Academic gathering with a lich-Chapter 656 - 607: Learn Dragon Breath

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The struggle of the five young dragons became increasingly fierce as they sensed their own crises, and with intelligence not inferior to human children, they began looking for solutions.

The Crystal Dragon was the first to act, hopping and bumbling over to Mr. Scholar. Early in life, young dragons’ first instinct is to seek help. Kristo flapped his wings in front of the scholar and raised his neck high, showing his sticky mouth to the scholar while vividly acting out his breathing difficulties as if he were about to die.

Then... the scholar stood with his hands behind his back, silently observing the little fellow. Like the giants, he belonged to a strict school of professors, watching over the Crystal Young Dragon trembling in place, the one he was assigned to guard not being human.

The second was Obsidian Alcalon, but he did not go to the Black Dragon Priest. As a future glorious dragon warrior, he pounced on Lyle, intending to take someone down with him before suffocating. His courage was commendable, but his foolishness extreme. Nia’s tendrils wrapped him up like a caterpillar and tossed him onto the ground.

Ember Irason thought more than the other young dragons. She ran to the Fire Dwarf and acted spoiled, cleverly hiding behind his robust body to block the Twilight Dragon’s line of sight, seemingly aware of her mother’s cruelty.

The White Dragon Bolderis was a young sea dragon with larger lungs than his siblings and took longer breaths, so he was not as anxious as the other young dragons. But he knew being suffocated was inevitable, and he lay still, quietly watching the White Dragon Priest Princess.

The Dragon Priests had deep expectations and affection for the young dragons, and the female Dragon Priests had an easier time expressing maternal instincts. Almost simultaneously, Princess and Irason beckoned to their respective young dragons, and White Dragon Bolderis obediently crawled over.

The Emerald Dragon glanced at the Elf Dragon Priest, who was jumping in place and frantically gesturing, and decided to stay put and find a solution on its own.

The aloof Mermaid Priestess almost ignored the Twilight Dragon Mother’s concern. The magic of frost froze the White Dragon’s sticky saliva into ice, ready to break the ice and let the young dragon breathe. The cold magic inherent to his nature stimulated the sea dragon’s body, and a frosty Breath burst from his mouth, blasting the ice away.

"Our energy can stimulate the young dragons’ bodies, helping them learn to breathe fire faster," the White Dragon Priest shared this information with the other Dragon Priests.

"That will increase their dependence on Dragon Priests. True dragons must learn to solve their own problems," Silvette suddenly interjected, causing the other Dragon Priests to fall into doubt again.

"Come on, good girl, you can do it!" the Red Dragon Priest clenched his fist and squatted next to Irason, shouting encouragement. The Dwarf’s rough and booming voice successfully conveyed his straightforward emotions to the young dragon. The young dragon gasped, straining to breath. Unfortunately, learning to breathe fire did not seem to be proceeding smoothly, and as the young Emerald Dragon’s breaths grew weaker, Freyheimer ultimately intervened, and a fiery fireball was hurled at the Emerald Young Dragon’s thick and short tail while no one was watching.

"Yahhhh!!!" The fire Breath sprayed from her mouth destroyed the sticky saliva. The young dragon, having just learned to breathe fire, did not appreciate the Dragon Priest’s help. Her eyes brimming with tears, she let out several more bursts of fire Breath at the Fire Dwarf, completely igniting his beard. The angry young dragon was scooped up by the Dragon Priest, "Hahaha, little fellow, you’ve succeeded! You’ll definitely be a fierce dragon when you grow up." He didn’t care about his burning beard or the young dragon’s scratching; the Red Dragon Priest loved a lively little one.

Irason finally caught the Emerald Young Dragon. Even as Claudia’s throat was glued shut, she was still reluctant to accept the Elf’s help, or perhaps she didn’t believe he could provide any assistance at all. She would rather use her front paws to scrape and scratch, then, when her paws were also fixed in place, Irason seized her.

Being held in the Elf’s arms, the quiet Emerald Young Dragon looked like a gemstone. Irason stroked down her spine, calming the young dragon, whose eyes remained fixed on her. "The Elves’ Druid Spells have poor control over this ancient tree species, but luckily, I also know the Wither Druid Spells. I’ll make your sticky saliva ’Wither.’ Claudia, do you dislike me, has Susanna been speaking ill of me? Impossible."

Poison gathered in Irason’s hands, the decaying venom of withering and rot, capable of quickly dissolving the young dragon’s mouth’s sticky saliva, but if overused, it could also kill a giant dragon.

"Ah, I missed."

Claudia watched in shock as the panicked Elf felt the dangerous substance dripping into her mouth. Her survival instincts fully activated, Claudia roared her first Nightmare Breath. The venom was enveloped by the Breath and expelled. She also uttered her first word in her immature voice.

"Idiot!" The Emerald Young Dragon chased after the erring priest, calling out "idiot" again and again.

The only ones left who had not learned to breathe fire were the Obsidian Young Dragon and the Crystal Young Dragon; they corresponded to two powerful Dragon Priests. In the previous era, they had vied for the Dragon Crown in the shadows. Later, due to the Holy Light’s suppression, the Dragon Priests united, but now, a new strife seemed to have started.

The two Dragon Priests looked at each other with fake smiles.

"Brother Ohmhead, it looks like Alcalon is about to fail. Aren’t you going to help him?"

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"My brother Morocoy, Kristo is already convulsing on the ground, he’s frail, can you truly consider yourself a Dragon Priest by being so harsh?"

Tall dragon shadows condensed behind the two Dragon Priests, the power of the dragon’s roar and magic clashed in the air while on the ground, two young dragons tumbled and thrashed.

"Teacher, they’re almost done for."

"Teacher, they’re really close to being done for."

"Teacher, they’re about to be done for."

"Teacher, they’re done for."

At the last moment, perhaps as their life was ebbing away, magic and the dragon’s roar engulfed the young dragons, the two about to die young dragons learned the Breath, but now they had little strength left, Alcalon and Kristo lay on the ground like dead fish, bellies up. The two young dragons exchanged glances, a brotherly bond formed in their innocent souls.

"This guy’s had it rough, he must be my brother."

"These two old codgers want to kill us."

This vague awareness hid deep in the hearts of the young dragons, and subtly influenced their judgment of their own Dragon Priests in the life that followed.

The Black Dragon Priest and Blue Dragon Priest were both breathing heavily, after a fierce psychological battle and enduring to the last moment, their psychological pressure was immense as well.

"It’s just like you, Morocoy, the emotionless Spellcaster."

"Not at all, Brother Ohmhead, it’s the bloodthirsty Berserker who is more cruel."

Silvette was quite pleased that her children had learned the Breath.

"It’s still a bit of a pity, I thought my children would be able to learn the Breath on their own."

Lyle heard a different implication in her words.

"Sil... sister, could it be, no young dragon can master the Breath on their own?"

"There could have been one today, I had full confidence in my children. Ah, thinking about it now, compared to surpassing the dragons of the past, the health of the children is more important. Yes, I learned this from the Dragon Priests."

This Dragon Mother actually set an impossible task for the young dragons from the start.

Are the great dragons doomed? This generation of father of dragons and Dragon Mothers doesn’t have a reliable one among them.

Lyle deeply worried about the future of the great dragons.