Chapter 184 The Third Meeting with the Crimson Silver Dragon Deborah, A New Mystery (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

The sunlight fell, casting its rays upon the ravaged and scorched earth.

With the death of Chieftain Bloodhoof, the morale of the other Tauren collapsed, as if their last bit of strength had been drained.

but.

Minotaur are inherently stubborn and obstinate; the vast majority of them continue to resist and refuse to surrender.

The Bloodhoof Clan has more than just one or two powerful leaders, such as Bloodfang Hodge, and a considerable number of units of similar strength, including two-headed ogres. There are even powerful shamans who can fight against white dragons.

If the Bloodhoof clan can be won over, the Minotaur race can be absorbed.

The size of the Ironforge clan will directly double.

However, Garros knew that relentless expansion was not always a good thing. The Iron Dragon Sorog was asleep and would also enter a dragon slumber in the next year or two.

in this case.

Without strong and effective suppression, the large minotaur tribes, even if subdued, remain a threat, and their betrayal needs to be guarded against.

and.

Galos had little interest in subduing stubborn, rebellious creatures that defied his own will; he had no penchant for showing special consideration to the unruly.

Those who defy the law should be killed directly.

Instead of wasting time on tidying up and organizing, it's better to use that time to improve yourself.

Galos, who also possesses the blood of a red dragon, has always had a decisive and ruthless nature.

"For Chief Baal! Blood for blood!"

A one-eyed warlord roared and waved the Bloodhoof tribe's banner.

A red figure descended from the sky.

Samantha's dragon claws pressed the warlord's head into the ground, and when she lifted it up, the bull's horns and skull remained in her claws. The headless corpse swayed and fell to the ground.

call!

She glanced around disdainfully and unleashed dragonfire.

The battle flag was set ablaze, burning into scattered fire butterflies.

The gluttonous demon Karu tore off the arm of one of the leaders, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it. He then crushed the skull of another minotaur with his other hand.

The dragon vein ogre's claws tore through the leather armor as easily as tearing paper, its intestines hanging from its fangs and swaying.

A minotaur centurion tried to rally his remaining troops, but as soon as he raised his horn, the massive, cold figure of the white dragon blocked out the sunlight.

—She has already killed the bull-headed giant that the white-maned shaman had transformed into.

The frost breath engulfed the centurion, freezing him into a lifelike ice sculpture, before he was smashed into countless ice shards by a cavalryman, his body shattered into pieces.

Elvie's arrows rained down, precisely targeting the warlocks and shamans.

The Ironforge clan began their harvest.

Only those who dropped their weapons and prostrated themselves on the ground to surrender were ignored.

After taking over the Bloodhoof Clan's resource points, the Ironforge Clan will need slaves to mine and do the most arduous and difficult tasks. Tauren are only slightly less strong than ogres, but they have greater endurance and would make excellent slaves.

Galos did not participate in the harvest.

Such matters can be left to family members.

Now that the Bloodhoof Clan has suffered a crushing defeat, there is no need for Garros to intervene. It is a good opportunity for the monsters of the Iron Legion to vent their fury through slaughter.

It's worth mentioning that the monsters that were slaughtering were not bears.

As instructed by Garros, they hid in a cave in Dragon Valley, guarding the slumbering Iron Dragon Sorog in case of any unforeseen events.

At the same time.

Galos did not let his guard down completely. He stood on the ground, his gaze narrowed to a thin line, scanning the sky inch by inch.

Deborah, the Copper Dragon.

No, it should now be called the Crimson Silver Dragon Deborah.

Galos hadn't forgotten about this.

He is cautious and always considers the worst-case scenario.

After learning about the encounter between the Crimson Silver Dragon and Samantha, Garus realized that he might be being targeted by Deborah again.

This little female dragon seems to have a kind of obsession with herself.

And damn luck was on the metal dragon's side. The second time, she accidentally bumped into him, and the third time, although they didn't directly encounter each other, she ran into Samantha.

"Where exactly is it hidden?"

Galos found no unusual traces in the sky and pondered to himself.

Although there was no evidence, he felt that the Crimson Silver Dragon was most likely on the battlefield. Galos originally thought that she might launch a sneak attack while he was fighting Baal, and if it were him, he would do so.

However, it didn't happen.

This made Garos a little suspicious, but he still believed that the Crimson Silver Dragon was here.

It's simply that I underestimated the moral bottom line of the Metal Dragon.

The other party may feel ashamed of such a sneak attack.

At this time.

A minotaur with bloodshot eyes, seemingly having suffered a mental breakdown, charged towards where the red iron dragon was.

"A blood debt must be paid in blood!"

The minotaur growled, its murderous intent palpable.

Garros was pondering the matter of the Crimson Silver Dragon Deborah when the minotaur approached, and he impatiently flicked his dragon tail.

Just as the dragon's tail was about to strike the minotaur.

The minotaur, who had an ordinary and unremarkable appearance, suddenly shone with a flowing light, with many runes faintly circulating within. Then, it quickly transformed into a dragon-like form that was over fifteen meters long from head to tail.

It was Deborah, the Crimson Silver Dragon.

She was very different from when we last met.

Her scales were predominantly a crimson red, but thousands of diamond-shaped silver scales were precisely arranged along her spine, wing bones, and tail vertebrae. Her newly grown silver dragon horns spiraled upwards, engraved with gilded patterns resembling snow lotus flowers.

Her tail and wings take up a larger proportion of her torso, becoming long and slender, giving her body a graceful overall appearance. The curves of her neck, spine, and tail are all just right, with her long neck and streamlined body forming a crescent-shaped arc.

After activating her silver dragon hybrid bloodline, Deborah's appearance improved dramatically, making her elegant and beautiful in the eyes of dragons.

However.

The elegant and beautiful Crimson Silver Dragon was sent flying into the sky with a casual touch from Garus Dragon's tail.

Without any restraint, she shouted exaggeratedly, "Ah—! It hurts! My bones are going to fall apart! You evil and rude Red Iron Dragon, you must compensate me for the loss of my scales! For my emotional distress! And for the stability of my flight!"

Galus was speechless.

He looked at the beautiful crimson-silver dragon tumbling in the air, seemingly mortally wounded, and the remaining battlefield ferocity was somewhat dispelled by this familiar flamboyance.

"Deborah, stop your tricks. Are you showing up now to relive the previous two endings and get beaten up again, crying as you run back to your silver dragon lair to complain to your elders?"

“I would be happy to gain another fortune from you.”

He said.

Could it be that they think they've just finished a battle and are currently weak, making this a good time to avenge their defeat?

I am a little tired.

But not to the point of weakness.

Galos's gaze swept over the Crimson Silver Dragon's near-white dragon size, but there was no fear in his eyes.

at the same time.

With an elegant flap of its wings, the Crimson Silver Dragon hovered in mid-air, bathed in the morning light and the scent of gunpowder. Its magnificent scales, with a crimson base and silver embellishments, shimmered with a beautiful halo in the sunlight.

Faced with Galos's questioning, she did not get angry, but instead smiled slyly.

"If you can answer my riddle, I won't ask for your compensation."

Then, she slightly raised her slender neck, like a poet about to recite on a stage of ruins, and clearly spoke in a deliberately elevated, melodious tone, with the unique rhythm of a silver dragon and the boastful aria of a bronze dragon:

"It takes the unextinguished fire as its fuel and the untrodden earth as its nest; when you tear the earth apart, you awaken its heartbeat, and I traverse the smoke of war just to pursue its glory."

"It gnaws at the coward's broken dream and drinks the blood from the hero's wound; it forges stars in the face of adversity and sows new buds at the end."

She paused slightly, looked at Garros, and asked, "Tell me, what is a hybrid dragon?"

(End of this chapter)