A Dragon against the Whole World

"Oh dear, are you overthinking this?"

Opposite the Silver Dragon is a ’young girl’ with honey-colored skin and a sweet appearance, more accurately, it is Deborah’s mother, the humanoid form of the Red Copper Dragon Selena.

She doesn’t see any problem with her daughter lingering in the Border Area.

Selena believes that as they age, offspring will have some of their own secrets, and not wanting to share with parents is normal.

"Deborah has always been a well-behaved and obedient child. This is the first time she’s deceived me." The Silver Dragon’s humanoid form is handsome and flawless, but the dissatisfaction in his gaze is almost tangible.

Selena shook her head slightly and said, "She’s almost a young dragon now, having her own thoughts is normal."

After pausing, she continued, "We should give her enough space rather than strict control and constraints."

The Silver Dragon furrowed his brow.

He said seriously, "Proper constraints are very necessary; this world is not safe."

The Red Copper Dragon chuckled, "Oh my dear Silver Scale, have you forgotten about when you sneaked to the Human World during your youth, using Transformation Technique to become an adventurer, and deceived your father’s surveillance with illusions?"

Adri’s expression froze, then he said, "That’s different; the Border Area is full of chaotic and evil lunatics, and I was already a young dragon at the time; Deborah is still a teenager!"

Red Copper Dragon Selena didn’t mind.

She said cheerfully, "Come now, don’t be so serious. Deborah’s magic scales haven’t triggered, which means she hasn’t encountered danger. Since that’s the case, let her have fun."

"Having things she wants to do, having opinions, having her own ideas, that precisely proves she’s growing."

The Silver Dragon listened to his mate’s words.

After a few seconds of silence, he slowly said, "You’re right; I care too much, overthink it."

"Deborah having her own ideas is a good thing."

Having said this, the Silver Dragon squinted his eyes slightly, his expression became stern, and he pivoted the conversation, "But I still need to personally see what she’s doing, to ensure her safety, to ensure she hasn’t been tempted by evil creatures."

Upon hearing the Silver Dragon’s determined words, the Red Copper Dragon Selena blinked.

"My little Deborah, you’ll have to fend for yourself; mother can only help you this far." She thought to herself.

Frost Trace Adri’s character is quite strict and rigid, while the nature of the Red Copper Dragon is lively and easy-going. Selena clearly knows why her daughter is elusive because Deborah hasn’t hidden anything from her.

She knows Deborah has been ’hanging out’ with the Red Iron Dragon increasingly lately.

Clearly, the first time she was beaten to tears by the opponent, and now she’s hiding it from her old father and secretly mingling.

She’s well aware Deborah may have developed some unusual ideas towards him.

"Mixed-blood Red Iron Dragon... hope you’re not as stubborn and ignorant as other evil dragons, spouting nonsense, or you’ll suffer." Selena thought.

Evil dragons grow up in harsh environments, and their psychology is generally somewhat twisted. Even when facing a stronger Metal Dragon, they often speak arrogantly and rudely.

According to Selena’s understanding of her mate.

When confronting this type of evil dragon, the Silver Dragon would undoubtedly strike hard without mercy.

"However, from those puzzles Deborah shared with me, this Red Iron Dragon seems to be somewhat different; maybe it can make Adri view it differently."

Selena pondered silently.

"Selena, let’s go together."

The Silver Dragon said.

"Sure, sure."

The Red Copper Dragon nodded.

"Should we remind Deborah to prepare a bit?"

At this moment, Selena’s face showed a mischievous smile, "No, that would be too boring."

"Sneaking over might just catch little Deborah using Dragon Flame to roast a Rock Lizard as lunch for the Red Iron Dragon... I’m very curious about Deborah’s reaction when getting caught red-handed."

She is a typical Red Copper Dragon who enjoys riddles, practical jokes, and fun.

Even with her biological offspring..... no, or rather, precisely because they are biological.

Tricking them brings her even more joy and happiness.

"Selena, why are you smiling?"

The Silver Dragon retreated two steps, said cautiously, "You always have that smile when planning ’mischief’; what prank are you scheming?"

The Red Copper Dragon shook her head.

She said solemnly, "No, no, just thinking we haven’t seen Deborah in a while, and the thought of our upcoming reunion made me smile."

Hopefully, that’s the case.

The Silver Dragon rubbed his forehead and sighed unexpectedly.

The Red Copper Dragon mate, and the offspring with Red Copper Dragon bloodline... both are too troublesome for a dragon to manage.

"Let’s set off now."

The Silver Dragon rose abruptly.

"What’s the hurry? We haven’t gone out together for a while; we could stroll and enjoy the scenery along the Border Area on the way." The Red Copper Dragon said leisurely.

Soon after, the two of them left the Red Maple Valley together.

Due to the Red Copper Dragon’s uncontrollable urge to wander, they slowly headed towards Deborah’s location.

Meanwhile.

The dawn pierced the leaden clouds, and the flags of the Molten Iron Tribe had been planted across the Black Iron Plain.

After finishing his daily training, Galos was patrolling his new territory; his gaze fell on the Alchemy Workshops bellowing black smoke and heat waves, then after a brief hover, descended before the roaring Golem Workshop.

This was once the lifeline of the Golden Tooth Tribe and is now a crucial asset of the Molten Iron Tribe.

The conveyor belt, like a river of steel, carried unfinished Golem frames flowing, the air was filled with the pungent smell of high-temperature metal, coolant, and black oil mixing. Alchemists, along with trained Jackal-Wolf Folk and Kobolds, are shining and heating here.

Kobold fingers are nimble and fine, with flexible wrists, skillful at assembling tiny parts.

Jackal-Wolf Folk are natural dissectors, precise with their sharp claws, adept at inscribing basic Alchemy Runes.

Energy infusion and awakening, such core tasks are completed by the alchemists.

........ Every procedure on the assembly line is as precise as clockwork, whenever an alchemist’s magic is exhausted, whenever a Jackal-Wolf Folk or Kobold collapses from exhaustion, replacements promptly come forward, barely pausing for a moment.

"Prospering and thriving, what a beautiful sight."

The Red Iron Dragon nodded in satisfaction.

The territory of the Molten Iron Tribe is gradually expanding southward across the Border Area. The vast territory requires numerous guards, as the goblins’ accumulated golems were nearly destroyed, relying only on the Molten Iron Warriors, insufficient to guard the territory; hence the need to manufacture Alchemy Golems.

After the Alchemy Corps was destroyed and routed, the remnants of the Alchemy Golems were not discarded.

They have now been collected, completely unusable ones are smelted into base materials, useable parts are removed and repaired, then kept for assembly.

In this manner.

Though it still requires some time, it’s much faster than creating a golem from scratch.

With a sufficient number of golems, guarding the Molten Iron Territory won’t be too strenuous.

Most importantly, it’s necessary to prepare for unexpected needs.

After the Molten Iron Tribe annexed the Golden Tooth Tribe, it has become the largest force in the Border Area.

The vigilance and caution of humans, Snakefolk, and Beastmen have turned into tangible actions.

Patrolling soldiers of the Molten Iron Tribe have frequently intercepted scouts from the tribes Dawn, Poison Tail, IronBlood; their trails are like a web densely covering the border.

Conquering the Golden Tooth Tribe was merely the prelude to the storm.

The balance that this land has maintained for hundreds of years is now gradually collapsing due to the rise of the Molten Iron Tribe.

The taste of gunpowder in the air has never truly dissipated, the other tribes are convinced that the iron hooves of the Molten Iron Tribe will not stop in the south.

"Strike first? It’s not suitable for the current situation."

"Digesting and consolidating the fruits of victory is most important. With each passing day, the Molten Iron Tribe grows stronger; now it’s the other tribes feeling urgency."

"Being prepared and waiting for developments is enough."

Galos estimates that the three major tribes will certainly not sit by idly.

He can imagine the expressions of those tribal leaders at this moment.

The scales of the Snake-man Mage are turning pale from anxiety; the Beastmen Warriors keep polishing their sharp spears and swords; the Human Shaman frequently conduct auspicious and ominous divinations.

However, no tribe that can emerge from a place like the Border Area is of a benign nature.

They surely have already planned how to deal with the Molten Iron Tribe.