Name: Mage Hand.
Spell Classification: Cantrip.
School: Enchantment.
Effect: Creates an invisible spectral hand to manipulate objects, open containers, pick up or place items, pour liquids, etc.
Limitations: Cannot attack, activate magical items, or carry objects weighing more than ten pounds. Spell range depends on the caster's mana; exceeding the range or recasting the spell causes the spectral hand to vanish.
Applicable Classes: Sorcerer, Wizard, Eldritch Knight, Arcane Trickster.
Note: Races such as Githyanki, High Elves, and Half-Elves can cast this spell innately.
"Magic, huh."
Xia'er fell into deep thought.
In this world, while the dragon race had many enemies, they were undeniably a top-tier species.
Beyond the powerful physique they were born with, dragons also possessed formidable magical talent. Upon reaching adulthood, Chromatic Dragons would master corresponding magics.
Red Dragons would control fire magic, thus being called Flame Dragons; Blue Dragons would master lightning magic, thus being called Storm Dragons.
And Green Dragons were also known as Forest Dragons.
However, during the Young Dragon stage, it was very difficult for Chromatic Dragons to awaken spells; most only managed it during the Juvenile Dragon stage...
Both breath weapons and spells could only be preliminarily mastered during the Juvenile Dragon stage and become proficiently used during the Young Adult Dragon stage.
Strictly speaking, the Young Dragon stage was still just being a child.
Only some legendary true dragons could awaken magic during their Young Dragon years.
It seems I, too, have the makings of a legend!
Xia'er thought to herself. Although Chromatic Dragons could become legendary upon reaching the Ancient Dragon stage, what Xia'er wanted wasn't to swagger about relying on seniority, but to become a true legend who stepped into the legendary realm during her Young Dragon years!
Retracting her thoughts, she looked at the Red Dragon Tyrone, who wore an expression of defiance but was only licking his wounds to the side, then at the other three Blues, one Black, and one White. Xia'er took a deep breath and declared, "If any of you have thoughts of fighting, you can come find me anytime. I'll use my strength to show you who's the boss here!"
Cold, arrogant.
Xia'er's voice echoed in the ears of the other Chromatic Dragons, who naturally dared not say much and could only lower their heads.
Over the past five years, Xia'er had almost always faced them with a cold demeanor.
She had even used force to suppress them during the wyrmling rebellion.
These little dragons naturally held a kind of innate awe and fear for Xia'er. Except for the Red Dragon Tyrone, no one dared to oppose Xia'er.
Only the Black Dragon Saga and the Blue Dragon Karta occasionally had the guts to challenge Xia'er.
However, such obedient behavior only occurred when Xia'er hadn't left the dragon's lair.
Once Xia'er left the lair, these little dragons would start biting and fighting each other, wasting their energy.
She needed to find some method to make them sit quietly and not fight each other when she wasn't in the lair.
Create a board game for them to play?
That seemed a bit unrealistic. How could these irritable little dragons possibly sit down obediently to play games?
"Sigh."
Xia'er let out a long sigh, looked around, and finally fixed her gaze on Tyrone.
Seeing Xia'er's gaze, Tyrone instinctively wanted to blurt out a "What are you looking at?", but having just been defeated by Xia'er, he forcibly swallowed the words and lowered his head. "Lady Xia'er, is there something you need?"
Xia'er said, "When I'm not here, keep an eye on them, no fighting! If you want to fight, what's the point of bullying these wyrmlings and young dragons? Wait until I get back, and I'll fight you."
"Fine."
The Red Dragon Tyrone had no objections.
If these little dragons didn't provoke him, he couldn't be bothered to beat them up either.
From the moment he hatched, the Red Dragon Tyrone had been subjected to one-sided crushing by Xia'er.
Whether it was after he became a Young Dragon and learned his breath weapon, or every growth spurt before that, Tyrone would actively seek out Xia'er to fight, but each time ended in defeat.
This taught Tyrone to lower his head and to rein in his fiery temper.
It also made him question some of the memories within his Dragon Inheritance.
The inheritance clearly stated that Red Dragons were the leaders of the Chromatic Dragons, born invincible beings. No race was a match for Red Dragons. Red Dragons took pleasure in hunting giants and metallic dragons in their daily lives. Blue Dragons were just a bunch of cowardly herd animals. Green Dragons were just sneaky little dragons hiding in the shadows. Black Dragons were utterly foul and nauseating!
As for White Dragons?
They just looked like dragons; they were the disgrace of the Chromatic Dragons!
How come in practice, he kept getting beaten up by a Green Dragon who was only born two days earlier?
This filled Tyrone with doubt, and his previously arrogant, overconfident personality had gradually been buried deep within.
But this was only temporary.
'Someday, I will defeat this damnable green-scaled one and restore the great name of the Red Dragons!'
Tyrone thought to himself darkly: 'Just wait, just wait. My size is already slowly surpassing that green-scaled one. Once I grow into a Juvenile Dragon, a Young Adult Dragon, I will definitely crush Xia'er with overwhelming force.'
'Then she'll know who the true Dragon King is!'
Thinking this, a hint of joy reappeared on the Red Dragon's previously somewhat dejected face.
Xia'er saw it but didn't pay it much mind, instead turning to bully the other little ones.
Especially the Blue and White Dragons who hadn't participated in the fight.
Since she had nothing better to do, Xia'er used the name of "guidance" to beat up the little ones.
As for the Red Dragon Tyrone's behavior, Xia'er highly approved of it.
She needed someone like the Red Dragon Tyrone, who would be knocked down again and again, then get back up and continue challenging her.
That way, she could have a steady stream of attribute points.
Unlike the Black Dragon Saga, who, after challenging her once and being utterly defeated, became completely docile and never challenged Xia'er again. Even when Xia'er initiated the challenge, he showed no fighting spirit whatsoever, giving Xia'er not a single attribute point. It was truly frustrating for Xia'er.
Fortunately, the Black Dragon only provided corrosion resistance. Creatures with corrosive attacks weren't common in daily life.
The Blue Dragons provided storm magic enhancement, water magic enhancement, and water and storm resistance. The White Dragon provided frost-related attributes. Both of these were relatively important for Xia'er's current environment.
Soon, under Xia'er's "guidance," these two Blue Dragons and one White Dragon were pinned to the ground, unharmed.
The three little dragons chirped excitedly.
[Defeated White Dragon 'Dexus Varo', reward gained: 'Frost Resistance' experience +1.]
[Defeated Blue Dragons 'Otto Underwood', 'Rebecca Underwood', reward gained: 'Storm Resistance' experience +1, 'Magic Affinity' experience +1.]
The three Blue Dragons in the lair were all from the same dragon clan, the Underwoods, the same clan as Valentina.
They were also part of the last generation of the royal family.
Looking at these weak young dragons, Xia'er turned her gaze further away.
Someday, she would leave this territory.
This territory was too barren for Xia'er.
Now, supporting one Young Adult Dragon, Valentina, plus herself, Tyrone, Saga, Karta—these four young dragons—was already somewhat straining its resources.
Not to mention that Dexus, Otto, and Rebecca were also about to enter hibernation and enter the Young Dragon stage.
Moreover, this territory belonged to Valentina.
Although usurping the host was not uncommon among dragon groups, Xia'er didn't want to fall out with Valentina, defeat her, and seize her dragon group.
The reason was simple.
Within the cunning body of a Green Dragon resided a soul from another world. Although influenced by the Green Dragon's nature and becoming somewhat greedy, the act of being raised by Valentina and then turning against her was still too contrary to conscience.
Of course, this reason didn't carry much weight.
The main reason was... Valentina was a Young Adult Dragon. By the time Xia'er grew strong enough under Valentina's protection to challenge her, it would probably take over a decade.
Xia'er was a bit impatient.
Just as Xia'er was pondering, a roar came from the distance.
A black dot appeared on the distant horizon, but as time passed, the black shadow grew larger and larger.
Finally, it appeared before the eyes of the dragons in the lair.
Valentina had returned from the hunt!