Chapter 132 Legendary Target, The Terrifying Twilight Dragon
Normal human legends only live for two or three hundred years. Those with the means can extend their lives through various means, whether light or dark, but the limit is only five or six hundred years. Moreover, their strength will weaken as their bodies age.
In contrast, dragons.
Once it becomes a legend.
Dragons are naturally long-lived, and this lifespan will increase by at least another thousand years. After that, they will always be at their peak. In fact, the legendary twilight dragon is at its most powerful moment in its life, and no one dares to provoke it.
Nowadays, the major empires treat the metal dragon race with great courtesy and dare not go too far in exterminating evil dragons, largely because they are wary of the twenty-four-winged golden dragon, which is in its twilight years.
In his twilight years, he is on the verge of death, but his physical functions are at their peak.
These terrifying buffs are almost fully stacked.
Even if the aging golden dragon doesn't make a move, just wandering around the airspace of certain countries is enough to terrify it, making it fear that it will be dragged down with this ancient dragon and perish together.
"Legends are the true strong ones."
"In the eyes of legendary beings, all battles below the legendary level are like chickens pecking at each other, a trivial skirmish."
Galos set himself a goal: "To become a legend within five hundred years."
This goal is not set high; in fact, it could be said to be very low.
Just like the golden dragons that Garros likes to use as a benchmark for himself, it is not too difficult for a golden dragon to become a legendary life form at the age of five hundred. Outstanding golden dragon individuals can basically become legendary within five hundred years.
Galus dislikes setting goals that are too high or unrealistic.
He likes to set low goals.
This gives him a sense of accomplishment when he achieves it ahead of schedule.
If you set a goal of achieving a legendary legacy that lasts a century, and you fail to reach it, you might not feel discouraged, but you will definitely feel a little disappointed.
Galos took a deep breath, and dazzling golden lightning erupted from his body as he entered a state of heightened arousal.
Even lying still in this position can stimulate and exercise the body.
He calmly lingered amidst the wind and rain, silently savoring the stinging sensation of lightning on his muscles, continuing to listen to the conversation between Frostfang and Nick.
It is worth mentioning here.
The old shaman of the Greymane werewolf tribe passed away naturally two years ago.
After the werewolves held a funeral for it, Frostfang inherited its will and stood in its place to continue serving Garros.
After Nick finished recounting the information he knew about the permafrost tundra, he took out waterproof paper and a pen and wrote down Frostfang's requests one by one. He checked them several times to make sure nothing was missing before carefully putting them away.
They then agreed on a time for the next transaction.
The caravan's troll slaves began loading goods onto the wagons.
Nick watched this scene from inside the tent, while Frostfang led his people to leave.
Just as they reached the tent entrance, Nick suddenly spoke up: "Wait a minute."
The werewolf warlock paused slightly, then turned to look at Nick.
"Is there anything else?"
It asked.
Nick's smile remained unchanged as he whispered, "Next time we make a deal, I want to meet that man and express my loyalty and respect to him. He gave me a new lease on life, and I am deeply grateful."
The "lord" he was referring to was clearly the behind-the-scenes leader of the Ironclad Clan.
Of course, Nick didn't know the name Ironclad Clan.
The two sides only traded along the trade route. Nick knew only a little more about the Ironforge Clan than the other merchants. He knew that the monsters of the Scaled Earth Rift were loyal to the same lord, but he did not know that these monster clans had also been integrated.
After hearing Nick's words.
Frostfang's gaze suddenly changed, becoming cold and dangerous.
Over the years, many merchants have tried to investigate Garros's identity, but they have all failed to find out. The warlock Frostfang is the one who is mainly responsible for this.
However, Nick was different from those businessmen.
Frost Fang suppressed his murderous intent and slowly said, "I cannot make this decision myself. I can only ask for your instructions and notify you through the communication stone once I have the result."
Nick nodded quickly, flashing a fawning smile.
"This is troublesome, this is troublesome."
He took out a magic gem, placed it in Frostfang's hand, and whispered, "This is a small token of my appreciation. Please accept it."
Frostfang took the gem, and then led his people to gradually disappear into the rain.
After a brief rest, the convoy resumed its journey, gradually disappearing into the distance on the cracked, muddy road.
A dozen minutes later, Iron Dragon Sorog descended from the sky, its enormous wings shielding the werewolves from the wind and rain, and landed in front of them who had not yet returned to their territory.
It's always keeping an eye on this place, just in case.
"Noble King of Iron, please accept this gem."
Frostfang offered up the gem that hadn't even warmed its mouth yet, and Iron Dragon took it without any hesitation.
Will the Dragon Lord agree to meet again?
Frosty Tooth asked.
Tie Long looked toward the trade route, his gaze somewhat somber through the rain, and said, "Not necessarily, but if we don't see them, we will terminate our trade with this caravan and find a brand new one that we can control."
Frosttooth knew how to end it.
It nodded heavily.
The drizzle continued without any sign of stopping.
Iron Dragon Sorog returned to the Tailwood Valley, folded its wings, shook off the rain, and said to Garros, "Are you planning to see that human?"
Galos nodded casually, saving Nick from certain death.
“Let him see him.” Galos’s tail swept across the ground, leaving a furrow. “Ten years of testing have proven that he is a smart man who knows how to maintain a balance between interests and loyalty.”
"Moreover, times have changed, and he can now know just how great and magnificent the object of his loyalty truly is."
Galos boasted exaggeratedly about himself and said...
Iron Dragon wanted to remind Galos not to be too arrogant, but after glancing at Galos's imposing physique, his eyelids twitched, and he said nothing more.
Galus is telling the truth.
This has nothing to do with arrogance or conceit.
After searching through his entire dragon lineage, Iron Dragon couldn't find another dragon that was as strong as Garros at the same age.
At this point, Tie Long thought for a moment and then suggested, "I want to build some taverns around the trade route and select intelligent individuals from among my family members to run them."
Galos's eyes flickered slightly.
"You're trying to gather information through these taverns?"
Tie Long nodded and said, "We are located in the wilderness, where information is scarce and backward. We can't wait until we need it or discover a problem before we want to inquire. We need better informants."
After a pause, Tie Long added, "In addition, I hope to move from behind the scenes to the forefront."
It said earnestly to Garros, "You and Samantha will remain behind the scenes, while I will stand on the stage and attract more wilderness clans to pledge allegiance as a dragon, allowing the Ironforge clan to develop even faster."
Upon hearing this, Galos shook his head.
"Now is not the right time."
He said.
Whether it's establishing a tavern or Iron Dragon stepping into the limelight.
This is all too ostentatious, tantamount to bringing the Ironforge clan into the open.
Iron Dragon is excellent at managing its territory and its followers, but it can be too impatient at times, unable to hide its ambition, and also has some of the typical dragon traits. Ultimately, the one who will determine the future and its direction is still Garus.
"Why?"
Tie Long was puzzled and asked.
Garros didn't answer directly, but instead asked, "Sorog, to whom do you think the Scaled Earth Rift belongs?"
"Of course it's us; it belongs to the Ironforge Clan."
Tie Long answered naturally.
"No, it belongs to the Lorthern Federation, you must understand that."
Galos looked south and slowly said, "The Thousand Serpents Trade Route, which crisscrosses the Ser Wilderness, was entirely opened up and created by the Lorthern Federation, both its main trunk and branches, and is guarded by a formidable garrison."
“We can trade normally with caravans on the road, even if we are recognized as the dominant force on this route, it’s fine.”
"But the premise is that we cannot stand in the open, cannot put ourselves on the stage, and cannot loudly proclaim ourselves as the masters of the scales and earth."
Galos's gaze remained calm as he continued, "Why do you think the trade route garrison of the Lorthen Federation would tolerate the monster clan's activities on the trade route?"
"Because it clings to the cracks in the rocks like lichen, it is neither obvious enough to need to be removed, yet it has practical value."
"But what if the lichen suddenly wanted to grow into a towering tree?"
Galos didn't continue, but his meaning was already clear.
Tie Long fell silent.
But I still felt a little unwilling.
"When will we be able to stand on the stage of the wilderness, on the stage of the world, without any pretense?" it asked.
Across from him, Red Iron Dragon grinned and said, "Be patient, my brother."
"Never forget who we are; time is always on our side."
(End of this chapter)
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