Mystical Journey

Panda Novel

“I believe in Garen!” Boris exclaimed with a face of sincerity.

“Me too,” Saszt added. However, before speaking he stared at Boris. He had always followed Boris’ lead.

The few dragon whelps started to get active in Garen’s cave as they conversed about recent events.

“Oh, right, Garen.” Boris became serious. “That’s one thing you need to be careful about.”

“What?”

“Reyman, our White Dragon Clan’s most talented dragon whelp, has been coming often to ask about you.

“He seemed to have harbored ill intent after losing to you.” Boris was worried.

“Reyman, huh…?” Garen recalled this dragon whelp which he killed within seconds. He was the only one that left an impression with that nice Draconic Aura.

“You need to be careful.

“The elders are nurturing him as the future White Dragon King.” Leona was concerned.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it.”

Garen nodded in a gesture that implied he understood.

“Don’t lower your guard,” Boris ultimately urged. “And another thing, the completion of your task has most likely fallen through…”

“…”

******

Elder’s Peak of the White Dragon Clan.

Deep into the cold cave, four old White Dragons bearing staffs were quivering as they shook on four large icy pillars. Around the icy pillars stood with many sharp icicles that wrapped their bodies in the middle.

On top of the four staffs, a dull white glow was released, shining over the entire cave.

“The West clan has come in contact with us again.

“How should we respond this time, Great Elder?” One of the old dragons asked in a low voice.

On the highest icy pillar was an old White Dragon with wrinkles all over and a pair of droopy eyes. He didn’t seem focused.

“Our collaboration with the King of the Deladia Empire has just begun, yet they kept announcing a ban on dragons, Do they think that we are still that small clan that split up? Ignore them.”

“Great Elder, can the Deladia Empire really lead us to glory? The expedition this time had caused a loss of ten summoned adult dragons. Not to mention, the Clock of Fate is unhappy with us lifting the ban on the participation in the war of the Deladia Empire. They could send out wizards to join the battlefield,” another Elder whispered, “I am worried that the loss will outweigh the gain.”

“But we are left with no choice,” Great Elder dully replied, “take advantage of Dragon Beasts and Earth Dragons.”

“We suffered much loss on Dragon Beasts and Earth Dragons at more than a hundred of them!” The last elder shrieked with a withered female voice. We have a total of over a hundred twenty adult White Dragons in our clan, and this counts the new members that had sought refuge recently. The next maturity would take at least fifty years. We can’t wait any longer. It hasn’t been a year and we already lost ten clan members…”

“Your Excellency Hurricane Erger has given me his words that the intensity of the war will lessen.

“Unless it was out of absolute necessity, they will not seek our help,” Great Elder cut her off. “So do not worry, Tasha.”

“The nobles of the Snow City should never be trusted,” Tasha rebutted.

“But we found no better snow mountains to inhabit. All the human nations cast us away and only this place… Only this place was willing to take us in and provide us with a level of protection. Shouldn’t we offer them a little return?” Great Elder asked.

For a moment, the few elders were silent.

“The next batch of young dragons will be fifty-two years later. Hopefully, we can make it until then…” Tasha uttered in a low voice and flew away, leaving the ice pillar.

Thus, the meeting of the elders ended.

******

The classroom valley at the Elder’s Peak.

Garen was crouching lazily in a corner, looking at the remaining dragon whelps grapple and wrestle with each other with enthusiasm. After the hunt, the members of dragon whelp lessened by a third. Now that with some new additions to the class, there were about fifteen to sixteen whelps.

Garen swept a glance around in boredom. He realized that no dragon whelps dared look him in the eye. Those he swept a glance at quickly turned away and lowered their heads.

It seemed that his performance when he sped killed Reyman was over the top and these dragon whelps were no idiots. Who would willingly be tortured with such a discrepancy of strength between them?

So basically no one was willing to be in the team as him on this one on one combat. Leona, who originally teamed up with him, immediately sought another to practice with.

In a bored stiff state, Garen started to reflect upon dividing his remaining attribute points.

There were still ten points left that he did not add on account of fleeing, mainly because of the fact that adding or not made no differences. Rather than using them all, it was better to leave it for recovery in order to sustain longer in battle.

Now, he could deliberate on how he could divide them.

The best thing was that he obtained the core of that Suffering Knight. It should be a core as that was what he guessed. This item could endlessly nourish his Soul Power. It was equivalent to a few Soul Rings.

This way, the accumulation of his potential aura could hasten from five points in two months to five points in a month. It was a terrifying speed.

He got to give it to a Core of a Level Five being. Garen knew that if Lady Luck was not on his side, he probably would not have come across such a treasure.

Adding this to the mix, he now had sixteen attribute points to distribute.

After returning, he did not hesitate to distribute them evenly on his strength, agility, and vitality.

He realized that all three of these attributes could not be ignored in this world. The dragon race naturally had stronger physical dispositions. By wielding this nature to its fullest extent and with his safety ensured, he could then focus on spellcrafting.

Strength should be targeted on destroying defenses. If he didn’t have enough power to tear the skin of his enemy, then killing them would pose a problem.

Agility would be useful for fleeing. It could be of great use when snatching resources and treasures.

Vitality was crucial as this attribute could exempt many types of spellcraft. The higher the vitality, the higher the level of the types of spellcraft that could be exempted. Even those that could not be exempted would be weakened to the lowest limit. It would be very useful.

After careful consideration, these three attributes could not be disregarded.

Garen then distributed evenly on the three.

He immediately felt a major change.

“Safive — Strength 26(26), Agility 26(26), Vitality 19(19), Intelligence 17 with potential 19%.

Soul limit 170, Level 1 Draconic Aura, Level 1 Arcane Art Basics.”

“Strength has increased from 21 to 26, the same could be said about Agility, from 21 to 26. Vitality went from 13 to 19.”

He felt his body expanding tougher.

“Let’s start the combat practice assessment!” The White Dragon instructor yelled.

“Scramble over!

“Follow my line up and start to fight one-by-one!

“Stop when I say stop!” The instructor was a new adult dragon. His little eyes reeked of viciousness, as though he had harbored ill intentions.

It was said that he was originally teaching the youths. However, after violently abusing over ten young female dragons and causing a public outrage, he was transferred to the dragon whelp’s combat class.

More than ten dragon whelps obediently stood together. Garen, too, stood up with them.

“The top three of the assessment will obtain one Kavan Gold. You should know the use of Kavan Gold. I do not need to reiterate its importance. So work hard, you little bastards!” The instructor roared.

The dragon whelps numbered one and two flew up onto the ice block ring in the middle of the valley.

It was a dull combat and the winner continued to fight the next one. This competition was weighed on the highest number of wins and the lowest number of losses.

With no exception, it was Garen’s turn on stage.

He stood on the ring and looked down.

“I guess no dragon would dare come up.” He looked at the instructor. “Just announce it a win then.”

The instructor glared at him. Dare there be a dragon more arrogant than him. This left him a little displeased. He looked down at the group of dragon whelps. Indeed, each one of them was intimidated.

“What a bunch of losers!” He cursed under his breath.

“Garen! I will fight you!” Suddenly, a high pitched voice was heard coming from the valley entrance.

A physically-tough dragon whelp plunged over, fluttering his white wings and landing on the ring. His eyes were fixated at Garen.

“Reyman?” Garen recognized this dragon whelp. No, he didn’t look much like a dragon whelp any longer. Reyman’s body resembled more of a youth’s, about the height of a human adult at four meters high. He was a towering being.

Garen looked at his size. He wasn’t far off compared to him.

They were considered the genius of the dragon race so their growth was faster than any regular dragons.

However, Garen knew that his current strength and agility was at 26 points, well above the standards amongst the young dragons.

Based on his observations, a regular dragon whelp would average below nineteen points. They would first grow in strength then equip the remaining attributes with the growth until their youth where their strength, agility, and vitality would average around 20 to 30 points. Naturally, it would increase the level of their magic resistance and spellcrafting. Adulthood would raise them to an average of between 20 to 40 points. If spellcrafting endowment was added, then they would be considered the top amongst the Level Six Beings and could combat against some weaker Level Seven Beings.

Garen did a comparison upon returning and found out that if the Suffering Knight were to meet with two adult White Dragons, then the one taking flight would be him. This was the true ferociousness of the dragon race, considering the White Dragon Clan was one of the weaker types.

“You sure you can beat me?” Garen stared at Reyman with interest.

“You are fated to be the strongest general under me!” Reyman was full of confidence as he shouted, “Come! Come under my wing, we will lead our clan to utmost glory!”

“Under your wing?” Garen smiled, “I will only go under an existence stronger than me.” Saying this, he recalled that woman at the bottom of the abyss rift. He could confirm that that woman definitely of a dragon race. Even if she wasn’t the strongest among the dragon race, she was at least an ancient one.

“Then I will defeat you!” Reyman was overconfident. It could be seen that there were scars and wounds that were freshly healed on his scales all over. He must have gone through some tough training from returning.

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