Chapter 74 The Howling Moon Clan, The Advancing Copper Dragon
Coniferous valley, sulfur pool.
Galos threw pieces of copper ore into it.
This type of ore is distributed around the Conifer Valley. It is a type of fire-attribute metallic ore. When it comes into contact with the sulfur pool, it will undergo a high-temperature reaction. The bears previously used copper to enhance the effect of the sulfur pool, making it boil, hotter, and producing more steam.
Sizzle!
When pieces of copper ore come into contact with the sulfur pool water, bubbles immediately and continuously emerge from the pool water, hissing and rising in temperature.
Galos did not jump into the sulfur pool.
He lifted the dragon wings, which were coated with the venomous blood of the serpent dragon, and placed them horizontally on the sulfur pool, allowing the parts corroded by the venomous blood to withstand the impact of the high-temperature steam.
Those high-temperature steams carrying moisture.
It was incredibly intrusive, burrowing into the bloody hole in the dragon's wing. The pain it sent made Galos's lips twitch slightly.
Ordinary high temperatures don't bother him.
Due to the influence of the Blessing of Fire, his fire resistance, which initially decreased, has recently been steadily increasing, surpassing its previous peak and making him virtually immune to ordinary fire damage.
However, high-temperature steam causes mixed damage.
Especially when combined with the water-based damage from Kergaros and the pain from snake venom, the sensation is indescribable. If I had to describe it, it would be like having a dense network of mouth ulcers and then eating a mouthful of chili powder, which you then spread evenly on each ulcer with your tongue.
Even if the attempt fails, it can still increase water resistance to some extent.
The excruciating pain was even more unbearable when not in combat; Garus's tail thrashed incessantly, and his dragon wings trembled.
But his eyes hardened, and he still stretched out his dragon wings to withstand the steam impact.
"Pain? I am the master of my body."
"Mere pain, surrender to me!"
"This isn't painful, it's exhilarating, that's the feeling I'm looking for."
Galos grinned and threw another piece of copper ore into the sulfur pool, making the steam denser and hotter. It hurt so much that he grimaced, but he just wouldn't move his dragon wings.
The fairy dragon Vera and the red dragon Samantha exchanged a glance, both seeing the shock in each other's eyes.
"Garos has become even more monstrous."
"He actually tortured himself in this way; ordinary pain was no longer enough for him."
Samantha silently took a few steps back from the steamy area and said.
"When did Garos start exhibiting these symptoms?" the fairy dragon asked疑惑地问道, "Could he have developed some kind of dragon-like psychosis?"
Dragons have highly developed brains, making them better able to perceive the essence of the world.
However, this also makes it possible for dragons to develop mental illnesses.
Unlimited gluttony, extreme addiction to magic, and wandering away from their nests are all signs of mental illness in dragons. Galos's symptoms are not common, but the fairy dragon thinks they are somewhat like the precursors to 'mental illness'.
"As far as I remember, he always liked it this way."
Samantha touched the keratin on her jaw and said thoughtfully, "This shouldn't be a mental illness, but rather some kind of fetish. It was mentioned in my heritage that some intelligent beings enjoy the feeling of being injured and in pain."
"That's probably how Garus is; the more pain he feels, the more he enjoys it."
The fairy dragon suddenly realized and nodded: "As expected of Garus, he is different from others, even his hobbies are so strange."
Garus was struggling with the pain and didn't notice the conversation between the two dragons.
Otherwise, he would definitely come up and slap them, making them pay the price for their slander and defamation!
Three days later, they would have to go to Crescent Valley again. If the werewolves of the Howling Moon Clan chose to refuse, a battle would be necessary. This time, Garos only tried it out briefly and stopped not long after.
Time flies.
In the blink of an eye, three days had passed.
Galos had recovered almost completely, so he took to the air and flew towards Crescent Valley.
To be on the safe side, two days ago, he ordered Mobel to lead most of the Violent Bears toward Crescent Valley. Galos did not need them to launch an attack; he only required them to stay at a certain distance, stand on the outskirts, and hide.
In this way...
If communication with the Howling Moon Clan is unpleasant.
With the help of the bears, the chances of completely wiping out the werewolf tribe and catching no one alive are even higher.
Meanwhile, in Crescent Valley, the Howling Moon Clan.
The old shaman, the chieftain, and a group of strong gray-maned werewolves were waiting for the dragons to arrive in the clan's territory. Some of the werewolves had fresh wounds on their bodies. The number of giant wolves in the clan had increased, while the number of werewolves had decreased accordingly.
These ten days.
The Howling Moon Clan did not have a peaceful life.
The old shaman and the chieftain, the two highest clan leaders, both tended to submit to and follow the dragons.
Standing at the highest position and bearing the most pressure, they knew how difficult it was to lead their tribe to survive in the wilderness. Moreover, by consulting some ancient books in their tribe that recorded knowledge about dragons overnight, they realized that Garus was probably just a young dragon, yet he was able to kill the vicious serpent that they considered their greatest enemy. Such a performance was no ordinary dragon.
Follow a young dragon with extraordinary potential.
This is a good option for the wilderness clans.
Moreover, because of Galus's final kind words, they felt that Galus was not a cruel and bloodthirsty dragon.
However, opinions within the tribe were not unified. Some werewolves, haunted by the shadow cast by the cliff serpent dragon, firmly believed that wolves should not be allowed to enter their territory again.
Soon, the different voices turned into different factions.
The initially peaceful discussion gradually turned heated.
The gray-maned werewolves also respect the strong. Since they can't reach a conclusion through negotiation, they'll fight, and whoever has the bigger fist will be obeyed in the end.
then.
In order to determine the future direction of the clan.
At this crucial juncture, a group of werewolves with the same goal but different ideas began a duel, which ultimately ended in victory for the shaman and the chieftain.
Those individuals who participated in the duel and lost.
According to the tradition of the Howling Moon Clan, they willingly transformed into giant wolves, relinquishing their intelligence and relying on their wild instincts and thinking to continue guarding the clan under the guidance of other werewolves.
call!
A sharp whistle came from afar, growing louder as it approached.
To demonstrate his power, Garus once again streaked across the sky like a crimson meteor, descending upon the territory of the Howling Moon Clan.
His gaze swept over the werewolves, finally settling on the old shaman.
Galos smiled slightly and said, "How have you decided? Will you choose to follow me under my wings and walk on a brighter path, or will you reject my offer and continue to struggle for survival in the wilderness?"
The old shaman was the first to bow his head and kneel before Garus.
“Noble and powerful dragons, it is an honor for our Howling Moon Clan to serve you.”
"From this day forward, the Howling Moon Clan will become your servants, offering their loyalty to you. Wherever you go, the Howling Moon Wolves will follow."
It's like pressing a switch.
One by one, the werewolves knelt before Garros.
Thus, Galus acquired his first intelligent creature retinue.
The process went smoothly, as if it were a natural outcome.
Immediately afterwards, Galos noticed the change in the number of giant wolves and werewolves in the Howling Moon Clan.
"What's going on with these new giant wolves?"
He asked the old shaman.
The old shaman, with a complex expression, slowly said, "They were once warriors who held opposing views, but now they have shed their wisdom and become beasts, guarding the clan in another way."
Then, it told Galus the details.
This made Galos somewhat emotional and thoughtful.
He simply offered a choice and didn't care about the Howling Moon Clan's reaction, only waiting for the final result.
The Howling Moon Clan was making a choice.
However, within those short ten days, they experienced an internal struggle.
This made Galos realize even more.
In this dog-eat-dog world, how important is strength?
A single thought or a whim of the strong can determine the fate of the weak, giving them a new lease on life or plunging them into the abyss.
at the same time.
Red Maple Ridge, located in the northern part of the Serian Wilderness, between the wilderness and the permafrost tundra.
The bronze dragon soared into the sky.
"You evil hybrid dragon! I will find you, defeat you, capture you, train you, and transform you into a benevolent dragon!"
Equipped with brand-new gear and having undergone more than half a year of rigorous training, the copper dragon soared into the sky with high morale.
(End of this chapter)
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