In late February, it’s the season of late winter; the Segis World has not yet ushered in the spring breeze of all things reviving and remains in a time when the cold has not yet retreated.

However, Dragon Island, independent of the continent, is different.

This massive island, personally transformed by Ulinos, with the blessing of Divine Power, has a unique climate similar to Dream Island, with very stable weather throughout the year.

Of course, the climate of the entire Dragon Island is quite complex; the climate varies in different regions, with valleys that are like spring all year round, harsh mountains, humid swamps, and scorching lava pools...

All this considers the living habits of different dragons.

To allow thousands upon thousands of giant dragons to live and work here peacefully, Dragon Island naturally has its extraordinary traits.

Of course, as the center of Dragon Island, Dragon Valley is always the most lively place here.

Leaving his lair, Ulinos came to the central basin of Dragon Valley.

However, when Ulinos looked around, he couldn’t help but be slightly stunned.

No particular reason.

It’s just that today’s basin is too desolate.

It’s important to note that as the core hinterland of the entire Dragon Island, Dragon Valley is home to a large number of giant dragons and, as the place of Dragon Clan’s inheritance, the central basin is also a frequent meeting place for dragons.

Especially after the elves introduced various card games to Dragon Island, every day you could see one dragon after another excitedly playing cards here, which had long since become a place of entertainment for dragons.

But today...

Not to mention the dragons that usually play around; even those few Legendary Giant Dragons, specially guarding the place of inheritance, are missing...

The entire basin was empty, without a single dragon.

A refreshing wind blew by, lifting a few drifting fallen leaves, spiraling in the wind, passing by Ulinos.

Ulinos stood in the wind, momentarily feeling somewhat disheveled.

Wait...

Where did those lazy and gluttonous dumb dragons go?

Suddenly, an excited dragon’s roar came from not far away, attracting his attention.

Ulinos frowned and looked towards the source of the sound.

On the other side of the basin, from the cave exclusive to the Dragon Island Great Elder, a majestic red giant dragon swaggered out.

He was carrying a large, bulging bundle, face full of excitement, his thick tail swaying behind him.

That dragon was none other than the current Great Elder of Dragon Island, the Red Dragon King Hertos.

"Hertos? Where are you going?"

Ulinos called out to him.

The Red Dragon King seemed not to have expected to hear the voice of his own Dragon Ancestor, and his massive body instinctively shivered slightly.

It was as if he had done something guilty and was caught...

He turned slowly, hiding a trace of panic and embarrassment in his Dragon Eyes, his red face quickly filled with a smile, then bowed his head, respectfully saluting Ulinos:

"Mo... Mother Goddess, why are you awake?"

Ulinos:...

"Shouldn’t I be awake at this time?"

He darkened his face and said irritably.

"Uh..."

The Red Dragon King Hertos awkwardly smiled.

Ulinos couldn’t be bothered to argue with this guy.

If chosen from the past tens of thousands of years to have the most unreliable Great Elder, it would definitely be this red dragon in front of him.

He couldn’t understand how these young ones had voted over the past five hundred years to elect such a fool as the Great Elder.

"Where are the dragons of Dragon Island? Where did they all go?"

Ulinos looked around, somewhat dissatisfied, and asked.

He had just sensed that at least seventy percent of the dragons on Dragon Island were gone, and the remaining thirty percent were either immobile juveniles or still sleeping Mythical Giant Dragons.

And the adults? They had almost all slipped away.

Hearing the Dragon Ancestor’s inquiry, the Red Dragon King Hertos’ expression stiffened.

He hesitated, his eyes wandering:

"Uh... this... I... I..."

"I don’t know!"

After saying this, the Red Dragon King suddenly shouldered his bundle, turned, and slipped away.

Ulinos:...

He speechlessly watched Hertos’ retreating back, rolled his eyes, then gently tapped the ground with his foot.

A spike of earth suddenly shot out from under the Red Dragon King, tripping him to the ground before he could react.

The bulging bag on his back fell to the ground, spilling open, and a bunch of shiny Space Equipment scattered everywhere... One particular amber marble, clearly produced from the Elf Forest, even rolled to Ulinos’ feet.

Hertos:...

Ulinos:...

The two mythical figures stared at each other.

"Hertos... what are you trying to do? Are you moving off Dragon Island? Don’t you know that, as the Great Elder managing Dragon Island, you cannot leave Dragon Island at will?"

Ulinos’ face was completely dark.

"Uh..."

The Red Dragon King’s expression was even more embarrassed.

He scratched his head, then awkwardly smiled and said,

"Mo... Mother Goddess, haven’t I been cooped up for too long without a wander? I just thought about traveling around the Segis Continent or something..."

Listening to his explanation, Ulinos’ face darkened further.

He glanced at Hertos’ carefully tied "Game King" cards around his neck, then casually picked up a Space Ring from the ground and broke through its Divine Power barrier, pouring out all of its contents.

Soon, a mound composed of various sized dragon scales appeared in the sight of the two Mythical Giant Dragons.

Most were red, but there were also quite a few of other colors.

No one knew how many years this Red Dragon King had been collecting them.

"Why are you bringing so many dragon scales? Be honest: are you planning to go to the Elf Forest to take part in the Life Church and Eternal Church war?"