novelraw Chapter 221: World-Shaking Wisdom
Chapter 221: World-Shaking Wisdom
Convergence Lands, Dragon Valley.
The midday sunlight was brilliant yet not blinding as the brass-silver dragon Deborah and Garoth continued their riddle game. As time gradually passed, the sun sank and disappeared beyond the horizon, with twilight growing deeper.
"Let's stop here for today."
Having relaxed all afternoon without any training, the red iron dragon felt uncomfortable all over, as if he had neglected something important.
"Pleasant times always feel brief—this afternoon passed too quickly."
The brass-silver dragon seemed somewhat reluctant to stop, blinking her eyes as she asked the red iron dragon opposite her: "Garoth, will you continue playing riddle games with me?"
Garoth nodded: "This is also a form of relaxation for me, but only after finishing important matters."
At that moment, accompanied by a trail of dazzling light, the faerie dragon Vira flew over from nearby.
"Count me in too, let's all three play together."
She had been eavesdropping on the riddles between Garoth and Deborah, feeling she could also play such games.Anything related to games and fun always interested the faerie dragon.
Especially recently.
Lately, Garoth often played riddle games with the brass-silver dragon, while she could only hide nearby, watching and listening enviously in secret, unable to participate.
Now, the faerie dragon couldn't resist jumping out directly.
"You know riddles?"
Garoth asked curiously.
The faerie dragon's games tended more toward absurd pranks—riddle games requiring brains? Garoth doubted she had that level of skill.
"Hmph, don't underestimate me."
The faerie dragon's petite body hovered before Garoth as she lifted her chin proudly: "Back in the Feywild, the unicorn elder praised me, saying I possess extraordinary world-shaking wisdom."
"Those little flower sprites and pique spirits all followed my commands too, revolving around me. When I told them to sing, they absolutely didn't dare dance."
That impressive?
The red iron dragon clicked his tongue.
He really couldn't see it—that little thing, faerie dragon Vira, was actually a Feywild bully with world-shaking wisdom.
"Wow."
The brass-silver dragon exclaimed in amazement: "Then you must be really good at riddles too."
"Yes, Vira has been watching you play riddle games often and is now a riddle expert." The faerie dragon's tail swished lightly from side to side as she spoke without any modesty.
The brass-silver dragon's eyes sparkled: "That's wonderful, let's play riddles together."
As fellow chaotic good aligned dragons, she got along quite well with the faerie dragon. With evil dragons like red dragons, iron dragons, and chromatic dragons, the brass-silver dragon basically didn't communicate with them—Garoth being the exception.
"Okay, I'll go first."
"Ahem!"
Faerie dragon Vira puffed out her small chest, wings vibrating rapidly as she hovered mid-air. She tried hard to imitate Deborah's melodious tone when telling riddles, even the finest hairs at the tip of her tail twitching upward.
"Listen carefully!"
"It's blue, really really big, can't touch it, covers your head during daytime, when night turns dark, it... it..."
She stalled, scratching her chin with a small claw before continuing: "Um... it sneaks away! Then lots of shiny little eyes appear above! Also, soft fluffy things like cotton candy float above it, take a bite..."
The faerie dragon struggled to think, trying to add some depth to her riddle.
"Take a bite... hmm... no taste at all! Not sweet at all! It's fake cotton candy!"
Deborah's beautiful silver eyes blinked repeatedly as she tilted her massive dragon head, looking at Garoth, then at Vira's earnest face waiting for praise, emitting a confused gurgle from her throat.
Garoth only felt the muscles near his cheeks tightening.
He barely managed to stop his imposing red iron dragon face from collapsing on the spot, rubbing his brow ridge with a claw.
Looking at Vira's confident little face, the phrase "world-shaking wisdom" buzzed in his mind.
The red iron dragon and brass-silver dragon exchanged glances, looking at each other perplexedly.
Seeing no reaction from the two, the faerie dragon's tail assumed her riddle was too difficult.
"Guess, guess! It's the most important thing! Without it, we'd all suffocate!"
She felt this hint was absolutely brilliant, shaking her head proudly: "And it's really really really big! Bigger than a hundred Garoths stacked together! Bigger than a hundred Dragon Valleys!"
She spread her miniature wings with all her might, trying to convey that boundless feeling.
"Hehe, can't guess it, can you."
After a few more seconds of silence from the two dragons before her, faerie dragon Vira swelled with pride, circling in flight as if chasing her own tail, then doing somersaults in the air, her small wings creating air currents.
He emitted a heavy sigh like a furnace blast, nostrils slightly exhaling two streams of heat with sparks.
"Those 'fake cotton candy' and 'shiny little eyes' you mentioned—are you referring to that above our heads—"
He raised a claw, pointing toward the deep blue sky soaked in twilight, where sparse stars were beginning to appear.
"—the sky?"
Vira's triumphant expression instantly froze on her small dragon face.
"Um... yes... it is the sky..."
She muttered quietly, completely deflated.
"Your riddle."
The red iron dragon shook his massive head, speaking slowly: "Is like mixing raw meat, handful of dirt, and a gem together, then asking people what kind of dessert it tastes like."
But Deborah had a different opinion.
She said encouragingly with a smile: "What interesting metaphors—tasteless cotton candy... though immature, it's also quite vivid. Vira has potential to become a riddle expert."
To have more dragons accompany her in playing riddles.
The brass-silver dragon said something contrary to her true feelings.
Opposite them, Vira's small ears twitched, her dejection lasting less than three seconds.
She zipped over to the side of Deborah's massive head, affectionately rubbing her small head against the other's cool brass-silver scales: "See, Deborah gets me. Garoth, you're too rigid."
"Alright, you two play. I need to train now."
The red iron dragon said.
He walked with heavy steps to his training ground.
The area bordered Dragon Valley's lake surface—leveled earth and stone, an open space reinforced and strengthened by shaman sorcerers, coated with a metallic-like sheen. At the center stood a black pillar.
This was an alchemical tool obtained through merchant groups, capable of creating triple gravity within a certain range.
Garoth first drank a barrel of black oil to heighten physical excitement, then walked to the center and activated the gravity tool.
An intangible sense of heaviness instantly descended.
The red iron dragon's massive, powerful body stood mountain-like under this suddenly increased weight.
His head, as if covered in heavy armor, lifted slightly, eyes now completely devoid of laziness, filled only with single-minded focus.
Immediately following.
The red iron dragon made an extremely abrupt yet powerfully dynamic movement.
That massive head covered in diamond-shaped metal-like scales suddenly jerked backward and upward!
The heavy dragon head tore through the air with a whistling sound, tracing a powerfully dynamic arc. Muscles in his thick, battering ram-like neck instantly tensed and expanded, emitting the teeth-grating creak of steel cables being stretched taut.
The massive back of his head, like a giant hammer, heavily and precisely struck the metallic-glowing ground.
Thump!
A sound like muffled thunder echoed and spread through Dragon Valley.
Now, Garoth's posture was intensely imposing.
His massive, rugged body remained motionless, neck forming an acute angle with the ground. His body flipped belly-up, supported by his neck and hind legs, dragon arms crossed over his chest, spine suspended in air yet firmly rooted to the earth.
And this was only the static display.
With a low roar, his powerful, heavy body began agile rotations centered on his neck.
Muscle masses on both sides of his thick neck writhed and bulged violently like living mountain ranges, the double-layered scales almost stretched apart by the tensed muscles.
The air filled with heart-pounding low friction sounds and the creaking of bones and tendons stubbornly resisting gravity—like giant bowstrings stretched to their limit.
The red iron dragon's neck seemed to become the convergence point of his entire body's power.
Steel-like muscles worked frantically under extreme load, displaying a primitive, pure draconic aesthetic of power.
Or rather, a mixture similar to sweat—high-temperature steam and moisture—sizzled from between the scales on his neck, splattering on the ground where it instantly evaporated into small clouds of white mist from the heat.
The brass-silver dragon and faerie dragon had already forgotten about riddles, both staring unblinkingly at the red iron dragon, almost forgetting to breathe.
This body filled with violence and power—the red iron form—could be appreciated not just by chromatic dragons, but even by metal dragons and dimensional dragons for its beauty.
"Wow, so impressive feeling. I want to try too."
Vira came to the edge of the gravity field, attempting to imitate Garoth's method.
Crack... A crisp sound came from her neck region. She hissed sharply as if her tail had been set on fire, flying up with her head tilted: "Ah, so painful! My head's broken! I'm dying, I'm dying!"