Chapter 245 This snake woman, you don't want your tribe to be destroyed either, do you?
Naris was filled with remorse at this moment, and she deeply regretted the wrong decision she had made.
If she had known earlier that the Crimson Wing Lord possessed such terrifying strength, she would have led the entire tribe to submit immediately.
She would have the most beautiful girls in her tribe hold poisonous scale flowers and kneel respectfully before the gates of the Ironforge to welcome them; she would charge into battle without hesitation when the Ironforge needed support, instead of being indecisive and watching the outcome, only to be purged as she is now.
"A wrong choice, now to be paid for with blood."
She let out a heavy sigh in her heart.
The six-armed snake woman slowly lowered all her arms, and the sharp blades no longer pointed at the iron dragon Sorog.
"This was not my intention."
She lowered her head and spoke to Tie Long in a humble tone:
"Your Majesty, Iron King, the Poisontail Tribe submits and offers its eternal loyalty. Whatever the cost, we beg your forgiveness for our previous ignorant offense."
Seeing the snake woman's submissive attitude,
Tie Long nodded slightly and said in a deep voice, "It seems you also don't want to see the Snake-People tribe destroyed."
But then he changed his tone, his voice becoming cold and resolute: "However, loyalty gained without conquest is far too easy, and this is unlikely to satisfy the warriors of the Ironforge."
"They have sharpened their claws and are eager for battle and the baptism of blood."
The six-armed snake woman's pupils suddenly contracted, and a chill ran through her.
Immediately afterwards, she heard Tie Long's deep voice continue:
"Naris, are you ready to be conquered?"
The snake woman remained silent for a moment, then finally nodded slowly and heavily.
call--!
The iron dragon suddenly flapped its wings and soared into the sky.
"attack!"
With this command, the molten iron behemoth once again took an unstoppable step forward, advancing towards the swamp of ten thousand snakes.
The six-armed snake woman gripped and released her weapon repeatedly in her hand, but in the end, she restrained the urge to strike.
Soon, the Iron Legion clashed with the warriors of the Snake People tribe.
The white tiger roared deafeningly, its claws tearing through flesh and blood wherever they went; the might of this lord-level beast was unstoppable. Centaurs' iron hooves shattered the earth, and spears pierced the bodies of snake-men like lightning. Ogres' giant clubs smashed venomous snakes and pythons into a bloody pulp. Werewolves' claws easily tore through the throats of snake-men. The Poison Tail tribe's defenses crumbled at the first touch, and the battlefield became one-sided.
Given the strength of the border tribes, such a performance was truly disappointing.
But this is not without reason—
Including the six-armed snake woman leader, the high-ranking chieftains, powerful sorcerers, and shamans of the Poison Tail tribe, all refrained from a full-scale counterattack under her control. They merely passively defended against the attacks of the molten iron soldiers, retreating in utter defeat without any will to fight.
Finally, after paying the price of countless lives, the entire swamp was stained red with blood.
"Those who surrender live!"
The iron dragon circled in the sky, its roar echoing across the battlefield like thunder.
The snake-man survivors, already gripped by fear, abandoned their weapons and crawled into the blood-soaked swamp.
The six-armed snake woman was among them.
She was the focus of the White Tiger's attention. Because she only defended and did not attack, and because the Sword Saint path was not good at defense, her body was covered with hideous wounds left by the ferocious tiger.
With her skin torn and bleeding, she was pale and looked extremely vulnerable.
Iron Dragon Sorog landed on the ground again.
He used his enormous dragon claws to lift the snake woman's chin, making her stand up again with her long, winding snake tail.
“Naris, you made a wise choice this time.”
Iron Dragon's voice struck straight to the heart, relieving the Snake Woman of a great burden and finally allowing her long-tense nerves to relax.
As a result of this battle, the population of the Poison Tail tribe was reduced by more than half.
However, thanks to the six-armed snake woman's wise final choice, she avoided being completely destroyed and was able to continue her bloodline.
"It is an honor for us snake people to be loyal to the noble dragon race."
"From this day forward, the Serpent-tailed People will forever be subservient to the Dragon's wings, at its beck and call."
The swordsman removed all his weapons, and his longswords fell to the ground one by one.
The snake woman flicked out her forked tongue, gazing up at the iron dragon's majestic head while lightly licking the tip of its cold, hard claws.
"That naturally includes me."
She declared this.
Naris saw burning desire and aggression in Tielong's eyes.
She did not resist this; on the contrary, she felt a sense of relief—otherwise, the Poison Tail tribe might have suffered even more cruel treatment.
Sorog lowered his eyes and stared at the snake woman.
Although the six-armed snake woman was covered in wounds, her beauty was not diminished in the slightest. The stark contrast between the blood and her snow-white skin gave her a breathtaking beauty of battle damage.
Tie Long let out a heavy sigh, but quickly regained his composure.
To the Snake Woman's surprise, the burning desire in Iron Dragon's eyes gradually faded, replaced by a scrutinizing gaze as if appreciating a work of art.
Why did this change occur?
The snake woman was filled with doubt.
Was it because she lacked charm? Or was it because the iron dragon in front of her hadn't yet mastered shapeshifting and was worried about hurting her?
"The Sword Saint's physique is strong enough to withstand any storm."
The snake woman pointedly reminded him, "King of Iron, you need not worry."
She knew all too well that the Poison Tail tribe was unpopular because of their previous wrong choices.
In her view, gaining the favor of the Iron Dragon was a good thing for the tribe.
As she spoke, the snake woman's eyes sparkled, and her snake tail swayed lightly, seemingly brushing against the iron dragon's chest.
They used every trick in the book to provoke her.
She could feel the hardness and heat of the scales, but the other party remained completely still.
"Beauty is like a steel blade that scrapes the bone; it can corrode a warrior's will."
Iron Dragon loosened its claws, letting the cold snake tail slither across its chest.
His cold, hard dragon face showed no change in expression, and he spoke with piercing eyes:
"I will not touch any female until I have complete control over my own desires."
"This will affect my judgment and shake my resolve."
Sorog knew very well that he was not as resistant to desire as Garros.
Once indulgence begins, influenced by the bloodline of dragons, one may become so addicted that it is difficult to extricate oneself.
Since that's the case, it's better to stay away for now.
To avoid making unwise decisions due to the influence of desires.
It is certainly pleasurable to conquer a powerful female and watch her go from resistance to submission, or even to actively seducing her.
However.
The grand ambition of establishing a dragon kingdom is the true pursuit of the iron dragon Sorog; compared to this ambition, everything else must give way.
"Besides, I understand what you're thinking."
"You are not truly submitting to me; you are merely forced by circumstances to bow down to the Ironforge tribe."
Tie Long calmly stated, "I am not satisfied with this incomplete conquest, but one day, Naris, you will come to me with all your heart."
Upon hearing these words...
The six-armed snake woman's eyes flickered; she hadn't expected the dragon before her to have such self-control.
Dragons that know how to control their desires. Compared to those roaring and unrestrained giant dragons, Naris suddenly felt that the teenage iron dragon in front of her seemed even more unfathomable.
But the problem is this: as far as Naris knows, even this Iron King is only the second-in-command in the Ironforge tribe.
Above him was the Crimson Wing Lord, who struck fear into the hearts of the Poison Tail Tribe and swept across the borderlands.
The King of Iron is already so extraordinary.
What kind of demeanor must that Crimson Wing Lord possess?
The snake woman suddenly asked, "If the lord of the Ironforge tribe were standing here, how would he treat me?"
This sudden question surprised even Naris herself. Perhaps it was because Iron Dragon had mentioned "sincerity" that she couldn't help but wonder how the more powerful Crimson Wing Lord would view her submission.
Upon hearing this question, Iron Dragon Sorog scrutinized the snake woman for a few moments, then suddenly let out a sneer: "In his eyes, you're not much different from it, perhaps even inferior."
The "it" here refers to the ferocious white tiger baring its teeth nearby.
Sorog's long-term relationship with his brothers gave him an intimate knowledge of them.
Galos seems to have little ambition, always focusing on improving his own strength and living a peaceful and fulfilling life.
But Sorog, a mind mage, could vaguely sense that beneath the calm exterior of the red iron dragon lay a raging fire powerful enough to consume the world.
Iron Dragon longs to establish a dragon kingdom, but he also understands that even the most magnificent kingdom will eventually collapse.
His brother, on the other hand, truly sought eternal life, a status comparable to that of a god, and immortality that transcended the stars.
"Am I not even as good as a white tiger?"
The snake woman looked at the ferocious tiger tearing apart the corpse of a giant python with its claws and said in surprise, "I don't quite believe it."
Iron Dragon Sorog sneered and said, "Of course, he has long since transcended vulgar tastes. His will is as strong as steel and unbreakable. He would only look down on a snake woman like you."
(End of this chapter)
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