Chapter 99: Bottled Black Oil, It's So Good!

"I can see that you have the heart of a strong person."

Galos gazed at the mane of fire and spoke slowly and methodically.

"You have such keen insight!"

Zonghu raised his chin and said.

Galos spread his wings, stood up straight, his gaze became calm yet dangerous, and said in a low voice, "I've heard this saying before."

"The strong draw their swords against the stronger, and the weak swing their swords against the weaker."

Manefire didn't understand Garus's specific meaning, but it nodded in agreement, trying to appear respectful, and said, "Truly a profound statement."

Galos suddenly grinned.

"Since you agree, then challenge me and prove your strength."

He said.

Manefire paused slightly, looking at Garos's massive size and the terrifying pressure emanating from him. His breath hitched, and the smile on his wolf face became somewhat forced. He said, "You, you're joking."

Until this point.

It then realized that it had perhaps overstepped its bounds and toned down its arrogance.

Galos took a step forward and stood in front of Manefire. His strong body blocked out the moonlight, and the shadow he cast enveloped Manefire.

"So, what you just said was all a lie to fool me?"

His voice suddenly turned cold, and his eyes stared directly at Manefire, causing the young werewolf's fur to stand on end.

Still dare to get angry? Instead of kneeling down and begging for mercy.

"I dare not, please forgive me."

Zonghu knelt down and bowed his head.

Galos said expressionlessly, "I admire your courage. As long as you can leave a scar on me, you will be considered to have succeeded in your challenge and will be given the position of chieftain."

Manefire's eyes lit up, and he stood up, eager to try.

"Great Dragon Lord, I will do my best."

It stated this.

Immediately afterwards, the other werewolves scattered in panic, leaving plenty of open space.

Russell and the old shaman sighed silently, having already foreseen the reckless end of Manefire. The Dragon Lord had given it more than one chance, but it had failed to seize it.

After retreating dozens of meters, Zong Huo took a deep breath, his muscles tensing like iron.

Its hind feet dug several deep grooves in the ground, a fierce glint flashed in its eyes, and it stared straight at the dragon in front of it.

Manefire had also faced ferocious beasts larger than Garos, leaving numerous wounds on them, and successfully hunted them with the help of his own kind.

In its view, Garos, as a dragon, might be stronger than other ferocious monsters of the same size, but not by much.

At the very least, I can leave a wound on Garos.

roar--!

With a deafening howl, the muscles beneath the mane and fur bulged, and it leaped up, its hind legs unleashing astonishing power.

Its sharp claws gleamed coldly in the moonlight, aiming straight for Garus's throat.

This strike combined all its power and skill, moving so fast that it left afterimages in the air.

Galos didn't even lift an eyelid.

Snap!

With a soft sound, the dragon claw casually swung, as if swatting away an annoying flying insect.

Manefire's body paused strangely in mid-air for a moment, then flew backward at an even faster speed.

boom!

Its body crashed heavily against the rock face, causing the cliff to tremble, scattering rocks and filling the air with dust.

When the dust settled, the werewolves were horrified to find that Manefire's body was deeply embedded in the rock wall, in a twisted posture.

Galos thought that Mane Fire might have something to rely on, so he used only a small amount of power to test the waters with his first attack.

The result greatly disappointed him.

This young werewolf had no one to rely on; he was just arrogant because he was more talented than other werewolves.

He walked slowly closer and looked down to examine the mane.

Manefire's eyes were still open, its sternum was completely collapsed, and blood foam mixed with fragments of internal organs kept spilling from the corners of its mouth.

"Too weak. Your arrogance is worthless."

Galos commented calmly.

The wolf pack was deathly silent.

Frostfang's claws unconsciously gripped the ground, and it finally understood why the old shaman always said, "The dragon's might is unfathomable."

That arrogant Manefire was nothing more than a toy in front of the Dragon Lord.

Roar. The mane-like fire let out a low, unwilling roar.

A cracking sound came from its body as its badly injured body began to deform. Its fangs grew out of its mouth, and its body stretched out. In the blink of an eye, it transformed into a bloodstained giant wolf, roaring as it pounced on Garos.

Galos flicked its tail.

Bang!

The giant wolf's body exploded instantly, turning into a cloud of blood mist, its body being blasted apart in mid-air.

A few drops of warm blood splattered on the faces of the few werewolves closest to them, but they didn't even dare to wipe them off.

"Now."

Galos's voice echoed through the valley.

"Is there anyone else who wants to prove their strength?"

His response was a uniform, prostrate kneeling in worship.

Under the moonlight, the werewolves pressed their foreheads to the ground, even their breathing was extremely soft.

This is submission, and also gratitude—gratitude for having a heart of reverence.

The old shaman loosened his grip on the bone staff, a relieved smile appearing on his aged face.

"Your dragon might grows stronger every day, and now it has eclipsed the sun and moon."

It said in a flattering tone.

Russell said in a low voice, "I beg you to forgive these werewolves. They were bewitched by Manefire and had no intention of offending you. Moreover, they will be transformed into giant wolves and serve you under the command of the clan."

The werewolves it mentioned were its trusted confidants who followed Manefire, and now they were all paralyzed with fear.

Galos nodded slightly, signaling Russell to handle it.

After this little incident, Garus looked at the old shaman and Russell: "Tell me what has happened in these six years."

The old shaman now speaks unclearly and slowly.

Russell began, saying, "Shortly after you left last time, the Bonechewer clan began its brutal expansion."

It recounts the events in detail.

Because of the watchtower at the highest point of Crescent Valley, the werewolves spotted the approaching ogres immediately. They promptly abandoned their territory and fled. Later, they discovered that the ogres had left after consuming the remaining food supplies in their territory, and then returned.

The subsequent steps were taken on the scale-soil fissure channel.

Because the ogres occupied the best sections of the road and frequently raided the caravans, the werewolves of the Howling Moon Clan were no longer able to make contact with the caravans.

The good news is...

Before the rise of the ogres, the silver-tongued, cunning merchant Nick brought back a lot of black oil, which was stored in the clan's cellar. Moreover, the ogres were not interested in the inedible black oil, so there was no loss.

But there was only the first wave of black oil.

When Nick was brought to the Howling Moon Clan again, he also brought a communication stone that allowed him to contact the Howling Moon Clan remotely.

After the ogre clan seized control of the Scaled Rift Road, to prevent this trade route from being destroyed, the old shaman used a communication stone to tell Nick not to come for the next few years and to wait for further notifications.

Over six years.

Nick would inquire about the situation almost every month via the communication stone.

He was not afraid of the werewolves. On the contrary, because his trade with the werewolves had brought him great profits and given him hope of making a comeback, the merchant valued the Howling Moon Clan very much.

“My lord, a powerful leader has emerged in the Bone Chewing Clan, unlike any ordinary ogre.”

"Under its leadership, the Bone Chewing Clan is now at its zenith and developing rapidly."

Russell wanted to remind Garoth not to underestimate the Bonechewer clan.

It had heard that dragons were always very arrogant and conceited, and therefore easily targeted.

Before it could finish speaking, it opened its eyes wide and heard Garus say casually, "No need to worry, the Bone Chewer Clan has already submitted to me and is now one of the Dragon's Families."

Your dragon-like might is unparalleled!

Russell immediately offered flattery.

Six years ago, when it was still young, it didn't know this kind of rhetoric. It just stood beside the old shaman and listened to his praise and flattery. Now, as it has grown older, it has become more shrewd and has learned to flatter the dragon.

"Go, get me some black oil first."

"Garos said."

Russell nodded and soon led his people to carry over an iron barrel of black oil, weighing about fifty kilograms.

"There are a total of ten barrels of this black oil in the clan, weighing about a thousand catties in total."

Russell said.

Galos's eyes lit up, and he picked up the black oil drum.

He missed the taste of black oil so much, and the black oil directly in large barrels was much more plentiful than the oil he used to steal and refine, so he didn't have to be so careful when drinking it.

The sharp claws pried open the lid, and a pungent smell rushed into the nostrils.

He tilted his head back, opened his mouth, and poured the black oil into his mouth in large gulps.

"Soooo amazing!"

"This is the taste, this is the feeling!"

Whoosh!

Dark red flames surged from the tips of Galos's wing bones, even more powerful and turbulent than in his previous extreme state, like adding fuel to the fire. In an instant, his body transformed into a comet, breaking the sound barrier and soaring into the sky.

(End of this chapter)