Chapter 96 Offering Flesh and Blood and Loyalty

Garros's dragon claws sank deep into the Gluttony's chest, and he could clearly feel the beating of its heart.

Karu's black iron skin groaned under the immense pressure, a roar of resentment rumbling in his throat.

It opened its blood-red maw, its shark teeth biting down hard on Garus's dragon arm, but it felt as if it had bitten into black iron, its teeth aching from the shock of the scales.

It struggled frantically, trying to break free from Garus's suppression, but the dragon on its body was as heavy as a mountain, and its claws did not budge. Instead, as it struggled, the dragon continued to press down inch by inch, crushing its breastbone with a cracking sound.

"I will give you two choices."

Galos lowered his head and approached, his hot breath, carrying the smell of sulfur and metal, spraying onto Gluttony's face. At the same time, his dragon wings slowly rose and stretched out, the guillotine-like wing bones pressing against Gluttony's neck, drawing blood.

"The first option is death."

Galos's gaze was sharp and filled with dangerous killing intent: "I will annihilate your clan, tear apart every bone in your body, dig out your heart, and place it in my trophy vault. My heritage tells me that the heart of a Glutton can survive alone, which will serve as a perfect test."

"The second option is to surrender."

Garus pressed his dragon claws against the Glutton's head and said in a deep voice, "Become my kin and serve me. When you have accumulated enough merit, I will bestow upon you the Dragon Vein and make you a Dragon Vein Glutton. In the future, you can devour even more powerful prey and will not have to go hungry. Your clan will also flourish under my dragon wings."

The ways dragons subdue their followers can be summarized in four words.

— Coercion and enticement.

Simply coercing them will only lead to their destruction, making them vow never to surrender.

Simple bribes will only make them scoff and disregard.

However, when coercion and bribery are combined, it becomes simple, direct, brutal, and effective.

For the monster clans of the wilderness, survival is the most important thing. Only those intelligent beings living in rich lands and civilized countries would consider dignity and freedom.

The gluttonous demon gradually stopped struggling.

Under the threat of death, its furious mind calmed down considerably, and it finally realized that it was no match for Galos.

Even if the opponent abandons air superiority and comes to the ground.

They still managed to beat it so badly it was powerless to fight back.

Seven rounds of bombardment and a brutal beating made the Bone Chewers Clan and the Gluttons realize the power of Garoth.

Galos released the Gluttony Demon, which had stopped struggling, and watched it quietly, awaiting its answer.

The Gluttonous Demon staggered to his feet, then suddenly tore off a chunk of flesh from his body with his claws, before kneeling down in front of Garus.

Holding the bloody chunks of flesh in both hands, he presented them to Galos.

The Gluttonous Demon said in a gruff voice, "Eat my flesh and blood and accept my allegiance."

Offering one's own flesh and blood to the strong is the oldest ogre rite of allegiance, recorded in the Dragon Legacy, and the flesh and blood of the Gluttonous Demon is not poisonous.

Galos took the flesh and swallowed it down his throat.

Upon seeing this, the Gluttonous Demon knelt completely before him and said, "My name is Karu, King of the Bone Chewing Clan. From this moment on, I will submit to your dragon wings and become your kin."

The clan chief submitted.

The other ogres ceased their resistance and objections, kneeling around Garros and Gluttony, swearing allegiance.

"Very good, get up."

"This will be the best decision you've ever made in your life."

"Garos said."

His enticement wasn't empty talk; the Gluttony Demon had good talent and was worth undergoing dragon vein transformation, but not now.

After pledging allegiance, they will no longer be enemies.

The sense of threat emanating from Garus dissipated, and the atmosphere was no longer tense.

Karu scratched his head, unable to suppress his drooling as he looked at Galos.

After hesitating for a few seconds, it mustered its courage and said, "Dragon Lord, may I taste your flavor?"

"I don't crave flesh and blood, hmm. You should be able to shed your skin, right? Give me a piece of your claw skin, or a piece of your foot skin to taste, and I'll be satisfied."

Karu was obsessed with food and spoke his mind frankly.

Galos said calmly, "There's no skin, but you can eat some of those exploding dragon scales from before, as long as you can eat them."

Karu shook his head repeatedly.

Those bulging scales are not easy to digest.

Even with his gluttonous talent, Karu still felt a burning pain in his stomach, a consequence of forcibly swallowing the Exploding Scales, which had damaged his digestive system.

"War Lizardmen, Gnollmen, Gray-mane Werewolves."

"What is the current situation of these three monster clans? You must have clashed with them during your expansion."

"Garos asked."

The Glutton thought for a moment, then grinned and said, "The tails of the War Lizardmen are delicious. Their territory was breached by our clan, and most of them were killed or wounded. The rest scattered and fled. The flesh of the Gnolls is a bit fishy, ​​and they run very fast. When they saw our warriors approaching, they abandoned their territory. We only caught a few. We didn't encounter any Graymane Werewolves; they escaped beforehand."

Galos then asked, "Have you occupied Crescent Valley and Howling Cliff?"

The Gluttonous Demon shook his head: "Our people are limited in number. After we finished eating the leftover food in these places, we left without taking over."

After asking around for a while, Galos roughly understood the situation.

Because of their limited population, ogre clans primarily expand through savage plunder and hunting, mainly for more food, and have no intention of seizing the territories of other creature clans.

Faced with their first wave of attacks, the gnolls and gray-maned werewolves fled.

However, given the cunning and treachery of the gnolls and the importance the gray-maned werewolves place on their territory, they will likely scout out the territory afterward. If they find that the ogres have not occupied the territory, they will probably return.

Wandering in the wilderness and searching for new territory is too risky.

There is also the condition of cracked soil.

According to the Gluttons, at first caravans would come from time to time and "bring" them a lot of food, but later the amount decreased.

Galos could easily figure it out.

Due to the ogres' excessive and unplanned raiding, the Scaled Earth Rift was marked as a high-risk road, resulting in fewer caravans traveling through it.

That's not all.

There may also be garrison troops monitoring the situation of the cracked earth, posing a potential risk.

Thinking about this, Garus felt troubled and wanted to beat the Gluttonous Demon again.

Their reckless expansion disrupted their plans to establish channels and secure a stable supply of illicit oil.

But fate is so unpredictable; variables and accidents can happen at any time. The world does not revolve around Galus. Six years is enough to change many things, and it is difficult for everything to go smoothly.

Things have come to this.

Galos will find another way.

If a problem arises, then find a way to solve it; there's no need to be bothered by it.

"If the gnolls and greymane were still around, howling cliff might not exist, but Crescent Valley should have accumulated some black oil in the past few months."

He thought to himself.

Looking around, Galos saw the scorched earth he had bombed. Then, he looked away and said to the Gluttonous Demon Karu, "Rest and recuperate with your people. I will be back soon."

He paused, then added, "No more raiding of trade routes during this period. Wait for my orders."

After explaining some matters concerning the Bone Chewing Clan.

Galos soared into the sky, sweeping through the night towards Crescent Valley.

He hadn't eaten it for over six years and missed the taste of black oil terribly, hoping that some could be stored in Crescent Valley.

(End of this chapter)