Chapter 116 Galos, My Foolish and Weak Brother

They spent the whole morning hunting and eating.

Galus's hunger was completely gone.

It is worth mentioning.

The black oil couldn't satisfy his hunger. The energy derived from the black oil was rapid and efficient, but not lasting. It could only eliminate hunger for a short time, so Galos still needed blood to nourish himself.

When he is hungry, what he needs most is normal food.

Black oil is mainly used to increase physical excitement during exercise, improve training efficiency, and recharge oneself during combat, allowing one to unleash power beyond one's own limits in a short period of time.

After the predation is over.

In the afternoon, Galos mainly focuses on exercising.

The training includes routine exercises in defense, strength, and flight, but ultimately it is targeted, using the lightning tail ring to stimulate the body and expedite the evolution of lightning.

However, the Lightning Tail Ring is primarily used for enchanting.

It's like a key that unlocked the door to Garus's lightning evolution, but the subsequent stimulating effect on Garus isn't that obvious. It's best to deal damage directly with electric-type attacks rather than striking through an enchantment.

It's sunny now, not the rainy season.

Natural lightning is difficult to draw down.

The cannibalistic magicians in the Bone Chewing Order, who wield lightning chain spells, are Garros's best sparring partners in this regard.

As dusk approached, layers of magnificent sunset clouds blanketed the sky.

Bathed in the glow of the setting sun, Garus soared across the sky and arrived at the Shattered Ridge Hills, the ogre's stronghold.

Karu is not here; he has gone out hunting with some elite troops.

"Morga, Snaga."

"Summoning the cannibalistic magicians of the Bone-Chewing Corps."

Garros looked at the two-headed ogre and said.

Morga and Snaga are its names, or more precisely, the different names of its two heads.

The simultaneous existence of two heads grants the two-headed cannibal magician the talent of dual casting, allowing him to prepare two spells at the same time, making him a terrifying monster that strikes fear into the hearts of ordinary adventurers.

But this also has its drawbacks.

Having two heads, two different thoughts, simultaneously controlling one body will inevitably bring some trouble and inconvenience.

"My lord, there is something I need to inform you of first."

"It was Morga, with his left head, who spoke first."

But before it could continue, Snaga, on the right, interrupted, saying, "The ogre forces of Quenching Highlands discovered a group of unfamiliar gnolls a few days ago."

Bang!

The left head slammed its forehead against 'its own' other head.

"Don't steal my words!"

Taking advantage of the dizziness in its right head, it hurriedly reported to Garus, as if vying for favor, "Those gnolls are loyal to another dragon."

The right head controls the right hand, clenching its fist and smashing it into the eye socket of the left head.

"It's an iron dragon, and they are loyal to it!"

It spoke up eagerly.

The left side of the head, having just taken a punch, reacted and, not to be outdone, swung its left fist to strike the right side of the head.

Bang bang bang!

The two-headed sorcerer fought himself, soon falling to the ground and rolling around, cursing and insulting the other's ancestors as he fought.

"Enough!"

When Garros's voice rang out, the two-headed warlock immediately stopped, then got up and begged Garros for forgiveness, not forgetting to belittle and shift the blame to the other head.

“Morga, tell me the whole story in detail.”

Galos pointed to the left head and said.

Morga glanced proudly at Snaga, then turned to Garros with a respectful demeanor and began to speak from the beginning: "It is like this, it was Ugo who first discovered the gnolls."

It tells the story in detail.

A minute later, Galos learned the details of what had happened.

In the northern part of the Quenching Highlands, on the scree slopes, a young iron dragon has taken over. It sent gnolls to scout the Quenching Highlands, but they were discovered by Ugo, who captured the gnoll scouts. Ugo then sent the Korra giant eagle to relay the message back to the Shattered Ridge.

With the death of the Stone Giants, the Korra Eagles now serve the Molten Iron Clan, and they are excellent scouts and messengers.

"The area north of Quenching Heights is a place I have not yet set foot in."

"I never expected that a young iron dragon would be entrenched here."

Galos narrowed his eyes and assessed the risks to the young Iron Dragon based on the information he had.

Iron Dragon is the strongest of the sub-Iron Dragons. It is slightly weaker than Red Dragon at the same age, but the difference is not significant. A typical Iron Dragon's life level in its youth is usually between 7 and 10.

If he really is just a young Tie Long.

Then there is no need to be afraid.

The question is, is he really just a young Tie Long?

Galus was skeptical of information that he had not seen with his own eyes.

"Ugo is not subtle enough; the message it sent back by the giant eagle of Korra was too brief."

"I want to go to the Quenching Highlands myself."

The gnoll captives are still in the Tempering Heights, and they will have to pass through here to scout the Pebble Beach.

"Judging by the time, Nick's caravan should be arriving soon."

"He will bring back some communication stones for me, which will make the transmission of information between clans much simpler and more convenient."

The communication stone, since its creation, has been favored by all parties and widely used in civilized countries, but it is rare in the wilderness, where most monsters do not understand the importance of information transmission.

"When Karu returns, have it lead the ogre elites to the Quenching Highlands."

After giving the command to the two-headed warlock, Garus flapped his dragon wings, soared into the sky, and disappeared into the twilight.

Watching Garos's departing figure, Morga, with his left head, snorted and said, "Foolish Snaga, I am smarter than you and more favored by the Dragon Lord."

Snaga, on the right side of his head, remained silent and returned a punch.

The two-headed ogre started fighting amongst themselves again, and the other ogres around them didn't react, clearly having become accustomed to it.

Not long after.

As dusk faded, night took its place.

As the moon rose, Garros arrived at the Tempered Highlands and landed in the ogre camp.

Ugo is directing the ogres to build dragon statues using the remains of giants.

Upon seeing Garus, it immediately knelt on one knee and said in a rough voice, "My lord, the light of your scales shines brighter than the moon."

This flattering remark was something Ugo racked his brains for over a dozen days and nights before coming up with it.

They were waiting for Karu to be away so they could offer him to Garos and please the dragon's heart.

It lost to Karu at the Holy Banquet, but it was not entirely resigned to its fate, coveting Karu's position as Legion Commander and his current identity as the Dragon Vein Glutton.

However, it lacks the power to rival Karu.

Therefore, he could only suppress this thought and pin his hopes on pleasing Garros and gaining his favor to achieve a shortcut to victory.

"Get up."

Galus looked at the statue.

The ogres didn't have much of an artistic flair; the statues they created were just rough outlines, crude and primitive, but through their strong limbs and huge, long wings, one could vaguely see the shadow of Garros.

"This is a statue being built for you."

"I have heard that humans build statues for great leaders, and you, noble and great Lord of the Crimson Wings, are the only absolutely great being in my heart. I cannot help myself and cannot wait to ask the Legion Commander for permission to build a statue for you, so that I may admire your glory day and night."

"Ugo said in a gruff voice."

Galos carefully examined the ogre for a few moments.

This burly fellow, it turns out, has his own little schemes.

It may have thought it had hidden its thoughts well, but in Garus's eyes, everything was clear; the difference in intelligence between ogres and dragons was evident.

"Hmm, not bad, I like it."

Galos responded with a single sentence.

He saw through it but didn't say anything, tacitly approving of Ugo's behavior.

The real trouble would be if all the ogres in the Bone Chewing Chapter were united and completely loyal to Karu.

After being transformed by the dragon vein, Karu is absolutely loyal to Garos and will not betray him. However, this does not mean that Karu has no thoughts of its own. It may also want more benefits or slack off and not do its job properly.

Galos can't keep personally pushing them all the time.

At this point, a potential competitor could make Karu work even better for him.

These are all knowledge from The Monarchy in the Iron Dragon Legacy.

"Bring the gnoll prisoners here; I want to interrogate them myself."

"Garos said."

Ugo nodded, then grabbed a gnoll scout by the neck and brought him before Garros.

"He is the leader of the gnoll scouts."

Ugo kicked, causing the still somewhat dazed gnoll, Haken, to kneel before Garros.

The dragon's breath was almost touching him, and Harken snapped out of his daze, trembling all over.

It glanced at Garos discreetly and found that this Crimson Wing Lord was stronger and more imposing than the Iron King to whom they served, and seemed to possess greater power.

"Now I'll ask, and you'll answer."

"Garos said."

“Great dragon, I will not hide anything from you.”

Harken put on a fawning expression and said.

The following questions could hardly be called interrogations, because the gnolls always answered Garros's questions immediately and without reservation.

Gradually.

Galos obtained more information.

for example.

Iron Dragon, a young man from the gravel beach, had only two clans under his command.

Gnolls and kobolds.

If you add goblins to that list.

They had almost assembled the 'Three Egyptian Gods' under the command of the young and weak dragons.

This basically confirms that the iron dragon is a young dragon and does not pose a significant threat to Garos.

Of all this information, one thing particularly caught Galos's attention.

"The title 'King of Iron' sounds familiar to me."

His eyes flickered, and he remained silent, memories surfacing in his mind.

"Garos! My weak little brother, let me tell you a secret: hybrid dragons never live past adolescence unless you swear allegiance to the great Iron King."

"Garos! My foolish brother, do you want treasure? Do you want to become stronger? Prostrate yourself before the great Iron King, and you can have any wish granted."

"Garos! My foolish and weak brother, you are ugly, short and weak, and you are destined to never amount to anything. Abandon the protection of the Dragon Maiden and follow the great Iron King. If we brothers join forces, the position of King of the Wilderness will be within our grasp under my leadership."

Similar quotes flooded Galus's memories.

They all originated from the same dragon.

—Sorog Ignas.

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