Chapter 165 Pale Wings: A Mere Young Dragon!

I don't know how much time passed.

Just as Nick felt he was about to faint, the centaurs finally stopped, and he was taken to a grassland area and to the centaur camp.

Nick was still somewhat dazed as he dismounted from the horse, until a deep, resonant voice, like that of a giant creature, rang in his ears.

"I heard you wanted to see me."

Upon hearing this, Nick jolted awake, as if he had been doused with a bucket of ice water, and his mind returned to normal.

Then he suddenly looked up and saw a gigantic beast that defied all reason.

The moonlight shattered into countless silver rays on the scales, and the thorns on the spine rose and fell like a rebellious jungle of spears and halberds with each breath.

What's most terrifying is the sense of oppression. Even when still, there's an explosive power surging beneath those bulging muscle lines. The incredibly strong body is like steel that has been forged through countless trials, and every scale is like a shield that has been tempered.

The two sides are now very close to each other.

Nick could almost see his own reflection, distorted into an ant-like black dot in his pupils.

He couldn't help but kneel down and prostrate himself on the ground, recalling the name of the young dragon that circulated in the Duchy of Raymond.

"The Great Wings of Sky Split, a malevolent star representing death."

"Your loyal and humble servant has finally had the honor of seeing your true face."

In the centaur camp, Garus looked at the merchant who was prostrate on the ground.

After scrutinizing him for a few seconds, a smile crept onto Red Iron Dragon's lips as he asked, "Wings of the Sky, Death Star—is that what humans call me?"

Nick replied, "It's a name that comes from the Duchy of Raymond; someone has put a bounty on your head."

Upon hearing that the Principality of Raymond considered him an enemy, Garos was not angered by this expected situation.

On the contrary, he nodded in satisfaction, feeling that the name was not bad.

Within the Ironforge clan, when the members praise Garus, they most often use the title of Lord of the Crimson Wings. However, this title actually originates from the clans under their command and doesn't carry much real weight.

For dragons.

Only titles that circulate within the ranks of powerful enemies are truly worthy of recognition, and such titles will spread more widely.

However, such titles are often uncontrollable and may become a laughing stock.

For example, if it were to become known that Garros was the first intelligent being to be killed, wiping out an entire goblin clan, he would likely be dubbed the "Goblin Slayer."

The title is associated with inferior beings.

To the dragon, it was as unpleasant as eating shit.

Garros doesn't care much about titles or empty honors, but having a nice-sounding title is definitely more gratifying than being called a goblin slayer or something similar.

"The Wings of Sky Splitter are alright."

"But this ominous star of death sounds too sinister."

Galos pondered this for a moment, then asked, "Any other names besides these?"

Nick thought for a moment, hesitated slightly, and then said in a low voice, "There are also names like Mineral Raiders and Golem Rippers."

These sound pretty ordinary.

Having not heard a pleasant-sounding name, Galos stopped investigating and gazed at the merchant.

"Humans are always hostile to me or full of fear and terror, yet you want to come before me. What is your purpose? Don't say it's to show your loyalty and reverence."

As he spoke, the massive, imposing body of the red iron dragon leaned slightly forward.

The shadows overwhelmingly enveloped the humans before them.

Feeling a heavy sense of oppression, Nick took a deep breath, then raised his head, his face still beaming with a smile: "Those mediocre people fear your flames, but I see the future in you."

He exclaimed in an effusive tone, “I have never seen or heard of a young dragon like you.”

"You understand the importance of trade, not reckless plunder; you know how to lie low rather than act arrogantly; you know when to bare your fangs rather than always back down."

Galos listened quietly.

The Ironclad Clan's retinue often flattered him, but most only praised his strength and power. Nick, however, flattered him in terms of wisdom, which made Garros feel a little novel and amused.

Of course, he's not like Sorog or Samantha.

These sweet words pleased him, but they couldn't change his mind.

"I am a businessman."

“I see immeasurable value in you, and I am certain that being by your side will be the most precious opportunity I have ever had in my life.”

"I want to build my own large business association, expand my family, and give my descendants a higher status. To achieve this dream, I must rely on someone, and I must hold on tightly to your leg."

"Even death cannot shake my resolve."

As he spoke, he presented a ring plated with mithril, saying, "This is a spatial artifact that I commissioned a dwarven alchemist to create. It can change size and hold many things. It is a gift I am giving to you, and I hope you will like it."

Galos took the ring.

I didn't take it with me immediately; I just accepted it first.

He looked at Nick, his gaze seemingly piercing his soul, and said calmly, "Is that all there is to it—for the family and future generations?"

Tonight is an important night for Nick.

Galos wanted an inside agent from the southern kingdoms who could bring him intelligence, transmit information, and help him build influence in the human realm in advance, rather than just engaging in trade.

At present, Nick is a good candidate.

If he passes Galos's scrutiny and judgment, he will gain more of Galos's support.

If someone's actions are purely for the sake of their family or descendants, they are not reliable.

If Galos feels it's not right, Nick will leave this human here forever, since he now knows too much.

Nick's heart skipped a beat under Galos's calm gaze.

He pondered for a few seconds, then slowly exhaled and said, "Most importantly, it's for my own sake."

He raised his face, which was already covered with many wrinkles, sighed, and said, "You know, compared with long-lived beings like you, human life is as short as a firefly. I yearn for a longer life."

He paused, then pressed his head to the ground and said earnestly, "I hope that when my body becomes old and frail, I will receive your mercy and grace, and be granted the opportunity to transform my dragon vein."

Galos scrutinized the humans before him.

"It's very difficult for you to survive the process of the dragon vein transformation."

He said it bluntly.

Nick gritted his teeth and said, "No matter what, there's always a glimmer of hope. I'll find a way to get something that can increase the success rate of the conversion, and I'm not in a hurry to convert now."

"Even if the transformation fails, my unborn child and the family I develop will still be loyal to you."

The human had barely finished speaking.

Hong Tielong suddenly raised his head, narrowed his eyes, and looked up at the sky.

A chill crept into the air, as if a cold front was sweeping in.

More importantly, he sensed the presence of dragons, like the glaciers of the polar regions, cold and savage.

Immediately afterwards, a white dragon shadow streaked across the night sky, its body surging with extremely cold air, drawing ever closer and causing a commotion among the centaurs.

"It's the Pale Wings, she's back again!"

Silver Mane's expression changed slightly, and he spoke.

The Pale Wings, a vicious dragon that was driven back by the White Mane Clan twenty years ago.

The centaurs, through feigned submission followed by a surprise attack, nearly killed the Pale Wings, but the Pale Wings also made the centaurs pay a price.

The previous patriarch of the Whitemane Clan died from severe injuries sustained in a battle with the Pale Wings, which weakened him over time.

The younger generation of Centaur warriors had only heard of the clan's glory in hunting down the White Dragon, but they were unaware of the price they had paid.

"It is the white dragon that was driven back by the White Mane Clan back then."

Garus had heard of the existence of this white dragon.

The sixteen-meter-long white dragon circled in the sky, its cold eyes fixed on the earth below. At the same time, it noticed the red iron dragon in the centaur camp and its gaze sharpened.

"Bai Lin? What brings you here?"

Garos gazed at the white dragon in the sky and asked instinctively.

The bloodline of the Red Dragon and the Iron Dragon made him instinctively call it White Scale.

Upon hearing this, the white dragon Therese, who had originally intended to inquire about the situation, instantly darkened her face. Her body emanated an even stronger, more tangible chill, and her eyes were filled with rage as she stared intently at the red iron dragon below.

Her initial goal was to take revenge on the centaurs.

But now, she has already ignored the centaurs.

Damn it! Arrogant half-dragon!

How dare this mere young dragon so disrespect the great Pale Wings!

White Dragon Therese is enraged.

At the same time, realizing that he was being influenced by stereotypes, Galos politely added a comment.

"Oh no, it's White Dragon. Sorry, I misspoke just now."

(End of this chapter)