Chapter 162 Celestial Creatures
Iron Dragon's dragon instincts drove him to want to kill the centaur leader in revenge, but having been by Garros's side for so long, he learned to restrain himself.
The power of dragons has now been demonstrated.
A living centaur leader is more valuable than a dead one.
Silvermane was slightly taken aback at first, then overjoyed and lowered his head deeply.
"Thank you for your forgiveness."
Iron Dragon looked at Garos, raised his chin, and silently showed off his growth and wisdom.
Galos smiled slightly and praised him generously, saying, "My dear brother, I thought you would kill him out of spite. Your growth is evident to the naked eye, and you are now a sight to behold."
Tie Long said, "We have similar blood in our veins, it's nothing to mention."
He feigned calmness, trying to appear emotionally detached, but unfortunately, the unconsciously raised tail behind him betrayed his current pleasant mood.
Under the velvety night sky, the Ignas brothers interrogated the Whitemane Clan about their specific circumstances.
Silvermane made no attempt to conceal anything.
He recounted the situation of the White Mane Clan in detail.
Almost all the elite troops of the assault and hunting teams are here. Those remaining in the clan are only individuals who are temporarily unable to fight due to illness or other reasons. However, in addition to the assault and hunting teams, there is also a guard team at the clan's main camp.
Silvermane believed that without the assault and hunting teams, even if the Whitemane Clan avoided becoming dragon servants, they would be severely weakened and unable to survive in the borderlands.
Since that's the case.
It's better to stick to one path and remain loyal to dragons.
Tie Long ultimately forgave himself for his actions.
Silvermane could tell that these two young dragons valued practical benefits more, which was quite different from the evil dragons he had in mind that were driven by emotions and were like ferocious beasts.
This also means that if the White Mane Clan submits, they will not be subjected to inexplicable slaughter.
in addition.
When Silvermane first fooled Iron Dragon, he was telling part of the truth.
The chaos caused by the war in the northern ice fields has also impacted the border regions, making the situation more turbulent and difficult to manage than before. Under these circumstances, following a powerful dragon is a good choice.
"lead the way."
"Garos said simply."
He dislikes procrastination.
Now that something has happened concerning the White Mane Clan, let's deal with it today.
Meanwhile, the previously captured ogres and werewolves, along with other members of the Iron Fel Regiment, remained in the area, while the other centaur warriors were stripped of their armor and weapons and guarded by the Iron Fel Regiment and the Iron Dragons.
These centaur warriors cannot be fully trusted now.
They submitted temporarily because of Galus's power, but deep down they still harbored some resistance and resentment.
Only by conquering their clans and turning their relatives, wives and children bound by blood, into part of the Ironforge clan can they be made reliable.
Galos planned to take only the badly wounded Silvermane to the Centaur clan.
He is not an evil dragon, so he will try to communicate with people verbally rather than suppress them with blood. However, if they cannot reach an agreement, he does not mind letting the centaurs experience the fighting skills of the Martial Dragon.
but.
Just as Galos was about to lift up Silvermane and take off, his gaze suddenly shifted, and he looked up at the sky.
On the edge of the night sky, a snow-white figure is breaking through the clouds.
It was a female centaur with wings on her back. The moonlight gilded her wings, making each feather shine and stand out from the crowd.
"This is the Elvie you've been talking about?"
Galos looked toward the centaur commander.
Yes, it's her.
Silvermane said in a low voice, "She is the strongest warrior among our younger generation."
A hybrid of elves, and even a return to the Pegasus bloodline, possessing a pair of Pegasus wings, is truly rare, its rarity is almost on par with that of a hybrid dragon. The Red Iron Dragon narrowed its eyes, waiting for the hybrid centaur to approach.
Elvie wore light armor and had a slender figure than a normal centaur.
She carried a longbow longer than her own height slung across her back, and gripped a silver greatsword tightly in her hand. With the flapping of her wings, her horse's hooves lightly pounded in the air as it gradually descended to the ground.
Unlike the silver mane and iron hooves.
Elvie did not intend to directly confront the young Iron Dragon.
She sensed that Tie Long's appearance was unusual, and she was more patient, wanting to find out Tie Long's background and origins by tracking him before considering her next move.
result.
Iron Hoof and Silver Mane were so eager for the position of clan leader that they made their move early, which also drew out the terrifying existence behind Iron Dragon.
When Elvie arrived, she witnessed the terrifying scene of the Red Iron Dragon crushing the centaurs, and also saw Silvermane's submission.
She intended to return to the clan first to inform them of what had happened.
However, she dared not make any rash moves lest she reveal her existence, so she lay hidden among the clouds, remaining silent.
When Elvie discovered that Red Iron Dragon wasn't even willing to wait a day and was about to grab Silvermane and head straight for the Centaur Clan, she realized she couldn't possibly be faster than him, so she had no choice but to show herself.
If the Red Iron Dragon arrives at the clan's territory first.
Based on Elvie's understanding of her fellow guards, she knew that conflict was unavoidable, and bloodshed and casualties were inevitable.
So she showed up.
"The noble dragons."
The centaur landed before Garus and bowed: "I am the captain of the Whitemane Clan's guard. I pledge my allegiance to you and accompany you to the clan to ensure that the people hold you in high esteem and awe."
She paused, head bowed, maintaining a humble demeanor, and continued, "However, in the tradition of the centaurs, surrendering without a fight is a great disgrace. I beg you to grant me a chance to challenge you."
Silvermane wanted to say something, but after glancing at Red Iron Dragon, he wisely refrained from overstepping his bounds.
Galos's gaze fell on the centaur hybrid, noticing the features that belonged to both elves and pegasi.
Pegasus are celestial beings, primarily accompanied by powerful beings such as the Seraphim. They are rarely seen in the material plane. In Galos's view, the Pegasus bloodline that Elvie reverted to is more worthy of attention than the elven hybrid.
Time passed by, bit by bit.
After scrutinizing the centaur for a few seconds, he said, "Come on, challenger."
Across from her, Elvie raised her head, revealing her exquisite and perfect face.
"Please be careful, I'm here."
She gave a reminder, and then her wings burst forth with a bluish-white light, and her four hooves lightly left the ground.
Instead of charging directly, she formed complex rune marks in the air with her left hand and then quickly swept it across the blade.
Wind Blade Enchantment!
As she stroked the blade, a bluish-green mist gradually appeared on it, producing a humming sound like harp strings when she swung it.
Elvie is a magic warrior.
Magic Warrior, as the name suggests, is a class that combines magic and combat skills. It requires extremely high talent and has a high entry threshold, which often means that it is stronger than ordinary classes.
The magic warrior uses a one-handed weapon and does not need to chant; he mainly casts spells through hand seals made with his free hand.
"A rare profession, interesting. This hybrid centaur might bring me some surprises."
Galos thought to himself, without making the first move.
The next second, the centaur suddenly swooped down and approached, its left hand still forming hand seals and casting spells.
She raised her greatsword high, moving with incredible speed, the sharp blade aimed at Galos's vital eyes.
Garros raised his claw, sweeping it across the centaur's body with immense pressure.
Bang!
The centaur was hit, its body instantly shattered, but there was no blood or flesh, only a burst of blue wind. Its true form appeared to the right rear of Garos, its greatsword slashing towards Garos's hind leg joint with a high-frequency vibrating wind blade.
But before it hit, a shadow suddenly appeared beneath Elvie, and a gust of wind pressure came from above.
(End of this chapter)
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