Chapter 186 The True Purpose of the Crimson Silver Dragon
"Blood is the fuel, and mournful cries are the wind."
“.”
Deborah, the crimson-silver dragon, blinked, her long neck tilting slightly forward. Her crimson body, adorned with silver scales, shone brightly in the sunlight.
Galus's riddle contains many concrete symbols.
Blood, wailing, broken spears, scorched earth. These are all concrete images, so they are not hard to guess.
A master who is born with a talent for solving puzzles.
After thinking for a few seconds, the Crimson Silver Dragon said decisively, "War, it's war!"
Under her expectant gaze, Garus nodded slowly, praising her generously, saying, "You guessed right. You are the best riddle-solving metal dragon I have ever seen."
Upon hearing this, the tip of the red-silver dragon Deborah's tail curled up slightly, overjoyed.
She possesses the nature of a bronze dragon, and the most wonderful moments in her life are of two kinds: revealing the answer to a puzzle-solving person who is scratching their head, and solving a puzzle that someone else has carefully designed.
"Any more? One more, please!"
She said, "I can answer one more question, giving you an extra chance to order me around."
The Crimson Silver Dragon looked at Garos with great interest and hopeful eyes.
Among the metallic dragons, the copper dragon and the brass dragon, one a riddle dragon and the other a talkative dragon, are the two most disliked dragon types. Few dragons, or rather other intelligent beings, are willing to accompany them in solving riddles or having conversations.
But as long as you share the same interests.
It is easy to befriend these two types of dragons.
Galos knew this, but he shook his head and refused, not continuing to play games with the Crimson Silver Dragon. Knowing when to stop was important; one couldn't always indulge the other.
"You have answered my riddle, so I will allow you to join the adventure."
Galos said solemnly, "But you must remember what you said and obey my orders, otherwise our relationship will end here."
The Crimson Silver Dragon nodded: "As long as it doesn't violate my moral principles, it's fine."
Galos narrowed his eyes and suddenly asked, "If I were to start a war on a border territory one day, would that violate your moral code?"
"Bordering territory?" The Crimson Silver Dragon asked, somewhat puzzled.
"The land beneath our feet is a buffer zone between the Serbian wilderness and the permafrost tundra."
Galos: "You don't know this place?"
The Crimson Silver Dragon suddenly realized and said, "Of course I know. This is where I was born. However, in my heritage, this place is recorded as the border area. The term 'bordering area' is not commonly used."
After the explanation.
The Crimson Silver Dragon answered Garos's question, saying, "War is merely a means, not an end; the key lies in what it is for."
She looked at Galus and said:
“If it’s for killing to satisfy your violent heart, then I will refuse your orders. At most, I will not stand against you, but I will not become your accomplice.”
Galos: "For wealth or resources?"
The Crimson Silver Dragon shook his head righteously and sternly: "This is an unjust act, and I cannot condone it."
Galos thought for a moment and said, "What if you got a share?"
Cough cough. The Crimson Silver Dragon suddenly covered its mouth with its claws, then said seriously, "Most of the creatures in the borderlands are ignorant and barbaric. Wealth and resources are consolidated in the hands of dragons, which allows them to be better utilized. This is a good thing for the development of the borderlands!"
Galos didn't ask any more questions.
He has probably figured out the true nature of the Crimson Silver Dragon.
A perfect example of chaotic kindness.
They have moral principles, but not many, and their bottom line is quite flexible.
If it were a lawful good like the gold and silver dragons, it would not wage war simply for wealth and resources, nor would it support such behavior.
They would punish the wicked and eliminate evil, and in the process, they would also acquire wealth and resources.
at this time.
The Iron Legion's retinue had finished the battle, killing the rebels, disarming and capturing the surrendered, and then began to clean up the mess.
They collected all sorts of equipment and props that were still intact, and even the corpses of minotaurs were not spared.
Wartime logistics were not a major problem for the Ironforge clan.
Besides centaurs, creatures such as ogres, gnolls, and gray-maned werewolves are inherently brutal and bloodthirsty. Their dead enemies are their food, and when they are extremely hungry, their dead kin are also their reserve food.
Intelligent beings in the civilized world would consider this brutal and barbaric.
However, in resource-scarce border areas, it is a process of natural selection where the winner takes all and gets everything, while the loser is completely devoured and left with nothing.
The families fought a fierce and bloody battle.
They indulged their nature, foregoing even simple grilling or steaming, tearing apart the minotaurs' bodies on the spot as food, eating raw meat and drinking blood to replenish their exhausted bodies.
Galus landed on the ground, neither stopping nor participating.
Perhaps due to his incorporation of human nature, he has no appetite for humanoid creatures, but he does not stop his subordinates from eating minotaurs.
Putting aside Galus's own psychological reasons, Tauren are actually a good food source, a high-quality source of protein and energy.
Karu approached with heavy steps.
He had many wounds, but given his vigorous life force, they weren't considered serious. At that moment, he was holding a bull's head, enjoying it immensely.
Galos took a closer look and realized it was the head of Chieftain Bloodhoof.
"My lord, please enjoy the cow's head. It is the most delicious part, and eating more of it will make you smarter."
While crunching on a piece of bull horn, Karu's voice was muffled, but he didn't forget to offer bull brains to Red Iron Dragon and hand the bull head to Galos, though his movements were somewhat reluctant.
"Need not."
Galos shook his head.
A kind smile appeared on Karu's fierce face as he asked, "Um, can I eat the remains of Chief Bloodhoof?"
He did come to offer sacrifices, but his main purpose was to obtain Garros's permission to eat Baal's remains. He coveted them greatly, but he couldn't eat them directly because Baal had been killed by Garros himself and, according to the rules and customs of ogres, was Garros's spoils of war.
"Go eat."
Galos saw through Gluttony's little scheme and said...
"Okay!"
Karu curled up into a ball and rolled towards the remains of Baal, where he happily began to feast.
The way a glutton grows is by eating.
Eating high-quality food can increase Karu's life level.
The Bloodhoof Chieftain had burned away all his demonic blood, leaving only a decaying, mangled body. But his life essence remained, making him an invaluable delicacy for Karu.
Aren't you going to eat?
"Deborah, the Crimson Silver Dragon, asked, glancing at the White Dragon and the Red Dragon who were eating."
Samantha was tearing into the mammoth, while the white dragon Therese was ripping apart the flesh of the minotaur, her face covered in blood, exuding a ferocious aura.
Galos shook his head slightly.
Dragon Valley has a stockpile of spices brought by caravans, and Garos now prefers to enjoy well-cooked, flavorful dishes rather than raw food.
Now the conditions are right.
In his rigorous training regimen, food was a rare indulgence.
Deborah observed the unusual red iron dragon, her gaze lingering on its rugged yet serene profile.
They neither participated in the feast nor stopped the violence.
This contradiction made her scales itch and she became extremely curious.
This red iron dragon is so different from the evil dragons I know. Could it be that it is not an evil dragon?
The Crimson Silver Dragon thought to itself.
Suddenly, I heard a rustling sound of flying.
The crimson-silver dragon turned its head and saw the petite and exquisite fairy dragon Vera.
The Crimson Silver Dragon was quite surprised by the existence of the Plane Dragons, and also surprised that she could live among the evil dragons. However, since she had noticed the Fairy Dragons when she was following and tracking Garus, her reaction was relatively calm now.
Thinking about it carefully, it's not surprising that a chaotic and kind-hearted dragon like the Fairy Dragon could associate with an evil dragon.
As for the Crimson Silver Dragon herself, she believed that she did not associate with evil dragons.
Requesting an adventure was only one of her purposes; she had another.
—By staying by Garus's side, he was subtly influenced and transformed into a benevolent dragon!
"Hey, newbie, you're joining Dragon Nest, right?"
The fairy dragon circled around the crimson silver dragon and said, "Remember, I'm third. As for you, you should be sixth."
(End of this chapter)
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
