Chapter 159 Congratulations on your victory over the Iron King
"For the glory of White Mane!"
The battle cries shattered the silence of the night. As the two commanders launched their attack, all the centaur warriors drew their weapons and charged at Iron Dragon and his retinue. Spears gleamed coldly in the night.
"You despicable creatures, I'll tear you apart!"
The warriors of the Ironforge clan were taken aback for a moment, then flew into a rage and roared as they met the enemy.
The most dangerous situation was when Iron Dragon was attacked by two centaur commanders at the same time.
Sorog's pupils suddenly contracted, becoming just a thin slit.
Damn it, I was too proud and careless and got deceived. If it were Garus, he would have seen through these people's bluff.
At the critical moment.
Tie Long rolled sideways in a somewhat disheveled manner.
The silver-maned sword flashed with a cold arc of light, grazing the iron dragon's wing membrane and leaving a shocking wound. At the same time, the iron-hoofed spear pierced the iron dragon's shoulder, penetrating the hard scales and creating a deep, bone-revealing hole.
Both of their commanders were formidable.
The previous surprise attack was just the beginning. They pressed on relentlessly, launching a fierce and rapid offensive based on their initial advantage.
The spears, at tricky angles, struck like lightning at the Iron Dragon's joints, eyes, wings, throat, and other weak points, while the Iron Dragon dodged and defended.
The silver-maned greatsword, carrying immense power, slashed at him, leaving deep sword marks with each strike.
The retinue also began fighting alongside the other troops. Because they were not the main force, their formation was quickly broken up by the troops, making it difficult for them to come to the aid of the Iron Dragon. Instead, some elite troops launched an attack on the Iron Dragon, throwing out grappling hooks or hunting nets to restrict its flight and cooperating with the two commanders to besiege it.
The most troublesome are the sharpshooters among the centaurs.
Their arrows were able to pierce the Iron Dragon's scales and penetrate its flesh with extreme accuracy and skill, causing the Iron Dragon a great deal of trouble.
Sorog could feel at least five arrows lodged in his muscles, the numbing agent applied to the arrowheads spreading through his bloodstream.
"Young dragon, fall here! You will become my honor!"
Iron Hoof grinned.
This centaur commander displayed formidable combat skills at this moment. His four-meter-tall body was incredibly agile, and with each strike, his spear precisely pierced the iron dragon's eyes or wing membranes.
The anger of being deceived, and the pain that was emanating from my body.
These feelings nearly drove Iron Dragon to madness, making it want to kill the two centaurs here at all costs.
"Be patient, my brother. Remember, time is on our side."
At that moment, he remembered Galos's words.
"Calm down! Sorog, calm down! You are not a bloodthirsty beast, you are a noble and wise dragon!"
Taking a deep breath, Tie Long suppressed the surging anger within him and tried his best to calm himself down.
"We can't fight any longer. I'm not afraid of centaur commanders with higher life levels in a one-on-one fight, but I'm surrounded and controlled at every turn."
Harden your body!
Iron Dragon used a spell-like skill, a layer of dark light flashed around his body, and he stood upright.
clang!
The spear pierced his breastplate, penetrating an inch into his flesh before finally stopping. The greatsword clashed with his claws, sending sparks flying. The centaur archer's arrows clanged and clattered, causing the dark sheen on his skin to crack and dent.
They withstood the attacks of the two centaur commanders and archers, managing to buy themselves a moment of respite amidst their fierce assault.
Iron Dragon's chest swelled as he took a deep breath and then exhaled violently. Dazzling electric fire dragon breath surged from his mouth, causing Commander Ma's expression to change slightly, forcing him to dodge.
Several elite troops were caught off guard and engulfed by the dragon's breath. Their skin was torn open, and they fell to the ground, howling in pain.
Iron Dragon also broke free of the hooks and nets.
"It seems like we can fight."
Having regained a slight advantage, Tie Long subconsciously thought, "My life force is stronger than theirs, my physique can withstand massive damage, and my attacks, once they hit, can severely injure them. In the end, it's not certain who will win."
Its old problem has resurfaced.
However, this thought only lasted for a moment.
The humiliation of being captured by the ogres was still fresh in its mind, and the lesson from Garros taught it that it should not linger in battle now.
After forcing back the forces that were suppressing him, Tie Long flapped his wings and took off without hesitation, climbing higher without looking back.
Whoosh!
The spear pierced the air with a piercing whistle.
Iron Dragon moved to the side, grazing past the spears and the ensuing rain of arrows, and continued to ascend into the sky.
"Cowardly lizard!"
Silvermane raised its head and let out a long howl, taunting, "Leave all your dragon dignity and honor here, and run away with your tails between your legs."
Iron Dragon paused slightly, then continued soaring into the air without looking back.
Escape?
No.
In Galus's words, this was a strategic retreat.
Only after ascending to a height completely out of the Centaur's attack range did the Iron Dragon stop, circling and looking down at the tiny Centaurs below.
Silvermane and Ironhoof continued their insults and provocations.
They remembered that the white dragon had tried to flee after being defeated, but after being provoked, it became enraged and continued to fight. The Whitemane Clan beat it to the point of near death, and they almost succeeded in hunting the dragon.
However, what both sides found unsettling was...
The iron dragon in the sky merely watched them coldly, neither lowering its altitude nor lingering for battle.
Dragons' innate nature makes them prone to early death, but stereotypes about dragon groups, such as those held by centaurs, can backfire.
Iron Dragon said coldly, "Centaur, you will pay the price for deception and betrayal."
Leaving behind these words, Iron Dragon abandoned its camp and its retinue, flapped its wings, and gradually disappeared into the night.
"What a pity, we couldn't kill it."
“Our tribe lacks sorcerers. It’s easy to drive away dragons, but we’re always a little short of killing them.”
Iron Hoof and Silver Mane looked in the direction the young dragon had left and said.
Neither of them took the young dragon's final threat seriously.
They knew that dragons held grudges and would surely seek revenge once they grew up.
However, centaurs are naturally free-spirited and have nomadic habits, so they don't stay in one place for long. Given the growth rate of dragons, by the time the dragons return, the centaurs will no longer be there.
"Driving out the Iron Dragon and reclaiming the Gray Magnetite will resolve this incident."
The two centaur leaders exchanged a glance and said, "The position of chieftain will be chosen from between you and me."
Their gazes met sharply.
Then, they shifted their gaze to the monsters that had been wounded and captured by the centaur elites.
"Kill them all, I find the smell of these monsters repulsive."
The iron hooves, brimming with murderous intent, spoke.
"The clan needs slaves to mine, so it's best to keep them as slaves."
"Silver Mane said."
"Grey magnetite needs to be mined, but the question now is, who do you think should be in charge?"
Iron Hoof stared directly at Silver Mane and asked.
Silvermane smiled slightly, lightly flicked the heavy sword in his hand, and said, "I think I should be in charge, but I'm afraid you don't think so."
Iron Hoof picked up the spear handed to him by the men beside him and said, "Then let's solve this using the traditional methods."
The surrounding people and horses retreated, making way for the open space.
Under the moonlight, Iron Hoof and Silver Mane stood about a hundred meters apart, gazing at each other, then took steps, ran, accelerated, and charged towards each other, deciding the ownership of the gray magnetite through a duel.
As for the expelled boy, Tie Long, they had already forgotten about him.
(End of this chapter)
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