Chapter 163 The White Dragon's Fury
The Garus dragon raised its wings and slammed them down like the sky collapsing.
The centaur was on edge. Her hooves stomped down, creating an airburst even before touching the ground, allowing her to change direction with lightning speed, dodging the dragon's wing strike.
A stream of blue air formed tiny, feather-like shapes and appeared at her ankles.
She flapped her wings and walked through the air, each step creating a small burst of air as she unleashed full speed. Her silver greatsword slashed at the red iron dragon time and time again, but all her attacks were intercepted by its claws.
Ding ding ding!
Sparks flew as the weapon, enhanced by wind blade magic, clashed with the dragon claw.
Elvie's sword dance created afterimages, with a fluid and graceful fighting rhythm.
But what she found incredible was that the Red Iron Dragon, with its strong and imposing body, had an almost absurd reaction speed. Its claw strikes also created a lot of afterimages. Each collision made the hybrid centaur's arms tremble violently, making it difficult for it to resist.
After yet another collision.
Elvie's wings suddenly unfurled, whipping up a gust of wind as she soared into the sky.
Immediately afterwards, she stopped high in the air, raised the giant sword above her head, and her whole body shone with an intense white light, as if she had turned into a small white sun, illuminating a patch of the night sky.
A sacred and pure aura arises spontaneously.
The intense white light began to compress and adhere to the sword's edge, eventually forming a magnificent sword light that was over ten meters long and solid.
She formed a hand seal with her left hand, creating a blue hurricane that attached itself to her wings.
She gripped the sword hilt with both hands, flapped her wings, and swooped down at top speed.
At this moment, the centaur-like hybrid transformed into a shooting star, leaving a bluish-white trail behind it as it hurtled towards Garros.
"interesting."
Galos blinked, then stood upright, supporting his body on his strong hind legs.
The sword, with its invincible blade, fell instantly, only to be precisely caught by the outstretched right claw.
The red iron dragon used its terrifying physical strength to seize the sword's edge. The collision of magic and power created a ring of air, and the ground suddenly sank and collapsed downwards.
Crack—Bang!
The sword's edge shattered, turning into pure white, rain-like fragments of light.
Elvie was thrown back by the shockwave that erupted at close range and fell heavily to the ground. When she stood up again, the light on her body had dimmed and her face had become much paler.
“Great Lord of Crimson Wings, your power amazes me, and I am willing to follow under your dragon wings.”
The centaur knelt on the ground and spoke in reverence.
She has exhausted all her skills.
Throughout the battle, Galos mostly played defensively and did not launch any fierce attacks, but even so, she was still helplessly defeated.
"You're very good."
"Garos said."
This Elvie is very young, and her life level is not as high as the previous centaur commanders, but if it really comes down to it, she is definitely much stronger than the other two centaur commanders.
Pegasus's ancestral bloodline gave her a resilient body, explosive power, and speed, while her elven blood made her proficient in magic.
Galos saw the potential of a legend in this hybrid centaur.
Of his followers, only the Dragon Vein Gluttonous Demon Karu originally had the potential to break through to the Legendary level and serve him for a long time, but now there is another hybrid human.
On the other side.
Complex emotions flickered in Silvermane's eyes.
He had never seen Elvie go all out, and always thought that Elvie was just the strongest of the younger generation, but her experience and strength were definitely weaker than his own.
To his surprise, this mixed-blood who was rejected by the clan had been hiding his strength all along.
At the same time, Sorog was even more eager to take the job.
If it had been a three-man attack, with this mixed-race man there, he might have died here.
Although he has a powerful brother as a support and reliance, Sorog is, after all, a dragon with his own dignity and does not want to have to rely on Garus to solve problems every time.
"I can't slack off anymore; I must dedicate all my free time to meditation!"
He thought to himself.
As night fell, the distant horizon turned a gradient of gray-blue.
The mist flowed across the grassland like melting ice, dampening the fur on the legs of the centaur guards.
It wasn't dawn yet, but campfires were already burning and smoke was rising in the Whitemane Clan's camp. Most of the people and horses had woken up and were starting to tan animal hides, forge weapons, or process food according to their assigned tasks, beginning a brand new day.
therefore.
When the red iron dragon soared in the sky, its majestic wings obscuring the sunlight and enveloping the camp of men and horses, it immediately provoked a fierce reaction.
The guards were on high alert, ready for battle.
They drew their bows, raised their spears, and stared intently at the uninvited guests, arrows nocked, ready to be released at any moment.
"Stop! Put down your weapons!"
Elvie and Silvermane's voices rang out.
Only then did the men notice the two commanders.
The Red Iron Dragon's appearance was too rugged and ferocious. Its body was covered with thorns, its scales were like steel, and its body was incredibly strong. All of this made the horses feel oppressed, their minds tense, and they could hardly take their eyes off it.
Compared to the white dragons I had seen before, their appearance and demeanor were all gentle and friendly, as if they were benevolent dragons.
"Commander Skywing, Commander Silvermane."
Looking at the two commanders who had landed, the centaur warriors lowered their voices and asked, "What's the situation now?"
at the same time.
The old shaman, wearing a cloak of raven feathers, stepped out of the tent, his gaze sweeping over the dragons and centaurs.
“We have already submitted to the great Crimson Wing Lord on behalf of the White Mane Clan.”
Elvie and Silvermane spoke at the same time, their expressions serious and earnest.
Those who had never witnessed Garros's power changed their expressions, and chaos broke out in the camp.
"Quiet!"
Elvie shouted sharply.
She held considerable prestige within the guards, and they gradually fell silent.
Where is Luca?
The old man suddenly spoke up and asked.
Luca, that's the name of the Iron-Helmsman.
"He died because of his own stupidity and stubbornness."
Silvermane responded.
Both leaders have made their choices, and their choices represent the future of the Whitemane Clan; there is no other way now.
I recalled my earlier premonition.
The old man was silent for a moment, then said in a hoarse voice, "Put down your weapons, everyone."
The warriors looked at each other, hesitated for a moment, and then, under the prestige of the two commanders and the shaman, slowly put down their weapons.
"The Great Lord of the Crimson Wings".
"The Whitemane Clan is willing to overcome all obstacles for you and offer you their loyalty."
The old man was the first to kneel down, followed by the two leaders, and after them, all the White Mane Clan members bent their knees.
"From this day forward, you will belong to me."
Galos's voice boomed like thunder as he declared, "You pledge your allegiance to me, and I will lead you to glory."
That concludes the discussion.
This sizable group became a member of the Ironforge clan.
Galus's influence in the borderlands was gradually growing, and this was only the beginning.
Not long after.
To the north of the border, there is a high mountain right next to the ice field. The soil and rocks on it are frozen as hard as steel, and almost nothing grows on it except for rugged, strange rocks.
Inside the dragon's nest, a cave filled with ice crystals.
After nearly twenty years of slumber, the white dragon Therese slowly opened her eyes.
She was nearly sixteen meters long, with a slender body and not particularly strong. She had no dragon horns on her head, and her snow-white dragon scales exuded a chilling aura. Although she had just awakened, her gaze was extremely cold.
White Dragon Therese entered Dragon Sleep amidst her rage.
Her anger remained undiminished, and even her icy demeanor could not extinguish it.
"Centaur! I will find you, chew your bones to pieces, and let you die in wailing and agony."
The white dragon bared its fangs and stood up from its coiled position.
After awakening, her life level increased by a full level! Now at level 13, she will surely be able to wipe out the Centaurs.
She crawled out of the cave and rushed into the sky without hesitation.
Twenty years later, the damned White Mane Clan is most likely no longer in the same place and has changed territories.
But as long as they remain in the border region, the White Dragon swore on his noble dragon blood that no matter how long it takes, he would find them, avenge them, and make them know the price of angering the dragons.
(End of this chapter)
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