Chapter 100 Out of Control, Unexpected Gains

Under the velvety blackness of the night, Garus soared and circled rapidly high in the sky.

He couldn't resist taking a sip and almost spilled the entire barrel of black oil.

The powerful energy transformed from the black oil surged through Garros's veins. He felt his dragon blood boiling like magma, and his heart pumping like an engine, with a throbbing sensation that desperately needed to be released.

He simply channeled his energy into his wings.

The dark red flames at the tips of the wing bones expanded to three times their original size, leaving a dazzling trail in the night sky. Galos felt as if he had transformed into a real meteor, his speed breaking through his previous limits and continuing to increase.

As the sonic boom cloud exploded one after another behind him, Galos gradually realized that something was wrong.

The current speed is somewhat beyond his control.

He doesn't have any burst scales on his body now, but the second layer of hard dragon scales, which look like cast iron, is gradually turning a high-temperature red under extreme speed.

The clouds were torn apart, leaving long tunnels.

The mountains distorted into blurry patches of color in Galus's view.

He wanted to dive down and then take off again at high speed, but as the altitude decreased, his previously effortless flight gradually began to go out of control. He tried to adjust the wing angle, but found that because the speed was too fast, his body's reaction was half a beat slower.

Although the surging flames behind the dragon wings had stopped.

However, the speed brought by inertia was still beyond control.

"Wait... it can't go up!"

Galos's pupils contracted.

A gray-white cliff filled his entire field of vision.

Unable to avoid it any longer, Galos instinctively curled up, his strong wings covering his vitals.

The mountain erupted in a blinding orange-red flame the moment it made contact, and the shockwave snapped trees within a radius of 100 meters in half.

Countless pebbles scattered like cannonballs, some even flying to the distant edge of Crescent Valley, scaring several werewolves who were watching the spectacle into running away with their heads in their hands.

After the smoke and dust cleared.

A meteorite-shaped crater, tens of meters in diameter, appeared on the cliff.

Garus was embedded in the rock, its wings and tail drooping crookedly, its head and horns stuck in the rock.

"Cough cough cough"

Galos felt a little dizzy.

Because the buffing scales that could cushion the impact were consumed by the ogre clan and haven't grown back yet, even with Garus's physique, crashing into the mountain at such an extreme speed still caused him some internal injuries.

From afar came the cries and howls of the werewolves.

Garros pulled his head out of the rock and saw Frostfang leading a group of werewolf warriors running towards him in a panic, as if he had seen his plane 'crash'.

He tried to move his body, and the rock strata immediately groaned under the strain.

Galos pulled his entire body out of the mountain, swayed in the air a few times, and finally landed on the mountainside in a rather ungraceful manner.

This scene is utterly shameful.

A mighty dragon lost control and crashed into a mountain after drinking black oil. If word got out, it would probably be laughed at by other dragons for centuries. Fortunately, no other dragons witnessed it.

"I never imagined that the black oil energy could increase my flight speed so much."

"It was so fast that I couldn't control it."

"The problem is that uncontrollable forces can sometimes be harmful and risky, and cannot be used indiscriminately."

Garus pondered for a moment, then a thought suddenly flashed through his mind: "Wait, if I eat another bite of fairy scale powder to enhance my perception, mental reflexes, and other attributes, will I be able to control this extreme speed for a short period of time?"

If feasible.

If he were to face a powerful enemy in the future, he would first use a jar of black oil, then pour a mouthful of scale powder, and then activate the Blood Explosion Technique. Even if the opponent was a dragon or a giant, it seemed that fighting above his level would not be difficult.

"I'll verify it when I have time."

"If I succeed, this will be one of my biggest trump cards!"

Thinking that his safety was now more assured, Galos flicked his tail and became cheerful.

Looking up at the sky, he prepared to take off again.

With a casual glance, Galos noticed a purple metallic luster reflecting from the rock strata he had smashed.

"This is?"

Galos's eyes flickered slightly, then he moved closer and used his dragon claws to pry open the rubble, revealing the underlying rock structure and a purplish metallic ore embedded within it.

—Copper ore.

It is not a magical metal, but it has good ductility and thermal conductivity, making it a decent type of metal ore and one of the raw materials needed for many alchemical golem components.

The Sel Wilderness contains a wide variety of metallic minerals.

Copper ore is not too rare, but it is not common either, and it has a certain value, being more precious than the copper ore that the bears dig out in the Conifer Valley.

Galos's pain was completely forgotten.

After carefully sensing the surroundings for a while, he discovered that the gray-white cliff in front of him contained a considerable amount of copper ore. He could then re-establish communication with the caravan channels to trade for black oil with the southern countries.

The scales and remains of the cliff serpent dragon will eventually run out.

Galos didn't want to 'sell' his scales or blood. He had previously thought of using his perception talent, which originated from the Iron Dragon bloodline, to search for some metal ores in his spare time as a bargaining chip.

This unexpected discovery saved him some time.

"The collision with the mountain unearthed a fairly good metal deposit; this is what they mean by 'misfortune and fortune are intertwined.'"

Galos thought to himself that his luck had been exceptionally good for once.

The gray-maned werewolves are heading this way.

Because a copper mine was discovered on the spot, Garos did not rush to leave and prepared to instruct the Howling Moon Clan to mine the area, so he waited patiently for a while.

"Lord Dragon Lord!"

The sound of frostbite came from a hundred meters away.

The small, glossy-furred, bright-eyed little female wolf showed a hint of worry in her eyes.

Although I knew Garus was powerful, given his speed and strength at the time, he probably wouldn't have escaped unscathed if he had crashed directly into the mountain.

"Are you alright? Do you need me to heal you? I recently learned a healing spell."

It said.

Galos remained calm and composed, as if his earlier embarrassment had never occurred.

He raised his dragon claw and casually tapped the exposed copper ore with the tip: "I sensed this vein long ago; I was just mining it precisely for accuracy."

The young female werewolf looked at the dragon, who was covered in dust and gravel, yet remained calm and composed. She then glanced at the clearly defined dragon-shaped indentation on the mountainside.

"Your senses and physical strength are astonishing."

Its ears twitched subtly twice, and it echoed softly.

Galos nodded slightly, subtly changing the subject, and instructed, "Remember this location, then lead your people to mine copper ore, collect the mined ore, and store it in the territory."

Upon hearing this, Frostfang was somewhat puzzled and confused.

It said, "I know about copper ore. It's soft and can't be made into weapons, it's not edible, and it can't be used to sharpen claws and teeth. Although it's relatively rare, it's not very useful."

The monster clans of the wilderness have no idea of ​​the true uses of various metal ores.

The fact that it could recognize bronze shows that its vision far surpasses that of other wilderness monsters.

The Ser Wilderness is rich in trade routes and abundant in wealth and mineral resources, but few monster clans know how to make use of this wealth.

But that's normal.

Even the more intelligent dragons can sometimes make wrong judgments due to limitations in their own understanding.

Not to mention those ignorant monster clans.

Galos looked up at the night sky and said, "Once we re-establish contact with the caravans and get back on the trade routes with the southern countries, these copper mines will show their true value."

Frosttooth nodded, a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

What is the true value of these copper mines?

The young shaman was filled with a thirst for knowledge about all things, but seeing that Garus had no intention of explaining, it dared not press the matter.

Galos took to the air and turned back towards Crescent Valley.

After Frostfang and the werewolf warriors marked the location, they left a few strong warriors to guard it before returning to Crescent Valley.

(End of this chapter)