Chapter 152 Dragon Group
As dusk draped the valley in a dark blue veil, the giant wolf riders crouched low, slowly advancing along the rock walls, passing through the narrow entrance, and finally reaching the open valley floor.
The leader of the werewolves is Russell.
It was originally the chieftain of the Howling Moon Clan. After the clan was reorganized into a warband, it became the warband leader of the Crimson Iron Cavalry because it had a telepathic connection with a giant wolf mount that was the form of a mate. Its abilities surpassed those of the gnoll and war lizard knights.
Compared to a few years ago.
Russell had more gray hair and some white hair on his face.
Werewolves don't live long, and this one has passed its peak. Its condition is gradually declining, and its position as leader of the Crimson Iron Cavalry is becoming somewhat precarious.
The mission to explore the unknown valley is extremely dangerous.
But it still volunteered to lead the team into the valley.
The reason is simple: they want to show off their abilities and accumulate more merits in exchange for the opportunity to transform into a dragon vein creature. Once they become a dragon vein creature, their lifespan will increase dramatically, and they will no longer have to worry about the passage of time and the decline in their condition.
Galos collected dragon blood openly and without any attempt to hide it.
The monsters all know that the opportunity for the dragon vein transformation has arrived, and their enthusiasm has increased significantly recently. They have also begun to compete with each other openly and secretly, wanting to gain attention and opportunities.
Russell gently patted the giant wolf's neck.
The giant silver-grey wolf immediately understood, its paws silently pounding the ground, its eyes glowing with a ghostly green light in the dim twilight.
The valley interior was more bountiful than I had imagined.
The lake in the center has a leaden gray surface with gentle ripples, and the shore is littered with animal skeletons, but fresh footprints indicate that herds of reindeer often come here to drink.
Russell crouched down, running his fingertips across the hoofprints in the mud; the still-damp soil proved they had only been gone a short while.
Beneath the eastern cliff face grew a grove of white-leaved pines. The needles of these hardy trees were rich in oil, making them excellent for torches. To the werewolf knights' even greater delight, they discovered a large thicket of red berries at the edge of the pine forest. These berries could stave off hunger and could also be ground into potions to treat minor injuries.
The giant wolf riders slowly explored the valley.
Suddenly, Russell's ears perked up, and he said in a deep voice, "Be on guard!"
It heard a strange noise.
The wind carried the rustling sound of leather rubbing against rocks, and the already dim twilight was shrouded in a huge shadow.
The giant wolf riders raised their heads, their pupils shrinking sharply.
There were ten dragons!
They have dark brown skin, and even the smallest one is over eight meters long with an exceptionally large wingspan of nearly twenty meters. When spread out, it blots out the sky and casts a huge shadow on the ground. Its tail is long and thick, with a sharp, venomous stinger at the end.
Hiss!
roar!
They emerged from the caves on the western cliff face, emitting hoarse, hissing sounds, along with low growls that seemed to be squeezed from deep within their throats, and swooped down into the twilight.
The moment these dragons appeared, the giant wolf riders were thrown into disarray.
If it were other ferocious beasts, they wouldn't panic too much, since they knew very well that the powerful Dragon Lord and his brothers were circling in the sky, and they had a solid backing.
But these are dragons.
So many dragons, yet the situations are completely different!
Only Russell reacted immediately, shouting, "Don't panic! They're not real dragons! They're just a flock of flying dragons!"
It is well-versed in the clan's classic texts and has a far greater understanding of dragons than its own kind.
It recognized the dragons as wyverns.
These monsters are not true dragons; they possess a faint trace of dragon blood and are classified as sub-dragons. They are stronger than ordinary ferocious beasts and monsters, but not as powerful as true dragons.
The giant wolf riders' panicked hearts calmed down a little.
"Circular formation!"
Russell roared again.
The giant wolf riders instantly contracted, forming a defensive formation, and pointed their steel spears diagonally towards the sky.
But the dragons cunningly dispersed.
Three dragons feigned an attack from the front, while the rest flanked from the sides.
The leading bipedal wyvern was robust, with ferocious scars on its faceplate. It was about thirteen meters long and stronger than the other wyverns. Its hind feet had rough scales and sharp claws, as if they had been honed and tempered over a long period of time. Its tail was also very thick and long.
The Flying Dragon leader's sinister gaze locked onto Russell.
With a flick of its tail, the dragon pierced the air and attacked.
Russell could barely make out a blur as it raised its spear and thrust it forward, but missed. Then a sharp pain shot through its chest, and its entire body was sent flying through the air.
The remaining dragons also broke through the knights' ranks and were about to begin their slaughter.
Just then, the entire valley suddenly went dark.
A deafening sonic boom erupted, as if thunder from distant mountains had been dragged right before our eyes.
The dragons all shuddered, halting their pursuit of the giant wolf rider and looking up warily at the sky.
A crimson meteor tore through the twilight, plummeting rapidly, and then flapped its wings violently a hundred meters above the ground.
The shockwave, solid as a physical object, swept past, uprooting soil and rocks, crushing branches and tree crowns, and blowing the flying dragons about wildly.
Red Iron Dragon did not attack immediately, but hovered a hundred meters in the air, its gaze sweeping over the flock of flying dragons.
After the demonstration, he succinctly stated: "Inferior scum! Kneel down!"
The powerful dragon's might pressed down.
One by one, the dragons tucked their tails between their legs, tucked their heads in, and folded their wings to land on the ground. Then they spread their wings again, pressing their entire bodies close to the ground, to express their submission and awe.
Facing a true dragon stronger than himself.
Almost all the dragons, due to the natural suppression of their bloodline, cannot muster the will to resist and will immediately submit.
However, "almost all" does not mean "all," and there are exceptions.
Every ethnic group has its share of brave and fearless individuals.
The scarred dragon let out a defiant shriek and spoke in dragon language.
"The strong do not respect bloodlines! I only submit to those stronger than myself!"
Wyverns are intelligent species, possessing human-like intelligence, but they dislike using words when facing weaker creatures.
Its voice is rather high-pitched, its physical characteristics are female, and it is unusually strong and fierce. Moreover, it dares to bare its teeth in front of a real dragon, and is unruly.
Galus was about the same length as it, but its imposing and powerful body made it wary.
However, in its eyes, this was only one of the factors that determined the outcome. The over two-hundred-year-old dragon believed that with its honed fighting and hunting skills, it was no weaker than the young dragon in front of it.
Immediately afterwards.
Instead of retreating, the scarred dragon charged forward, fiercely attacking Garus.
Galos remained calm and waited for the attack to arrive.
He planned to subdue the other party, and the simplest and most direct way was to directly shatter their arrogance and confidence.
The Scarface Wyvern's pounce was honed with the precision of years of hunting.
When it was about ten meters away from Garros, it suddenly flipped over and its pair of thick claws tore at Garros.
Wyverns stand on their two legs, which are naturally strong and are adept at using their claws.
With its left claw aimed at Garus's wing membrane joint and its right claw aimed straight for the dragon's eye, the entire sequence of movements flowed smoothly, a deadly move honed through countless life-or-death battles.
Garus did not dodge, but instead extended his claws to meet the dragon's attack.
His claw strikes were not fast, and the trajectory seemed simple, but they passed right through the dragon's feet, and even landed on the dragon's head chest, making it the first target to test his fighting skills.
Previously, Garos relied primarily on pure brute force in battle.
But now, it's a combination of strength and skill.
He can make better use of strength and speed.
Bang!
The dragon leader was struck as if by lightning. His body was like a kite with a broken string, and he stumbled backward and crashed into the mountain wall, creating dents and spiderweb-like cracks.
Scarfaced Dragon vomited a mouthful of sour blood, but still roared and pounced again.
This time, it used its tail whip to sweep horizontally, its thick dragon tail tearing through the air and aiming straight for Garus's neck.
The poisonous stinger pierced Garus's eyeball.
But when it gets a few inches from the eyeball, it becomes very difficult to advance any further.
Garros gripped the dragon's tail in his hand. Its tail struggled like a giant python, but it could not escape the grip of the red iron dragon's claws.
The flying dragon leader tried to kick Garus with its claws, but its body was out of control.
Galos grabbed its tail and spun it around in a circle.
After circling around a dozen times, he suddenly let go and slammed into the mountainside.
With a deafening roar, the rock wall was dented, and the scarred dragon was embedded in the rubble like a mural.
As it struggled to climb out, its vision was filled with the imposing and ferocious red iron dragon right in front of it.
"Submit, or die."
Galos gave a brief choice, his voice calm but leaving no room for negotiation.
Across from him, Scarface Dragon's chest heaved violently as he breathed rapidly.
The intense pain of being smashed into the rock wall made its thoughts somewhat scattered.
After regaining its senses, it saw its own twisted and deformed right paw.
Its prized hunting weapon was now drooping at an odd angle, with bluish-black blood seeping from between its scales. Its prized attack skills were worthless in front of it, and its physical attributes were not even in the same league. Despite being of similar size, it was completely unable to resist Garos's power.
Its arrogance was shattered by a direct confrontation.
"I"
A hoarse sound squeezed out of Feilong's throat.
“My name is Tasha.”
"May your throne be forged with flesh and blood, and your journey paved with bones."
It finally lowered its head, exposing its most vulnerable neck scales to Garros's claws—a gesture of complete submission from the wyvern.
This valley was officially taken over by the Ignas brothers after the dragons submitted.
(End of this chapter)
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