Chapter 378 Let the blood flow like rivers, let the wilderness burn!

The Sel Wilderness, Northwest Region, is a vast clearing surrounded by sparse shrubs.

The iron dragon Sorog stood silently, raindrops shattering instantly upon landing on him, while the red dragon Samantha's vibrant scales shimmered with a fiery luster.

Beside them were the blue dragon Heriam, the red dragon Cahill, the green dragon Ludwig, and the black dragon Serafina.

Four youth dragons also gathered here.

Besides them, the three powerful lords, the Amethyst Dragon Lion, the Holy Spirit Deer, and the Phoenix, are also here, waiting for the arrival of the Iron King.

While waiting, they also whispered and communicated with each other.

"Lucy, you seem to smell especially fragrant today. Did you absorb the essence of some plant?"

Ennus, the amethyst dragon-lion, approached the Holy Spirit Deer, his nostrils twitching slightly, and asked with a chuckle, a hint of flattery in his voice.

"Hey, you lion over there whose looks are barely passable, why did you suddenly start talking? Don't you usually like to put on a cool and aloof act?"

As the phoenix Angela preened her shimmering feathers, she interrupted without any politeness.

"In front of ordinary family members and subordinates, it is necessary to maintain a certain level of authority and aloofness."

Ennus flicked his mane and said matter-of-factly, “But we are lords of equal rank, partners who fight side by side, there’s no need to put on airs all the time.”

He paused, raised his head, and added, "Of course, the Dragon Lord likes my aloof appearance. If the Dragon Lord were to arrive, you would see me silent and aloof, exuding a powerful lord's aura. That is the demeanor that the Dragon Lion Lord should have."

As he spoke, he unconsciously moved a little closer to the Holy Spirit Deer.

"Annoying lion, stay away from me."

Lucy the Holy Spirit Deer stamped her hoof and said unhappily, "Don't forget, we still have an unfinished duel!"

The amethyst dragon lion looked troubled.

"A duel... Alas, I really can't bear to hurt you."

He said sincerely, "However, out of the most basic respect for a powerful opponent, if we really have to duel, I must give it my all without holding back."

"This is really putting me in a dilemma. Why don't you give up on this idea?"

In the previous fierce battle to besiege the Mad King Gorsas, the Flower Lord Sharl unfortunately perished, his soul sealed in the Life Box. Besides Sharl, the most seriously injured was the Amethyst Dragon Lion Ennus.

He was almost halfway to death at that time.

The Holy Spirit Luluxi expended her life essence and nearly collapsed herself to pull him back from the brink of death, and then slowly healed him.

After this battle, all the hostility that the Amethyst Dragon Lion had towards the Holy Spirit Deer had vanished, replaced by strong gratitude and a deeper level of affection. It was determined to turn its enmity into friendship with her.

"Stop talking big."

The Holy Spirit Deer pawed at the ground impatiently with its forelegs, making a dull thud: "If it's a duel, I'll use these hooves to crush your head, which has only recently healed, once again."

The amethyst dragon-lion tilted its head and pondered for a few seconds before saying, "You are very determined. I can agree to a duel with you."

"But if you lose, all our past grievances will be wiped clean, how about that?"

Seeing the sincerity in the eyes of the Amethyst Dragon Lion, the Holy Spirit Deer's expression softened slightly.

She nodded and said, "Okay."

Upon hearing this, the Amethyst Dragon Lion was overjoyed and immediately said, "Haha, I'm relieved to hear that!"

"At that time, I promise I will go all out, give you the utmost respect, and show no mercy until you admit defeat or beg for mercy."

In an instant, the expression on the Holy Spirit Deer's face, which had just eased slightly, froze again at a speed visible to the naked eye.

at the same time.

Blue Dragon Heriam looked at the many powerful creatures gathered around him and asked Iron Dragon Sorog, "Lord Sorog, what is the reason for the chief to summon us all here so urgently?"

Upon hearing this, Iron Dragon Sorog's gaze slowly swept over the four teenage dragons.

"For you."

Under the intense gazes that instantly focused on him, he continued, "Or rather, it's for the dragon pack you once defected from—the Dominic Dragon Pack."

“Not long ago, this dragon flock sent a messenger to the border to meet our king.”

He spent about a minute explaining to all the creatures present the general outline of the blue dragon Zolaya's visit and the breakdown of the negotiations.

The three powerful lords did not show much emotion after hearing this.

For them, a breakdown in negotiations means a high probability of war, so they prepare for war, prepare for war, or take the initiative to attack—this is the norm for wilderness survival.

However, the four teenage dragons were not as calm as the lords.

"The Dominican swarm! Damn it! They actually dare to show up again, and they even dare to try to execute us?!"

Cahill, the red dragon, was the first to lose his temper, letting out a low roar as flames of rage burned in his dragon eyes.

"Traitors? They call us traitors?! Haha, what a ridiculous joke!"

"In that horde of dragons, they treated us like slaves, like lowly servants they could discard at will! Did they really expect our loyalty?!"

Compared to their life in the Ignas dragon herd, their time in the Dominica dragon herd was simply unbearable.

Deep down, they already considered themselves true members of the Ignas dragon herd.

As for the Dominic dragon herd, it was just a native dragon herd filled with repression and pain, which should have been abandoned long ago.

The blue dragon Heriam swung its tail, crackling between its scales and sending up tiny arcs of electricity, stirring its emotions.

He said in a deep voice, "The great Iron King is willing to fight the Dominic Dragons for us. No matter what happens, I will follow him to the death."

The King of Iron was not present at the moment, so his statement could not be heard.

But he couldn't help but express his loyalty and excitement.

To be honest, no matter how much they contribute to the tribe, given that they are currently only adolescent dragons, they cannot be considered indispensable core members in the eyes of any rational dragon leader.

If it were any other dragon herd, faced with the conditions offered by the Dominic Dragon Herd, they might have chosen to hand them over in exchange for real gold or gems to quell the conflict.

At one time, deep down, Khriam had considered leaving after the agreement expired to develop his own path.

After all, leading one's own dragonflight and becoming its lord is a dream etched deep in the souls of most blue dragons, but in the Ignath dragonflight, this is clearly impossible.

But at this moment, his thoughts completely changed.

How can leading a few weak dragons, being the lord of an unknown, struggling dragon pack, compare to following the banner of the Ignas dragon pack, following behind the Iron King Garros, to seize more victories and win greater glory?

"I swear to follow the great King of Molten Iron to the death!"

The other three teenage dragons—Cahill, Ludwig, and Serafina—also looked solemn and made their statements in unison.

Samantha, the red dragon, spewed two bursts of scorching sparks from her nostrils and said in a vicious voice, "Listen up, you little brats, being willing to follow the Ignas dragon pack wholeheartedly is the wisest choice you've ever made, and it's your honor!"

She changed the subject and continued, "But anyone can say nice things."

"Want to repay the dragons for their protection? Then prove it with concrete actions!"

Listening to the conversation between the dragons, the three powerful lords beside them also seemed to be deep in thought, and their sense of belonging and trust in the Ignas dragon pack unconsciously increased.

In any case, a dragon herd that doesn't easily abandon its members and is willing to take risks for them is definitely more worth following than a dragon herd that casually sends its members away in exchange for wealth.

Not long after.

The dark clouds in the sky were abruptly torn apart by a swift streak of light.

A burning meteor, trailing a long, dark red tail of flame, appeared in the sight of all the dragons and behemoths at incredible speed.

The King of Molten Iron brandished his giant wings, the surging flames behind him resembling a red carpet laid out for a monarch.

His speed was incredible. His figure, which was initially a small black dot on the distant horizon, became incredibly clear in just a few breaths, appearing in the sky at close range with a suffocating sense of oppression.

The red iron dragon folded its wings, reduced its diving speed, and landed steadily on the ground, stirring up a fine cloud of dust.

His body was much larger and more imposing than before, and the life force emanating from him increased significantly with his level. As soon as he landed, he instantly became the most eye-catching presence, attracting everyone's attention.

"Strong, powerful, mighty... Wow, it's been a while, and you've become even more beautiful with power."

Angela the Phoenix's eyes gleamed with admiration as she sincerely praised him.

—Although she is slightly less charming than me, who is flawless.

She silently added a sentence in her mind.

Galos nodded slightly in the direction of the phoenix, accepting the praise with equanimity.

Then, his gaze swept over the subordinates gathered around him, and without any unnecessary pleasantries, he went straight to the point: "Sorog has already told you the purpose of my summons."

"Our negotiations with the Dominican Republic have broken down, and war is inevitable."

He paused, then said with absolute certainty, "The Ironforge and the Ignas Dragonflight are about to march into the central region!"

On the way here, Iron Dragon Sorog had already relayed everything that had happened here, including the statements of several teenage dragons, to him in detail through blood ties.

Galos stopped there and turned his gaze to Iron Dragon.

He said, "Sorrog, give us a recap of the intelligence we have on the Dominican dragon swarm, and then tell us your strategic thinking."

This intelligence primarily comes from information revealed by the blue dragon Zolaya, and also incorporates the findings of the Ignas dragon pack's own exploration of the central region.

There may be some minor errors, but the overall framework and key information will not differ significantly.

Iron Dragon Sorog nodded slightly and took a step forward.

"The Dominic Dragon Horde is led by the young blue dragon, 'Thunderheart' Perest."

"Based on the available intelligence, excluding the young dragons and below, the total number of dragons in this group is thirty-five."

He explained clearly, "Among them, there are two adult blue dragons: Thunderheart Perest, the leader of the dragon pack, with a life level of 20, and his direct descendant, the blue dragon Zolaya, with a life level of 17."

"There are eight adult dragons in total, with life levels ranging from 12 to 15. Among them, blue dragons with life levels around 14 make up half of them."

"There are ten young dragons in total, most of which have a life level below 12, between 10 and 12."

"There are fifteen juvenile dragons in total, and their life levels are mostly below level 10."

Sorog concluded: "Overall, this is a large and well-established dragon colony that has been operating for hundreds of years. Its advantage lies in having a complete and considerable number of dragons of different ages."

At this point, he changed the subject and turned his gaze to his own side.

"However, compared to our Ignasaurus group, they are lacking in individual quality and advanced ecology."

Galos, a young red iron dragon, with a life level of 18.

Samantha the Red Dragon, a young Red Dragon, with a life level of 15.

Iron Dragon Sorog, young Iron Dragon, Life Level 15.

Hriam, Cahill, Ludwig, and Serafina, although they are teenage dragons, are generally above the level of their peers, and even approach the level of ordinary young dragons.

The dragons of the Ignas dragon herd are generally stronger than dragons of the same age.

"Regarding family and allies."

Sorog continued, "The Dominic Dragonflight's retinue is far inferior to our Ironforge in both quality and size."

"They lack sufficiently powerful and capable leaders among their subordinates."

He seemed to feel that his previous statement was not precise enough, so he paused briefly and changed to a more accurate description: "More specifically, the large number of juvenile dragons within their dragon herds, as well as those younger dragon members, have replaced the roles that are usually filled by powerful dependents."

"Young dragons are, in a sense, their 'leaders'."

Comparing the available data, the advantage of the Dominic Dragon Group lies in the number of mid-to-high-level dragons, especially the presence of a powerful leader with a life level of 20.

The advantage of the Ignas dragon pack lies in the higher average quality of the individual dragons, the presence of three powerful lords whose strength far surpasses that of ordinary adult dragons, and numerous formidable subordinate leaders.

Several lords also command powerful beast legions.

"It is foreseeable that in the direct confrontation on the ground battlefield, we will have an absolute advantage thanks to the strength of the lord's legion and the tribe's retinue," Sorog analyzed. "However, the enemy has a large number of dragons, and the blue dragons are born with excellent flying abilities. In the vast sky, they still have a considerable advantage."

"Don't forget me and my army of birds and beasts!"

The phoenix Angela proudly raised her long neck, flames rising around her: "We are all noble and beautiful flying creatures."

Iron Dragon Sorog turned his gaze to the Phoenix.

"Lord Angela, your bird-beast legion is indeed a powerful air force, that's undeniable. However, compared to a complete dragon horde dominated by blue dragons who are proficient in aerial combat, it is still somewhat inferior."

Even the proud phoenix would find it difficult to refute this.

Compared to dragons, ordinary eagles, birds, ferocious beasts, and monsters are far inferior.

The eyes of Iron Dragon Sorog flickered with a faint psionic light as he continued his analysis.

"The dragon has extremely high mobility and flexibility, and can quickly support any area on the battlefield that is in crisis."

"Blue dragons, as representatives of storms and lightning, have the fastest flight speed among the five dragon species, which is an innate racial advantage for them."

Under normal circumstances, among the five-colored dragons of the same life level, almost none can surpass the blue dragon in pure speed.

This conclusion remains unchanged even if the scope of comparison is expanded to include metal dragons and gem dragons.

"Considering numerous factors, my initial strategic plan for waging war against the Dominican swarm is—"

Sorog said in a deep voice: "We should assemble a large and cohesive army, choose a clear route of attack, break through head-on, force the enemy to fight us to the death, and try not to give them the opportunity to use their speed and mobility advantages to divide the battlefield and carry out guerrilla harassment."

Upon hearing this, the blue dragon Heriam immediately nodded in agreement.

Based on his own experience living in the Dominican dragon herd, he added, "Lord Sorog's judgment was very accurate."

"In past expansions and conflicts, the Dominican Dragon Swarm has been very adept at using the Blue Dragons' mobility to divide the battlefield and then concentrate its superiority to launch rapid local attacks. We should avoid falling into that passive situation."

Time slipped away quietly during the discussion.

The dragons and lords further refined the attack routes, troop deployments, legion coordination, and contingency plans for any unforeseen circumstances, all based on the core ideas proposed by the Iron Dragon Sorog.

Throughout the entire process, the King of Molten Iron stood silently to the side.

He was like a statue, simply listening quietly without interrupting or offering any opinions.

Galos was well aware of his current state. Due to the influence of the Mad Fire, overly complex strategic thinking might cause unnecessary agitation and lead to wrong judgments.

Fortunately, he entrusted the strategic planning work to his reliable blood brothers.

Sorog has always been good at these things.

After some time, the dragons and lords present reached a consensus during their discussions, which was approved by the Iron King.

"Gentlemen, prepare for war."

Finally, the Red Iron Dragon opened its massive jaws, revealing sharp dragon teeth, and slowly scanned each face with its gaze.

"I want to see the enemy's blood flow like a mighty river, ceaselessly! I want to see the Dominic dragons' territory burn fiercely under our dragon breath and fury!"

(End of this chapter)