Chapter 84 Divine Guardians, Comet Tail
Fine silver threads fell from the sky, and a hazy rain curtain shrouded Howling Cliff.
Following the Bloodfang Overseer, another figure emerged from the cave. It was a hunched-over gnome with jet-black fur, clearly different from the other gnomes with their mottled fur.
The priest who worships the gnoll god – Rotclaw.
The Priest of Rotclaws, leaning on his white bone staff, walked slowly to the side of the Bloodfang Warlord, followed by two taciturn gnoll guards who followed closely behind.
They were strong and robust, no less tall than the Bloodfang Overseers, and some twisted runes could be vaguely seen between their wet fur.
The two guards' silent and composed demeanor was completely different from that of normal gnolls.
They were formed when the priests of the Rotclaws selected warriors from their tribe, performed a sacrificial ceremony, and received the blessing of the gnoll god. They possess formidable combat power comparable to other ferocious beasts and monsters of the same level, but at the cost of only ten years of lifespan, becoming dull-witted, and losing the desire and ability to reproduce.
Galos noticed the two guards and his gaze narrowed slightly.
They are the [Jackal Guards], powerful guardians created by divine blessing.
Not just the god of the gnolls.
The vast majority of gods possess this kind of 'blessing' ability, sacrificing long life, the ability to reproduce, and rational consciousness in exchange for creating servants who are only loyal to them.
For example, the Evil Dragon Guard of the God of Dragons.
From hatching to adulthood, the Evil Dragon Guard only needs one year, and in a hundred years it can obtain power comparable to that of a thousand-year-old ancient dragon. However, its lifespan is only a little over a hundred years, and it has no other thoughts besides being loyal to the Evil Dragon God and carrying out his orders.
Priests can also create corresponding divine guardians, but at a very high cost.
The success rate of the ritual is not high, and behind the two gnoll guards are probably the lives of dozens, or even hundreds, of gnolls.
in addition.
Only priests who have reached a certain level of faith in the gods possess this kind of skill.
Garros looked at the Corrupted Claw Priest and sensed some displeasure.
The gods, the true rulers of all planes and worlds, can change the fate of other beings with a single thought, sending them soaring to the clouds or plunging them into the abyss.
Galos did not believe in his luck and that he would encounter good things.
He habitually thinks about the negative aspects first.
"The priest of the gnoll god. It is absolutely loyal and obedient to the god. Even if I subdue the red-eyed clan and demonstrate a power worthy of following, it may still feign compliance towards me and do things that are detrimental to me in order to please the god."
Garus felt unsafe around priests who were associated with the gods.
Offer this dragon before you as a sacrifice to the gods.
—Perhaps, the gnoll priest was thinking just that.
It's one thing if a priest has only a shallow faith in the gods, but a priest who can create attendants and guards is definitely not a shallow believer.
Galos initially thought that this priest of the Red-Eyed Clan was someone who only had a superficial faith in the gods in order to lead the clan to better survive in the wilderness and thus gain some special skills.
However, reality is not like that now.
The werewolves of the Howling Moon Clan did not mention this.
The monster clans of the wilderness are not to be expected to have much knowledge. It's already good enough that they can recognize the warlord and the priest. As for the specific situation of the priest, the Howling Moon Clan does not believe in gods and has no priest profession in the clan, so it is normal that they do not know anything about him.
"Priest, priest, a priest of high faith level."
“Kill it? The inheritance says that killing a priest has a small chance of being noticed by the gods, which could lead to endless trouble. I can’t kill it myself.”
Galos pondered.
The Corrupted Claw Priest stood further forward than the Bloodfang Overlord.
Like the Bloodfang Overseer, it spoke in a respectful tone, with a hoarse, sandpaper-like voice, slowly saying, "By Yenogu, noble dragon, we offer you fine wine and fresh meat to welcome you."
What a robust young dragon!
Offering it as a sacrifice to the great Yenogu would surely please him.
Beneath the priest's respectful exterior, he found it difficult to suppress this thought.
At the same time, Garus looked toward the Bloodfang Overseer.
The thick-haired, burly gnoll showed obvious displeasure as the Rotclaw Priest appeared and approached him, instinctively baring his fangs, but said nothing.
"The warlords and priests of the Red-Eyed Clan are not on good terms."
Galos began to make plans in his mind.
He was well aware of the Bloodfang Warlord's ulterior motives.
Because gnolls are basically like this, thinking themselves cunning and shrewd, believing they have hidden their thoughts well, but in reality, they have already exposed themselves to the dragons through their twitching ears and darting eyes. Their cunning is superficial, just petty cleverness.
Gnolls like to follow dragons.
However, if they cannot prove their strength, they will also hunt young dragons that have not yet grown up.
On the contrary.
As long as you demonstrate a power that terrifies the gnolls, it's easy to gain their loyalty.
Almost all lord dragons have a gnoll clan under their command.
Their reproductive efficiency is high, and their growth cycle is short. Like weeds, they can be cut down and new plants will grow again. In the eyes of dragons, they are good cannon fodder, or even reserve food. Their innate respect and fear of powerful dragons also give them a unique kind of 'loyalty'.
"Red-eyed clan, I demand your allegiance."
"From this day forward, you will follow my shadow."
Garros stared at the gnoll overseer and spoke.
Without hesitation, the Bloodfang Overseer bowed deeply and said, "It is an honor for all gnolls to serve the great dragons. The meaning of my life is to meet you today and become your servant."
More gnolls knelt on the ground.
Only the priest and two jackal guards stood out abruptly in the drizzle.
"I'm sorry, priests can only kneel before the gods they worship."
"But please believe me, my respect and awe for you are second only to the great Yenogu."
"The Red-Eyed Clan longs to follow the dragons."
The priest with the rotten claws remained respectful.
Bloodfang Warlord's eyes flashed as he said, "Dragon Lord, please descend upon your loyal Red-Eyed Clan. I will lead you on a tour of your territory and offer you all the treasures hidden within the clan."
As long as Galus lands on the ground.
It will instantly activate its aura of dominance as the overlord, strengthening all the gnoll warriors, making them fearless of the dragon's might, and they will swarm forward, coordinating with the priest's curses and divine spells to drag the dragon to the ground and hunt it down.
Galos was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly grinned.
"Okay, I'll land now."
After saying that, Garus did not lower his body. Instead, he flapped his dragon wings and soared into the sky, his figure tearing through the rain and leaving a crimson trail under the dark, cloud-covered sky.
The jackals stood up, tilted their heads back, and reflected the ever-shrinking figure in their reddish-brown pupils.
"Could it have sensed danger and run away?"
Bloodfang Warlord muttered to himself.
Suddenly.
It heard a shrill screech, which made its expression freeze and its breathing become labored, as if an invisible hand had gripped its heart.
Garus swooped down, his massive dragon wings tearing through the rain.
The fine scales on his wing membrane jingled, as if thousands of sharp swords were drawn at the same time. Rainwater hit them and exploded into fine mist, which was then evaporated into smoke by the high temperature.
Water vapor and sparks intertwined, hissing as they turned into steam, swaying behind them like a comet's tail.
As the altitude decreases and the speed slows down...
Each flap of its wings no longer emitted a piercing shriek, but instead produced a muffled boom.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
It was as if distant thunder had been forcibly dragged into view, announcing the arrival of Galos.
(End of this chapter)
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