Chapter 210 Galos: There's a black oil field?! We must strike hard!

After hearing what the Crimson Silver Dragon said, Garos fell silent.

At this moment, the Crimson Silver Dragon introduced him: "My grandfather, whose title is [Gilded Wings], was a pure gold dragon, a true legend, who lived in the Boiling Sea with my silver dragon grandmother."

"Once he arrives, he will wipe this abyssal rift away like dust."

Upon hearing this, Hong Tielong fell even more silent.

After a few seconds of waiting for no response, the Crimson Silver Dragon blinked and said, "Say something, do you need me to ask the elders above for help?"

Garus looked at the crimson silver dragon but did not answer directly.

He asked, "Suppose, suppose your grandfather still can't solve the problem, what would you do?"

The Crimson Silver Dragon said in a matter-of-fact tone, "What else can we do but keep asking for help from above? My grandfather has elders above him."

The older the dragon species, the stronger it is.

The Crimson Silver Dragon herself is a young dragon in her early forties, but she can summon older dragons, attacking the younger ones and then summoning the older ones, showing no martial ethics.

Unless it is an extremely chaotic and evil creature that completely disregards the consequences.

Otherwise, no other intelligent being would want to touch the metal dragon.

There are reasons for all of this.

Damn it, why can't the five-colored dragons and the iron dragons unite and protect each other like the metal dragons?

Galos never even met his red dragon father.

He couldn't imagine how wonderful his life would be if he were born a metal dragon, with layers of protection above him and strong legs to cling to. At the very least, he certainly wouldn't have to compete with goblins for resources.

“Deborah, does your grandfather want to adopt a dragon as his godson? Do you think I, a red iron hybrid dragon born evil, meet the criteria?”

Hong Tielong used jokes to mask his inner envy.

"You want to be a dragon like my father? Dream on."

The Crimson Silver Dragon rolled its eyes at Garos, then said seriously, "I can ask my father for help. He would be happy to come if he heard about the Abyss Rift."

After a slight hesitation, she continued, "However, I'm not sure what his attitude towards you is."

The Crimson Silver Dragon gazed at Garos's rugged, ferocious, strong, and imposing body, and said in a low voice, "My father was always very strict. He adhered to the principles of justice and also liked to educate evil dragons."

"He might ignore you completely, but he might also suddenly decide to arrest you and imprison you for education."

Galos shook his head and said decisively, "The Abyss Rift is not a big problem at the moment, and it can even provide me with some resources, so I won't trouble your father."

He has always abhorred risks that are beyond his control.

Although the Abyss Rift is a potential hazard, its size is considerable, and it is constantly monitored by its followers, so it won't cause too much trouble. Even if something does happen, he won't be the first to be affected.

The young silver dragon is different.

If a level 18, strong silver dragon really sets its sights on him, it will be extremely troublesome, and the consequences are unpredictable.

"Let's go, come back to Dragon Valley with me."

Garos looked at the Crimson Silver Dragon and said.

First, bind the Crimson Silver Dragon to your own camp. Metal Dragons value kinship and bonds. If Silver Dragon Frostmark really wants to attack you, it should consider its daughter's feelings.

In addition, if you are unlucky enough to encounter a terrifying enemy that is difficult to resist, having a metal dragon by your side will at least make the opponent wary.

He secretly thought to himself, preparing for the worst.

Immediately afterwards, the Crimson Silver Dragon and Garos returned to Dragon Valley together.

Just as before he fell into a deep sleep, the Crimson Silver Dragon accompanied and assisted him in various training sessions, and Garus would give the Crimson Silver Dragon puzzles or gold coins as a reward.

Time passed day by day.

The friction and conflict between the Golden Tooth Tribe and the Iron Melting Tribe over their riverside strongholds continues.

The guerrilla raids, mainly composed of elite centaurs, inflicted many losses on the goblin stronghold, but the goblins also devised ambushes and counterattacks.

Both sides traded blows, resulting in losses for both.

In comparison, the goblins, who are reluctant to abandon their strongholds and rely on golems and alchemical creations to fight, are at a greater disadvantage.

However, the goblins seemed to be enduring and waiting for something. Although they occasionally ambushed and counterattacked, their overall reaction was not intense.

And just like that, a month slipped away quietly.

collapse!

The hills covered with hardy pine trees trembled violently.

The red iron dragon and a giant black-scaled serpent wrestled and fought on the ground.

Rocks flew everywhere, the earth cracked, and giant trees collapsed. The battle between the two was like an earthquake, leaving deep ravines in the ground.

The black-scaled giant serpent was nearly fifty meters long, its slender body coiled around the red iron dragon, and every muscle fiber under its scales was as tough as steel wire.

The scales rubbed against each other, making a clanging sound, and the sparks that had just been thrown out were crushed and swallowed up by the dense cold air.

The black-scaled giant serpent tightened and contracted inch by inch, trying to strangle the red iron dragon. The sound of its muscles taut could be heard clearly from its body. However, no matter how it contracted, it could not stop the red iron dragon's heart.

The cold air continues to invade the body.

The thorns, like a forest of swords, sliced ​​through the snake's scales, like a slow, agonizing death.

The dragon's wings and tail, resembling deadly weapons, slashed and stabbed repeatedly, leaving horrific wounds deep enough to expose bone.

However, the black-scaled giant serpent seemed to have no sense of pain and little intelligence. It stubbornly contracted its body, its fangs biting into the red iron dragon's back, pouring out venom.

A few minutes later.

Click!

As the dark red flames surged, the dragon's wings, sharp as knives, fell with a ferocious force that severed everything, beheading the black-scaled giant serpent. Even in death, its serpent head remained biting Garos.

"This is the last one."

Garos removed the snake's head, thinking to himself, "The monster lord of the southwest has been completely eliminated; the last piece of the puzzle is complete."

At this point, the Ironforge tribe had completely taken over the southwest, and every inch of land there belonged to the Ironforge tribe and to Garos.

"Among the monster lords, only the white tiger has been tamed."

"The others are either like the Chimera, inherently chaotic and evil, with no thought of loyalty, or like this giant serpent, cold-blooded, ferocious, and relentlessly fighting to the death."

Galos thought to himself, "What a pity."

He picked up the black-scaled giant python and flew towards Dragon Valley.

If you can't subdue it, then nourish your body. This kind of high-grade meat isn't something Garos can eat every day.

Not long after.

Night falls.

A bonfire was lit in Dragon Valley, where an ogre chef skilled in handling meat meticulously roasted snake meat, expertly sprinkling it with various spices. The sizzling oil from the flames filled the valley with the aroma of meat and spices.

Grilled snake meat, snake meat soup, snake meat sashimi.

One snake, three ways to eat it.

Galos enjoyed the food while watching the fight ahead.

The campfire illuminated the clearing, and the lizardman Uros and the kobold Doug stood in the center of the firelight, slowly pacing and carefully examining each other.

The War Lizard Man is a giant lizard standing upright.

The name "dog-headed man" is quite different from their appearance. They are more like dragon-men and do not have canine features. They are called dog-headed men only because they lick dragons too much and most of them are relatively weak.

After Hodge the Gnoll died, the Iron Will was without a Chapter Leader.

Garos wasn't very familiar with the new generation of monsters and didn't have a favorite, so he simply adopted a selection method through combat.

The lizardmen and kobolds before my eyes.

They emerged victorious from numerous rounds of selection, becoming the final candidates and the strongest of the new generation from both tribes.

Galos tore off a piece of roasted snake meat, oil dripping down his jaw, and watched with interest as the two leaders sized each other up.

"Let's begin."

Hong Tielong's voice was deep and majestic.

The taller lizardman, Uros, was the first to attack. He flicked his tail, strode forward, and swung his battle axe at Doug. The wind pressure generated by the axe blade made the campfire flicker.

The kobold didn't take the hit head-on; instead, it crouched down, rolled away, and disappeared into the darkness.

Bang!

With a violent tremor, the ground was cleaved open by the giant axe, and a deep trench extended forward for more than ten meters, demonstrating the power of this strike.

At the same time.

Taking advantage of a lull in the Lizardman's attack, Doug silently appeared beside him. His attack was quiet and unassuming; he sneered upward with his dagger, aiming for the Lizardman's crotch.

Uros's eyelids twitched.

He leaped back to avoid it, his thick tail slapping the ground as he bounced off, then pounced on the kobold at an even faster speed.

Just then, the kobold suddenly pulled a handful of sand from his waist and threw it at Uros's face.

The warrior lizard instinctively closed his eyes, his movements slightly sluggish.

Doug seized the opportunity, and suddenly a pair of bat-like wings unfurled behind him, increasing his speed dramatically. He was as fast as a ghost, and his dagger was aimed straight for the lizardman's throat. But at the last moment, he changed his move, and the tip of the dagger lightly touched Uros's carotid artery.

"You lost."

Doug's voice was high-pitched but firm.

Uros opened his eyes and stared in disbelief at the dagger pressed against his neck.

His heavy breathing gradually subsided, and he finally slowly put down the battle axe.

"Well done, little guy."

"It's a lizardman," the warrior said in a muffled voice.

Dog-headed Doug wagged his tail and turned to look at the red iron dragon.

The firelight reflected on the dragon's scales, making him appear even more majestic and imposing.

“Uros’s power is superior.”

Red Iron Dragon said, "But Doug is better at using his brain in battle, and his victory is impeccable."

The overall skill levels of the War Lizardmen and the Kobolds are roughly equal.

However, when they clashed, the War Lizardman relentlessly attacked without any strategic thinking, while the Kobold Doug, on the other hand, understood the true essence of the Shadow Assassin, fighting with his mind, controlling the rhythm, and delivering a fatal blow at the best moment.

The advantages and disadvantages of both sides are easy to discern.

"Doug, the position of Chapter Master of the Iron Will is now yours. Do your best."

The kobold sheathed his dagger and immediately prostrated himself on the ground: "My lord, I am willing to give my life for you and fight to the death."

The campfire crackled, and sparks rose into the night sky.

The figure of Iron Dragon Sorog appeared in the sky above Dragon Valley. He circled briefly, folded his wings, and landed in front of the Red Iron Dragon.

“Garos, my dear brother, I have made a major discovery.”

He couldn't contain his excitement and said.

"What?"

"Garos asked."

Tie Long lowered his voice and said slowly, "There is a high possibility that there is a black oil field in the territory of the Golden Tooth Tribe."

Galos was slightly taken aback at first.

The next second, his breathing became heavy, his pupils suddenly contracted to thin lines, and a few sparks flew out of his nostrils.

Are you sure?!

Any field that can be called a black oil field can produce more than 10,000 tons of black oil from its smallest recoverable reserves, enough for Galus to swim in. It is an extremely valuable strategic resource.

"A high probability."

Tie Long nodded emphatically.

Black oil field, black oil field. Galos's eyes gleamed, revealing a deep longing and a hint of danger.

"Sorrog, tell me the specific details of the discovery."

Red Iron Dragon took a deep breath and said in a deep voice.

Strategic resources like black oil fields, once their existence is confirmed and there is a possibility of acquisition, must be seized with full force and absolutely cannot be missed!

(End of this chapter)