Chapter 243 Battle Marks, The Red Dragon Father Returns
At dawn, Garos, though wounded, returned to Dragon Valley with bright, alert eyes.
"Such serious injuries? Who beat you up like this!"
Upon seeing this, Deborah, who remained in Dragon Valley, was first shocked, then enraged. Her scales stood up slightly, and a strong, chilling aura emanated from her.
"It's alright."
Galos landed on the ground, a smile appearing on his face: "The enemy suffered far greater losses than I did. From now on, the border area belongs to me."
Noticing that although Red Iron Dragon's aura was somewhat low, he was generally unharmed, Deborah's anger gradually subsided.
She asked in confusion, "What happened last night?"
Galos recounted in a calm and composed tone how he had been ambushed and how he had almost wiped out the enemy's high command.
"These barbarians are truly courting death."
"Fortunately, you are strong enough, otherwise the consequences would be unpredictable."
The Crimson Silver Dragon gazed at Garos's imposing and powerful body, its eyes lingering on the wounds.
For dragons, scars are not ugly remnants, but rather achievements and glory. Dragons that have gone through battles will have their scales become thicker and harder after being broken and healed time and time again. Moreover, their surfaces will have some fine crack-like visual marks that can only be seen with close inspection. These marks represent their many battles and are also known as "battle marks".
The purpose of the cold-burst scales on the surface of Galos is to break apart, and there are no traces of this.
However, some battle-hardened markings have already appeared on the lower layer of his black and red dragon scales.
The appearance of this thing means that it has gone through many fierce battles and it is unlikely to appear on a teenage dragon, not even on a mature white dragon like Therese.
"Garos with battle-hardened markings. When I was in the Boiling Sea Dragon Domain, I never saw any teenage dragons with battle-hardened markings."
"Only those adult, middle-aged, and old dragons have it."
The Crimson Silver Dragon couldn't help but step forward, extend its claws, and gently stroke the new battle markings on Garos's chest that were still slightly bleeding.
Does it hurt?
She asked in a low voice.
"I'm used to it."
Red Iron Dragon said dismissively, then took a few steps back, looked down at the so-called battle runes, and said happily, "The inheritance says that after these battle runes are spread all over the body, they will form special veins that help energy flow quickly. They will also have the same effect on my dragon energy. Once they are fully grown, I will have one more means."
Battle-hardened markings cover the entire body, a characteristic usually found only in ancient dragons.
If a dragon lives in seclusion and avoids conflict, even an ancient dragon might not be able to develop battle-hardened markings.
At that time, the boost it can bring will not be high for the ancient dragon, but its very existence means power, making it something that people dare not provoke.
On the other side, the Crimson Silver Dragon had a different idea.
"Such serious injuries, yet he still looks relaxed and doesn't seem to care. If it were me, I probably would have screamed and howled in pain."
"Garos has experienced too much suffering since childhood."
Deborah felt a pang of heartache and pity.
The strong and ferocious hybrid dragon in front of her had become a small beast that needed to be protected in her eyes.
Pitiful, weak, and helpless.
The Crimson Silver Dragon quickly pulled out something from its neck scales that resembled a red crystal or a pill, its color vibrant and translucent.
"This is a magic potion that my father refined with his own dragon blood. It can quickly heal injuries. You should take it."
Galos's eyes lit up and he said, "Give it to me first. My injuries aren't serious right now, so I can save it for later." He could recover from his injuries on his own.
Such a precious potion is better used in battle.
"Eat it now, or I won't give it to you."
The Crimson Silver Dragon guessed Garos's thoughts and stuffed the potion directly into Garos's mouth.
Sensing his body's instinctive craving for the potion, and the resolute determination of the Crimson Silver Dragon, Garus lightly bit the dragon's paw, his tongue swirling around the potion, and then he simply swallowed it whole.
It melts instantly upon reaching the stomach.
It was like a cool stream of water gently flowing through Galos's body, bringing immediate comfort to the areas it passed through. The broken blood vessels and injured internal organs felt much better instantly, and even the scales on his body felt a ticklish sensation like being bitten by ants, accelerating the regeneration and recovery process.
"This is really good stuff."
Galos stretched his body and found that he was no longer in pain, and he couldn't help but feel that he hadn't had enough.
Here's another one for you.
The Crimson Silver Dragon then took out a potion made from the essence blood of a mature silver dragon and handed it to Garos, saying, "Garos, keep this for yourself."
How much do you have left?
"Garos asked."
“There are plenty.” Just in case Garos didn’t believe him, the Crimson Silver Dragon emphasized, “Don’t forget I’m a metal dragon; I have many similar things.”
Red Iron Dragon nodded and then extended its claws.
"Then give me a few more."
He shamelessly demanded it directly.
"Dream on! You insatiable dragon."
The Crimson Silver Dragon snorted softly and turned its head away as if angry.
After waiting for a while, but not hearing any further sound from Red Iron Dragon, she turned around again in displeasure, and found that Red Iron Dragon had already lay down on the spot, closed his eyes and fallen asleep, emitting hot and even breathing.
Silver Dragon's potions can only relieve pain and heal wounds; their effects on restoring physical and mental strength are limited.
After the fierce battle, Red Iron Dragon relaxed and, after taking a magic potion, couldn't resist the drowsiness and fell asleep.
Not long after.
After news spread that almost all the high-ranking leaders of the Dawn Tribe and the Ironblood Tribe had died in the Battle of the Raging River, the morale of the Molten Iron Tribe soared.
Ambushed but managing to kill all the enemies, the Crimson Wing Lord appears even more invincible.
In stark contrast to the Ironforge, both tribes were shrouded in gloom, their morale completely shattered. Humans and orcs no longer resisted stubbornly, but they also had no intention of surrendering. They dispersed into many scattered groups and fled into the deeper, snow-covered, and frigid tundra.
After that.
The Ironforge's legions were unstoppable, crushing the north inch by inch and taking control of the strongholds that originally belonged to the Dawn and Ironblood tribes.
Unlike the previous Golden Tooth tribe.
Because these two tribes revered honor and battle, even after their leaders died, when their fleeing members were caught, the resistance was still extremely fierce. Those who could not escape fought to the death, and only a very small number of individuals chose to surrender.
Time passed slowly by like this.
About a month later.
At the end of the new calendar year 249, while the intelligent beings of the Southern Federation were preparing for the upcoming New Year's celebrations, the Borderlands had already welcomed its uncrowned king.
At this time, the border area was almost entirely covered with flags belonging to the Iron Smelting Tribe.
Apart from the Poisontail tribe, all other lands and resources belong to the Ignath Dragonflight, and to Garros.
"The finishing touches are basically complete."
"Now only the Poison Tail Tribe and we remain in the border region. Should we wait for them to surrender on their own, or should I go and recruit them?"
Sorog's question echoed in my mind.
Red Iron Dragon paused his training of the dragon wings, narrowed his eyes, and slowly said, "The snake people are watching from the sidelines, wanting to seize the greatest benefits. Even now, they still want to wait for the best price. Heh, they are being far too presumptuous."
After a moment's thought.
Galos said, "Let's ignore them for now and see when they'll be willing to pledge their allegiance."
Five days later.
The Poison Tail Tribe never received a dragon's offer to recruit them, and finally, unable to contain themselves any longer, they sent envoys to Dragon Valley to express their desire to pledge allegiance and submit.
However, Galus refused.
"Sorog, gather the legion and head to the Poison Tail Tribe, crush the strongholds along the way, and surround the Serpent Swamp."
"Then we'll see how they react before making a decision. If they resist or try to be clever again, we'll flatten the Ten Thousand Serpent Swamp, kill all the rebels, and turn the surrendered into slaves."
The once-powerful Iron Legion bares its fangs once more, biting at the venomous snakes entrenched in the northeast.
Galos would find it hard to feel at ease if his entire tribe were swallowed up without any damage, given their wavering nature. Such a killing would waste some future dependents or slaves, but it was a necessary thing to do.
at the same time.
When the King of the Borderlands issues an order to punish the cunning venomous snake-men.
The twilight on the edge of the Serbian wilderness was stained blood red.
In the ruins of a dilapidated outpost in a duchy, the last wisps of black smoke twisted and rose toward the sky.
The dragon slowly retracted its sky-covering wings, its massive 28-meter-long body casting a terrifying shadow on the ground. Its blood-red scales were covered with battle-worn patterns, resembling countless burning wounds.
This is a mature red dragon.
The red dragon playfully pressed down on the last struggling guard with its forepaws, feeling the human bones beneath its claws gradually crumble.
The guard's mournful howls sounded like the most beautiful music to him, and the dragon's mouth, covered with sharp teeth, slowly opened, revealing a blissful smile.
"What a wonderful touch, what a delightful sound."
His cruel, low muttering echoed through the ruins, his claws deliberately slowing the crushing of the chest cavity, so that this symphony of death could last longer.
But as time goes by...
As the last scream faded into the evening breeze, Gorsas took a deep, satisfied breath.
Years of exile have made the scent of this homeland even sweeter, a fragrance mixed with fear, blood, and the smell of burning.
Smelling the scent of the wilderness air, the muscles beneath his scales trembled with excitement, finally finding an outlet for the hatred and brutality that had accumulated over the years.
Immediately afterwards, he spread his dragon wings that blotted out the sky, raised his head and let out a roar that shook the heavens and the earth.
An invisible yet scorching dragon's might swept across the ruins like a tidal wave.
"Now, it's time for the Sel Wilderness to recognize its master again!"
"Insects, prepare to tremble in the dragon's flames and turn to ashes!"
The thorns on the red dragon's back stood upright, and its breath ignited the nearby ruins. Then, surrounded by countless flames, it flapped its wings and soared into the sky, disappearing into the horizon before the Federation's reinforcements arrived.
(End of this chapter)
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