Chapter 166 The Humiliation of the White Dragon
Therese felt she was being discriminated against.
As a white dragon, most creatures would feel fear or awe towards her, but when they encountered their own kind, the gazes from their own kind were always contemptuous and intolerable.
She originally came with the intention of seeking revenge against the centaurs.
Upon seeing the Red Iron Dragon at the Centaur camp, the powerful woman did not immediately take action.
The Red Iron Dragon's strong and imposing body, its dense and ferocious thorns, its unique and domineering wings, and its bloodline as the leader of the two dragon types all caught the White Dragon's eye, and it even had the idea of courting.
She had never seen a dragon like Garus before.
Her posture, appearance, and dignified demeanor captivated her.
As for the age gap, that's not a problem.
Dragons begin to reach sexual maturity during their adolescence.
If one is exceptionally gifted and has traversed places where dragons roam, it is common for them to be noticed by older female dragons.
Because of their admiration for power, dragons often prefer to be older and stronger members of their own kind.
However, what Bai Long didn't expect was...
The red iron dragon, whom she admired and even wanted to pursue, spoke rudely to her from the very first word, calling her Bai Lin in front of her.
In dragon culture, this is almost the most discriminatory and insulting term for a white dragon.
Therese is no ordinary white dragon; she believes she has great talent and reached level 12 upon reaching adulthood!
After the Dragon Sleep of adulthood, before she had officially entered her prime, she had already reached level 13.
This is not a level that an ordinary white dragon could reach.
Therefore, White Dragon Therese possesses her own pride and dignity.
Now that her dignity has been trampled on, shame and anger fill her heart.
To her, Hong Tielong's later changed words sounded more like a sarcastic mockery.
A mere young dragon!
How dare you be so arrogant and humiliate me!
Therese's dragon wings suddenly flapped, unfurling a wingspan of nearly thirty meters and casting a thick shadow on the ground.
"A slip of the tongue?!"
Her voice was icy as she stared at Galos and roared:
"Half-dragon, all I see in you is damned arrogance and conceit. Didn't any dragon teach you to respect dragons older and stronger than yourself?!"
Hearing the white dragon's words, Garus felt somewhat wronged.
He didn't genuinely want to insult Bai Long.
Indeed, prejudice and contempt for white dragons are deeply rooted in the bloodlines of iron and red dragons.
The two layers were stacked together, and the moment Galos saw the white dragon, he instinctively blurted out the word 'white scales,' a term with strong discriminatory connotations.
Judging from Bai Long's physique, she must be an adult, or even close to her prime.
Given Galos's personality, he actually didn't want to provoke such an adult dragon.
Although the White Dragon's reputation among the dragons is not very good.
But Garus felt that a white dragon was, after all, still a dragon.
Dragons that are over a hundred years old, approaching two hundred, likely possess some special skills and trump cards; it's best to avoid provoking them if possible.
In addition, his body was very thin compared to his, almost like a stick.
However, the sixteen-meter length was undeniably impressive, while Galus's length from head to tail was less than fourteen meters.
At first glance, the white dragon's physical attributes seem to be superior.
but.
Now that things have come to this, Galos will not back down.
In the eyes of the dragon, yielding means showing weakness, and showing weakness means being a target to be bullied. One must show appropriate toughness.
More importantly.
As for the white dragon, Garus neither discriminated against him nor held any prejudice against him.
But he also had a vague feeling that the white dragon did not pose much of a threat to him, even the white dragon in front of him that was much older than him.
The red iron dragon's thorns stood up slightly, and it said:
"I apologize, Ms. White Dragon."
He looked up and stared directly into Bai Long's cold eyes: "If you've come seeking revenge, these men are now my followers, my wealth, and I won't let you slaughter them at will."
Hearing what Hong Tielong said...
The white dragon became even angrier.
Why should the centaurs she couldn't subdue submit to the young dragon?
"The Red Dragon considers itself the king of the five dragons and looks down on all other dragons. The Iron Dragon is arrogant and thinks it is the master of dragons and should rule over all dragons."
The white dragon exhaled cold air, its back almost arched, poised to strike.
"Half-dragon, let me see what you're capable of that makes you so arrogant towards adult dragons!"
Therese's dragon wings suddenly flapped, stirring up a gale.
She swooped down, her four dragon claws tearing through the air, ice crystals condensing at the tips of her claws into sharp, icy blades that gleamed with a blinding cold light in the night.
"Let me teach you what respect is!"
The roar of the white dragon echoed across the sky.
The battle was inevitable. Garus flapped his wings and soared straight into the sky to meet the white dragon that was diving down.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the white dragon's dive left an icy blue afterimage in the sky, while Garus charged straight up against the wind pressure, like a crimson meteor shooting straight into the sky.
The moment the two dragon bodies collided, ice mist and sparks exploded, like a small meteor shower falling on the ground.
Elvie took a deep breath, took out the longbow from her back, nocked an arrow, and locked her sharp eyes on the white dragon that was circling and fighting in the sky, ready to shoot at any time.
"Wait a minute."
Silvermane's voice came softly from the side, saying, "Do not interfere rashly without the Dragon Lord's order."
Meanwhile, the battle in the night sky intensified instantly as the two dragons drew close.
White Dragon Therese stretched out her claws and lunged at Garus.
Living year-round in cold regions covered by ice crystals or permafrost, the white dragon's claws are the sharpest among the five-colored dragons. Each claw is like a meticulously crafted sword or short spear, allowing the white dragon to walk on ice as if on flat ground, and also easily piercing through the enemy's defenses, tearing off large amounts of flesh and blood.
Her body was longer and larger, and her arm span was more advantageous.
A claw covered in a layer of cold, sharp ice crystals locked onto Garos's head and slammed down.
Galus's wings flapped, and instead of retreating, it advanced.
His speed increased dramatically, his head swaying left and right with his body movements, displaying terrifying agility and dodging all of the white dragon's ferocious claw attacks.
The next second.
Its body, shorter and stronger than Bai Long's, crashed into Bai Long's arms.
The Red Iron Dragon is not as long as the White Dragon, but its limbs are all thicker than those of the White Dragon, and the iron-like muscle texture is clearly visible through its thick dragon scales.
Then, an overwhelming power emanated from the Red Iron Dragon.
The white dragon's body arched, feeling as if it had been hit by a meteor, and its body was thrown diagonally to the ground by the red iron dragon.
The other person's body was like a solid block of iron, heavy, hard, with an unusual density, and seemed to weigh more than her, carrying extremely powerful strength.
The white dragon flapped its wings in an attempt to steady itself, but it was no match for the ferocious force emanating from the red iron dragon and continued to plummet.
"If it were a level 13 red dragon, it should be able to knock me away."
Garos was somewhat surprised by the white dragon's weakness.
"My physical attributes are inferior to those of a mere level 10 dragon?!"
The humiliating fact of being suppressed by someone of a higher rank enraged Bai Long.
She shook her head, letting out a high-pitched dragon roar, not a meaningless howl, but a magical incantation that could control the elements.
Ice Wind Spell!
As the white dragon flapped its wings in a spellcasting motion, a chilling icy wind suddenly erupted from the dragon's center, sharp as a knife, spinning rapidly and slashing at Garos's body, instantly leaving dense cracks on his scales.
Sizzle!
The exploding scales, heated up by the attack, emitted intense heat, clashing against the cold wind and producing a piercing sound as they steamed white vapor. However, due to the corrosive effect of the cold, they failed to burst into flames even as the dragon scales shattered.
"My ice resistance is still not high enough."
Galos thought to himself.
Innate weaknesses are not so easy to overcome, and ice damage is still the most effective way to deal with Garus.
He felt a chill, as if his blood was about to freeze, its flow slowed, and his strength weakened.
The white dragon possessed a beast-like fighting instinct. Sensing this, she immediately flapped her wings to steady herself, and without stopping her chanting, she completed another spell.
Ice Armor!
Layers of ice crystals appeared, extending and covering her scales, as if adding an extreme ice armor to her.
Including the previous Ice Wind spell, this is not a spell-like skill that an adult white dragon can normally master, but rather magic that the white dragon has learned.
She began learning magic as an adult, specializing in ice magic that suits her attributes, and has seventy years of magical training experience.
Claws of Flames!
Flames erupted from Garus's claws, piercing through the icy winds that enveloped the white dragon, and struck its chest with lightning speed.
At the same time, the white dragon raised its claws and tore at Garus.
After a fleeting moment of intersection.
The ice armor couldn't withstand the red iron dragon's claw attacks and shattered into pieces.
Thud! The dragon claw continued to fall, and with a dull thud, the white dragon's chest scales cracked. The intense heat of the flames made her grimace and gasp for breath, leaving a charred claw mark on her snow-white chest scales.
Fire attacks deal extra damage to White Dragon.
If it weren't for the Ice Armor spell reducing some of the damage, her sternum might have been shattered.
Almost simultaneously, the white dragon's claws landed on Garos's head as desired. Garos only shook his head slightly, without even feeling dizzy. On the contrary, the white dragon felt a pain in its claws.
The thorns on Galus's face and head were unusually hard and sharp.
They pierced the white dragon's claws and then became embedded directly in them as they broke off.
"Those thorns are so hard?"
The white dragon's eyes turned fierce. It opened its mouth, stretched out its head, and bit directly at Garos's neck like a wild beast. The speed was extremely fast, and the angle was tricky, like a wild fighting technique that was close to instinct.
Galos shifted his body to the side, causing the white dragon's bite to miss.
It instinctively bit the shoulder of the red iron dragon exposed in front of it. Its fangs tore through the dragon's scales, but before it could taste the blood, its mouth and tongue were slashed by thorns, and it released its grip as if it had been electrocuted.
The distribution of spikes on Garros's body is similar to that of a normal red dragon.
It may appear denser and more rugged, but it is not something to be alarmed about.
However, due to its previous evolution, the hardness and sharpness of its thorns are beyond the comprehension of other dragons, and it can also regenerate at an ultra-high speed. Where there are thorns, it is like wearing anti-armor, and hitting it is the same as hitting yourself.
While enduring one of the white dragon's bites.
Garus raised his claws, his muscles taut like twisted steel wires, and stomped hard on the white dragon's belly, shattering its ice armor and belly scales, inflicting another injury on the white dragon.
The white dragon flew backward, and at the same time, it opened its mouth and exhaled a frosty dragon breath.
The tangible chill, carrying dense ice spikes, formed a frosty trail in the air and shot toward Garus.
Galos did not dodge.
He took a deep breath and then exhaled a fiery dragon's breath.
A torrent of flames, like magma, erupted from his mouth and met the attack head-on.
The Frosty Dragon Breath and the Blazing Dragon Breath collided and clashed, their forces clashing and hissing as the resulting white mist blotted out the sky and spread across the land.
The breath of an adult dragon should be even more powerful.
However, the frost dragon's breath was gradually swallowed up by the raging flames, and the white dragon was also being gradually forced closer.
At the critical moment, she shut her mouth, increased her height, and her claws were grazed by the blazing dragon's breath, causing a burning pain.
boom!
The red iron dragon's wings tore through the night as it charged toward the white dragon.
The two engaged in close combat once again.
The white dragon has a longer arm span and sharper claws, but she is weaker than Garus. Her attacks are insignificant to Garus, while Garus's attacks can break through her ice armor and still make her feel uncomfortable.
But the white dragon never stopped chanting.
A dozen seconds later, the last syllable of the White Dragon incantation fell, and its wings flapped, stirring up a thick, dense icy fog, thicker than white mist and mixed with ice crystal dust.
Ice Mist!
The thick fog instantly engulfed her and Galos.
All that could be seen before him was a vast expanse of white, icy mist. The chilling air emanated from all directions, making Galos feel increasingly cold, and affecting his vision and senses.
"This white dragon knows magic."
"Her talent level should be above Bai Long's average, otherwise, given Bai Long's intelligence..."
Galos instinctively wanted to belittle the white dragon again, but this time he stopped himself in time.
Underestimating one's opponent is a major taboo, and Galos did not want to underestimate them. His contempt for the White Dragon was ingrained in his instincts, which sometimes made him unable to resist.
The icy mist surged like a living thing, and the figure of the white dragon Therese appeared and disappeared within it.
She seized the moment Garros turned around, her frost-covered claws slicing across the red iron dragon's back, tearing a chilling gash in its double-layered scales, but ultimately failing to reach its flesh.
When Garus retaliated, she had already merged into the mist, leaving only a few drifting ice crystals behind.
Her voice echoed repeatedly from different directions.
“Hybrid dragon, I admit you have a uniquely gifted bloodline.”
"But the wisdom and skills I have gained over nearly two hundred years are beyond the reach of a young dragon like you."
She said cruelly and gleefully, "I will defeat you, ravage you, repeatedly humiliate you, slowly torture you, and make you pay the price for the name 'White Scale'."
Hearing this voice, Garus seemed to see the joyful smile on the white dragon's face.
He remained silent, thinking to himself that using only normal methods to deal with this white dragon with a higher life level was indeed a bit troublesome and difficult.
Adult dragons are exceptionally resilient, and white dragons are also quite skilled in ice magic.
Galos had inflicted considerable damage on her, but all of it was minor. If the fight continued like this, it would be difficult to determine a winner even by dawn.
As the battle has continued, Garus has basically figured out the White Dragon's level.
Since that's the case, there's no need to get entangled with her anymore.
Galos decided to end the battle quickly.
At this moment, the white dragon Therese stared at the boy dragon's strong body, quietly approached, and prepared to launch an attack on its hind leg joints under the cover of the ice mist.
But it had just raised its dragon claws, before it could even strike.
She suddenly heard a loud, pulsating electrical sound.
A series of crackling sounds emanated from the young dragon's body, dancing like mane between the thorns and scales, shimmering and dense. Stimulated by the current, the young dragon's muscles swelled and bulged, its already robust and sturdy body expanding even further, becoming even more imposing and powerful.
The claws barely touched the hind leg of the Shining Red Iron Dragon.
There wasn't even a chance to leave a scar.
White Dragon Therese saw the Red Iron Dragon suddenly turn around with incredible speed and grin at her. She was shocked and flapped her wings to sneak back into the icy mist. However, her neck suddenly tightened, and then her whole body sank and was forced to fall.
The scene blurred into colorful patches in my eyes.
collapse!
The earth trembled and cracked open with spiderweb-like ravines, and the white dragon Therese's body was rammed deep into the frozen soil by Garus.
With each heavy blow, the ice-crystal-like scales shattered and scattered, and Garus's claw shadow, carrying black and red air currents and golden lightning, poured down like a steel storm.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The crisp sound of ice armor shattering mingled with the white dragon's painful groans.
Therese's struggles grew weaker and weaker.
Her proud ice magic was shattered by the dragon's claws the moment it solidified, and her long dragon tail, which tried to retaliate, was pinned down by Garos's claw, rendering her unable to move.
Under Galos's fierce attack, her feeble struggles and counterattacks were all suppressed.
The proud white dragon now felt like a lone boat adrift in a storm, on the verge of capsizing. She felt suffocated, as if she were about to die, and the red iron dragon before her seemed like an invincible monster in dragon skin.
The will to survive ultimately triumphed over dignity.
Just as the Red Iron Dragon's next attack was about to land, the White Dragon flipped over.
"I am the foolish White Scale."
Her voice was like crushed ice crystals, her four paws pointing skyward, revealing her most vulnerable abdomen: "Noble Red Iron Hybrid, I was wrong."
Boom—the wind pressure made it almost impossible for her to open her eyes.
Garos's claws stopped an inch away, and the golden lightning on his body gradually subsided.
"No."
A gust of air from his claws brushed away the ice shards on the white dragon's eyelids. Garos corrected, "It's a white dragon." He slowly retracted his claws, which were still crackling with residual electricity, and added, "It's a foolish white dragon."
I took my wife to her prenatal checkup today. That's the first update; I'll add more tomorrow.
(End of this chapter)
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