"Oh, come on, Kalon, you're the best! Oh, Dos, you too, come on, don't get knocked over by Kalonagain."
The Pixie Raven flapped her wings, flying in mid-air around the designated field, excitedly shouting and cheering. Wherever Kalon ran, she flew.
During this time, Raven often came over to visit her new friends and had long since become familiar with the Young Dragons like Kalon.
In her opinion, staying here was much more fun than listening to those Pixies brag all day.
Of course, she ignored the fact that she herself was the one bragging the most in her clan recently.
As the only creature currently able to enter the Dragon Nest without being a Dragon, the little pixie's status among the younger generation of her clan had soared.
Raven liked being with Kalon because she felt that Kalon was not like the stereotypical evil Five-Colored Dragons; instead, he was more like the humans who occasionally visited the forest.
Kalon was more "human-like." Well, simply put, Kalon treated her, his friend, equally like a human, unlike other Dragons who proudly looked down on all creatures.
The taciturn Camid also harbored a Dragon's arrogance and would not think highly of the Pixiebecause of Kalon's attitude.
Moreover, among the Young Dragon, there were also Green Dragon who liked to prey on various sprites and Pixies. Every time Antagena looked at Raven, it felt like she was looking at prey.
Fortunately, staying by Kalon's side provided enough security; otherwise,the little pixie Raven would not dare to come to the Dragon Nest.
Only the more composed Blue Dragon Dos, his attitude was not as obvious as other Dragon, so he was quite familiar with the Little pixie.
Bang! Kalon knocked over the Blue Dragon Dos, landing on all fours, the round ball he was holding with his claws rolling forward.
Red Dragon Klenaya chased after it and grabbed the ball. Seeing Black Dragon Rosani, who was on Kalon's team, pounce forward to snatch the ball, she immediately flicked it with her claw, passing it to the Green Dragon behind her.
Green Dragon Antagena had no intention of making body contact with White Dragon Kamide, who was rushing over to defend. Instead, she feigned a charge, but kicked the ball away with her foot, right through Camid's legs, where it was received by White Dragon Germott, who had been trailing behind.
But at this moment, Germott's position was at the very front of the offense. The White Dragoneasily sent the ball into the goal, then cheered loudly: "Woo, we won!"
Four against three, they still managed to win this game with difficulty, so now it was time to enjoy the victory. The important thing was that Dragon liked the feeling of winning.
"That's not fair, we're one Dragon short." The competitive Black Dragon Rosani was still a bit breathless.
This exercise involved considerable exertion from the Dragon's confrontation, but Dragon do not sweat as a physiological phenomenon; instead, a faint mist permeated their body surfaces.
"Who told you to have an overpowered teammate like Kalon?" Blue Dragon Dos slowly walked over.
He and Klenaya had always been the main force directly confronting Kalon on the field. At this moment, he was no better off than Rosani, with the white mist spewing from his nostrils being quite noticeable.
Green Dragon Antagena, who had been slacking off on the field, came closer, her pair of emerald eyes like translucent gems as she looked at the Red Dragon and said, "That's right, Kalon is stronger than all of Young Dragon here. It's fairer if we have one more Dragon than you."
The Green Dragon had recently begun consciously and gradually trying to curry favor with the exceptionally strong Red Dragon among the Dragon. Perhaps it was the innate nature of the Green Dragon species; they liked to attach themselves to powerful peers, and if there was an opportunity to manipulate and exploit them, all the better.
"Hmph." The young female Dragon Klenaya snorted through her nostrils. She wasn't unconvinced that Kalon had attained the status of the strongest among the Young Dragon species. It was just that seeing Antagena go up and flatter Kalon made her a bit displeased, even though the two female Dragon usually got along quite well.
Kalon didn't care about the Young Dragon's arguments; when there were many, there would always be different opinions, regardless of the race.
He happily walked towards the Little pixie waiting on the sidelines, not because of Raven's arrival, but because he found that through this kind of exercise, his control over his body had indeed improved, and his physical reaction capabilities had also been trained.
It seems not just humans, but Dragon also need to exercise regularly.
"Let's go, Raven," the Red Dragon turned his head, gesturing for the Little pixie to sit on his shoulder. "I feel very hungry today; I could eat an entire mountain deer." The Red Dragon chatted with the Little pixie while signaling White Dragon camid with his eyes to follow him.
Kalon recently discovered another use for the Little pixie when hunting for him.
Raven, with her invisibility, only needed to quietly approach her chosen prey, then use magic to put the prey to sleep.
The incapacitated prey would then be easily dispatched by Kalon, who would then happily enjoy a private meal.
This was much more convenient than the Red Dragon hunting himself. The Red Dragon's scales at the young stage were too flashy; he was famously conspicuous.
Weak creatures would run away upon seeing him, and he couldn't defeat powerful creatures. His hunting ability was not even as good as those powerful savage beasts, let alone the Pixie, who had a 100% success rate.
Fortunately, Pixie are not like some vegetarian elves; Raven also loves to eat meat, especially after tasting Kalon's barbecue.
Barbecue was nothing special; Pixie could also make it. But Kalon was a Red Dragon, and his fire control ability could only be described as a natural barbecue master. Crispy on the outside, tender on the inside, and evenly charred were just the most basic abilities.
The Little pixie ,having tasted the sweetness, would even proactively ask to help the Red Dragon hunt, at the cost of one leg, no matter what the prey was.
Yes, Raven liked to gnaw on legs, a habit she learned from human merchants. She always felt that gnawing on a big leg tasted better, and it would be perfect with a glass of wine.
Unfortunately, Pixie do not know how to brew wine. As for Kalon, Kalon is a foolish Dragon who only knows how to eat, and still needs to be fed by the Pixie.
Chatting idly with Raven as he walked through the forest, Kalon even felt a sense of being pampered, with the price being a small barbecue.
This made Kalon's Dragon face flush a bit. Fortunately, he always brought along the tight-lipped White Dragon camid, so other Dragon did not discover this embarrassing fact.
However, thanks to Raven's feeding, Kalon could feel his growth accelerating in the past two months; he was now already four meters long.
And under the talent of super-limit growth, Kalon's already powerful digestive ability as a Dragon was further enhanced. He consumed twice as much food as other Young Dragon daily, which Akzi's quantitative feeding simply couldn't satisfy.
If it weren't for Raven, Kalon would either have to risk hunting himself or simply eat dirt by relying on the Dragon's powerful stomach digestion. Therefore, Kalon's attitude towards the more useful Little pixie became even friendlier.
"Wow, Kalon, your horns are so beautiful!" Raven stared longingly at the thick double horns on the Red Dragon's head, her small hands looking quite restless. She really wanted to touch the spiraling patterns on the Dragon horns.
The weak always admire the strong, and the Pixie race is no exception. They like to make friends because they hope to have the friendship of the strong.
And in Raven's eyes, the Dragon horns on the Red Dragon's head represented the Dragon's power and majesty, something she could not possess, so she had always been very envious.
From an aesthetic perspective based on strength, Dragon horns indeed exude a beauty full of power and savagery.
Kalon turned his head, his large Dragon eyes glaring at Raven, as if to say, "If you dare touch me, I dare bite you."
Kalon, of course, didn't care about the notion that Dragon horns represented the Dragon's dignity and were untouchable, but he wouldn't show it.
Even among friends, there needs to be a certain sense of boundaries. I can be very nice to you, but you can't pull the ladder out from under me.
"No, no, I'm just really envious of your Dragon horns," Raven's restless little hands retracted, and her round little face showed a hint of dejection.
"Why don't Pixie grow horns on their heads? I also wish I had a pair of pretty little horns on my head."
The Red Dragon was left speechless by the Little pixie's words. He had seen hand fetishes and foot fetishes, but never a horn fetish.even though people could have them and they could probably be only girls
Kalon stopped, extended his left claw, signaling Raven to stand in front of him. Then, he carefully used two claws to snap off two wild flowers at his feet, placing one on each side of Raven's acorn hat. He then clapped his hands and smiled dismissively, "There, that's better. Raven, now you also have a pair of horns of your own."
Raven cautiously touched the two fragile flower branches on her head, still adorned with a few green leaves. Behind her, fairy dust sprinkled down. The dew on nearby trees and flowers was drawn by magical power, slowly converging to form a small, constantly fluctuating mirror.
The Pixie looked at herself in the mirror, seemingly transformed in an extraordinary way. Raven's slumped little face instantly brightened with a rosy glow, and her delicate features became radiant.
She let out a joyful cry, her small hands holding the flowers on her head as she happily flew up and down around the Red Dragon. After a few circles, she suddenly remembered something and quickly flew into the distance. The fairy dust trailing behind the Little pixie also turned into a tail flame, leaving behind her happy shouts.
"Kalon, hurry and follow! I found your favorite mountain deer! There's a whole herd of them there. I'm going to pick out the two fattest ones for you!"
Kalon grinned at the bewildered White Dragon, then unhurriedly followed after her.