[It's still the plot of the legend of the Red Dragon, whether you have seen it or not. ] 】

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The young dragon stood on the top of the volcano and looked down at the earth, its expression inexplicably panicked.

Kazarin is not the same as it remembers it, there is no forest at a glance, and there are huge shocking cracks everywhere, like a dry riverbed.

The elemental fluctuations in the air were extremely chaotic, and the remnants of the great war of the past formed a terrible storm to wreak havoc on the land.

Around Hellfort, the young dragon also saw a number of mountain peaks, the buildings on which had long since been destroyed.

Warwick said that this was originally a floating city built by the King of the Southern Frontier with legendary spells, but now none of them remained.

The young dragon was silent.

It looked to the west, where the Winter Mountains, which had stretched across the entire southern frontier, were like a moat separating the Kazarin from the endless snowfields.

But now, the Winter Mountains had collapsed long before the endless years.

The avalanche swept from west to east, almost half of southern Xinjiang.

The forests near the snowfields still exist, but they are now covered in heavy snow, and ice creatures can occasionally be seen.

The impact of the war was far-reaching, and the wandering undead became frequent visitors to southern Xinjiang, and zombies, skeletons, and ghouls could find their filthy figures around any cemetery.

Warwick stood beside the young dragon, even though he was now old, hunched over, and more than 20 meters tall.

He curled up the baby dragon with his tentacles and placed it on his shoulder, his tone gradually flattening.

"Little master, southern Xinjiang is your territory, although this land has become dilapidated, but you have to learn to govern, at least until the master returns."

His gaze grew to the monsters roaming the cracked earth.

"Too much time has passed, and some of the clans established on the ruined ruins have long forgotten who is the true master of this land, and those shameful gods, fearing the existence of their master, have united to erase everything in the world with powerful spells!"

Warwick gritted his teeth in anger, and he looked at the young dragon and said seriously.

"Little master, the world still remembers the life of the master is running out, I used to be the only one, and now there are more you."

The young dragon continued to be silent.

It thought to itself, what can it do if even its father is so powerful and has lost contact in the war?

It's just a kid!

Weak, pitiful, and helpless.

"The master is still alive."

Warwick said suddenly, he looked up at the starry sky: "Although I don't know where Your Majesty and the Dragon Queen are, but I am sure that they are still alive, maybe fighting in the realm of the gods, or maybe they are temporarily trapped somewhere." ”

"So, little master, when the invincible Red Dragon Legion sweeps the entire southern frontier again, the name of the king of southern Xinjiang will resound in the world, and only by making yourself strong can you be qualified to explore the truth......"

The young dragon let out a low roar, spreading its wings and sweeping towards the cracked earth.

Standing on the top of the volcano, Warwick watched quietly, and the young dragon had to go through the ordeal to accelerate its growth into a dragon.

His cloudy gaze gradually became fanatical, and the little master had already shown remarkable talent.

It is believed that it will not be long before the huge dragon wings will cover the sky, and at that time, everything in the world will once again submit to the feet of the king of the southern frontier.

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Inheriting the excellent genes of the King of the Southern Frontier, although the young dragon has only crawled out of the eggshell for three days, its body already looks like a normal red dragon is three weeks the size.

The bright red dragon scales were like a raging flame, shining even in the dark.

Its wings were beginning to take shape, with thick membranes spread over the light skeleton of the dragon's wings, and the dense muscles of the wings and chest provided the red dragon with enough strength.

Unlike other red dragons, the wings of the hatchlings derive numerous tarsal bones from various joints.

The tail of these anomalous bones has many tiny pores, which are arranged in a double helix structure, like a complex but very delicate controllable line.

As it flapped its wings, it could even see a lot of sparks leaking from the ends of its wing bones.

The young dragon thought of the bright light of his father's dragon wings in his memory, and his heart was stirred.

"Maybe, I can do it too!" It cries out in its heart.

The molten heart in its body seems to be able to hear the mind of the young dragon and burst out of heat on its own.

The wingspan of the young dragon is flattened, and the tiny holes at the end of the tarsal bone act as the only outlet for pressure.

In the next moment, a torrent of raging flames erupted from every orifice!

Behind the dragon's wings, a crimson flame of light that was several meters long and longer than the size of a young dragon swept through the darkness like a meteor across the sky.

If the king of the southern frontier, whose name has been forgotten by the life of the world, appeared here, he would definitely be shocked by the current behavior of the young dragon.

He can only use Elemental Spray for overclocking flights, and the tail flame bursts into brilliant streamers.

Only by igniting the elemental fire in his body will the light flame turn crimson, and he will travel three times the speed of sound.

But in that case, the mana consumption in the body will also increase to an alarming level, and it will not be able to last.

But Ize's smash is different.

The energy core in the chest is the molten heart that emits radiation at all times, can hook the leylines, and connect to the fire elemental plane.

This can be said to be the key to the fire elemental plane that was mastered at birth, and the energy is unlimited.

At this stage, the Red Dragon's spitting weapon is not yet fully developed, and it can only spit out a small flame when it opens its mouth.

But if the young dragon wants to, it can even spray continuously for three days and three nights.

And now, only the screams of the young dragon were heard, and its figure disappeared from Warwick's sight.

Of course, the overclocking flight lasted less than two seconds, and the blazing red tail flame from the end of the dragon's wings suddenly dimmed.

With the fragile physique of the young dragon now, it could not withstand the high-frequency flame torrent, and all the tarsal bones were devastated, just like a jet turbine engine engine had a problem.

Warwick was completely dumbfounded, he was already shocked to the extreme.

What kind of monster is it that can be overclocked just after birth?

Before he could recover from the joy of his little master's ability to fly at high frequencies, he saw the only crimson flame emitted in the darkness suddenly extinguish.

And now, for a moment when he was stunned, there was a distance of thousands of meters between the two.

Warwick couldn't help but sigh, it was really his own, father and son both had a virtue.

There is always a crash on the first test flight.

Of course, Warwick is not worried about the safety of the young dragon, he knows the power of the molten heart better than anyone else, once this thing breaks out, anyone except the legend will be killed.

You must know that the powerful Red Dragon Juggernaut did not dare to implant the Molten Heart in his body.

Although he didn't know how the little master did it, it was a good thing after all.

Suddenly, Warwick burst into tears.

"My king, the little master is as good as you were back then......"

The wasteland is desolate, and from time to time there is a scalp-tingling roar from the cracked earth.

The chaotic magical aura radiates a distorted glow in the darkness, a remnant of the power of the battlefields of the past.

Although the overclocking flight suddenly stalled, after experiencing the initial panic and discomfort, Alan quickly reacted.

He adjusted his dragon wing stance, and the oncoming wind and turbulence did not disrupt his flight rhythm.

The young dragon shook its wings slightly, and in the braking deceleration, it got rid of the wave of air explosion and began to slow down gradually.

Alan let out a hearty dragon groan, he just wanted to try, but he didn't expect it to be successful.

Although it was only less than two seconds, the thrill of flying at extreme speed made him completely addicted.

Through dark vision, Alan looked down on the ground below from high in the sky.

The environment in Kazarin is much harsher than it once was.

No, there is no Kazarin anymore.

It's a wilderness that the monsters call the "Falling Dragon Plains".

As the name suggests, the war was so tragic in the first place.

It even permanently changed the climate and landform, and the immeasurable fall of the dragon.

The dragon corpse has turned into mountains and rivers, this is a land full of dragon blood!

As far as the eye can see, there are no longer stretches of forest, and on the land of southern Xinjiang, which is crisscrossed by ravines, there are only low shrubs that have been divided into blocks, dotted in fragments.

Alan had only seen the tip of the iceberg in Kazarin in his memory, and he did not have too deep feelings about the current state of the land.

Whether it's a resource-rich forest or a desolate wasteland, he has to deal with it.

As the heir of the king of Southern Xinjiang, he has taken Southern Xinjiang as his own territory as a matter of course in his heart.

He didn't realize how dangerous it was for him, as a young dragon, to fly in mid-air in the Fallen Dragon Plains without any scruples.

The bright red scales all over his body looked like a large mass of eye-catching light in the dark, and it was difficult not to attract attention.

In the past, southern Xinjiang was a place where aliens gathered, and survival and chaos were eternal themes.

Now, after a terrible war, creatures that have grown up in this environment have become more aggressive.

Obviously, the dangers lurking in southern Xinjiang are greater than ever.

I'm afraid that there are many monsters that have devoured the flesh and blood of real dragons, and they are veritable dragon eaters.

In the deep night, several giant eagles silently swept out of the clouds.

Their hawkbeaks are sharp, their eyes are scarlet, and their feathers from their necks upwards are not white, but an evil crimson.

This is not a Giant Eagle whose camp is neutral and kind, but a variant of the Giant Eagle that has been corrupted in this evil land!

Bigger than the giant eagle's body, but also more ferocious and bloody!

They are predators of this evil land!

Seeing a young dragon who was ignorant of the world, he dared to swagger in the air, and the blood eagle moved, as fast as a ghost.

They swooped down from the dark clouds, their bloodthirsty eyes fixed on the young dragon, sealing off all possible retreats from all sides.

The red dragon has an outer ear that other five-colored dragons don't have, and its keen hearing can even pick up unusual wind sounds around it.

Eren noticed the evil Blood Eagle swooping down on him, but it didn't seem panicked.

Dragon Legacy is like a rich encyclopedia.

Unlike other creatures, young dragons are born with a holistic grasp of the world and an understanding of their own identity.

It knows how to move, how to use its innate abilities, how to see the world around it.

It has a well-developed survival theory and knows how to pursue advantages and avoid disadvantages.

This realization is one of the reasons why even the youngest dragons can survive to adulthood.

It is this sense of superiority that gives dragons unparalleled arrogance -

They are born knowing that they are one of the most powerful creatures in the world, or at least that they will be when they reach adulthood.

The blood eagle's minions are spread out and they attack the young dragon!

Their wingspan is over five meters, and each one is larger than a hatchling.

The talons are capable of destroying gold and stone, and the bloodthirsty eagle eyes are emotionless.

Once targeted, no juvenile creature will survive this group of natural predators.

The blood eagle let out a sharp eagle cry of ecstasy!

Look, what did you find?

A lone young dragon!

If nothing else, the young dragon will be torn apart by the Blood Eagle in the first place, and then eat!

Eren appeared confident because he felt he could handle what seemed like a death-defying situation.

His body was heating up, and the temperature seemed to rise endlessly.

His whole body became hot, and his dragon scales turned bright red, and hot flames began to erupt from the gaps between the scales.

The Blood Eagles collectively let out a high-pitched chirp, and they felt like they were about to get it.

The young dragon also let out an angry roar, and it thought that this group of lowly sparrows would dare to attack the king of the southern frontier, what a damn thing!

The thermonuclear storm swept in all directions in an instant!

The Blood Eagle's face finally showed horror, and they adjusted the angle of their wings, trying to flee with impatience.

However, it was too late.

Just a photo, the impact of the thermonuclear storm burned all the feathers and skin of the blood eagle, as if it was filtered in hot magma, and when it came out, only bloody flesh remained.

But at this time, the Blood Eagle was not dead.

The molten heart in Eren's body shook again!

The second thermonuclear storm erupted again, and the Blood Eagle's remaining flesh and blood evaporated at a speed visible to the naked eye, leaving only the bones.

Several corpses fell from the sky, and the young dragon just glanced at it casually, flapped the dragon's wings and left.

Alan landed in the canopy of an old dry tree, with no dense foliage, only bare branches that thrust weakly into the sky.

He noticed that there were many dead bones around the old trees, and some of the bare rhizomes even poked out of the eye sockets of many of the skulls.

Alan subconsciously became vigilant.

The old tree trembled lightly at this moment, and dozens of vines quietly wrapped around its limbs and wings, trying to strangle the young dragon to death.

"Shameless and lowly blighted monsters!"

The red dragon couldn't move, and he let out a roar of rage.

Alan looked down at his chest, his chest gradually became transparent, as if there was hot magma flowing in his body, and the heart of molten fire became extremely dazzling at this moment.

The vines that wrapped around the red dragon silently began to spontaneously combust and then spread rapidly, turning into a fire that enveloped the entire old tree in the blink of an eye.

A human face gradually emerged from the trunk of the old tree, and it let out a terrible scream and began to beg for mercy.

Alan ignored it, he just quietly entrenched on the trunk, his bright red eyes reflecting the brilliant firelight, and watched coldly as the flames ignited and gradually extinguished.

Soon, the old tree turned into a useless pile of coke, and the young dragon was so happy that he trampled all the coke to pieces, and flapped his wings and flew away......

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ps: Today's unit had a New Year's Eve party in advance, and I drank almost half a catty of liquor, and Che Yu hadn't drunk for about seven years, and he was so drunk. After that, I got bad news that my girlfriend's grandmother died. It's been a rough month.