Chapter 120 The True King
Sorog's pupils contracted sharply into two thin lines, and the muscles beneath his dragon scales twitched involuntarily.
"Gaga Garoth?!"
It stared at the red iron dragon in front of it, which was several times larger than itself, and stammered out syllables of disbelief.
Perhaps it was because they were too shocked.
It sounded as if it had been attacked, sharp and piercing, like the howl of a lynx, not the words of the Iron Dragon.
Opposite it, Garros raised his chin with satisfaction, spread his enormous wings of the comet, and cast a shadow that seemed to blot out the sky, completely enveloping Sorog.
"Oh, these wings that blot out the sky seem to have grown onto my body. No wonder I can't see them on you."
He smiled faintly, a hint of pleasure curving his lips.
Iron Dragon Sorog fell silent, opening his mouth as if to speak, then stopping himself, ultimately remaining speechless.
"Get up, my poor brother."
"I never imagined you would fall beneath an ogre."
Having satisfied his vanity with Sorog's reaction, Galos knew when to stop, refraining from excessive mockery and insults, thus preserving some dignity and face for his brother.
From the moment the ogres began to set foot on the gravel beach, and from the moment Iron Dragon ordered his minions to retreat while simultaneously launching a counterattack.
Galos had been silently circling in the sky, observing the battle below, but Iron Dragon was focused on the battle and did not notice his presence.
Galos had a clear understanding of Iron Dragon's strategy throughout the entire process.
It clearly understood the strengths of its own kind and the weaknesses of the ogres, and by utilizing the characteristics of both sides and taking advantage of the environment and terrain, it leveraged its own strengths and aggravated the enemy's weaknesses, thus using strategic implementation to make the weak gnolls and kobolds contend with the ogres.
They even managed to turn the tide for a time, turning a disadvantage into an advantage.
The biggest problem lies in the nature of dragons.
When Tielong was at a disadvantage, it was able to think rationally and calmly. However, after gaining the upper hand, arrogance and conceit began to grow, affecting its judgment and causing it to make the wrong choice, risk its life, and then be captured.
If Sorog could suppress his arrogance and conceit, remain calm and rational throughout, and patiently negotiate and wear down the opponent, then he would be able to succeed.
The ogre army will suffer heavy losses, and Garoth will have no choice but to appear sooner.
but.
Even Garros couldn't completely suppress the negative emotions within his dragon bloodline, so it's understandable that Sorog was affected. In Garros's eyes, Sorog's performance was acceptable.
"Iron Dragon is a natural master at managing territories and clans, and at planning strategies."
"With Sorog following me and assisting me in managing the territory, I can be freed from those trivial matters and focus more on my own training and strengthening."
This was Galos's idea.
When Garus first went to the Pebble Beach and confirmed that the Iron King was Sorog and his brother, he did not acknowledge him directly. Instead, he sent his kin to attack Sorog. This was partly to demonstrate his worthiness of following him and partly to test Sorog's abilities. Satisfying his vanity was just a side effect and not worth mentioning.
Now it seems...
Although Sorog has some flaws, it is generally usable, and it is only an eighteen-year-old dragon with a lot of room for growth.
The cannibalistic magician has broken free from binding spells.
The chains binding Sorog were also removed.
It weakly propped itself up, bared its fangs, and whispered in its defense, "I was just careless for a moment, and they were numerous and well-equipped, while my followers were no match for them. I was outnumbered."
Galos shook his head and bluntly stated, "No, it wasn't carelessness."
He pointed out Sorog's mistake directly.
"It was your arrogance that ruined you."
“You know very well that Gluttons are a species no less powerful than dragons, and Dragon Vein Gluttons need to be treated with caution.”
"But you still arrogantly believed that you could behead him, and after only a few tests you could no longer restrain yourself, but instead you were caught out and dragged to the ground."
Galos said calmly, "You should be glad you met me."
"Otherwise, you have already died from arrogance."
Sorog did not refute this statement, because Galus was telling the truth, and Galus knew it perfectly well.
It knew it shouldn't be arrogant and was consciously trying to overcome it, but sometimes, as the dragon's blood boiled within it, it forgot this.
Young Tie Long fell silent again.
It swayed its body, the intense pain making it more alert.
It looked at its majestic and imposing brother, who was no longer the cute and innocent child it was at the age of two, and asked, "Garos, are you deliberately here to mock my stupidity and weakness, to humiliate me?"
Even when Sorog was still a young dragon, he knew clearly that his brother's potential was greater than his own.
The red iron dragon, a positive hybrid, possesses talent comparable to the golden dragon.
So it tried every means to trick Galos into going with it and surviving in the wilderness together, but to its dismay, Galos was too smart, and the one- or two-year-old Galos was already completely unmoved by its tricks.
It had anticipated this at the time.
If Galus hadn't died prematurely, he probably could have grown to a higher level than himself—given the arrogance and conceit of dragons, it's quite remarkable that he would have realized this.
But what Sorog did not anticipate was...
Now, at fourteen years old and not yet adolescence, Garus has already surpassed it. His physique looks terrifyingly strong, and Sorog even felt a little fear when he first saw him.
Because of this gap and the feeling of fear.
Iron Dragon Thorog felt a strong sense of loss and resentment, even more so than the sadness of being defeated by the ogres.
It was full of ambition and had a grand plan in mind to build a dragon empire, but the reality was that it was now crawling in front of its younger brother, and it had not even been able to defeat his own kin.
Galos slowly and calmly shook his head.
“Sorrog, my dear brother, this is not a mockery, but a reminder.”
He lowered his imposing head, gazed at the young Tie Long, and said, "You are the most intelligent and ambitious Tie Long I have ever met. We share similar bloodlines, and I know you very well."
"A temporary setback will not discourage you, nor will a victory make you lose your mind."
"You will learn from your wins and losses and draw lessons from them."
"Arrogance and conceit are the biggest obstacles on your path to growth."
"But I firmly believe that you are different from other dragons; you can defeat them, and you can surpass yourself."
Every word came out of Galus's mouth.
The boy Tielong's eyes brightened slightly, and he slowly raised his drooping head, his tail swaying unconsciously.
It was completely unaware.
Galus's words are also the motivational rhetoric used in The Prince to recruit followers. In essence, they are similar to his original rhetoric, except that he transforms negative suppression into positive guidance.
final.
Red Iron Dragon grinned at his brother, who was lying in the mud, and stretched out his claws.
"Sorrog, my dear brother, I hope you can stand by my side and work with me to build a glorious dragon empire and restore the ancient glory of the dragon race. This is our shared dream, and it should be realized by both of us."
The young Tie Long was stunned.
It looked up at Garus, gazing at the face that was somewhat blurred due to the backlighting, except for the pair of eyes that shone brightly, and involuntarily felt a strong, indescribable sense of palpitation.
It wasn't fear, nor was it tension.
This was a peculiar feeling that was even more difficult to describe, leaving Tie Long's mind blank.
(End of this chapter)
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