Chapter 272 All Out
"A golden dragon has intruded into the border region?"
Upon hearing the information Garos revealed, the Crimson Silver Dragon Deborah blinked, a clear look of surprise and astonishment appearing in her eyes.
"It's accurate information."
Galos's deep and certain voice rang out, saying, "Based on the detailed descriptions from the multiple strongholds' familiars, judging from its size and the strength of its dragon might, it can be basically confirmed... that it is a golden dragon in its youth."
A young golden dragon... its life level starts at least at level 14.
Depending on the specific age, the average level usually remains stable between 14 and 16.
Even for powerful, high-ranking dragons like the Red Dragon, Iron Dragon, and Silver Dragon, their life level range during their youth is mainly within 13 to 15 levels.
Generally speaking, it is one level lower than a Jinlong of the same age.
"Nowadays, almost all the powerful metal dragons that are adults or older have been urgently summoned to their respective dragon domains."
Deborah looked thoughtful: "The appearance of an unsummoned golden dragon in the border region is rare, but not entirely unreasonable."
Her eyes flickered, she paused slightly, and then continued, "However, his actions are probably not as superficial as simply trying to extort money by staging an accident."
As beings that also possess the bloodline of metallic dragons.
Deborah has a far deeper understanding of the thought patterns and behavioral logic of her fellow dragons—especially the golden dragons—than other dragons.
Red Iron Dragon nodded slightly, her eyes filled with encouragement, signaling Red Silver Dragon to continue explaining her analysis and judgment.
Deborah pondered for a moment, organizing her thoughts, and slowly said, "The Golden Dragon Clan's sensitivity to 'evil' aura... is unparalleled among dragons."
“As long as he sets foot on the border territory, there is no need for him to conduct any special reconnaissance.”
“The unique scent of the dragon that permeates the air, even though it has been deliberately suppressed and diluted, will stubbornly remain and will be as conspicuous as a torch in the night, and will be clearly captured by him.”
Her dragon-like lips parted slightly as she continued:
"If he is certain, based on this perception, that this land has been secretly taken over and ruled by a dangerous dragon."
"So, whether his real core purpose is to efficiently accumulate wealth, to fulfill the metal dragon's duty of 'punishing evil and promoting good,' or to harbor some deeper and more secretive schemes."
"His primary strategy will inevitably be to find a way to force out the hidden 'evil dragon'."
After a slight pause, the Crimson Silver Dragon's tone became increasingly resolute:
"He will most likely use various means to force the dragon to act, while finding a legitimate reason for himself."
"Then."
"Under the banner of 'justice,' crush the opponent with overwhelming force, and then 'naturally'... take over and devour all the wealth that the evil dragon possesses."
Metal dragons naturally lack the inclination and patience to manage their subordinate races.
In order to maintain their reputation and face as 'justice' and 'guardians of order', they would never resort to blatant, robbery-like methods to amass wealth, like the five-colored evil dragons.
So, here's the question—
Where did the metal dragons' enviable, magically radiant treasure trove come from?
Aside from occasionally accepting employment commissions that align with his righteous stance to earn relatively 'clean' compensation, the main and core source of Metal Dragon's wealth is precisely "punishing evil and eliminating wickedness."
In particular, they are keen to fight against evil dragons that have entrenched themselves in a region and amassed considerable wealth.
Sometimes, a powerful and patient metal dragon, if it senses a potentially monstrous dragon quietly rising and gathering power somewhere...
They won't even nip it in the bud.
Instead, they will patiently wait like the most experienced hunters, waiting for the dragon to grow stronger, its territory to be secure, and its treasure trove to be full, before choosing the most opportune moment to launch a sudden attack and seize all the wealth the dragon has painstakingly accumulated for themselves.
And among all the metal dragons.
Jinlong especially loved this path.
It satisfies the exhilarating feeling of upholding justice and punishing evil, while also reaping substantial material rewards and high prestige and praise.
Achieving multiple goals at once.
"Did you come for the wealth...?"
Garus stood on the watchtower, his massive dragon head slightly lowered, his pupils narrowed, his gaze fixed on the vast borderland.
"I'm afraid it's much more than that."
Through the almost provocative yet clearly probing behavior of the young Jinlong at the border stronghold, a premonition of something grander and more aggressive than the plunder of wealth quietly rose in Hong Tielong's mind.
This golden dragon's appetite is perhaps much greater than Deborah can imagine at this moment.
But no matter what, this is the territory of the Ironforge tribe! It is the territory that Garos conquered with his own hands, and he will never let the Golden Dragon have his way.
It's just youth; though powerful, it's still just youth.
He was neither in his powerful adulthood nor in his prime when his experience and magic had reached their peak; he was far from being able to make the Lord of Molten Iron feel wary.
"Deborah".
Galos's deep, resonant voice rang out: "Prepare yourself and come with me to meet your 'noble' kinsman."
To be on the safe side, he decided to bring the Crimson Silver Dragon with him.
The Golden Dragon's perception of the dragon's aura was as sharp as a hunting hound's. The aura of the Red Iron hybrid on his body, even if he tried his best to conceal it, could not necessarily completely avoid the young Golden Dragon's keen senses.
And Deborah... her stealth magic, derived from the bloodline of the silver dragon, is precisely the barrier most needed at this moment.
"Great! Great!"
Upon hearing this, Deborah's eyes instantly gleamed with eager anticipation, and her sharp dragon fangs unconsciously clinked together, making an excited, soft sound: "I've long disliked those arrogant golden dragons who always think they're the noblest beings in the multiverse!"
Metal dragons typically unite to fight against various threats.
However, within the same species of metal dragons, there is also a deep-rooted competition and a subtle distinction between superior and inferior.
The Silver Dragons have never ceased their desire to challenge the Gold Dragons' position as the "Head of Metal Dragons".
Deborah, who has the blood of a crimson-silver dragon flowing through her veins, had her competitive instincts, which belonged to the silver dragons, instantly ignited deep within her bloodline when she heard that a golden dragon had descended upon this land.
Moreover, back in the Boiling Sea Dragon Domain, Deborah had indeed encountered golden dragons of her age.
Those golden dragons were indeed friendly and gentle, and they were very polite when communicating with them.
However, without exception... in conversations and interactions with her, those golden dragons would always unconsciously reveal a sense of "arrogance" that was hard to completely conceal, as if they were born with it.
The feeling was like that of a true ancient nobleman, who, out of good upbringing, patiently and deliberately "lowered his status" to talk to commoners, rather than engaging in a genuine, equal exchange from the heart.
This subtle yet real sense of difference always left a trace of resentment in the heart of the proud Crimson Silver Dragon.
"Me too! Me too!"
A clear, bell-like voice, yet filled with a fierce fighting spirit, suddenly rang out. The colorful fairy dragon Vera flew over and hovered in front of Garus and Deborah.
"Defeat that arrogant golden dragon! Let him learn a lesson from the might of the Ignas family!"
She waved her little paws and announced loudly.
In response to the sudden appearance of the young golden dragon, the Ironforge tribe mobilized almost all its dragons.
Such a grand display... can be considered as giving this "Metal Dragon Leader" representative enough pomp and face.
Garos smiled as he looked at the energetic fairy dragon and the battle-ready crimson silver dragon.
"OK."
He gave a low reply.
"Vera, stay close to Deborah."
As soon as he finished speaking, Red Iron Dragon turned his gaze toward the outside of Dragon Valley.
It was already past midnight, and the deep darkness of night had not yet completely faded. The vast sky, like a huge, ink-soaked gray-black velvet, heavily covered the earth. However, beneath that distant horizon, a faint yet unwavering pale blue dawn was quietly spreading.
"Dawn is coming."
Alberto smiled faintly, turned his gaze away from the sky, and hovered quietly in mid-air.
"Steel, sulfur, ice and snow. The smell of the evil dragon is getting closer and closer."
"Heh, this is more interesting than I expected. I didn't realize there were so many evil dragons here. They are not to be underestimated."
I smelled the scent in the air as it gradually grew stronger and closer.
The young golden dragon Alberto showed no sign of retreat or haste. Despite being in unfamiliar territory, he remained still, like a host awaiting a distinguished guest, hovering in place, waiting for the evil dragon to approach.
(End of this chapter)
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