Chapter 80 I will be back!
Under a stormy sky, the bronze dragon finished reciting its riddle, then wagged its tail triumphantly, awaiting Garus's answer.
Galos was speechless and fell silent.
Copper dragons are natural riddle dragons, but one thing is certain: when creating riddles, they will never lie, as it is their nature.
Its riddle provides multiple clues and is not difficult.
Galos guessed the answer.
--luck.
The appearance of the bronze dragon before him was not due to negligence, nor because of any tracking on his equipment or treasure, but rather due to an elusive and unpredictable stroke of luck.
This result relieved him, but he didn't forget that he needed to overcome his desire and greed for treasure.
Garros blinked, looking at the horn ring worn by the bronze dragon and the neck scales that had bulged again from being stuffed with gold coins and gems.
Since he was able to eat a magic gem, he has rarely trained in this area.
He felt that this was because he instinctively wanted to protect the treasure, so he subconsciously made himself ignore it, but now he had noticed this weakness again.
The best way to overcome fear is to face it.
Galos decided to plunder another batch of the copper dragon's treasure, and then, in his spare time, confront the treasure directly, try to eat it, temper his will, and overcome his infatuation.
At the very least, it needs to be able to consume two magic gems at once!
This requires immense willpower, even more torturous than physical pain. Only dragons understand how much determination and courage it takes to accomplish this.
On the other side.
Since Garus didn't answer for a long time, the copper dragon assumed he couldn't guess its riddle, so it circled in the air and said the answer to itself: "Half-dragon, the answer is—luck!"
Galos turned his neck.
He slowly and deliberately unfolded his enormous dragon wings, gently waving them to stir up the surrounding rain, rising into the air to the same height as the bronze dragon, about a thousand meters apart.
Fools win by luck, and the weak turn their lives around by luck.
Galos grinned and said, "Red Copper Dragon, it seems you have self-awareness and know that you are a fool and a weakling."
The bronze dragon's smile froze.
Thinking about it carefully, it seems to be true.
The riddle it posed actually diminished its own feeling of shooting itself in the foot, which was rather unpleasant.
"You've come before me by sheer luck, but what is your purpose?"
Galos asked again.
The bronze dragon was full of fighting spirit, and its scales began to glow slightly, a sign that magical energy was flowing within it: "Of course, it's to defeat you, and then change your bad habits! To turn you into a benevolent dragon!"
Garos was somewhat puzzled, not understanding where the copper dragon's confidence came from.
His gaze fell on the bronze dragon's horn ring, and he became wary.
"You beat me last time by luck and my carelessness."
"This time I will take the fight seriously, and I have undergone rigorous training, making me stronger than ever before."
"I have a plan," said the copper dragon confidently.
"Come on, let's start over and settle this once and for all. This time I will show you the power of a metal dragon."
It calmly beckoned its paw to Galos.
"The copper dragon seems quite confident. Let's exchange a few blows with it first, test its strength, and then decide whether to fight, steal, or simply retreat."
Galos made a quick decision.
His wings suddenly flapped, and the fine scales on his wing membranes jingled like blades. Rainwater burst into fine mist between the scales, and was then evaporated by the high temperature generated when the scales rubbed together.
His body suddenly sprang up, squeezing the rainwater into visible cone-shaped white waves, and leaving a long trail of steam behind his dragon wings.
He was unstoppable, carrying the mighty dragon tempered in the dangers of the wilderness, and charged towards the bronze dragon like a shooting star.
The bronze dragon's smile froze.
Even the most rigorous and cruel training under the protection of parents cannot compare to that of Garros. If his training intensity were applied to a copper dragon, it probably wouldn't last a single day.
The Copper Dragon has indeed grown in the past six months, but Garos has grown even more.
Galos survived amidst the fangs of the wilderness, knowing that every breath he took could be his last, and he never slacked off. The harsh training of the Copper Dragon was merely a different kind of game, played under protection.
Even without a strong physique, his will, his spirit, and his perseverance far surpass those of the Bronze Dragon.
The copper dragon finally realized what was happening.
It hastily spewed out orange-red, gel-like acidic dragon breath, trying to slow down and stop Garros from getting closer.
Galos's figure blurred into a streak of crimson lightning in the rain.
Instead of charging in a straight line, he dodged left and right, moving at high speed through twists and turns, demonstrating a mobility that left the bronze dragon speechless.
Even the red copper dragon's gaze could not keep up with him, and its breath was even more unreachable.
The next second.
Galos charged toward the bronze dragon, raising his right wing high, tearing through the wind and rain, and slashing down like a guillotine.
The copper dragon instinctively tried to raise its claws to defend itself, but found its muscles stiff. Fear overwhelmed it like a tidal wave. For a moment, the copper dragon's mind went completely blank, and it even forgot to use its magic-like spells and alchemical tools.
Flowers in a greenhouse cannot face warriors who have weathered storms and fought against the wilderness.
"Not dodging? So confident? Oh, so you're just scared out of your wits."
"I overestimated it."
At the last moment, Garus's mind raced. He adjusted his angle, and the blunt side of his wing membrane slammed heavily into the copper dragon's neck, producing a dull thud that made your teeth ache.
The treasures, carefully hidden within the layers of the scales, burst forth like petals scattered by a celestial maiden.
Gold coins and gems traced dazzling parabolas in the rain.
With a swift movement of its wings, Garus caught them all, wedging them between the fine scales on its wing membrane. At the same time, it quickly extended its claws and ripped off the copper dragon's horn rings.
When the bronze dragon came to its senses...
What's done is done.
Just like last time, it was once again robbed of its equipment and treasure by Garros.
The difference is that this time it's even worse.
He thought he could defeat Garus, but he was so frightened by the dragon's might that he dared not move, frozen in place like a puppet, without even putting up a fight.
"You want to turn me into a benevolent dragon? Copper Dragon, you're still far from it."
Garros fiddled with the newly acquired horn ring and spoke to the bronze dragon.
He did not intend to kill the copper dragon.
The risk is too great.
Metal dragons are born to be pampered by their parents and elders, and have a trump card to protect their lives.
He might be able to kill the Bronze Dragon before it could react, but its life-saving scales' subsequent berserk state would most likely allow it to turn the tables and kill him instead.
And Galos saw it.
This bronze dragon had not experienced the trials of the wilderness or faced any crises. It had just left the protection of its parents and was naive and foolish. It posed no danger to him and did not arouse his killing intent.
As for his parents.
The older metal dragons belonging to the Order faction adhere to their inner principles and will not lay a hand on such a young dragon unless Garros cruelly kills their offspring.
"Why, why is there such a big gap between us?"
The copper dragon asked unwillingly.
Galos was silent for a few seconds, then grinned.
"It is formless and intangible, yet it can sharpen claws and teeth and temper scales and armor."
"It is silent and insidious, yet it can tear apart cowardice and forge will."
"It has no beginning and no end, yet it can make young dragons crawl and true dragons soar."
"It is neither the love of parents nor the warmth of a greenhouse, yet it has brought you here today—to your defeat by my claws!"
"Tell me, copper dragon, what is this?"
He countered with a riddle about a bronze dragon.
On the other side, the bronze dragon was stunned.
Galus's riddle, like a sharp claw, dissected the bewilderment within him.
It overlooks the world, seeing lightning like silver snakes gnawing at the mountain ridges, and seeing strong winds uprooting centuries-old trees.
It suddenly realized that it had never truly faced the world.
No matter how difficult the riddles given by the dragon father and mother are, the answers are always in the books, but the riddles of Garus must be written with blood and fire.
"Thank you, I understand."
The bronze dragon looked at Garus, imprinting the image of this hybrid dragon deep into its mind, and then said, word by word, "Hybrid dragon, remember my name, Deborah."
"I will come back, stand before you again in a different guise, and defeat you."
(End of this chapter)
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