Chapter 171 The First Meeting of the White Dragon and the Red Dragon
Bordering land, Dragon Valley.
Sunlight streamed down the rugged, steep mountain walls, illuminating the oasis-like valley.
The dragons soared and patrolled the sky, casting long shadows on the ground. The cunning gnolls and other alert creatures guarded the outposts, watching for any disturbance.
Galos brought the white dragon Therese into the valley.
"Dragon Lord, you're back."
Tasha, the leader of the flying dragons, landed before Galus, prostrated herself, and bowed her head to express her respect to Galus.
The strong, scarred dragon noticed the white dragon that had come with Garus, and the muscles beneath its scales instantly tensed.
"White Dragon Therese, she now follows me and is loyal to me."
"Garos said."
The flying dragon leader whispered to the white dragon, "Honorable white dragon, Tasha greets you."
The oppressive aura this adult white dragon exuded over the dragons was second only to that of Garus.
The white dragon was subservient to Garos and was the lowest-ranking among dragons. However, a dragon is still a dragon, and in the eyes of other creatures, the white dragon was still a fierce and powerful top-level monster.
In response to Yalong's greeting, Bailong merely hummed softly, exhaling a stream of icy air from his nostrils.
She didn't respond, but raised her head high, revealing a proud and disdainful expression.
Only in front of the dragon could the white dragon feel a sense of superiority as a dragon.
"Tasha, continue your patrol."
"Garos gave the order."
The dragon did not immediately take flight, but instead spoke in a hoarse voice: "My lord, yesterday the dragon flock discovered a group of minotaur cavalry attempting to approach Dragon Valley. They were lingering on the outskirts wearing helmets inlaid with iron horns. Realizing they had been exposed, they did not continue to approach and turned back."
"The Tauren, are they the Bloodhoof clan that the centaurs spoke of?"
Hong Tielong seemed to be deep in thought.
Centaurs are a nomadic people. Before the Whitemane Clan was subdued by Garus, they mainly roamed around the borderlands, so they had a relatively clear understanding of the borderlands.
Through the narratives of the centaur leader and the old sorcerer.
Garros knew of the existence of the Minotaur.
The Bloodhoof Clan is a powerful clan, several times the size of the Centaur Clan. While not a dominant force in the borderlands, they have certainly escaped the category of merely struggling to survive.
They have their own ranches, mines, and numerous warriors, sorcerers, and shamans.
They traded along the great river and possessed excellent weapons and armor.
Many years ago, the Bloodhoof Clan was far inferior to the Whitemane Clan, teetering on the brink of extinction in the borderlands, a clan as insignificant as weeds.
Until the birth of Baal Bloodhoof.
He was born different from others, with a pair of pure black eyes without any whites.
His hair wasn't brown or tan like that of a typical minotaur; it was an ink-black color, darker than the darkest night.
His growth rate is unmatched by ordinary Tauren.
At the age of twelve, Baal killed the old chieftain in a challenge and became the ruler of the Bloodhoof clan. He then rose rapidly, leading the Bloodhoof clan to conquer other tauren clans, destroy enemies in their path, and make the Bloodhoof clan increasingly powerful.
The previous chieftain of the Whitemane clan had met Baal.
He was like a demon from the abyss.
This is the Whitemane Clan Chief's assessment of Baal: a brave centaur who dares to hunt adult white dragons, yet he warns his people not to provoke the Bloodhoof Clan, and even less to become Baal's enemy.
The red iron dragon remained silent.
Having just arrived and established himself in the border region, and with the dragon about to rest, Galos did not want to cause trouble or attract too much attention.
However, things did not go as planned.
The Bloodhoof Clan, which is currently expanding, has its sights set on Dragon Valley. Those retreating Tauren cavalry may one day return with a large force.
Galos doesn't have many options left now.
One option is to abandon the territory again, move to another place to lie low and hibernate, and return to this place after the dragon has fallen asleep.
Secondly, before the dragon sleeps, eliminate the threat posed by the Bloodhoof Clan.
Galus prefers the second option.
He had already fled twice and abandoned his territory twice; he didn't want to do it a third time unless absolutely necessary.
Moreover, the monster clans in the border areas are certainly not as dangerous as the garrison in the wilderness.
"The descriptions from centaurs are not comprehensive enough."
"Let's ascertain the general situation of the Bloodhoof Clan before making a final decision."
Galos pondered for a moment, his eyes flickering: "I just don't know if our existence has been exposed."
This is important.
If he remains hidden, the young dragon in the shadows will hold the initiative and can use some tricks and schemes. But if he is exposed, things will become more complicated. No, it could also be said that things will become simpler, because both sides will be in the spotlight, and then it will mainly come down to strength.
The Bloodhoof clan has many warlocks and shamans.
Tauren shamans are renowned for their power, their race and class are perfectly matched, and their leader, Chieftain Bloodhoof, is highly respected and should not be underestimated.
This means...
Defeating the entire Bloodhoof Clan with the power of a single dragon would be an unwise choice. Perhaps a war would be needed to more reliably resolve the Bloodhoof Clan issue.
Galus now has quite a few followers.
He doesn't need to risk everything himself, nor does he need to storm the Bloodhoof Clan alone.
"Tasha, take the adult dragons and go to the Bloodhoof Clan to gather information."
"Remember your mission is reconnaissance, not combat. Try not to expose yourself and avoid combat conflicts."
Galos immediately gave orders to the leader of the flying dragons.
The Bloodhoof Clan was not an obscure clan in the borderlands, and the dragons knew the location of their territory.
As for why he didn't send Therese, the white dragon who could use magic, the reason was simple: he didn't trust the intelligence of white dragons. In comparison, Tasha, the dragon who was over two hundred years old, was more trustworthy.
In Garus's eyes, the White Dragon is currently just a henchman, and incidentally, a sparring partner.
Garros didn't intend for the white dragon to handle other tasks, such as managing ranches or overseeing mining operations.
"Yes, ma'am."
Tasha, accompanied by several adult dragons, walked away and gradually disappeared into the distance.
Meanwhile, Garus, accompanied by the white dragon Therese, arrived at the open space where he usually trained.
"Use your ice spells on me, attack me freely."
Red Iron Dragon stretched out its body, sparks flying from its thorns: "No need to hold back, I won't fight back."
"real?"
The white dragon glanced at him suspiciously a few times, then tentatively used its ice-making magic to create several ice blades, which made a metallic scraping sound as they sliced across the red iron dragon's back.
Seeing that the opponent was truly unmoved, the white dragon's lips gradually curled into a dangerous arc as he began to construct an even more powerful spell.
As the dragon's roar resounded.
The cold wind howled, and a layer of ice crystals condensed on the ground, filling the air with a strong chill.
Galus, located in the heart of the icy wind, felt waves of cold.
His scales absorbed kinetic energy as they were crushed and rubbed by the fierce, cold wind, becoming hot and scalding. They then collided with the cold wind, hissing and emitting white smoke before gradually cooling down.
Heat generation, cooling.
The Bazelgeuse was repeatedly tested in the icy wind, but it never reached the standard for overload explosion.
"Great, this will increase my ice resistance and it's also effective against Bazelgeuse."
Galos stood amidst the icy wind, his body chilled to the bone, yet his heart burned with passion.
"With White Dragon as my new sparring partner, my Bazelgeuse should be able to adapt more quickly and stop exploding ineffectively."
Suddenly, an angry dragon's roar echoed from the horizon.
"You lowly White Scale! How dare you attack Dragon Valley!"
A fiery dragon's breath, hot as magma, descended from the sky.
Because she was focused on casting spells, Therese did not notice the arrival of the red dragon and was attacked by it. Caught off guard, her body was grazed by the dragon's breath while dodging, leaving a charred burn mark.
ha!
The white dragon bared its teeth, its breath steaming with cold air, and its scales stood up slightly as it adopted an attack stance against the red dragon. Samantha was not intimidated by the white dragon's size and age; instead, she stared intently at it with hostility in her eyes.
The two sides were on the verge of conflict.
However, the battle did not begin.
Galos stopped them.
“Samantha, White Dragon Therese is now a member of Dragon Valley, not an enemy.”
Under the red dragon's questioning gaze, Garus briefly explained the origins of the white dragon.
"I see."
Samantha, the red dragon, folded her wings and walked arrogantly to the white dragon.
She made no attempt to hide her contempt, saying, "White Scale, it is your honor to serve the Ignas brothers and to be among the true dragons."
The white dragon bared its teeth angrily: "Young dragon! Apologize to me. You should show respect when facing dragons stronger than yourself."
The red dragon gave a soft snort and spewed flames from its nostrils.
She didn't respond, but raised her head high, revealing a proud and disdainful expression.
(End of this chapter)
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