The adolescent Red Dragon's Life Level was not as high as that of the White Dragon Tereshi.
However, the previous battle between the two had already proven that a Red Dragon could defeat a White Dragon even when fighting above his Rank.
Seeing Samantha, who was also a Red Dragon, speak up, Cahill blinked, wanting to see the Red Dragon teach Tereshi a lesson.
But the result disappointed Cahill.
The White Dragon's nerves tightened instantly, and with breathtaking fluidity, she switched to a subservient posture:
"Respected Red Dragon Queen, please forgive my ill-considered choice of words."
Tereshi even proactively exposed the most vulnerable scales on her neck, continuing, "You are, of course, an existence entirely different from those inflexible Young Dragons."
Samantha was so choked by this spineless groveling that her Dragon Breath stalled for a moment.
Boring. She felt as if she had struck empty air, and resentfully flicked her tail, shattering a rock:
"Watch your mouth!"
The White Dragon nodded submissively, not bothering to lower herself to the level of a higher Niche Theory holder; he would accept whatever beating or scolding was dealt to him.
The next second, she raised her head and puffed out her chest, looking toward the Young Dragons.
"Now, what should you call me?"
The White Dragon stared coldly at Cahill: "You speak first."
The adolescent Red Dragon's muscles trembled violently as the pride in his Legacy memories clashed fiercely with the intense pain of reality.
He wanted to roar, wanted to bare his fangs, and wanted to belittle the White Dragon.
But thinking of the White Dragon's previous words, and seeing her submissive demeanor when facing a stronger Red Dragon, he ultimately held back.
"This White Scale's words have a little bit of sense to them."
"Let her be arrogant for a while; after I grow and become stronger, I will take my revenge!"
Cahill thought viciously, while slowly lowering his head, staring at the blood he had coughed up on the snow, and squeezed four words through his teeth: "Pale Wing."
It sounded somewhat unwilling.
However, there was plenty of time, and there would be plenty of time for training.
The White Dragon nodded with satisfaction and looked at the other Young Dragons.
The Blue Dragon, Black Dragon, and Green Dragon, thinking of Tereshi's thought-provoking words just now, and with Cahill's example before them, remained silent for a few seconds before also respectfully addressing the White Dragon as Pale Wing.
"You, come here and lick my claws."
The White Dragon felt that Cahill was too unruly, and out of her own dislike for Red Dragons, she pushed her advantage and continued to apply pressure.
"What did you say?!"
The Red Dragon Cahill was furious.
The earlier concession had already reached his limit; he could not accept such humiliation, even in death.
"Alright, Tereshi, that's enough."
The Red-Iron Dragon spoke up at the right time.
Too much is as bad as too little; education should be progressive.
The White Dragon immediately nodded respectfully and said to the Young Dragons: "Thank the great Lord of Molten Iron; his mercy has spared you from humiliation."
The first lesson for the strange Young Dragons upon arriving in The Borderlands.
Ended in Perfection here.
Meanwhile, the biting cold wind swept across the cliffs on both sides of Dragon Valley, blowing through the dense natural caves on the western cliff face, creating a wailing echo.
Garros's dragon wings cast a long, narrow shadow under the daylight, and he raised a front claw to point at the rock wall filled with holes.
"The caves on the west side are for you to inhabit; choose whichever one you want."
The western cliff of Dragon Valley was the settlement of the Dragonkin flight, and after years of excavation, it had formed a well-arranged, three-dimensional nest complex.
For these few scarred Young Dragons, any cave was sufficient to accommodate their not-yet-fully-grown bodies, while the fortress on the eastern cliff top, which looked as if it were forged from burning metal—Burning Steel Fortress—silently overlooked the entire valley.
Having received permission, the Young Dragons took flight, dragging their exhausted bodies.
Although their injuries caused stinging pain with every flap of their wing membranes, the innate territorial consciousness of the Dragonkin still drove them to carefully inspect every candidate nest.
The adolescent Blue Dragon Heriam acted first.
As he circled upward, he deliberately restrained his wingspan to avoid being too ostentatious or drawing attention to himself.
In the end, he chose a cave in the upper-middle level.
This height would neither offend the powerful Dragonkin higher up nor fail to maintain an appropriate distance from the Young Dragons below.
The class gap between the strong and the weak was also a form of order.
The Blue Dragon did not mind living beneath the Dragonkin.
The Red Dragon Cahill first charged toward the highest empty cave in a provocative manner, but just as he was about to reach the entrance, he made a sharp turn and landed in front of a cave at the same height as Heriam's.
The choices of the Green Dragon and the Black Dragon were wiser.
The two Young Dragons did not even attempt to explore upwards, landing directly in front of two adjacent caves on the bottom level.
The Green Dragon even specifically used the tip of his tail to measure the distance between the two cave entrances, ensuring that the nest he chose would not be larger than the Black Dragon's, so as not to cause direct conflict.
"Tereshi."
The Red-Iron Dragon's voice caused the White Dragon, who was secretly gloating, to instantly stiffen her tail.
"You did well; keep it up, and I will give you a generous reward."
His praise caused the White Dragon to perk up her tail.
However.
Just as the White Dragon was about to float away, the Red-Iron Dragon's next words slapped her back down to the ground.
"I allow you to discipline these Young Dragons within a certain range."
"But you must maintain a balance."
"If any problems arise because of your mistakes, I will strip you of all your rewards and send you back to guard the Abyssal Rift."
The White Dragon immediately bowed her head with the utmost solemnity.
"I guarantee that I will definitely grasp the proper measure!"
She said.
Having already experienced the comfort of mixing with the group of Young Dragons, how could she bear to leave and deal with demons? In the future, when educating the Young Dragons, she would try to restrain herself a bit and just not go too far.
"By the way."
The Red-Iron Dragon pondered for a few seconds and said slowly, "Your Niche Theory is quite good; you can teach it to these Young Dragons."
He thought about it seriously and believed that the White Dragon's theory really did have Legacy value.
Especially for Evil Dragons; if they could learn and understand this theory, if nothing else, at least by knowing not to provoke monsters stronger than themselves, and being able to restrain the arrogance inherent in the nature of the Dragonkin, their survival rate would definitely increase significantly.
This theory, if not tailor-made for the Dragonkin, was certainly very suitable.
For other creatures, if their talent and lifespan were limited, they might have to be subordinates their whole lives; living so miserably without hope would be better off dead.
But the Dragonkin are different.
As long as a Dragon does not die or perish prematurely, it is destined to become Legendary and destined to become a high-level existence.
With such a foundation, the acceptance of the Niche Theory among Dragons should be quite high, because they know very well that they will sooner or later become high-Niche Theory existences, and enduring humiliation is just to move forward better.
"The greatest tragedy of being born an Evil Dragon is that it is hard to live until the day you realize your potential."
The Red-Iron Dragon's voice echoed in the valley, and he looked out of the corner of his eye at the Young Dragons peeking from their cave entrances, saying, "Your theory can teach them how to live and grow into true Dragons."
Hearing these words, the White Dragon's excitement at this moment was no less than when she had successfully robbed a caravan for the first time.
She suddenly realized that she was creating history.
Perhaps.
A thousand years later, the Dragon Clan's Legacy would record it thus:
[The originator, founder, and propagator of Niche Theory—the great Pale Wing Tereshi]
This thought made the blood vessels under her scales tremble, and her breathing grew heavy.
"In this matter, I will be full of patience!"
Tereshi's wings trembled slightly with excitement, and she said, "Start with the basics of distinguishing strength and weakness, then gradually explain the techniques of camouflage and lowering one's position, and finally..."
Garros raised a front claw, interrupting her endless plans.
"You handle the specific methods yourself."
"Remember, I want them to be able to live and serve Dragon Valley."