the southern frontier.

The little dragon looked up at the smoke-spewing crater, the remnants of the sun were like blood, and it was lonely and gloomy.

It thought about the parents it had seen in its memory, and was about to stretch its neck to let out an unwilling hiss, when suddenly it looked at the ruins around it with a ghostly head, and a fierce man plunged into the magma and disappeared.

……

Three days later, a dragon head suddenly appeared out of the boiling magma.

The two small dragon horns on its head have just grown into protrusions, and they don't look like a real dragon, but they are a little cute.

It was awakened from hunger, the eggshell was not nutritious enough to keep it asleep, and it had to find something to eat in order to live.

But the little dragon didn't fly out of the air, but stayed in the magma and carefully observed everything around it.

Hellfort is nothing like what I remember it seeing, it is full of ruins and ruined walls, and it is lifeless.

Only the relief art carved around the walls still tells of the original glory.

The little dragon didn't know what had happened after that day, but it was obviously something extremely terrifying.

Both parents are missing.

Hell Fortress has become like this, and it looks like it has not been taken care of by a servant for a long time.

It also remembered that its mother had said in her memory, "Even the gods on high would not dare to come down to earth before their father."

So why is this happening?

Where are its parents now?

The little dragon couldn't figure it out, it was just a little scared.

Powerful as his parents have also lost news inexplicably, and it is the heir of the king of Southern Xinjiang, will it also be inexplicably targeted?

After drinking a large sip of magma called "happy water" by his father, the little young dragon smashed his mouth.

Southern Xinjiang is its home, and no matter what, it has to go out and see it.

As for the news of the parents......

The little dragon's gaze gradually condensed, it will guard the house, it will wait for them to return.

"If they don't come back, I'll look for it!"

But at the thought of those powerful enemies in his memory, the little young dragon was deflated.

It babbled across the lava lake, stepped on the path carved out of the cliff, and cautiously walked up.

Along the way, there were rocks and corpses everywhere, and the little young dragon was in a heavy mood.

It has seen the scene of the original battle in its memory, the dragon's blood is a small scene, and the ancient dragon is cannon fodder who came to die.

And now it is just a young dragon, and any powerful ancient dragon is an existence that it must look up to.

Hovering up the corridor, the young dragon saw a lot of the shooting ports of the past, and the dragon hunting crossbow made of Adamantite Mithril had been eroded by time.

It seems like a long time has passed since that war.

The young dragon thought to himself.

Knock –

The staircase in front of him suddenly broke a gap of more than ten meters, and some stone fragments were accidentally kicked down by it, falling into the tumbling magma below.

The little young dragon was so engrossed in thinking about things just now that he almost fell down.

It spread its wings and flew through the gap, continuing its strides across the net, before finally coming to a halt in front of a large platform.

In front of him is a huge palace, made entirely of red volcanic rock, each stone brick inlaid with sparkling gemstones.

The little dragon remembered that the name of this palace was Red Agate.

Its mother, holding a dragon egg in her hand, spewed a frosty breath at the families of countless metal dragons, freezing those damned creatures into ice sculptures one by one!

Let's all go to hell!

Chop Pieces!

The little dragon let out a hoarse cry in his heart.

The light emitted by countless gems converged in the air, and finally formed a brilliant silver dragon, she was so beautiful.

The little dragon was stunned.

It babbled and ran over to hug its mother, but passed through it.

It tilted its head, its tail flicking irregularly behind it.

It couldn't figure out why that was the case.

So he pounced again, only to fall to the ground.

It got up and stepped on the hard red agate slate angrily.

It saw the silver dragon behind it laughing, and it stopped the childish action.

A dark cloud slowly drifted above the crater, and the beautiful figure of the silver dragon gradually faded away.

The young dragon let out a nervous and uneasy scream, but it could only watch its mother leave, but it was helpless.

It sat on the ground and wept and called its mother's name.

Ten minutes later, the dark clouds cleared.

The gems set in the red agate palace regained their brilliant light and converged in the air in the form of a silver dragon.

The little dragon stopped crying, and it danced with joy.

It leaned over slowly, squinting its eyes and resting on its mother's leg with a serene expression.

Although, the mother does not exist.

But she will always be there.

It had seen that it was a constant magic that allowed the light to converge into its mother's form.

The young dragon seemed to be asleep next to its mother, curled up in a ball, its tail tightened into its belly like a cat, and it hugged it with two paws, making a subtle murmur.

In the dream, the little dragon grew up, and his size was almost comparable to that of the king of the southern frontier.

When it stands on the spine of the world and roars at the entire continent.

It saw the parents come back.

In the middle of the night, the little dragon woke up with tears in the corners of his eyes.

The entire Hellfort was blackened, except for the hot lava beneath it.

The light and shadow of the silver dragon had long since disappeared, and the little young dragon walked towards the red agate palace.

No matter how dilapidated Hellfort becomes, the palace is still intact.

This is the dormitory of the king of southern Xinjiang, blessed by supreme power and unbreakable.

Here he had received messengers of the gods, chatted and laughed with the Devil's Grand Duke, and the Lord of Hell was his guest.

He also slashed the gods and demons here in a fit of rage, and killed the lords of the upper realm with fear in his heart and bowed his head to the courtiers.

The little dragon walked up the stairs, and there were many huge lampposts on both sides, which were ever-bright lights.

But even the ever-bright lamp lit with mermaid tears has long since run out of oil.

The little young dragon sighed in his heart.

The palace was dark, but the little dragon could see it very clearly.

The palace is surrounded by relief murals, and the dome is inlaid with countless diamonds, which looks like a sea of stars at a glance.

On the high platform was a huge throne, and the little dragon stretched out its claws and stroked it, and almost hundreds of it could be placed.

Thinking of the majestic red dragon in his memory, the little dragon was once again amazed by his father's huge size.

It walked, its paws touching the floor, and a "click" sound sounded in the darkness.

It looked at the throne, which symbolized the king of the southern frontier, and remembered that its father had told it to inherit his name.

So the little dragon spread its wings and fluttered and sat down......

……

PS: I know you have a lot of doubts.

But don't worry, the ending of "Roar" is sure to be perfect.

I will gradually connect the relevant content of the Legend of the Red Dragon.