Chapter 128 Garos: My strength comes entirely from myself

"Only a life-or-death battle can stimulate the awakening of the dragon's energy."

"This means that I would have to fight against powerful beings with a life level of at least 15 or even 16 before I could have a chance to awaken. It's too dangerous. I should just let nature take its course."

Galos was not in a hurry.

He has always been very patient, and as a dragon, time is on his side.

Looking at the deep crater he had created and the remains of the Behemoth inside, Garus flapped his wings and descended towards the bottom of the crater.

As the Iron Dragon Sorog landed at the edge of the crater, he saw Garros using his claws to pick up half of a Behemoth's fang.

The icy, crystal-like material shimmered with golden light from the residual heat of the lightning strike, creating a bizarre contrast with the scorched blue beast blood scattered on the ground.

At the same time, a bright white lightning bolt pierced through the clouds, illuminating the sky and sea, and imprinting the silhouettes of the red iron dragon and the remains of the giant beast onto the ground. Torrential rain poured down on the battlefield, and steam rose like pale banners.

"Golden lightning."

It stared at Garos, its gaze seemingly trying to pierce through the black and red scales to see the lightning and flames that had just pierced the heavens and earth.

"When did you acquire this power?"

Sorog asked, his voice a little hoarse.

It witnessed the entire battle between Garos and the Frost Behemoth. When it saw Garos's scales shatter, Sorog's heart leaped into its throat, and it almost couldn't resist the urge to intervene. However, just as it was about to lend a hand, it saw Garos's body flash with intense lightning, and then the situation suddenly reversed.

Galos caught the falling raindrops with the back of its paws, watching the droplets vaporize in the residual heat of its body.

“I practice inside the clouds during every thunderstorm.”

"It's only today that it's truly and completely released."

He said it slowly and deliberately.

Iron Dragon fell silent, recalling that for the past three years, Garos had indeed disappeared for several hours whenever there was a heavy rain.

But who could have imagined that he was being struck by lightning high in the clouds? Unless it was a blue dragon, other dragons would be injured to some extent if they were attacked by lightning.

"How about I give it a try?"

"Learn from Galus to attract lightning strikes from inside the clouds."

"What if I can awaken a skill similar to his?"

Iron Dragon Sorog looked up at the dark clouds covering the sky, his gaze sweeping over the lightning flashing within them, and the thought began to form in his mind.

Although it is keen on managing its territory and its retinue, it also reveres power and desires strength.

Galos saw through Iron Dragon's thoughts.

"You'd better not do anything reckless."

He cautioned, "The golden lightning I unleashed doesn't belong to the Iron Dragon bloodline; I was only able to master it by chance."

Upon hearing Garos's words, Iron Dragon nodded.

But judging from its inattentive look, it probably didn't listen.

Galos did not try to persuade him further.

If it gets struck by lightning a few times, suffering serious injuries but gaining nothing, it will probably realize that some things ultimately need to be tried personally.

"There are still quite a few Behemoth remains."

Galos said, "Its bones and claws, these hard things can be used to make weapons and armor, and its flesh also contains extremely high energy. Let the servants come and collect them, sort and recycle the Behemoth remains."

This Frostbeacon.

Its overall level is not much different from that of Diamond Giant.

Three years ago, Galos defeated the Diamond Giant by devising a strategy in advance, and he himself was seriously injured in the attack that exceeded his limits, only one step away from being seriously wounded.

Now, three years from now.

His battle with the Frost Behemoth was almost entirely head-on, relying mainly on direct combat without using any cunning. After defeating the Frost Behemoth, Garos himself was almost unharmed, only expending some energy.

It's a bit of a pity.

The remains of the Frost Behemoth are not of much value and cannot be compared to those of the Diamond Giant.

Thinking about it carefully, it makes sense. It was originally created for combat, and if the remains of a dead creature were valuable, there would be a risk of it falling into enemy hands.

The iron dragon Sorog ran its claws across its neck and pulled out a communication stone from under a dragon scale.

Almost all the leaders of the Ironforge clan now possess this item.

In the past, due to the lack of corresponding magical means, they would have had to run back to their territory to personally inform their families. But now, that's no longer necessary. The trade channels with the south have provided the Ironforge Clan with many convenient alchemical tools.

Iron Dragon used the communication stone to issue orders to his family members at the Shattered Stone Camp.

They will soon come over to dismember and sort the remains of the Frost Behemoth.

"While you were fighting the Frost Behemoth, I was constantly on guard around to prevent any frost giants from lying in ambush."

Iron Dragon said, "But even until Behemoth died, I did not find any trace of the existence of any frost giants or other giants."

It looked north with some confusion.

"How did this Behemoth end up alone and wander here by itself?"

Galus flapped his wings and flew back into the sky.

He looked north, his gaze piercing through the thick rain curtain, and saw the vast, turbulent Estonian River. Beyond the Estonian River, after crossing a stretch of the Serbian wilderness and passing the border, he would gradually reach the permafrost tundra.

"Set up more outposts between the scree slopes and the Estonian River."

"Garos said."

The exact origin of the Frost Behemoth is unknown.

This is a potential risk.

However, due to a lack of information and the impossibility of exploring the permafrost tundra because of this matter, Garus did not intend to investigate further. Setting up more outposts in this area to guard against unforeseen circumstances would be sufficient.

If anything else happens after that.

We can only deal with whatever comes our way.

Iron Dragon shared a similar thought with Garos. It nodded and said, "Creatures from the permafrost tundra usually don't get here. The appearance of the Frost Behemoth may just be an accident. However, in any case, we do need more sentries here."

Galos pondered for a moment and said, "The Nick caravan is coming soon to the permafrost tundra. We can ask them for information about the permafrost tundra. These people have very good eyes and ears and are always very sensitive to all kinds of unusual news."

The permafrost tundra is more barren than the Bissell Wilderness, but it also has resources unique to this region.

Things like Frost Marrow and Permafrost are not found in the Wilderness of Sel. Merchants also exist in the Permafrost Tundra in pursuit of high returns.

These trivial matters were left to Sorog.

Galos flapped its wings and soared through the sky. Instead of returning directly to the Conifer Valley, it found a barren clearing and landed, reactivating its supercharged state.

In this state, he began to engage in high-intensity anaerobic exercise.

The intense workload is a drawback, but in Garros' case, it can be seen as a way to achieve better training results.

The awakening of dragon energy is currently out of the question.

Therefore, maximizing one's physical fitness stats can, to some extent, extend the duration of the high-energy state.

Enveloped in dazzling golden lightning, Garus seemed to have transformed into a 'golden dragon,' darting and leaping across the area, piercing mountains and shattering the earth.

Galos stopped when the lightning on his body began to flicker and his breathing became heavy and labored.

The torrential rain washed over his body, which was perched on the ground, and golden arcs of electricity flickered between the gaps in his scales.

He looked down at his slightly trembling claws and arms.

Tiny golden sparks of electricity were moving between the muscle fibers, like countless hammers striking each muscle bundle, trying to squeeze out more potential and power.

Galus in a state of high spirits.

Shining, wild, gorgeous, dazzling.

But beneath this surface lies a stinging sensation with every breath, as if carried by an electric arc, which is proof that muscle fibers are being torn apart and reassembled.

Over the years, the sun has risen and the moon has set, and time has flown by.

Many things have changed.

The only constant was that Galos never slacked off.

Talent doesn't automatically grant him a strong physique.

Black oil and scale powder are merely auxiliary substances. The reason for his strength lies in the tireless accumulation day and night.

His true power was never a gift of talent, but rather the product of crushing talent and reforging it with flesh and blood.

After resting for a while to calm down, Galos's breathing became steady.

He took a deep breath, inhaling a massive amount of air mixed with wind and rain into his lungs. Then, strands of golden lightning shot out from the gaps in his scales, beginning another round of training.

(End of this chapter)