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It was defeated, utterly defeated. Even though it could walk on clouds, even though it could completely manipulate the wind and weather to its own advantage, it still couldn't touch a single scale of Casalos. Instead, in just five minutes, it was hit directly by Casalos with seven different tricks.
As a silver dragon, it couldn't deny its defeat—a dragon lich is still a lich, possessing a large number of instant-death spells that are difficult to avoid. If Casaloz were a dragon lich, then after being hit seven times, no matter how many ways it had to resist instant-death spells, they would all be completely destroyed... But it simply couldn't understand how that iron dragon had managed to outmaneuver it under such an overwhelming disadvantage.
The iron dragon did not enter its signature chaotic elemental form, nor did it summon four high-level elemental lords to combine with it. Just as it had said before the battle, what it demonstrated was a pure aerial tactical contest.
59. Demonstration
"Why did this happen..." As the king of aerial combat among the dragon subspecies, the Ancient Silver Dragon was deeply troubled by his defeat: "I clearly manipulated the wind to interfere with the airflow you relied on, and flew faster than you; I clearly controlled the climate to create an environment completely unfavorable to your flight, and flew more nimbly than you; I clearly stood above the clouds, higher than you; why did I lose so completely in the end?"
"Because you haven't viewed your flight as a dynamic and changing whole. You understand speed as speed, turning as turning, and altitude as altitude, but these three should be connected!" Since he was going to promote the theory of energy-based air combat to Feren, Casalos wouldn't hold back at this moment—in fact, any life form that utilizes aerodynamic flight can instinctively grasp the details of this knowledge; what's lacking is only the crucial step of summarizing and systematizing it into a knowledge framework: "Your unique wind attributes, especially your innate cloud-walking and slow-falling techniques, make it too easy for you to break free from the constraints of gravity, thus neglecting flight itself."
To be honest, if the Silver Dragon didn't have the innate ability of Cloud Travel, it might have already summarized a similar theoretical framework.
"So, when you put them together, it's what's called energy air combat?" Tamarand, who had already thoroughly read the manual, was still a competent straight man.
"Before I get to that, let me ask you all a few questions first." Casalos didn't pick up where the Golden Dragon Crown Prince left off: "What do you all think of the birds that you see everywhere—I'm not referring to magical beasts, but the most ordinary birds, covered in feathers, without any magic or supernatural abilities—how well they fly?"
"Haha, if we're really talking about that, back then, if they weren't afraid of being swallowed whole by us, carrier pigeons would have been flying right up to us and pooping on our heads, right?" The proud golden dragon, the honest silver dragon, and the reserved bronze dragon were unlikely to answer this question that was somewhat hurtful to the dragons, but the brass dragon's mouth didn't hold back: "But ever since you... no, I mean the goddess of magic spread your method of flying without flapping wings, those little birds can no longer catch up with us or reach us. Weren't you just mocking us for 'flying as primitively as birds' before...?"
Casalos timely interrupted the brass dragon's unending tirade, "Flying in a manner as primitive as birds refers to the way of flying, not the skill of flying—putting aside the difference in the ability to escape the constraints of gravity, what do you think of birds' flying skills?"
Although it was a question, Casalos didn't wait for the incessantly talking brass dragon to answer. Instead, he created a magical illusion, showing a brief aerial battle between the birds of prey that are common in Faerûn, the peregrine falcon and the black kite, which are often referred to as eagles.
In this aerial battle, the Black Kite initiated the attack, taking advantage of initial altitude and speed to cut into the fray from behind. The Peregrine Falcon, clutching its prey and flying low, immediately dropped it upon sensing the threat and began to turn right. The Black Kite followed and swooped down to attack, missing the Peregrine Falcon by about half a meter to its left wing. The Peregrine Falcon then seized the opportunity to climb sharply and gain a higher position. After circling once, the Black Kite climbed again to pursue, while the Peregrine Falcon descended at a low angle and circled. After half a circle, it gained the speed to overtake the Black Kite and passed it, then swung a talon sideways, forcing the Black Kite to slow down and barely avoid it.
The black kite regained altitude but abandoned the pursuit...
"Beautiful!" Even the proud Golden Dragon had to praise the peregrine falcon's response—in everyone's mind, the peregrine falcon was definitely weaker than the black kite, sometimes even becoming its prey. Moreover, this peregrine falcon was the one being ambushed while carrying prey: "You mean the peregrine falcon relied on its agility… no, that's not right. In this battle, the peregrine falcon had no agility advantage whatsoever. That eagle was more agile, but it didn't seize a single opportunity to attack, just like the battle between Azak and you!"
“That’s right. This battle is just like the last one.” Casalos shook his head: “Speed, altitude, and agility are important, but they are not the key factors in aerial combat, because aerial combat is not melee, nor is it a clash of magic! It’s about the conversion of energy!”
Iron Dragon sat upright, its tail coiled in front of it, drawing a coordinate system on the ground with the tip: "So-called energy is the sum of potential energy represented by altitude and potential energy represented by velocity. The vertical axis is altitude, and the horizontal axis is velocity. Any unit that flies using the air can find its position in this coordinate system at any time." "You Lin, I have you, you're in the air, you Lin, you're here, you're not here..."
"In aerial combat," Casalos continued, "energy advantage often determines the initiative. The side with more energy can choose when to attack and when to disengage—that's the advantage that Black Kite and Azak possess. But initiative is just initiative; the art of energy management—the conversion between two forms of energy, and the skill of expending energy and transforming it into a third key factor—is the key to aerial combat strategy."
Azak was still somewhat confused, but Haiweilan had already grasped the key words: "Transformation, height, speed, and angle are actually all one..."
“That’s right. Everyone can fly, so I don’t need to give you examples to illustrate this, do I?” Casalos said, “First, there’s the conversion between altitude and speed. Diving makes you fly faster and faster, while climbing makes you slower, as you all know. But this conversion doesn’t involve much energy loss, so a single decrease in altitude or speed doesn’t bring any disadvantage.”
Turning, however, consumes real energy. The faster you turn, the greater the energy loss. But the angle gained through turning is the only way to create an attack window. This raises a new question: when to conserve energy, when to convert energy into angle, and how much energy to consume to convert into how much angle, to truly gain an advantage?
“I understand. Whether it’s maintaining or transforming, the timing and amount of transformation are all related to the energy one possesses.” Although Azak was a bit impulsive, he wasn’t stupid. Casalos had made it clear enough; an ancient dragon should have figured it out by now: “The key to my and that eagle’s failure was actually the reckless consumption of energy… In order to gain altitude in the harsh weather and storms I created, I used Cloudwalking to reach the clouds, seemingly gaining an advantage, but in reality, I completely abandoned kinetic energy, wasting a lot of energy out of thin air, and also reduced the efficiency of potential energy conversion to the minimum, without converting any usable angles… Just like the eagle slowing down to avoid the falcon’s talon—after that talon, the eagle lost all its energy advantage, so it gave up the pursuit.”
“A very amazing theory…” Old Golden Dragon Dracol’s beard brushed against the scales on his face: “Lord Casaloz, this is a sweeping, abstracting—or concretizing—of the various complexities of aerial games into a few simple problems that can be described by numerical calculations, so that the final result can be directly obtained through calculation and deduction?”
"Therefore, our dragon aerial combat will no longer rely on instinct and blind trial and error, but will be theoretically guided, analytical, systematically trained, and capable of purposefully and purposefully deducing various applicable tactics." The Golden Dragon Crown Prince, Tamarand, spread his wings and stood upright, stretching his neck and letting out a long dragon roar before looking down at the assembled dragons: "And now, the training we are about to conduct is a tactic deduced under the guidance of this power, specifically targeting the various forces of the Dragon Worship Cult… Now, are there any dragons who have objections?"
No dragon responded. Even the three colorful dragons stared intently at the iron dragon in the arena.
"Are there any dragons unwilling to participate?" Tamarand asked again.
No dragons retreated. Even the four golden dragon lords, after exchanging glances and remaining silent, quietly slipped into the training ground.
Time was not on the dragons' side. Casalos didn't linger any longer, leaping into the air and soaring nine thousand meters into the sky. Kara entered the arena, spinning low in the air, her dragon language, melodious and melodious, echoing across the training ground: "The most threatening enemy units within the Dragon Cult are undoubtedly those dragon liches that have been transformed into undead dragons. As everyone knows, dragon liches inherit almost all of their abilities from before their transformation, while also gaining all the characteristics of undead creatures, especially a wide variety of immunities and terrifying instant-death spells."
Compared to the original subspecies, they have become more dangerous and cunning. Having lost the constraints of their flesh and scales, their speed—especially in flight—has also improved.
But at the same time, they also lost the aerodynamic advantages that flesh, dragon hide, scales, and wings gave us—aerodynamics is the core of the new flight method that Garugsingo has taught you, and the only guarantee of energy conversion efficiency!
"Next, Garugsingo will demonstrate to you some of the most common aerial combat scenarios we will encounter in future battles—the most advantageous and effective entry point for us is as the aggressor: spotting a bone dragon patrolling at low altitude from high altitude, just like the Black Kite that just failed."
"Dive attacks are our best and favorite hunting method. But our prey is no longer the flocks of sheep running on the ground, but the dragon liches that also fly, but fly faster than us."
As Kara explained, Fiona also took to the air. After climbing to a certain height, she made a small dive to increase her speed and then began to circle in a large radius, almost in a straight line—just like all dragons patrolling their territory.
High in the sky, Casalos had already folded its wings and entered a deep dive. Using its energy advantage, it quickly surpassed Fiona, who was playing the role of the bone dragon.
"A dive would give us tremendous speed, easily surpassing the low-flying skeletal dragons, but at the same time..."
As Casaloz descended, a sharp whistling sound cut through the air resounded through the sky—it was conducting a tactical demonstration, and of course, it wouldn't use its bizarre abilities that couldn't be copied by other dragons; it was merely playing the role of an ordinary dragon diving.
“We cannot conceal the motive behind our high-speed dive; the bone dragons will inevitably spot us. They can easily evade our dive attacks, so…”
As can be seen from the dragon's eye, the point where Casalos's dive path intersects with Fiona's is deviated from Fiona's flight path, being about half a body length to the left and in front of her circling path.
"Our goal is to force the bone dragon to change direction—when facing an emergency while circling, we will instinctively change direction in the direction of the circle to avoid it. If the bone dragon is circling to the right, we will rush to its left front..."
As soon as Kara finished speaking, Fiona, who was making a low-angle right turn, indeed turned her body to the right and entered the right turn. Casalos was also close to Fiona at a slant distance of 800 meters, less than a kilometer above the ground, but he did not slow down, nor did he follow Kara's turn. Instead, he veered to the left.
"Don't chase! Don't chase! Don't chase!" Kara repeated the important thing three times before continuing her explanation: "During our dive, we gained a much higher speed than the bone dragon. This higher speed results in a larger turning radius. If you turn right with the bone dragon at this moment, the huge turning radius will increase the straight-line distance between you and the bone dragon, and because of the faster speed, you will get ahead of it—congratulations, not only will you fail to attack the bone dragon, but you will also send yourself into the bone dragon's attack range... Have you prepared a few spell sequences to resist instant-death spells?"
"What you need to do is turn in the opposite direction. The bone dragon will not ignore your provocation. Even if it does, the result will simply be that there is no fight and they fly away separately."
Fiona didn't break away immediately; instead, she continued turning to the right, intending to circle once before attacking the diving provocateur. Casalos similarly maintained a left turn, reducing the angle of his dive to begin circling—clearly the same strategy. The two dragons, circling left and right, together traced a figure-eight pattern on a roughly flat surface—well, Faerûn doesn't have the Arabic numeral 8, so to be precise, it was a "δ" pattern.
Compared to "8", "δ" more accurately describes the flight trajectory of the two. Casalos, who had made a large circle, had returned to the intersection point, while Fiona had only turned less than 2/3 of the way.
"You possess greater speed and superior aerodynamics—that is, better energy conversion efficiency. This means that although your turning radius is larger, you can complete a full circle faster than the bone dragon. At this point, your dragon head, whether it's your breath, a prepared spell, or the wand hidden under the wing hook, will be aimed at the side and back of the turning bone dragon!"
Casalos turned into a straight line, passing over the flying Fiona, and unleashed a burst of flame that enveloped her—Tungsten Dragon is also a fire-attribute dragon, and is completely immune to breath that transforms into flames.
However, due to her flight attitude and path, she had no chance to retaliate against Casalos as he flew past her.
60. A Corner of the Plan
Next, Fiona, Agatha, and the other Athena dragons joined the demonstration, playing the role of dragon liches, with Casalos showcasing various basic combat scenarios ranging from 1v1 to 1vN.
Whether it's head-on combat, pursuit, high-altitude encounters, or rapid engagements after being spotted by the dragon lich while resting on the ground, Casalos maintains the average flight level of a metal dragon, and the actor portraying Casalos consistently adheres to the lightweight and high-speed flight characteristics of the dragon lich.
Without any fancy tactical maneuvers, dazzling magic, or spectacular fighting skills, Casalos easily achieved a complete victory in the demonstration using only the most basic maneuvers such as climbing, diving, and circling.
None of the dragons present were fools. Even the white dragons, despised as beasts by other subspecies, possessed intelligence several times greater than that of humans. As naturally flying species, all the dragons could easily see that these demonstrations were not staged—by simply putting themselves in the shoes of the athelian dragons playing the roles of dragon liches, they could easily discover that when facing Casaloz, they had no way to deal with it except to disengage before engaging in battle.
All Casalos did was, at a specific moment, choose a path that went against the habits and common sense of a dragon under normal circumstances.
For example, in the first demonstration, after gaining extremely high speed by diving down, it didn't turn to chase the dragon lich but instead turned in the opposite direction; another example is when Casalos switched to the dragon lich's position in the first demonstration. When forced to turn right, and the dragon lich used its high-speed left turn to take the lead in circling, Casalos didn't try to accelerate to compete with the dragon lich in circling speed. Instead, it climbed, decelerated, and flew backward. When the dragon lich used its high speed to complete a circle first, Casalos had just climbed to the highest point where it had the energy to right itself and start diving, its head facing the back of the dragon lich that was passing below...
The key to these counterintuitive things is the timing of so-called energy transformation!
Ultimately, flying is a communication with the air, not a dance on the ground. The ground has the real earth or other objects as support points for changing direction, but dancing in the air requires time to communicate with the air and reach a consensus for each movement. Crucially, speed and altitude significantly increase the time required to reach a consensus.
On the ground, the trajectory of motion can be a straight line, a curve, or a broken line. But in the air, the trajectory is reduced to only straight lines and curves, and the plane transforms into a three-dimensional space. Unless the airspeed is first reduced to zero, motion in the air cannot exhibit the broken lines seen in some fantasy works. However, once the speed drops below a certain threshold, one becomes nothing more than a target in the air!
Even if variables such as teleportation or elemental jump are added, the situation will not be any different—because displacement spells do not change the caster's original state of motion.
The concept that movement in aerial combat is continuous and unified should be clear to even the most dull-witted dragon once Casalos interprets it, thus achieving Casalos's goal.
The threat of the Dragon Frenzy has already arrived. How much time does it have left to explain and train the dragons, starting from the most basic theories and maneuvers, to the complete "energy air combat"?
Let the dragon discover the problem itself, then think about it, understand it, and put it into practice—that's enough.
The energy-based aerial warfare theory from my past life originated in the late Cold War, but large-scale aerial warfare utilizing related elements had already begun during World War II. Beyond humans, birds, which have soared through the skies for sixty million years, have long since ingrained it into their instincts.
The dragons of Faerûn, as highly intelligent beings who once created a civilized society, have been flying in the skies of Faerûn for tens of thousands of years in a daze. It's probably not too late for them to be awakened now.
Of course, similar to fixed-wing flight, the theory of energy flight, while sounding sophisticated, doesn't actually hold many secrets for flying species. The dragon liches aren't stupid either; after a few losses, a little research should be enough to figure it out—but the Dragon Cult isn't like the Great Yin Sister or an unbreakable alliance, and dragon liches aren't cheap propeller fighters that can be mass-produced.
With the metal dragon horde having the initial advantage, a complete victory in two or three battles would be enough to cripple the dragon liches of the Dragon Worship Cult.
Even if the Life Box is not destroyed and the Dragon Lich is not destroyed, by the time they reappear after the period of resurrection weakness, the overall situation will already be decided... At that time, whether the Metal Dragons are defeated or the Dragon Worship Cult is destroyed, their skeletons will have nothing to do with it.
Don't expect dragon liches to serve the Dragon Cult to the death. Dragon liches are either forcibly controlled by the Dragon Cult or have ulterior motives. If either the Dragon Cult or the metal dragonflight falls, or if both are severely weakened, they will immediately detach themselves and establish themselves as kings.
As for the colorful dragons who have now joined the Dragon Cult but have not yet transformed into dragon liches, Casaloz has naturally arranged their fates, so these metal dragons, who are destined to clash head-on with the main force of Samaster, don't need to worry about them.
Demonstrations and theoretical learning, basic adaptation training and paladin riding coordination, then having the already learned atheros and the illusions created by the illusionists act as sparring partners with the precious metal dragons for a few rounds, followed by basic formation training and dive bombing, in just two or three days at most, it would be enough to send these guys who occupy the top of the Faerûn ecosystem to the battlefield... right?
Time, oh time! To be honest, if there were enough time, Casalos wouldn't even need to conscript men from the Golden Dragon Court; he could handle the troubles of Samaster and the Dragon Cult himself. The Dragon Transformation Technique that Klaus brought from Arthas has already undergone theoretical verification and basic "human experimentation." It's currently being practiced and refined by several volunteer half-dragons. If it were to be widely promoted in a few more years, hundreds or even thousands of true dragons could emerge from Casalos's loyal lackeys!
Hmm, can a half-dragon with Iron Dragon bloodline become an Iron Dragon after transforming into a full dragon? This is still an unanswered question. The gray dwarf slaves who participated in the first phase of human experiments have not yet reached the final stage of dragon transformation.
Right now... over a hundred metal dragons are carrying their chosen Bahamut paladins through rigorous training. The simulated bone dragon puppets are shattered into pieces under the combined bombardment of dragon breath imbued with the Evil-Slaying Slash and spells. The air is filled with the pungent smell of ozone, sulfur, and acid, and the sky seems to be torn apart by the dragons.
The largest and most robust of the dragons, Tamarand, always shone brightly, like a flying golden magic ship. Its majesty always made the dragons that approached it involuntarily lower their heads.
Although the silver dragon Haivilan was much smaller than the ancient golden dragons, the scars that ruined her silver scales and the holy radiance that resembled the sun under the arcane perspective gave her a more intimidating and ruthless aura than the golden dragon crown prince.
"Left flank, tighten formation!" The bronze dragon Uriel commanded the dragon horde he led with a serious expression. His characteristic reserved nature became an advantage in formation tactics training.
"Ha, those skeletons looked like they were about to fall apart as they flew through the air," the brass dragon Salomes, who couldn't stop talking, roared as he swept past Agatha, who was playing the role of a dragon lich, from below her left abdomen, spewing flames as he went. "Watch me burn their whole family to ashes and send them flying through the air with one breath!"
"Salomez, you chatterbox!" The bronze dragon Chaturio dodged a beam spell with several graceful barrel rolls in mid-air. "Less talk, more action! Watch this—"
It lured the phantom that was chasing it into a dive and accelerated, then suddenly climbed up and spread its wings, abruptly decelerating, and turned its body around like a pendulum. The paladin, who was being tossed around and was probably already used to this guy's antics, instinctively raised his hand and threw a javelin forward, unleashing a Demon-Slaying Slash, which just happened to pierce into the acid spray spewed by the copper dragon, and together they bombarded the bone dragon phantom's back and hips, shattering it...
Perched atop the highest dragon pod in the imperial city, Casalos silently watched the dragons dance wildly, murmuring with satisfaction, "These guys are getting more and more coordinated..."
Just then, several black dots appeared on the distant horizon. As they drew closer, the distinctive metallic hull of the Deepwater Territory's magic ship gleamed. Clearly, the reinforcements Elminster had mentioned had finally arrived.
For some reason, they did not travel directly from the astral plane to Mara, but instead returned to the prime material plane east of the lunar maria, and then slowly made their way across the slate mountains by conventional navigation.
"Finally here." Casaroz narrowed his eyes, his tail gently brushing against Kara, who was nestled beside him. (The rest of the text appears to be gibberish and unrelated to the previous sentence.)
The pearly scales trembled slightly, and the dragon stretched elegantly. "The chosen ones of the Goddess of Magic, the Harpists' Alliance, and the priesthood of the Lord of Dawn, but..." She glanced at the approaching magic ship, her nostrils twitching, "Where's Shaving Tooth? Why isn't it here?"
Casalos smiled. "Who said he didn't come?"
"What do you mean?" Fiona looked up at Casalos in confusion.
"It's nothing," Tie Long shook his head mysteriously. "It just got stuck halfway and disembarked early."
Kara covered her mouth and chuckled, "That's such a flimsy excuse! Your brain is harder to fathom than a brass dragon's. Who knows what secret mission Tia is up to this time?"
Casalos didn't reply, but instead gave a meaningful look to the southwest.
In that direction, the mountains of Bloodstone Path were shrouded in morning mist, dark clouds hung low over the Lead Mountains, and the air, like that of Heliogabarus, was filled with the stench of sulfur and decay.
A massive blue dragon swept across the low sky, arcs of light leaping between its deep blue scales, turning the mist into thunderclouds.
Even the most familiar humans or dragons would probably find it hard to recognize that this is the famous Deepwater Fang Dragon Archmage—the Fang Dragon's iconic spikes have been completely altered by Polymorph, replaced by the slightly messy scales of a blue dragon, a flat, thick tail, a huge rhinoceros-like horn, protruding underbite teeth like those of a digging excavator, and small, seemingly underdeveloped dragon wings that appear somewhat stunted compared to its robust body.
"Lord Salvitos!"
Under the cover of the morning mist, a green dragon approached the blue dragon. It respectfully lowered its head, but could not hide the dense patterns on its green scales.
Ishnarle, the ancient green dragon with scabbard skin, a pawn controlled by Casaloz-Klaus through a devil's contract. "You've come at just the right time; the Cult of Dragons needs a powerful figure like you."
Shaving Tooth—now "Salvitos" arrogantly surveyed the camp ahead. Dozens of dragons of various colors were scattered throughout the valley: red dragons were robust and ferocious, blue dragons were sturdy and somber, green dragons were towering and cunning, black dragons were thin and gloomy, white dragons were short but strong, and there were even a few rare brown and yellow salt dragons. This colorful dragon legion was weaker than the conscripts Casaloz had brought from the Golden Dragon Court in both quality and quantity, but on the entire continent, it was still a calamity-level force—even the dragon army of Deepwater Territory, excluding Casaloz, Shaving Tooth, and the Thinker, was far inferior in comparison, without considering actual combat.
61. Seizing the Commander
After the battle of the Holy Land, the Athena dragon clan had very few old dragons left. Most of the Athena dragons willing to follow Casaloz were abandoned young dragons, and the oldest of the Song dragons was only an ancient dragon. How could they compare to the colorful dragons, who were full of talent?
Look at that, the Dragon Worship Cult casually assembled a dragon army of dozens of colorful dragons, and the metal dragon didn't even notice anything amiss...
"Lead the way." Shaving's voice was deep and deliberately perfect, just like every "self-disciplined" old blue dragon.
Led by Ishnarl, they passed through the camp, where countless colorful dragons, large and small, immediately cast their scrutiny. An ancient blue dragon was a significant asset for any faction, especially at this sensitive time.
Inside the makeshift tent in the center of the camp, several figures dressed in purple robes were conversing. The one leading them, Saris, was a thin old man with pale skin, sunken eyes, and prominent cheekbones, all of which betrayed his identity as a lich.
"Ah, Your Excellency Salvitos!"
Upon seeing the blue dragon, the purple-robed lich immediately approached, his gaunt face plastered with a sarcastic yet obsequious smile. "I am Saris, the Dragon Worship Cult's representative here. Your arrival is perfectly timed!"
Razortooth raised its head high, looking down its nose at the lich: "I've heard you need to be guided by a powerful dragon?"
"Yes, yes!" Saris nodded repeatedly, his eerie green eyes flickering. "We are about to undertake a great operation. With an ancient blue dragon like you joining us, our chances of success have increased even further."
"What operation?" Shaving asked casually.
Sarris lowered his voice, as if revealing a colossal secret: "Attack the Yellow Rose Monastery, utterly destroy it, and take away the monks and their centuries-old wealth..."
Sarris didn't finish his sentence, but any dragon could understand the lich's meaning. Toothpicker sneered inwardly; Casaloz's dubious intelligence was indeed incredibly accurate. The Dragon Cult's target was indeed that ancient monastery—those ascetics had somehow acquired some magical knowledge that Samaster feared.
A deafening roar tore through the morning mist.
"Another pretentious guy?"
A massive female red dragon flew in from afar, its scarlet scales glowing like burning flames. She was even larger than a typical ancient red dragon, her eyes filled with madness and chaos, and a faint crimson mist swirled from the gaps in her scales.
This is Marazan, a red dragon that hasn't been in its old age for very long, yet it is the most powerful and most insane being in this legion. Ish'nar's mortal enemy—the fully-carved and advanced ancient green dragon—actually felt that it couldn't defeat this old red dragon.
Casalos didn't know what was so special about it, so he could only let Toothpick handle this uncertainty. When Toothpick faced it directly, he confirmed that Marazan was a deeply advanced Bloodscale Frenzy red dragon.
Even so, Shaving Tooth calmly turned around, his dragon eyes, already beginning to melt into a pale yellow ball of light by dragon magic, staring directly at the red dragon: "I am Salvitos, Lord of Thunder of Santia. And who are you, a red dragon whose eyes have not yet melted?"
"Me?" Marazan roared with mocking laughter, his voice like thunder. "I am Marazan, the sole leader of this legion! What, this blue gecko who only knows how to hide in the sand dares to provoke a red dragon!"
She swooped down, her massive body crashing into the ground, creating a deep crater and sending debris flying: "Since you call yourself the Lord of Thunder, then let me see just how powerful your lightning really is!"
Saris hurriedly tried to dissuade them, saying, "Lord Marazan, Lord Salvitos, please calm down! You will both become our greatest dragon lords in the future..."