Chapter 294 Galos: Father? I've come to kill you! (Daily 10,000 words, please vote!)
"Since the Federation's suppressive power has gradually weakened, powerful monsters lurking in the depths of the wilderness are constantly emerging. Even we dragons must not let our guard down there."
He paused slightly at this point.
Taking a sniff of the unique scent of the red dragon lineage emanating from Garos in the air, Alberto seemed to recall some important information and added, "According to information I've gathered through my own channels, there's more than one powerful dragon wreaking havoc in the wilderness these days."
“An old plague dragon has awakened from its ancient slumber, crawling out of its lair and spreading death and disease everywhere.”
"There is also a ferocious red dragon known as 'Wings of Burning Mountains' or 'Crazy Blood Flame,' which is extremely arrogant and kills its own kind of dragons without hesitation. It is very powerful, and I would probably have to go around it if I encountered it."
"A group of blue dragons from the Boiling Sea are advancing and retreating together, recruiting and subduing their followers in the depths of the wilderness, and rapidly expanding their territory."
"…………"
“Not only that,” Alberto continued, his voice tinged with seriousness, “our dragons’ old adversaries—those giants—are also beginning to show their tracks in the shadows of the wilderness, along with those powerful monsters and ferocious beasts… I estimate that they will become increasingly active in the future, and the wilderness will only become more and more dangerous.”
Chaotic times are both fertile ground for ambitious people to vie for power and a breeding ground for terrifying monsters to break free of their restraints and proliferate unchecked.
The vast and boundless Serbian wilderness, with its abundant and unique resources, has always been a natural habitat for many powerful creatures.
only.
For centuries, under the shadow of the Federation, the overlords of the wilderness wisely concealed their sharp claws, suppressed their instinctive roars, and lay in wait in the shadows, carefully avoiding that unshakeable edge.
However.
When the predators of the wilderness, with their beast-like keen intuition, clearly sensed that the once unbreakable shackles of oppression imposed by the Federation on this no-man's-land were beginning to loosen.
Their bloodthirsty and greedy edge, hidden deep within their bloodline, gradually became uncontrollable, like an undercurrent surging beneath a thawing ice river, quietly revealing itself beneath the silent surface of the wilderness.
The situation is as clear as a cloudless, blazing sun.
It won't be long before the land of Sel Wilderness, which bears the blood and death of countless people, is transformed into a place where risks and opportunities intertwine, and where blood and wealth coexist.
Even someone as powerful as Garus knew this in his heart.
If he wants to get a share of the pie in this coming storm and seize enough benefits and a foothold, he must wait patiently until he has passed through his slumber and entered a more powerful youth before he has enough strength and confidence to truly stand firm and gain a foothold on this dog-eat-dog stage.
For now, he can only watch from the sidelines.
at the same time.
As Alberto's metallic words fell, Red Iron Dragon remained silent.
He had long foreseen the impending upheaval in the wilderness, but that was not the real reason for his current emotional turmoil.
What truly silenced Garus and made him ponder deeply was the red dragon that Alberto casually mentioned.
Wings of Burning Mountains, Blazing Blood Flames—his true name is Gorsas.
He was Garus's biological father, whom he had never met and who only existed in brief descriptions of other dragons.
Although I have never seen its true appearance in person, I only know from the brief introduction given by the silver dragon Edley.
An image of a monstrous dragon, utterly insane, chaotic, and devoid of any regard for blood ties or kinship, was clearly etched into Garus's mind.
“Gorsas… I never expected that he would choose to return to the volcano of the Sel Wilderness, which is about to explode, at this moment.”
Hong Tielong's eyes sharpened, narrowing slightly as his thoughts raced.
If, unfortunately, one were to encounter Gorsas at this time and place...
Galos knew perfectly well that with his current life level and accumulated power, he had no chance of winning against the infamous Burning Mountain Wing, which was already in its prime.
More importantly...
Faced with a chaotic and tyrannical dragon whose temperament is perverse and tyrannical, whose mind is unpredictable and whose behavior is completely beyond the comprehension of common sense, even his biological father with whom he has the most direct blood connection, Garus could not muster the slightest thought of contacting or recognizing him.
That would be tantamount to putting oneself in danger.
As the saying goes, "When kings do not meet, they must first avoid their sharp edge."
but.
The Serbian wilderness is vast and has a complex and varied terrain, with mountains, rift valleys, sand dunes, and dense forests forming a vast land.
Given Gorsas's completely capricious and unpredictable style of doing things, as long as Galus remains vigilant, plans his route, and deliberately avoids areas where he might be active, he will be able to escape.
Unless the goddess of misfortune pours all her malice upon herself, the chance of directly running into that mad dragon is extremely slim.
However, things can change unexpectedly.
If the two sides do encounter each other and stand on opposite sides...
Since there is no tenderness or bond between them, and only a natural repulsion and wariness stemming from their bloodline, when faced with a life-or-death situation where they must kill each other, Galos will not hesitate or feel any pity whatsoever.
The father bids farewell, the son laughs; killing one's father brings no regret.
Such scenes are commonplace among evil dragons.
"Alberto."
Galos's deep voice rang out, "Regarding the 'Crazy Bloodflame' Gorsas you just mentioned, besides his name and infamy, do you have any more detailed or specific information?"
"He is a young red dragon, whose real name is Gorsas."
Alberto's expression was solemn, as if facing a formidable enemy, his eyes flashing with fear of that infamous reputation.
"The exact life level cannot be fully determined yet, but it is most likely to be level 19."
"One of his most famous achievements in the wilderness was his successful breakout and escape during a large-scale hunt organized by the Federation."
"Its nature is extremely cruel and tyrannical, making it the purest red dragon in the red dragon race, the ultimate example of evil dragons."
He paused slightly, glancing at Galos carefully.
Why ask about him all of a sudden?
Alberto's voice carried obvious doubt: "Have you had contact with Gorsas? Or had you heard of his infamous reputation beforehand?"
Garros's visor was hard and thick, revealing no obvious emotional fluctuations.
He responded, "It's just because we have similar bloodlines that I can't help but be curious."
Alberto failed to notice the subtle, complex emotion hidden in Red Iron Dragon's words.
He nodded in realization, his tone tinged with emotion: "So that's how it is. Your performance was so calm and composed that I almost forgot that you also have that half of the fiery, restless blood of the Red Dragon flowing through your veins."
“I can hardly sense any of the violence and madness that belong to the Red Dragon in you.”
He pressed further, "Is it that the blood of that evil dragon has no effect on your will? Or is it because of your hybridity, and the other half of the iron dragon bloodline you inherited is more powerful, thus suppressing and neutralizing the chaotic nature originating from the red dragon?"
Galos's expression remained unchanged as he said, "Using reason to control power is one of my firm beliefs."
immediately.
He composed himself, refocused his attention on the matter at hand, and continued to discuss with Alberto the Golden Dragon other equally important and turbulent developments in the Ser Wilderness.
Except for that mad red dragon that casts an ominous shadow.
The sizable blue dragon horde that Alberto mentioned also aroused Garoth's high alert.
He had spoken with the few dragons that had escaped from afar and learned that they had defected from a hierarchical blue dragon community.
and.
The community nest they loathed and resisted was located on the Boiling Sea, west of the Serbian wilderness.
“The Blue Dragon Swarm,” Alberto murmured. “I’ve heard they’re called—the Dominic Family.”
Upon hearing Alberto clearly utter the name, Galos felt a chill run down his spine.
It's like my wish came true.
The Dominic family is the same family from which the Blue Dragon Heriam and his companions defected.
If the blue dragon family, which is expanding its power in the middle of the wilderness, discovers any clues and learns that the Ignas dragon pack has taken in the little dragons that escaped from them, it would be disastrous.
A fierce conflict between the two sides is likely inevitable.
However, Galos quickly suppressed this worry.
This is not something we need to consider right now.
He turned his scrutinizing gaze to Alberto and asked, "Alberto, where did you get all this information about Gorsas, the Dominic family, and the changes in the Wilderness?"
Alberto proudly raised his head and straightened his broad chest in front of the red iron dragon.
“Garos, do you think my dazzling golden scales are merely a pretty decoration? My network of connections is far beyond what any dragon could imagine.”
Finally, they found a field where they could hold their heads high in front of Galos and demonstrate their own advantages.
Alberto felt a long-lost sense of pride and comfort that belonged to the Golden Dragon.
He continued, his tone tinged with reminiscence, "To give you the most direct example..."
“My biological parents thought I was too unorthodox and incompatible with the traditional Golden Dragon Way in my early years.”
"In order to guide me back to the right path in their eyes and expose me to more orthodox values and society, they sent me to the prosperous and powerful Kingdom of Rebos when I was still a young dragon to receive education in their royal academy."
"There, I met many open-minded and insightful human friends, including several princes and noble heirs. With their encouragement and support, I became even more determined to choose this extraordinary path!"
Galos was speechless for a moment.
This experience was truly beyond his imagination.
However, if he were Alberto's traditional golden dragon parents, they would probably find it quite troublesome and troublesome to deal with such a rebellious offspring.
After exchanging a few more words about other possible threats and opportunities in the wilderness, Alberto slowly calmed his slightly rapid breathing, which had become labored from the intense training.
He abandoned his previous casualness, his expression turning serious, and solemnly said to the red iron dragon:
“Garos, my territory in the wilderness is beginning to take shape and will grow stronger day by day. You should hurry up too. I look forward to the day when we can fight side by side on this vast wilderness!”
The words were spoken without the slightest hesitation.
The golden dragon Alberto flapped its wings and soared into the sky, gradually merging into the dark sky and finally disappearing, leaving only the lingering ripples in the air.
Galos silently gazed in the direction where the golden dragon had disappeared, and took a deep breath.
The scent of the desolate evening, carrying the unique coldness of metal and the smell of dust, filled his lungs.
He suddenly felt a slight tingling sensation beneath the dragon scales. Turning his head to examine his scales, which were covered with a thick metallic sheen, he thought to himself: It's time to have the snake-man swordsman give me a good polishing.
Immediately, he took flight and flew towards the fertile plains.
Fulfilling yet peaceful days slip through your fingers like sand, quietly passing by without leaving a trace.
In the blink of an eye, a month has passed.
At this moment, the Ironforge tribe was already preparing for war and everything was ready.
An army of elite tribal warriors has been assembled, like a long-sharpened blade, waiting only for their dragon lord's command to shoot like an arrow towards the wilderness of Sel, taking the lead in piercing the edge of the wilderness.
at the same time.
Inside the deep fourth level of Burning Steel Fortress, Red Iron Dragon was silently gazing at an object held tightly in its claws.
"What an exquisite creation... It truly deserves to be called the pinnacle of alchemy. Only by relying on the vast and unparalleled industry of a kingdom can such a crystal be created."
Within Garus's massive claws, powerful enough to crush rocks.
A colorless crystal, about the size of a human head, crystal clear and transparent to the extreme, pure and flawless like frozen air, lay there quietly.
As the angle changes slightly, it seems as if liquid radiance is slowly flowing inside, refracting the colors of the surrounding environment.
It presents an amazing, perfect cube structure. Every edge and every straight line is so precise that it seems to have been measured and cut by the most precise hand of the gods. To observe it with the naked eye, it is impossible to detect even the slightest flaw or error. It is like a perfect combination of geometry and energy.
—Black oil crystals.
Under Galos's instruction and arrangement, the gem merchant group belonging to the Ignas Dragonflight successfully received this crucial gift of sincerity secretly sent by Princess Elena at the designated location.
The incredibly precious crystal, containing terrifying energy, was carefully placed into a specially made container and floated downstream along the mighty Estonian River.
They were escorted by skilled guards in disguise, and finally arrived safely and silently at Garros's Steel Keep, where they were solemnly handed over to Garros's claws.
It's hard for ordinary people to imagine.
The original black oil, thick as ink, murky like melted asphalt, and emitting a pungent odor, after undergoing countless infuriatingly complex processes of refining, purifying, compressing, and solidifying in a kingdom-level alchemy workshop, finally solidifies into an essence that is incredibly pure and translucent, like the world's finest and most flawless natural gemstone, exuding an extraordinary beauty.
However, when Garus opened his dragon mouth, preparing to swallow it whole...
An interesting phenomenon has occurred.
His dragon-like instinct for possessing wealth and treasures did not resist this object in the slightest.
Perhaps because black oil crystals are a cutting-edge product of modern alchemy rather than gold and silver treasures in the traditional sense, the dragon's innate greed and obsession with ancient treasures was not aroused in it.
This means something extremely important.
As long as the quantity of black oil crystals is large enough, Garos can devour them all without any psychological hindrance, turning them into pure fuel to propel his own life level to new heights.
He hesitated for a moment, but ultimately removed the black oil crystals from his lips.
"Only when we are about to enter a period of dormant evolution should we consume these crystals together to maximize their effect."
Galos calmly calculated in his mind.
His evolution is not something that comes out of thin air; it requires energy, and the improvement of life level is also inseparable from energy supply. The more rare things a dragon devours in one go before going into hibernation, the higher the probability of its life level improving.
After crystallization.
Hong Tielong stood up and walked out.
It was midday, and the blazing sun poured down, illuminating the magnificent Steel Fortress with its brilliant light. The steel fortress seemed to be burning fiercely, truly living up to its name.
Red Iron Dragon strolled to the spacious observation deck.
His deep gaze pierced the shadows of the fortress, fixed on the vast, boundless horizon of the southern wilderness.
At this seemingly ordinary, peaceful midday, Garus raised his head, which was covered in thick scales, and issued a command through blood ties.
"Sorog, Samantha."
"The time has come to reclaim our lost territories."
"Pass down the order: advance towards the Sel Wilderness! The first objective is to lock onto—the Scaled Earth Rift!"
After a brief silence, two responses came from the depths of Galos's mind.
Iron Dragon Sorog tried to suppress his excitement and said calmly, "Yes, my dear brother, the warriors are ready and will advance immediately."
The red dragon Samantha then roared.
"Roar—!!! Anyone who stands in our way will be reduced to ashes!!!"
More than a decade after escaping the Serbian wilderness.
The Ignas dragons, their wings now fully grown, are about to make a comeback, revealing their long-sharpened fangs and claws, tearing apart the sky and land that once belonged to them, and reclaiming everything they had lost.
(End of this chapter)
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