Chapter 14 Stick Education Is King

More than half of the golden-red sun sank below the sea level, and the afterglow of the setting sun filled the sea and dyed most of the sky red. On the platform of the crystal castle, the cloud giants in gorgeous armor are still doing their best to guard the gate.

Suddenly, on one of the platforms, a fifteen-meter-high cloud giant looked up at the sky, with a look of joy on his face. In the direction he was looking at, a huge human creature was waving its wings towards the location of the castle. Fall slowly.

Morea flapped his wings and fell down unhurriedly. After a while, he was down to earth. There is no way, the flying dragon is leading the shuttle-shaped fast-falling show operation, he is not afraid to play now, his life is at stake.

"Master Morea." The cloud giant commander greeted him, with a look of joy on his face: "You learned to fly so quickly, it seems that the guy Bart is still very conscientious."

"Haha." Morea smiled with a pale face. Although he learned to fly, he had no gratitude for the flying dragon commander, and even a little bit of hatred.

Without him, the way that damn golden-skinned dragon beast taught was too simple and rude. Throwing him directly from the height of tens of thousands of meters, for the first time, Morea did not make good use of his wings to fly, and then fell freely.

After he fell several thousand meters, the golden-skinned flying dragon took its clan to catch Morea, carried him to a height of 10,000 meters, and then dropped it again...

Catch, pick up, drop. This is how the flying dragon commander taught Morea to fly, without any words or experience, but let him learn to use his wings and tail to fly in countless free falls, and find the most suitable one for him. flight method.

Indeed, this method allowed him to learn to fly in the shortest possible time, but it was too direct. But Morea couldn't do anything about that flying dragon no matter how upset it was, because it was his mother's family, and it was different from the giants who really respected him.

"About, why are you still here?" Morea looked at the cloud giant commander with some strangeness. There are as many as 1,800 cloud giants guarding the castle, and they are led by eighteen cloud giants with a height of 15 meters. , they all guard the castle in rotation.

"His Royal Highness Moreya, it will be a while before the time of rotation." Abbott smiled somewhat honestly.

"Really?" Master Morea looked suspiciously at the sun that was about to sink into the sea.

"About, you don't take the time to change the guard with me, just to wait for His Highness Moreya?" At this moment, a loud voice rang behind Moreya.

Morea turned back and saw a cloud giant commander with a mace as tall as 15 meters, bringing a hundred cloud giants to the castle platform.

This is a cloud giant commander who is also extremely strong among giants. At this time, the commander looked at Abbott with a bad face, but when he turned his eyes to look at Morea, his eyes changed again. Extremely revered.

He knelt down on one knee with the giant behind him with a frenzy: "His Royal Highness Morea."

Morea's face twitched and he waved his hand: "Get up, Commander Bolton."

The burly Commander Bolton stood up angrily, his eyes wide open, glaring at the embarrassed Abbott.

"Okay, Commander Abbott, take your people down to rest!" Looking at this scene, Morea quickly found the steps for Abbott to go down, and couldn't watch the two commanders fight in front of him. Bar.

"As ordered, Your Highness." Abbott felt amnesty, and hurriedly walked down the other side of the castle platform with his subordinates, as if fleeing, because he himself felt that what he did was unkind.

"Humph." Looking at Abbott's back in a hurry, Commander Bolton snorted coldly, turned his head to face Morea, and said, "His Royal Highness, Abbott is so abominable that he actually prevented me from seeing you. Sooner or later I will find him to settle the account.

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"It's not necessary, Commander Bolton, if you want to see me, just say a word to the maid of the castle."

"Hey!" The bearded giant commander immediately smiled when he heard the words. As if offering a treasure, he took out a silver-blue irregular metal block from his arms and handed it to Moreya.

Morea raised her eyebrows, reached out to catch the silver-blue metal, sank her hand, weighed the weight, and showed a look that was as expected: "fine gold."

This is a kind of magic metal that is known throughout Erathia for its hard texture and extremely high energy conductivity.

There is an introduction to this aspect in the inheritance of the dragon race. Fine gold, mithril, and oregano are all three materials that can be used to forge legendary weapons, but this is not the reason why they are famous. What makes them famous is that it is They are very high yielding relative to other rare and difficult to obtain Legendary metals.

In Erathia, only these three metals are likely to be obtained by creatures below the legendary level, and the other legendary metals should not be considered until they reach the legendary level.

"Bolton, you are lucky, you actually got such a large piece of fine gold." Morea played with the piece of legendary metal and handed it back to the giant commander.

The burly giant commander quickly waved his hand: "His Royal Highness Morea, I gave this to you, how can I take it back?"

"Dedicated to me?" Morea was stunned. The high yield of adamantine is relative to other legendary metals. Generally speaking, adamantine is still very rare. Even if a legend gets a metal that is not too much, it is something that many creatures desire and cannot ask for.

"I don't need it now. You should keep it. It can greatly improve the quality of your mace." Morea did not hesitate and chose to return the fine gold.

"His Royal Highness Moreya, you can use this metal to make your own exclusive weapon." The cloud giant commander no longer gave Moreya a chance to speak, and ran away quickly, shouting back while running: "There is only this metal To be worthy of you. And the quality of the mace is enough for me to use now, and there is no need to improve it."

"Enough to use?" Morea smiled and looked at the fine gold nugget in his hand, "I'm afraid no one in this world will dislike the quality of their weapons getting better!"

"Titan bloodline, what does it mean?" Morea held the fine gold, did not chase after and returned the fine gold, walked down the stairs and returned to the castle.

Returning to the room, Morea glanced at the big-headed hatchling in the room holding the jerky and gnawing at it desperately.

The hatchling, who had been electrocuted to half-dead by Morea before he left the room, looked alive at the moment, and didn't look like he was going to burp in minutes.

Most of the dragonfly named Auston was originally scorched black by the thunder, but now, it is covered with sloughed black scales and dead skin, and there are only a few scorch marks left on its body.

When the young dragon Auston found Moreya walking into the room, his body trembled very obviously, he shrank to the side with the piece of meat, trying to distance himself from Moreya as much as possible, but it quickly gave up This weak behavior, because Morea had walked over to it and stared at it.

Seeing the behavior of the young dragon Auston, Morea nodded with satisfaction. This reminded him of a saying in his previous life that has been passed down for thousands of years: A dutiful son emerges from a stick. Although there are problems with the stick education pursued in this sentence, for Morea, who is raising evil dragons now, stick education is the most suitable kingly way for him.

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

Then the fibrous scarlet muscles were exposed, and then at a speed visible to the naked eye, a layer of skin quickly grew out, covering the muscles exposed in the air, and finally more than a dozen pale red dragon scales grew from the cortex. Over time, its color deepened until it became bright red.

"It's a terrifying growth rate." Morea was amazed by the change in this short period of time, but then he thought deeply, "Speaking of which, the golden dragon bloodline on me is higher in level than this red dragon. , so, I should have a more terrifying growth recovery rate than Auston."

Morea raised Bai Nen's palm and looked at it. After thinking for a second, she gave up the idea of ​​using self-mutilation to test her ability to recover: "I don't have a tendency to abuse myself. Let's wait until I get hurt."

"Roar!" Just when Morea was thinking about her ability to recover, a loud and comfortable dragon roar sounded in the castle, causing Auston to drop him directly to look at the jerky, lying on the ground shivering , and the other five young dragons also huddled together, shivering in the corner of the room's wall.

"What special day is today?" Morea looked up at the ceiling, "Jin Longniang also woke up."

"Yo, that's right, my son actually hatched all the red dragon eggs." A girl's voice with a tone of praise came from behind Morea.

Moreya turned around immediately after hearing the words, and saw a door opened in the air in his room, a space door that could see a golden mountain, and the golden dragon girl Art, who had turned into a suffocating blonde girl. Liz is stepping through this space door.

"Lord Atris." "Lord Atris."  …

Sophia, who was taking care of the young dragons with a group of dragonborn maids in the room, took the lead in greeting the owner of the castle when Atris appeared.

"It's Sophia." Jinlongniang Atris nodded, "You've worked hard to take care of Morea these past few years."

"It's my honor to take care of Master Morea, Lord Atris." Sophia replied very respectfully.

"Little Morea. You have grown up again." Jin Longniang looked at the eight-meter-tall Morea, "but compared to your father, you are still a little bit."

"My father." Morea's expression became very subtle. He had never seen that majestic, imposing black-haired, golden-eyed "man" once when he was born, but he has never seen it twice until now.

"Cough." Jin Longniang also remembered that Morea had only seen Ans Orr once, and coughed dryly: "Your father is very busy now, so he doesn't have much time to see you."