Chapter 119 The Reunion of the Crimson Wing Lord and the Iron King

The imposing figure leaped across the river and crushed the unfortunate gnoll over the head.

"The Dragon Vein Gluttonous Demon?!"

Sorog felt a chill run down his spine.

It was unaware of the origins of the Dragon Vein Glutton, and could not immediately understand the relationship between the Dragon Vein Glutton and the Stone Giant.

But that didn't stop Sorog from realizing that this guy was the leader of the ogres.

At this moment, the ogres caught the kobolds who were harassing the water, tore them apart, crossed the blood-stained river, and, while enduring the poisoned arrows of the gnolls, reached the other side.

Faced with a huge gap in strength.

The orders issued by Tielong had some effect, but that was all.

"retreat!"

Sorog made a decisive decision and ordered the abandonment of the beachhead.

It did not engage the Dragon Vein Gluttonous Demon in battle, but retreated with its kin. Instead of retreating in a straight line, it ran downstream along the river, using its dragon breath to interfere with and hinder the Gluttonous Demon and the cannibalistic magician.

One minute later.

Thump!

The ogre vanguard stomped his foot on the ground, and most of his calf sank in.

Unbeknownst to them, the ogres were lured to the soft, muddy area. Their heavy, tall bodies became a burden at this point, sinking deep into the mud with every step and requiring great effort to pull themselves out.

Gnolls can walk on such ground as if it were flat ground, while kobolds can burrow directly into the mud and sand to move quickly.

"Stop! Counterattack!"

Sorog gave the order concisely.

Its gnoll warriors surrounded the ogres on the muddy sands, harassing them with poisoned arrows, javelins, and spears, and using their speed and agility to launch a counterattack against the ogres who were stuck in the mud.

Watching the ogres struggle through the mud and sand in their disheveled state.

A cold smile appeared on Iron Dragon Sorog's lips, his dragon eyes burning with the illusion of victory.

It gazed at the Dragon Vein Glutton.

The target's body was mostly stuck in the mud and sand. Although it managed to break free with brute force, it was still affected and its speed became much slower.

"A mere ogre dares to oppose the great Iron King."

Sorog thought to himself.

Its original meaning was to retreat and temporarily avoid the sharp edge.

However, after gaining a certain advantage, it conceived the idea of ​​turning the tables and killing this cannibalistic army.

Giants and dragons are equally powerful creatures.

But cannibals are nothing to worry about, and even gluttons are not worth fearing.

Sorog felt that if he were to be driven back by the ogres, it would be an utter disgrace, and the great Iron King would bury all those ogres who offended him in the swamp.

Iron Dragon folded its wings and pounced straight at Karu like an arrow.

The dragon's claws aimed at the Glutton's neck.

Just as the dragon's claws were about to touch its target, the iron dragon suddenly turned, avoiding the danger from the front, and tore open the Glutton's shoulder from the side, splattering hot blood.

The first strike is a probe.

Sorog remained wary.

It locked onto the Gluttony and continued to probe its attacks, its claws and dragon breath leaving wound after wound on its body, while Sorog dodged all of the Gluttony's counterattacks.

"Slow to react, and stupid, attacking in a straightforward manner without any flexibility."

The Gluttony Demon's behavior is very much in line with the established impressions recorded in the heritage.

Sorog's arrogance was growing little by little. In order to achieve results as soon as possible, it attacked with increasing force and its defenses were weakening.

call!

Iron Dragon spread its wings, and its steel-like body once again swooped down towards Gluttony.

This time, the dragon claws aimed again at the Glutton's neck, and this time it was not a probe; the speed was faster than any of its previous attacks.

However.

Just as the dragon claw was about to touch its target.

The gluttonous demon grinned and laughed.

Its spiked upwards at an incredible angle, fierce and powerful, striking Sorog's chest and abdomen heavily. The diamond fangs pierced through his scales, leaving a hideous wound.

A heavy, excruciating pain came from below.

The iron dragon was sent flying, its body, over ten meters long, tumbling across the muddy ground, carving out long furrows.

Even worse.

As Sorog stood up, he flapped his wings, and at that very moment the two-headed sorcerer finished his incantation. A beam of acid and a beam of ice struck the iron dragon's wings precisely, as if it had been planned all along.

The acid corroded the wing membrane, while frost condensed into fragile ice crystals at the joints.

Sorog staggered, trying to take off again.

The Gluttonous Demon, having broken free from the mud and sand, hurtled towards them like a cannonball.

Thud! The spiked club struck the iron dragon's hard head squarely, smashing it into the mud and sand.

As the Gluttonous Demon tried to press its advantage, the Iron Dragon writhed wildly, roaring as its claws swept across its arms, leaving deep claw marks.

The blood-stained dragon head lowered and slammed fiercely into the Gluttony's body, smashing it through the muddy ground. The hard iron dragon horns tore open the Gluttony's chest scales, leaving a bloody mess.

But it was all in vain.

The life force of the Dragon Vein Gluttonous Demon is no less than that of dragons.

Karu confronted the Iron Dragon head-on, and with the combined fire of the warlocks, the situation quickly reversed. More ogre warriors swarmed forward, ignoring the harassment from the gnolls and kobolds, and surrounded Sorog.

After a period of time.

Sorog collapsed amidst the ogres' onslaught, utterly exhausted, his body bound and restrained by alchemical chains.

The gnolls and kobolds scattered and fled, only to be captured one after another.

"Hey, Iron Dragon, submit to the great Lord of Crimson Wings."

After the battle, Karu, leaning on his spiked club for support, stood before the battered and bruised Iron Dragon and spoke.

It was the main force attacking the young dragon, and also the target of the most counterattacks. Faced with the young iron dragon's frenzied counterattacks, the Dragon Vein Gluttonous Demon's physique ultimately paid the price of serious injury before it was able to defeat the dragon.

Sorog was somewhat stunned.

This sounds like a title for dragons, not stone giants.

"Aren't you the retinue of the stone giants?"

Sorog sensed something was wrong and struggled to ask.

"Stone giants? Oh, you mean the stone giants of the Tempering Highlands, right? They've all been wiped out by the great Crimson Wing Lord."

Knowing that the Dragon Lord was watching the battlefield from the sky, Ugo echoed the praise: "The great Crimson Winged Lord, he is the ominous star representing death, the crimson heavenly punishment, and the supreme dragon king who will rule the wilderness in the future!"

"Submit to the Lord of Crimson Wings and swear allegiance to him. This is your only chance to live."

Tie Long fell silent.

It never expected that these ogres were a dragon's kin, and that the Crimson Winged Lord they spoke of had actually wiped out the Stone Giant camp.

"Your Crimson Wing Lord is a red dragon?"

Sorog asked again.

Suddenly.

Before the cannibal could answer, a deafening roar came from high above.

Sorog instinctively raised his dragon head and saw a crimson comet tear through the clouds and fall from the sky.

No,

It was not a reddish comet.

At this distance, it could clearly see that it was a dragon with wings trailing dark red flames and a long comet-like tail!

The Lord of Crimson Wings descended with lightning speed.

The ogres wisely made way for the open space.

Boom! Just as it was about to crash into the ground, the dragon flapped its wings, stirring up a gale and a shockwave, and its body came to a steady stop, landing in front of the iron dragon Sorog.

Sorog stared intently at the Crimson Wing Lord.

It was twelve meters long, not much different from me, but it looked several times larger overall. Its huge and exaggerated, uniquely constructed wings, thick dragon scales, thick and long dragon tail, and the muscle contours that were clearly visible even through the scales combined to form an incredible shape.

At first glance.

It resembled a red dragon clad in heavy armor, incredibly strong.

Strangely, Sorog sensed a familiar aura emanating from it.

However, given the current crisis, it doesn't have time to investigate and familiarize itself with the source.

"The mighty Lord of Crimson Wings".

Sorog lowered his head, avoiding eye contact, and said in a low voice, "If I have inadvertently offended you, I am willing to pay the price of my territory and my family. Please forgive me."

Between dragons.

The defeated can escape death by submitting to the victors and paying a price.

In the absence of deep-seated hatred, dragons rarely fight to the death. The purpose of the battle is usually to teach the other a lesson and enslave the other. The victor will demand that the defeated pledge allegiance to him and serve him for a period of time, or pay a ransom that satisfies him.

If it is an enemy giant.

Sorog would rather die than surrender.

However, since they are both dragons, bowing down to each other is not unacceptable. The worst outcome is simply to submit to and be loyal to the other for a period of time.

After he finished speaking, Sorog waited for the other party's response.

A few seconds later.

It heard a slightly different voice, but it was still familiar to it.

“Raise your head and look at me carefully.”

Tie Long stared in astonishment, his eyes widening as he looked up.

The dragon's face, covered with thorns and fine scales, was unfamiliar.

But those dark eyes, that look as if they were looking at someone mentally challenged, and those features formed by the red and iron mixed blood, made Tie Long feel more and more familiar with them.

Really?

No way!

A guess vaguely surfaced in its mind, yet it felt incomprehensible and unwilling to believe it.

"Oh, Sorog, my foolish, pitiful, and weak brother."

"So it was you. I'm sorry, I thought it was another dragon. My subordinates were a bit too rough."

Galos looked down at the iron dragon, tilted his head, first expressed his apology, and then asked in confusion, "Where are your sky-covering wings? I can't see them."

(End of this chapter)