A loud tearing sound!

Galos suddenly wielded his dragon wings, resembling giant guillotine blades.

Accompanied by the ear-piercing sound of metal twisting and breaking, several iron cages imprisoning young dragons and juvenile dragons shattered, but those special chains piercing through dragon bodies, inscribed with Alchemy Runes, clearly could not be handled in such a rough manner.

"Samantha! Solrog!"

The deep roar of the Red Iron Dragon echoed across the battlefield.

His entire body of Cold Burst Scales was extensively cracked, the surging heat within him distorted the surrounding air, and two juvenile dragons, pursuing the remaining dwarf soldiers, immediately changed direction upon hearing the call, rapidly flying over with a flap of their dragon wings.

"Unlock the chains, take them to the sky."

Galos said.

Samantha immediately understood, deftly manipulating the chains enhanced by Alchemy, extracting them from the bodies of the young dragons. With each segment pulled out, a muffled grunt of pain could be heard from the young dragons.

After unlocking them,

She grabbed the Black Young Dragon and Green Young Dragon with her robust dragon claws, her powerful dragon wings flapping suddenly, unleashing a gust of wind that rushed skyward.

Iron Dragon Solrog, on the other hand, gently lifted the juvenile Blue Dragon, following them into the sky.

The dragons quickly converged high in the sky, and the burning mining stronghold on the ground became insignificant.

Soon, the dragons were already high in the sky.

"These despicable dwarf bastards, one day I will come back personally and let them taste the vengeance of the Dragon Race."

The Black Dragon said through gritted teeth in a hoarse voice.

Samantha snorted disdainfully, letting out a cold laugh: "Haha, little guy, I fear you won’t have the chance, at least not to those dwarves here."

"Why—"

The Green Dragon began to question, suddenly sensing a terrifying heatwave emanating from below, cutting off its words abruptly.

All the young dragons instinctively tensed their tails, struggling to maintain a calm expression as they looked down towards the direction of the mining stronghold in alarm.

Mid-air.

The Red Iron Dragon swung its enormous wings, its mighty and robust body suspended in the air. After the previous assault and stimulation from the golden lightning, its Cold Burst Scales were almost completely shattered, revealing the black-red Scale Armor underneath, which bore Battle Scar Patterns.

Hissing!

High temperature and heat waves erupted with the Red Iron Dragon at the center, its scales turning red-hot like branding irons, distorting the surrounding air violently.

Hoo!

It took a deep breath, a blazing fireball as dazzling as the sun held in its mouth, and then, with a thunderous dragon roar, spewed it out furiously.

Energy enhancement—Destructive Dragon Breath!

Boom—!

The blinding and brilliant blaze hit the ground like a divine spirit had cast down heavenly fire as punishment, with rolling flames spreading outwards and transforming the mining stronghold into a sea of fire. The fleeing dwarves were reduced to charcoal in the blaze, and the sturdy buildings collapsed and melted in the high temperatures.

The earth shook, the sky crumbled.

Even from high in the air, the young dragons could clearly feel the deathly heat wave blast.

They were stupefied for a few seconds, and when they came to their senses, the ferocious body of the Red Iron Dragon was already before them. The heat from its body had yet to dissipate, with streams of Battle Scar Patterns glowing like flowing lava, exuding an unparalleled aura of oppression, and the scorching breath hit them directly.

"Go."

The Red Iron Dragon ordered succinctly.

Soon after, the Ignatius Brothers streaked across the sky, their figures swiftly disappearing, leaving behind only the burning blaze, a mining stronghold turned to ruin and charred earth.

On the return trip to the Border Area.

Galos remained vigilant without relaxing his guard.

During the first raid on Raymond Duchy’s mines, an advanced golem had soon come to chase them, so this time, with a bigger commotion, they couldn’t afford to lower their guard.

The army of Black Rock Duchy in Sel Wilderness did not make Galos fearful.

But the stationed forces of the Federation required extra caution.

However, until his wings glided over the wilderness sky, crossing the Estonian River, and reaching the Border Area, there were no traces of any golem or powerful pursuers found.

"Has the Federation’s internal support response become sluggish?"

The Red Iron Dragon circled over the Border Area, pondering as he looked back towards the wilderness.

Since the fall of the Saint King, the countries maintained a surface peace, but underneath, they harbored their own agendas, with undercurrents surging, silently accumulating power, waiting for the right moment to erupt. At such a time, even if the Black Rock Duchy’s stationed forces were to immediately seek aid, it would be difficult to obtain a quick and effective response.

In fact, it’s not just Black Rock Duchy.

The stationed forces of various countries in Sel Wilderness, those of powerful kingdoms are better off, but the stationed forces of the weaker duchies have recently been set aflame everywhere, with the frequency of attacks by powerful beasts and Demon Lords gradually increasing.

Never underestimate the intelligence of the wilderness monsters.

Some monsters unaware of the situation in the south still sensed something abnormal and thus no longer remained dormant, cautiously extending their claws to test the Federation’s stationed forces’ reaction. The delay of the Federation’s response only made the monsters’ ferocity grow, allowing them to further encroach.

If this trend continues,

it won’t be long before the wilderness creatures, suppressed for hundreds of years, fully reveal their fangs and seize territory and resources from the Federation.

The sound of membrane wings slicing through the air gradually diminished.

Sensing that the great dragons relaxed after entering the Border Area, the Green Young Dragon rolled its eyes and cautiously spoke, tentatively asking, "Mighty brethren, thank you for saving our lives."

Up to now,

the young dragons were still unsure of Galos and the others’ true purpose, not knowing whether they were truly rescued, or if they had just escaped the dwarves’ captivity, only to fall into a more dangerous situation.

"Although our power is meager, we will find a way to repay you. Whatever is within our capacity, please feel free to command us."

The Green Dragon spoke with humility and sincerity, silently invoking its innate negotiation Magic-like Skills.

Unfortunately, the disparity between the two sides was too great, and its negotiation influence was completely nullified.

"We want your lives." Samantha suddenly bared her sharp white fangs, saying in a teasing manner.

The little dragons immediately stiffened, their scales standing on end.

Iron Dragon Solrog timely added: "To be precise, we want you to keep your lives, to pledge allegiance to us."

Samantha, high-minded, continued: "Listen, you greenhorn little pups, now your lives belong to us, do you have a problem with that?"

She might not have grasped the ecology niche theory, nor consciously avoided the awareness of higher niches, but she was very adept at looking down upon and oppressing other dragons, learning it naturally without a teacher.

White Dragon Trish’s ’great enlightenment’ owed much to Samantha’s ’guidance.’

"A reasonable demand."

The Green Dragon forced a smile, while the Black Dragon remained silent.

Simultaneously, the long-silent juvenile Blue Dragon suddenly asked: "Did you encounter Kahill?"

Their goal was clear: to destroy and attack the dwarven stronghold, and simultaneously, almost straightaway to come and rescue them, then decisively disengage and distance themselves from the wilderness.

Calmly reflecting, it’s not hard to deduce that their true target was not the dwarves but the dragons captured by them.

They had been captured only for a short time.

Such quick support and rescue could either be due to their immense luck, encountering certain unpredictable circumstances, or it was related to the escaped Red Dragon Kahill.

The Iron Dragon’s eyes flickered, and he looked down at the juvenile Blue Dragon he was holding.

"Name?"

"Heryam."

The juvenile Blue Dragon replied quietly.

Solrog only asked for his name and then said no more. He didn’t explain whether it was because of Red Dragon Kahill, and Heryam did not pursue it further, remaining silent.

But the Black Dragon clearly lacked such patience: "Where are you taking us?"

Talking simultaneously, she struggled restlessly within Samantha’s grasp.

"Shut up, you little black brat!" Samantha impatiently tightened her grip, nearly squeezing the Black Dragon to the point of blacking out.

She didn’t bother explaining much. Anyway, they would naturally understand once they reached Dragon Valley. They could figure it out after bringing them there.

The other Green Dragon being carried also wanted to question, but after seeing its companion’s miserable state, wisely shut its mouth.

The distant horizon rose with a bright sun, gradually illuminating the gray-blue sky. In the lingering afterglow of the night, several dragons flew deeper into the Border Area.