Chapter 144 Galos: It's a pity the Viscount is within the Federation's territory, making it difficult to take action.

Viscount Ironthorn stood on the scorched earth of the Conifer Valley, as drizzle slid down his armor and dripped into the soil.

His eyes were cold and resolute, as if he could no longer sense any hesitation.

"Let's begin."

He said.

The sorcerer nodded and took out a jet-black bone dagger from his robes. The blade was covered with twisted runes and gleamed with a dark red light in the rain.

The other members dispersed and stepped back, leaving an open space.

The sorcerer gestured for the viscount to extend his wrist.

Without hesitation, Viscount Ironthorn removed his arm armor, revealing his arm with bulging veins.

The sorcerer chanted obscure incantations in a low voice, the dagger trembling slightly at his fingertips, as if it were a living creature yearning for blood.

He slashed open the viscount's wrist, and blood gushed out immediately. However, instead of dripping, it was drawn by an invisible force and suspended in the air, forming a constantly rotating blood bead that absorbed the viscount's blood.

"With blood as the catalyst, with hatred as the fire..."

The sorcerer's voice became hoarse, the surrounding air seemed to freeze, the raindrops stopped in mid-air, and even the sound of the wind disappeared.

The blood droplets began to boil, and fine cracks appeared on their surface, as if something was struggling inside.

Sudden.

It suddenly exploded, turning into a scarlet, arrow-shaped mark.

"Only you can see the tracking marks. Where do they point?"

"I asked the sorcerer."

Viscount Ironthorn, his face pale, took out a bottle of blood-replenishing potion from his pocket, tilted his head back and drank it. Gradually, a little color returned to his face, and then he gazed northward.

"We now have a general direction."

"However, the wilderness is vast and fraught with danger, and it will inevitably take some twists and turns to track down the target."

The sorcerer suggested, "Why not request an army to go with us?"

Viscount Ironthorn shook his head: "The Duchy of Raymond has a very limited military presence in the wilderness, and my connections in the Duchy's military are mainly located on the border. The troops stationed here do not obey my orders, and the Federation's garrison will not care about my thoughts either."

The troops stationed at various strongholds in the Ser Wilderness, as well as the guards along the trade routes, etc.

Their mission is to guard the outposts and they will not rashly stray from their bases. In particular, the federal garrison will only be deployed for a major purge when something big happens in a certain place. It is not easy to mobilize them.

At the very least.

The three young dragons haven't yet reached the high-risk level that the Federation garrison considers a major threat and requires immediate action.

Admittedly, causing numerous casualties and attacking the mine's outposts crossed a red line, but Galos did not kill indiscriminately; the only target was the Principality of Raymond.

In this situation, although the federal garrison issued warrants for the arrest of several young dragons, they did not take it very seriously.

The wilderness garrison of the Principality of Raymond will not let this go easily, otherwise, if word gets out, more dragons or other intelligent monsters will come to rob their mines.

But now they need to assess the damage, regroup their position, deal with inquiries from higher-ups, and wait for reinforcements.

The hunt for the young dragon could not begin immediately.

But Viscount Ironthorn couldn't wait any longer.

Regardless of when the garrison would begin its operation, he first relayed the news of the young dragons in the north, and then prepared to lead the Dragon Hunting Group there ahead of time, hoping to personally avenge them.

"Then we need to be more patient and careful."

The sorcerer said, "Never underestimate the dangers of the wilderness."

at the same time.

North of the scree beach.

"Garos, aren't you overestimating those humans?"

In the drizzle, the red dragon flapped its wings and said, "We should have retreated enough to the Tempering Highlands, why do we need to continue north?"

The northern part of this area borders the permafrost tundra.

The further north you go, the lower the temperature in the air becomes, and the low temperature makes Honglong somewhat unhappy.

Galos did not answer, but looked down at the ground.

Ogres, gnolls, kobolds. These minions migrated across the ground like ants, forming long, thin streams, with the young minions in the very center, and the strong and powerful fighting units on the sides and in front and behind.

Tie Long explained to Galos, "There will definitely be a crackdown during this period, so we'd better lay low and stay away from the Thousand Serpents' Mark."

The chances of the Federation garrison chasing after them are slim, but they won't tolerate the monster clans continuing to show their faces on the trade route. Once they detect any signs of trouble, they will definitely crack down on them, unlike at the beginning when they were too lazy to waste time cleaning them up as long as they didn't cause any trouble.

This is the price we paid for overturning the table earlier.

"Then we don't need to go deep into the north."

Samantha said, "It's better to find a new territory in the wilderness and lie low for a while than to go to unfamiliar lands."

At this moment, Galos shook his head and said, "Hibernation means difficulty in obtaining resources, and our growth rate will slow down."

He said earnestly, "Remember, weakness is the greatest risk."

The small fairy dragon following among the young dragons blinked and asked in confusion, "Garos, didn't you say that time would stand beside us?"

Galos nodded and said calmly, "Yes, but we cannot retreat completely because of this, nor can we remain weak for long."

Growth and development, and dormancy and forbearance.

There needs to be a balance and trade-offs involved.

One cannot be completely biased towards one side.

In order to lie low and bide his time, Garus chose to abandon his previous territory and head north in order to grow and develop.

This was not a direction chosen haphazardly.

After careful discussion and selection, Galos and Sorog decided to choose the border area north of the Estonian River as the site for revival.

This region combines the savagery of wilderness with the disorder of tundra.

Although the Estonian River is not as prosperous as the Thousand Serpents' Scar, as a vast waterway connecting the wilderness and the tundra, countless merchant ships still stop there every year. Moreover, the garrison is mainly concentrated in places such as the dam locks, and is not part of the Thousand Serpents' Scar garrison.

Upon arriving at the border region, they became active on the waterways.

With the 'sin value' of dragons like Garus reset, there's no need to worry too much about the threat from the garrison unless they attack key locations like dam gates.

Further north along the great river, in the border region, the territory is mainly inhabited by monsters, and no legions from civilized nations are stationed there.

The young dragons no longer need to hide their claws and can appropriately reveal their existence.

The only drawback is that the adjacent land is barren, unlike the wilderness which has countless mineral resources. It is necessary to find a sustainable source of wealth first before normal trade can be carried out and resources for growth can be obtained.

After a period of communication.

Samantha knew the reason, but she still preferred the dry, scorching wilderness, except for the damned rainy season, of course.

Will we ever return to the wilderness?

It asked.

Yes, it will.

Red Iron Dragon's gaze was deep as he said, "When we are fully grown, we will return to the wilderness and remind those self-proclaimed civilized beings of the fear of being dominated by dragons."

"Yes, yes, let them know how powerful the Ignas brothers are!"

The fairy dragon stood with its hands on its hips and shouted, as if it were one of the Ignas brothers.

Next, because the army's marching speed was slow and they would occasionally encounter attacks from some savage beasts, in order to speed up the procession, Garus sent the red dragon and the iron dragon ahead to clear the way and use their dragon might to intimidate the beasts and monsters.

The retinue of the Ironforge have all stood the test of time.

Their existence greatly facilitated the lives of dragons, and their loyalty could be guaranteed through the influence of monarchical methods.

Recruiting new family members requires time to refine and cultivate them.

Unless absolutely necessary, the young dragons will not easily abandon their familiars, who are also their wealth.

Galus hovered in the highest part of the sky, taking advantage of the wide view to scan the surroundings.

In case a legion were to pursue them, he needed to ensure that he could locate the target immediately and then decide whether to flee or fight.

While flying slowly and steadily among the clouds high in the sky.

Galos turned his head and looked south, towards the territory of the Lorthern Federation.

"Unfortunately, Viscount Ironthorn, who disrupted my peaceful life, forced me to relocate, and prevented me from concentrating on my training, is in the southern part of the Federation. I don't think we can do anything to him in the short term."

Galos thought to himself that it was a pity.

(End of this chapter)