Chapter 763 - 434: Iron Dragon Envoy, Blood Relatives Reunited, Mysterious Legendary

Chapter 763: Chapter 434: Iron Dragon Envoy, Blood Relatives Reunited, Mysterious Legendary

Beneath the vast sky of the Fertile Plain, dragons of various shapes and sizes stretch their wings, soaring freely.

Having reached adulthood, Iron Dragon Letitia is also among the Dragon Group.

She flapped her metallic iron-gray dragon wings, gliding in the lower sky, casting her eyes down to observe the orderly and bustling construction scene on the ground.

Finally, her gaze shifted to the Red Iron Dragon who was conversing quietly with Solrog.

Even as his biological mother, she couldn’t help but feel a profound and indescribable sense of awe at his powerful and robust form.

Who would have thought that such a mighty being could be an adult dragon, yet to experience the Sleep Stage?

Altogether, Galos is not yet one hundred and ten years old.

In the long lifespan of the Dragon Race, he’s considered extremely young.

Yet, at such a young age, he has already approached the threshold of establishing his own kingdom, about to achieve this great feat.

Now, the entire Sel Wilderness is enveloped under the majesty and power of this Red Iron Dragon.

Her position within the wilderness became somewhat delicate.

Not completely under the direct jurisdiction of the Molten Iron Tribe, yet no one ever dared to disturb her peace. The tribe even preserved a significant area around her pit lair as her land.

Letitia knew very well this was a special privilege granted by the Red Iron Dragon to her as his mother.

Evidently, Galos’ attitude towards his parents differs significantly from those indifferent Evil Dragons, who disregard kinship.

Though not as inseparable as the Metal Dragons, he would afford some care and respect, not entirely ignoring or treating them as enemies.

"Gorsas... If only his nature were more normal, less obsessive and manic, perhaps he wouldn’t have perished so early..."

She mused silently, letting out a soundless sigh.

After a few seconds of contemplation, Letitia calmed her wandering thoughts, folded her wings, adjusted her course, and descended towards the peak where the Red Iron Dragon was located.

Here the terrain was rugged and narrow, a bit cramped for a dragon’s form.

She employed the Transformation Technique, a shimmer enveloped her body as her massive dragon form swiftly compressed and transformed, ultimately turning into a tall, cool-faced human female figure, while retaining her dual horns on her forehead and a nimble dragon tail behind her, symbols of her Dragon Race identity.

Finally, she landed directly in front of Galos’ massive dragon head.

"Good afternoon, Mother."

The enormous dragon dipped his heavy head slightly, gazing at the small figure below, greeting her simply.

Solrog glanced at this with a mild reaction.

Letitia looked up and said: "Galos, my most proud child."

"You are about to become the only king of this wilderness, your kingdom will rule over this vast land, making me immensely proud and honored."

She paused, her tone growing more earnest, continuing: "You’ve always reserved independent territory for me, I know this is a special privilege out of our blood relationship."

"However, now that you’re about to be crowned as king and establish an orderly realm."

"I can no longer so complacently enjoy this extraordinary favor, the kingdom’s map may also need to fill this final piece of the puzzle."

Galos’ expression unchanged on his fine-scaled dragon face, though his gaze was like a torch.

"What do you mean to express? Mother, please present your thoughts directly."

Under his scrutiny, Letitia subconsciously took a deep breath, resolved, and then asked: "In the kingdom you are about to establish, is there a place where I can belong?"

"I am willing to relinquish my independent status and formally become part of it."

"I wish to serve this realm as a Lord or any position you deem fit."

Upon hearing this, the Red Iron Dragon’s huge head swayed slightly up and down, making a gesture of affirmation.

"You proposed this idea later than I anticipated."

He said.

Letitia tucked the windblown hair around her ears, candidly replied: "Before now... I held onto a bit of hope that relying on my own power, perhaps I could accomplish something of my own."

"But the reality is harsh, the development of my territory... too slow, too slow."

"Rather than struggling alone, it’s better to join you all in building a grander and more formidable realm together."

Solrog, who had been silent for a while, grinned widely, showing his smile.

"Welcome to join us." He proudly announced, his voice resounding: "Regarding our kingdom, there’s much you need to know, when there’s free time, I’d be happy to introduce you."

The Iron Dragon’s dream has always been to build a powerful, orderly realm led by the Dragon Race.

Anyone, any new dragon willing to join the kingdom, is a cause for joy and celebration in his eyes, regardless of the individual’s identity, whether blood-related or not.

After a simple exchange, Letitia once again employed the Transformation Technique, returning to her dragon form.

She spread her wings and returned to the sky, gazing at the grand capital city rising below.

Solrog stretched his dragon body, preparing to resume overseeing the progress of various projects.

However, before leaving, there remained one matter he needed to address.