Chapter 273 There's no need for morality when dealing with metal dragons, it's all about evil ganging up on them!
Gradually, three dragon shadows of different colors pierced the brightening sky and finally hovered in the air a hundred feet away from Alberto, forming a triangular formation.
The iron dragon Sorog sits in the center, its dark, iron-like scales reflecting the cold morning light; the red dragon Samantha is coiled on the right wing, each crimson scale seemingly flowing with lava; and the pale white dragon Therese is on the left wing, its icy scales gleaming with a dangerous, chilling light.
"Iron Dragon, Red Dragon, and...White Scale."
Alberto's golden pupils contracted slightly, and his dragon whiskers trembled.
Despite being mentally prepared, witnessing three powerful dragons with vastly different habits forming an alliance still made his dragon heart skip a beat.
Dragons other than the blue dragon have always been solitary creatures.
For these savage dragons to set aside their inherent suspicion and competitive nature, there must be a very powerful leader among them.
Alberto's golden vertical pupils reflected the image of the Iron Dragon Sorog.
Young Jinlong's mind raced, making precise judgments.
The iron dragon before them, with its resolute and stern face and deep, unfathomable gaze, calmly occupied the center position among the three dragons.
Its aura and natural demeanor are distinctly different from the other two dragons, subtly revealing the majesty and sense of control befitting a leader.
Iron Dragon Sorog spoke first, confirming Alberto's observation.
"Good day, Your Excellency Jinlong, who has come from afar."
His voice was unusually deep, like two heavy, weathered iron ores pressing and rubbing against each other deep in a mine, rough and heavy.
However, beneath this raw and rugged exterior lies a subtle and indescribable power that can directly stir up ripples of emotion deep within the soul.
He offered basic greetings, then immediately cut to the heart of the matter with unequivocal directness:
"What is your purpose in setting foot in this border region?"
Mind Dragon?
This is quite rare in the material world.
Alberto's thoughts flashed through his mind like lightning.
When facing intelligent beings, the Golden Dragon's usual strategy is to intimidate or engage in "civilized" communication through keen observation before actually taking action, thereby gaining the upper hand in terms of momentum and reason.
At this moment, he clearly sensed a condensed and active psionic energy fluctuation from Iron Dragon Sorog, and keenly realized that the other party had remarkable attainments in the field of mind.
"because……"
The young golden dragon Alberto's snout curved into a subtly aggressive arc.
“I smell it—” He took a deep breath, his voice low, and at the same time, his golden vertical pupils suddenly burst out with a dazzling light that seemed to pierce the soul. His face instantly became extremely majestic, awe-inspiring and inviolable, like a judge who had brought down divine punishment.
"—An extremely wicked smell!!!"
His final words were almost like a thunderous roar that tore through the clouds: "You dare to enslave those innocent creatures, turning this land, which should have been fertile, into a hunting ground for dragons for you to devour at will!"
What was more oppressive than words was the overwhelming, pure dragon's might that surged forth like a tangible tide.
One of Jinlong's usual tactics: preemptive intimidation!
If any other ordinary creatures were present here, they would surely be stunned into a blank mind and terrified by the terrifying dragon's might. Even if they were dragons themselves, if their age and life level were far inferior to Alberto's, they should still feel instinctive fear and be overwhelmed by it.
However.
What happened next stirred a subtle ripple in Alberto's heart for the first time.
The three dragons before them—two red and iron dragons in their adolescence, and the white dragon that appeared to be in its prime—showed no signs of their scales bristling, their bodies trembling uncontrollably, or their teeth baring and growling in response to stress.
They were unusually calm.
As if they had already endured such a powerful baptism of dragon might more than once, their composure, born from experience, was as steadfast as a rock.
"evil?"
Iron Dragon Sorog raised its head, covered in thick scales, and met the golden dragon's imposing gaze without flinching.
“We made the cunning goblins give up their thieving ways, we made the unruly centaurs abandon their bad habit of highway robbery, and we forced the dull-witted ogres to learn to trade with ores instead of smashing the heads of passing merchants with brute force.”
He said, "In your eyes, this kind of order can be considered...evil?"
Alberto scoffed at this, giving the dragon's head a disdainful sway.
"Iron Dragon, put away your hypocritical sophistry. Playing games with words in front of me is meaningless. You are just clumsily using a thin veil of so-called 'order' to cover up the cold truth of evil rule."
Although his trip was also aimed at gaining control of the border region.
However, in the young Jinlong's mind, his "rule" and the "rule" of the Iron Dragon in front of him were fundamentally different.
The rule of the Golden Dragon represents a blueprint for light, justice, and prosperity.
In his eyes, the Iron Dragon's rule was nothing short of naked enslavement, an evil act that had to be eradicated!
"Stop pretending!"
Samantha, the red dragon, suddenly spewed two plumes of sulfurous smoke mixed with sparks from her nostrils, her eyes burning with naked impatience and violent fighting spirit.
In the minds of most mortals and even other creatures, the red dragon is often regarded as an evil being that is the opposite of the silver dragon.
However, the deep-seated pride within the Red Dragon clan drives them to believe that they are far more powerful than those "merely beautiful" Golden Dragons!
Before the golden dragon, the red dragon would never show the slightest weakness; their only thought was to crush their opponent under their feet with their burning claws.
On the other side.
White dragon Therese has an extremely clear understanding of her place in the dragon ecological niche.
Facing the powerful young golden dragon whose life level far surpassed her own, she cautiously opened her dragon mouth and exhaled streams of frosty breath as a show of support, wisely refraining from launching the first provocation.
"Ha, can't you suppress your ferocious and bloodthirsty nature, you evil dragons?"
Alberto's body was covered in shimmering golden dragon scales, the light on them growing ever more dazzling with his words, like flowing liquid gold, his aura of holiness and majesty rising steadily.
"Then prepare to face the ultimate judgment of justice!"
There were many more dragons, but he felt no fear.
He is a young dragon, 55 years old, and an outstanding individual among the gold dragons. He has the confidence to be unconventional, and his life level is already 15, exceeding the average level.
Three evil dragons stood before them.
Red Dragon and Iron Dragon were both juvenile dragons. Using his Appraisal skill, he could tell at a glance that both were level 12. Although they were above average, they were still quite far from his level.
As for the mature white dragon, its life level is 13, but it is not as dangerous as the red dragon or the iron dragon.
all in all.
With one against many, the advantage lies with me.
“Before bringing down the so-called ‘judgment,’ take a look at this first.”
Iron Dragon Sorog's voice remained calm and steady as he opened his mouth and spat out a seemingly inconspicuous obsidian-shaped magical artifact covered in runes.
The item was activated, and a clear magical projection immediately unfolded in the cold morning air.
The projected image clearly showed Alberto, the Golden Dragon, using various pretexts to extort money from the various riverbank strongholds of the Ironforge.
His greedy and demanding nature, so different from his rumored noble image, was faithfully recorded.
“Lord Golden Dragon,” Sorog said, “I suppose you wouldn’t want your ‘deeds,’ which are no different from the extortion practices of the Five-Colored Dragons, to be completely exposed to the world, would you?”
The golden dragon's front claws unconsciously tightened and then slowly stretched out.
"In order to expose your true colors, I have no choice but to temporarily play the role of a fellow traveler of the evil dragon."
"The shallow prejudices of worldly fools are meaningless; only true wise men can see the good intentions and noble sacrifices behind my actions."
"Now, in the holy name of Bahamut, the Guardian of Order and the Platinum Dragon God, I give you one last chance!"
"Immediately and unconditionally release all the suffering races you have enslaved, and unconditionally hand over all the ill-gotten gains you have plundered through evil means!"
This solemn declaration was accompanied by
Beneath the dragon scales covering Alberto's strong right arm, a dazzling light suddenly shone, seemingly emanating from within.
The light was not a simple glow, but rather like a living tattoo, clearly emerging on his golden arm.
Upon closer inspection, one can vaguely discern three lines of runic oaths inscribed in extremely ancient dragon language.
Smother hope! Rule with an iron fist! Might makes right!
The oath is simple, but when you look at it, you can naturally understand the profound meaning behind it.
Extinguish hope: It is not enough to merely defeat the enemy in battle; your victory must be significant enough to utterly shatter the enemy's will to fight. Swords can end lives, but fear can destroy nations.
Iron-fisted rule: Once you have completed the conquest, you will not tolerate any dissent. Your words are the law. Those who follow will be favored, and those who disobey will be punished as a warning to others.
Might makes right: You will rule until a stronger force rises. At that time, you must become stronger and face the challenge, or you will face your own destruction.
"These are—the Oath of Conquest. This guy has taken up the post, and he's on the Holy Dragon path."
Iron Dragon Sorog felt a chill run down his spine.
In the Dragon Clan's heritage, the path based on the Paladin profession is called the Holy Dragon.
Whether they are ordinary paladins or holy dragons, those who swear an oath of conquest will inevitably choose to seek glory and conquest in battle. For them, simply establishing order is not enough; chaotic forces must be crushed. Only the most extreme and radical beings in the lawful camp can swear an oath of conquest.
"I came, I saw, I conquered!"
"Count out your sins, and await my righteous judgment and great conquest, Alberto!"
Holy Oath Spell: Conquer the Intimidating Force!
The golden dragon Alberto roared and howled, unleashing an even stronger aura than before. As it swept across the surroundings, it caused the iron dragon Sorog, the red dragon Samantha, and the white dragon Therese to feel an involuntary sense of panic and trembling, and to think of something they didn't want to do with the golden dragon Alberto.
Resilient spirit! Mechanical thinking! Cold heart!
They use their own methods or the corresponding skills and spells of their race to enhance their mental attributes and dispel feelings of panic and trembling.
But it was only for a brief moment.
Alberto was already approaching, almost within reach.
Iron Dragon sensed danger. The young golden dragon was extremely powerful and could not be dealt with by them alone. Therefore, he used his ultimate skill - the Summoning Technique of the King of Molten Iron!
"The golden dragon is powerful, come quickly!"
Sorog knew that Red Iron Dragon was nearby, and immediately sought help through his blood relatives.
At the same time, Alberto's massive body blocked out the light of day, and his right claw, etched with a tattoo-like, shining oath, rose up, launching the first attack on the white dragon Therese.
The key to defeating multiple opponents is to take them down one by one, and it is crucial to avoid spreading your resources too thin.
Alberto had already devised a battle strategy in the blink of an eye: first defeat the strong white dragon, then the iron dragon, and finally the most physically powerful red dragon.
"As expected, they attacked me first!"
Bai Long understood.
If a battle were to break out, as the dragon with the lowest ecological niche present, she guessed based on her own theories that the golden dragon would most likely attack her first, so she was prepared in advance.
Ice Mist!
Thick, cold icy fog spread and expanded as the white dragon stretched its wings, threatening to engulf the young golden dragon.
Just then, Alberto's pupils suddenly contracted, his eyes showing fear. He flapped his dragon wings violently and retreated at top speed, avoiding the sweeping ice mist, the lava fireballs spewed by the red dragon, and the sharp claws swept by the iron dragon.
"Huh? You scared me off?"
White Dragon Therese thought this at first, but then shook her head, realizing: "Impossible, unless a higher ecological niche has appeared. Oh, it must be Garus who has arrived."
She turned her head and looked.
Sure enough, a crimson meteor streaked across the sky, tearing through the dawn, and arrived at the battlefield at an incredible speed.
In the blink of an eye, the red iron dragon cut off the golden dragon's retreat route.
That ridiculously strong body crashed into Alberto's field of vision, causing his golden eyes to narrow into slits, and for the first time, a look of caution appeared in his eyes.
"Incorrect judgment".
"This red iron hybrid dragon is their leader."
He thought to himself.
Now, there's another level 14 hybrid dragon. Judging from its powerful and ferocious body that even he felt a deep sense of oppression, its true strength probably cannot be measured by its life level. Moreover, it has three evil dragons as accomplices.
The situation reversed, and Alberto felt that his advantage had disappeared.
"Golden Dragon, since you want to fight rather than communicate and exchange ideas between civilizations, then come on."
"Garos said."
"It seems you are the true lord of this land."
Alberto's gaze swept over the dragons, finally settling on the Red Iron Dragon, his eyes revealing a defiant look: "Trying to outnumber us? What a despicable dragon."
He was using reverse psychology.
If he can provoke the Red Iron Dragon into a knight-like one-on-one duel and defeat him, then he will have a chance to crush all the evil dragons here.
"You think I need to win by sheer numbers?"
Red Iron Dragon flew into a rage and said in a deep voice, "Then so be it. I will defeat you alone and leave you speechless!"
After saying that.
Before Alberto could even rejoice at the success of his provocation, he saw Red Iron Dragon's expression instantly calm down, his previous anger completely subsided, as if it had never existed.
Red Iron Dragon: "You wanted to hear what I just said, didn't you?"
Alberto paused slightly, and the smile on the dragon's face vanished.
"But, as you said, we evil dragons are treacherous and have no sense of morality."
Garus raised his dragon claw and swung it cleanly and decisively towards the golden dragon.
"superior!"
The next second, led by the Red Iron Dragon, the Ignas family of dragons launched an attack to hunt down the Golden Dragon.
(End of this chapter)
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