Chapter 372 The Heart of Thunder
Thick, dark clouds surged and gathered, and countless silver snakes danced wildly.
Below, around a towering, steep cliff, dragons of various shapes and sizes are circling and soaring.
When a massive, deep blue figure, crackling with blinding lightning, flew out of the nest and landed steadily at the highest point of the cliff, all the dragons of juvenile age and above folded their wings one by one and landed on the cliff platform, circling around the figure.
At a glance, among the dragons gathered here, the blue dragons, whose scales are in different shades of blue, are the most numerous, and their bodies emit static electricity crackling sounds.
In addition, one can also see a few red dragons with scarlet scales, relatively slender green dragons, and other types of evil dragons, which together constitute the Dominican dragon herd.
"Chief! Congratulations on your awakening from your slumber."
"You will guide us once more! Your thunder and storms will surely sweep across the entire wilderness!"
"Under your leadership, the Dominican dragon herd will surely reclaim their lost homeland and restore their former glory! Slay those giants!"
Amidst the noisy and enthusiastic chorus of praise and flattery from the dragons, the giant dragon that had become the focus of the entire scene was clearly revealed to all the dragons.
This is a strong, muscular, and robust young blue dragon.
His size was significantly larger than all the other dragons around him, and his mere presence exuded a heavy sense of oppression.
He has deep blue scales, the smooth surface reflecting leaping electric light, one after another tightly interlocked, and on the scales are many clearly visible, crisscrossing battle lines, telling of the countless battles he has experienced over the long years, incomparably profound and resilient.
His dragon horns did not grow on the top of his head, but were located at the top of his snout, like a thick, long, and sharp spiral spear, with tiny, dangerous electric sparks constantly jumping and bursting from its surface, emitting a faint sizzling sound.
What is most striking is his dragon wings.
As he stretched out his body, his wing membranes unfolded like two huge, dark blue flags. It was clear that the wing membranes were covered with dense patterns that resembled natural lightning trails or countless forked tree branches.
At this very moment, countless tiny electric currents are flowing and flashing rapidly along these textures, as if imprinting a piece of sky covered by thunderstorms onto them.
He is the leader of the Dominic dragon pack, revered by all members as the mighty dragon with the heart of thunder.
—Perest Dominic.
Health Level: 20.
Perest is now in the final stages of his prime, his life burning brightly. In a few decades, he will cross the threshold of four hundred years old and become an old dragon.
Blue dragons of the same age have an average life level of about 18.
Perest not only reached level 20, but also pursued a high level of professional skill.
Without a doubt, he was one of the best among the blue dragons, an outstanding powerhouse; otherwise, he would not have been able to intimidate the dragons and serve as their leader.
The blue dragon leader slightly moved its stiff neck, letting the rain pouring down from the sky wash over its thick scales, and felt the long-lost breath of the outside world.
At the same time, his gaze slowly swept across the faces of every dragon around him.
"What noteworthy changes have occurred in the Sel Wilderness during my years of slumber?"
He said.
Among the dragons, another blue dragon, second only to Perest in size, stepped forward in response.
Zolaya, a mature female blue dragon, with a life level of 17.
She possesses beautiful sky-blue scales and shares similar energy fluctuations and bloodline aura with Perest.
She was a direct descendant of Perest and his most capable subordinate. During Perest's slumber, the Dominic dragon colony was mainly managed by Zolaya.
Unlike other standard blue dragons:
Her dragon horns did not grow at the tip of her nose; their thick roots were located on both sides of her head, near the back of her ears, and then meandered upwards and backwards, forming numerous complex and elegant branches. At first glance, they resembled the antlers of a stag, but were thicker, harder, and more magnificent.
Clearly, she has some special mutations.
"Father, the development of the situation is largely in line with our predictions before we went to sleep."
"Initially, with the collapse of the old order, the wilderness of Sel was engulfed in war and flames of conflict. As time passed, powerful beings emerged in various regions, each capable of carving out their own territory and known as the 'Regional King'."
She paused briefly, then continued her report.
"In the central region where our Dominic Dragon Group is located, the one who was originally the most likely to contend for the title of regional king was the red dragon, Gorsas, who was known as the Mad King by many intelligent beings."
Previously, Leticia the Iron Dragon hoped to form an alliance with the dragons to jointly deal with the enormous threat that was Gorsas.
Long Qun ultimately chose to refuse.
The reason is simple.
Their leader is in the prime of his life and asleep. At this critical juncture, it would be unwise to provoke a mad and powerful enemy like Gorsas.
During the period when their leader was asleep, the Dominic dragon pack maintained a high degree of restraint, strictly controlling their minions and followers, and dutifully managing their existing territory in the central region. They did not expand outwards on a large scale and deliberately concealed their sharpness, thus not leaving behind much of a illustrious reputation in the wilderness.
But this does not mean they are weak.
On the contrary, a dragon herd that can forcefully restrain the dragons' natural desire for expansion and conquest is often more terrifying than a dragon herd that is unrestrained and disorganized.
Upon hearing the name Gorsas, a burst of even brighter sparks erupted from the horn on Perest's nose, crackling loudly.
“Gorsas…I know him.”
Perest slowly said, "A wild, mad dragon whose mind is filled with destruction and slaughter is indeed a formidable opponent."
He was very rational and frankly admitted: "If we were to fight head-on at the same level of life, I probably wouldn't be his match."
The ability to openly admit that one is inferior to other dragons of the same age is a rare quality among the generally proud and arrogant evil dragons, and is quite uncommon even among the relatively more rational blue dragon population.
"but."
The Thunderheart then changed the subject, his powerful confidence returning to his voice: "I have the advantage of time. Now that I have just ended my prime slumber, my life level has reached level 20, the pinnacle below legendary, and I will surely surpass him who is still asleep."
"With me leading the charge, and by gathering the strength of our entire Dominic dragon herd, it shouldn't be difficult to hunt down a powerful but mentally unstable mad dragon."
However.
After he said this, the surrounding dragons did not immediately roar in agreement, but instead looked at each other in bewilderment.
This was clearly not the reaction Perest had anticipated.
His eyes narrowed slightly as he surveyed the silent dragons.
"Father."
The blue dragon Zolaya spoke up at the opportune moment, revealing the reason: "You awoke a step too late. The Mad King Gorsas is already dead."
Seeing the fleeting look of astonishment in her father's eyes, she continued, "The one who killed him was the ruler of the Northwest Wilderness, the Red and Iron Dragon, the King of Molten Iron."
The battle between Garros and Gorsas was a massive and spectacular affair.
Before long, information about the identities of the two sides in the battle and the final outcome gradually spread throughout the wilderness community through various clues and the investigations of certain individuals.
Since then.
The reputation of the Iron King spread like wildfire across the Wilderness of Sel, and many intelligent beings have even privately recognized him as the strongest dragon in the wilderness, arousing countless fears and respect.
The blue dragon Zolaya recounted to Perest in as much detail as she knew the various rumors and information about the rise of the Iron Lord, the composition of his tribe, and the killing of Gorsas.
Finally, as if remembering something, she pondered for a moment and added, "There is another matter, which involves the internal rules of our Dragon Clan, and requires your personal decision, Father."
The blue dragon leader nodded slightly, adopting a listening posture, indicating that the other party should speak.
“When our dragon pack was fighting with those sworn enemies, the storm giants, for territory and resources in the coastal areas, some of our cowardly members betrayed the dragon pack and fled alone during the most intense battles.”
Zolaya said, "Based on the intelligence we later gathered, it can be confirmed that some of these despicable traitors survived and wandered to the northwestern region of the wilderness, and... currently seem to be under the command of that Iron King."
Perest's gaze suddenly became incredibly sharp.
Unlike other evil dragons, blue dragons are social dragons that live in groups.
The area is home to many dragons, and the importance of strict rules is self-evident. Among all the ironclad rules of the Dominic Dragon Clan, not one tolerates those who betray their clan.
"Those damned, cowardly traitors! We must find them and tear them to pieces!"
"How dare the Iron King harbor them! This is a blatant provocation and insult to our Dominic Dragon Clan! Chief, we should immediately declare war on the Iron King! Let's wash away this shame with flames!"
A fiery red dragon could not contain itself and let out an angry growl.
"Idiot! Shut up!"
Blue Dragon Chief Perest turned his head sharply to look at the dragon who had interrupted.
Boom!
Without any warning, a bolt of lightning struck down from the sky, hitting the young red dragon and causing him to convulse and tremble.
After disciplining the unruly red dragon, his gaze remained sharp as a knife, but instead of anger, it gleamed with a calm, thoughtful light.
A mature blue dragon like him, approaching four hundred years old and with a wealth of experience, is no longer one of those young, impulsive dragons. He is able to control some of his nature and think and make decisions more rationally.
The fact that the Iron King was able to kill the Red Dragon Gorsas, whom even he admitted was difficult to deal with, shows that he should not be underestimated.
Moreover, according to intelligence, the other party is not a lone wolf.
He commands a powerful tribe and numerous loyal followers, as well as other dragons who follow him, making him a true lord of the dragons.
If we rashly provoke a full-scale war between two powerful dragon groups because of a few traitors, the risks involved may far outweigh the benefits.
After a brief and quick weighing of the pros and cons, Perest made his decision.
"Zolaya, my daughter."
He looked at his most trusted descendant, his voice regaining its composure.
"To show our sincerity, you will personally travel to the Northwest region."
"You need to meet with the Iron King and personally convey my thoughts to him regarding those cowards who betrayed Dominic. I hope to have a friendly and frank communication and negotiation with him. I believe that a true strongman should be able to understand the necessity for us to uphold the rules of the dragon race."
The blue dragon Zolaya nodded slightly, indicating that she accepted the order.
She didn't leave immediately. After hesitating for a few seconds, she finally asked, "Father, I understand what you mean."
"However, if... if the Iron King refuses to communicate, or if our communication and negotiations ultimately fail to reach an agreement."
"So, what should we do next?"
She had gathered a great deal of intelligence and had an impression of the Iron King she had never met based on that information.
In her judgment, it was definitely a dragon with a firm will, a tough style, a mighty and domineering nature, and a strong sense of self. Once it made a decision, it probably wouldn't easily change its mind because of what others thought.
"It's very simple."
The blue dragon leader grinned, revealing its ferocious fangs that gleamed with a cold light.
"If negotiations can't resolve something, then we'll use a more direct approach."
"Claws, fangs! And thunder and storm!"
He values practical interests and is unwilling to engage in wars where the risks outweigh the rewards. He would not rashly launch a full-scale war against another powerful dragon clan.
However, he also placed great importance on the rules and dignity of the dragon herd, which is the foundation upon which the Dominic dragon herd has been able to stand to this day.
In any case, those dragons who betrayed their kind must pay the price.
“I understand, Father.”
Blue Dragon Zoraya nodded.
Without further hesitation, she soared into the sky and flew straight towards the northwest region ruled by the Ignas dragons.
After continuing their conversation with the other dragon members, they learned about the current situation of the dragon horde.
The Dominic leader suddenly unfurled his massive wings, which were branded with countless lightning bolt patterns, and his deep blue dragon body soared into the sky, disappearing into the dark clouds.
His figure was faintly visible in the clouds.
At the same time, countless wildly dancing silver snakes in the dark clouds converged towards his body, forming a nearly solid ball of lightning centered on the blue dragon leader.
He absorbed and absorbed the immense energy of the lightning.
The blue dragon leader's unstable aura, caused by its long slumber, quickly solidified and became fuller.
After a period of time.
The blue dragon Zolaya did not get to meet the Iron King as she had hoped.
She came representing the Dominik Dragon Clan. Iron Dragon Sorog did not take it lightly and immediately notified the Iron King, who was located at the border.
It concerns another group of dragons.
Whether it's negotiation or direct war, the final decision rests with Galus.
(End of this chapter)
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