Chapter 92 Survival Game
“Garos, you look even more ferocious than before.”
The fairy dragon Vera's words reached his ears.
Galus was speechless.
The fairy dragon was telling the truth; he did indeed look more and more like an evil dragon, which was not Garus's original intention.
Although he felt that his current appearance was cool and fierce, it was also a bit too flamboyant and did not match Galos's cautious and careful style.
Unfortunately.
Whether it's the dual bloodline of the leader of the five-colored dragons and the leader of the sub-dragons, or the characteristics he evolved himself, he possesses a strong, sharp, and aggressive nature.
This is often a characteristic of evil dragons.
Kind or neutral dragons such as metal dragons and gem dragons have fewer sharp thorns on their bodies, and they do not have dragon wings or tails that look like weapons at first glance. Their overall style tends to be 'fierce'.
"In my current state."
"Once an organization on the side of justice or order discovers my existence, it will definitely want to kill me and launch an attack on the spot."
Galos shook his head, thinking to himself.
Although he still did not believe in himself to be the evil dragon in the eyes of the world, Garus was no longer troubled by it.
He had figured it out.
Whether it's a vicious dragon, a benevolent dragon, or some other kind of monster, it doesn't matter. In the end, this world is about using fists and strength to decide.
As long as you don't disturb him or threaten his life, then it's not worth worrying about.
On the contrary.
Once Galus felt that his life was threatened.
Then he will try every means to erase it, otherwise he will not feel at ease.
"Why am I not a hybrid dragon?"
Samantha's gaze fell on Garros, sweeping over his rugged and ferocious thorns, dragon wings, and tail, her eyes filled with longing and envy.
In the eyes of the Red Dragon.
"Fierce" is an absolutely positive word.
According to the aesthetic standards of dragons, it's hard to say about metal dragons, but in the eyes of chromatic dragons or other evil dragons, Garros undoubtedly has the appearance of 'primordial evil'. Once he reaches adolescence and sexual maturity, as long as he emits the signal that he wants to mate, no female dragon can resist his charm.
"Samantha, it seems you've managed the territory quite well while I was away."
Galus's tail slapped the ground lightly, sending up a few sparks.
As he circled and descended, he noticed that the conifer valley had changed.
The outer perimeter has been reinforced with fortifications, deep trenches through which lava flows slowly, ironwood defenses reinforced with metal spikes, and sentries patrolling and guarding key locations.
Samantha raised her chin and gave a pleasant hum.
It exhaled two plumes of sulfurous smoke from its nostrils and said, "You think I'm the kind of lazybones who only sleeps? No, I'm now a dragon as diligent as you, and I've tamed two monster clans that belong to me."
"The fire lizards can spew out lava, and those trenches were dug out by the giant fire ants."
It pointed with its paw in the direction of the alchemy workshop.
"In alchemy, I have learned to create flame beads, whose instantaneous explosive power can blow away a giant rhinoceros."
Samantha glanced at Garos and added, "There aren't many Flame Orbs, and I have limited materials to collect, so I can't use them recklessly, like throwing them at myself."
As it spoke, its eyes were somewhat wary, as if it were on guard against Garus.
It's obvious.
Samantha did not want Garus to use its Flame Orb to satisfy his own hobbies and desires.
It had previously speculated that Garros might have become stronger through those training sessions, but now, seeing Garros's appearance, Samantha dismissed the idea. If one could obtain Garros's power simply through various training methods or self-harming behaviors, then dragons would have already ruled all planes and worlds.
It attributes Galos's strength to the positive mutation resulting from hybridization, rather than to accumulated training.
Galus didn't take this misunderstanding seriously.
A flame orb that can blow up a giant rhinoceros? He wasn't interested, unless it could blow up a dragon.
Galos looked at Samantha thoughtfully.
"During these six years, has the Needle Valley encountered any danger? Did it encounter powerful ferocious beasts or monsters, was it discovered by intelligent clans, or was it attacked by adventurers?"
He asked.
If it weren't for sensing danger, why would a red dragon, with its lazy nature, focus its attention on defending its territory?
Galos, being perceptive, noticed the anomaly.
The fairy dragon Vera flew around Garros once, then stopped in front of him, puffed out her chest, and proudly said, "There's a group of big ogres expanding. Vera was the first to discover it when she was playing outside one time."
The fairy dragon Vera was the first to discover the ogre's trail.
After it told Samantha, she flew high into the sky to investigate and was shocked to discover that the ogre tribe was expanding at an alarming rate. When looking down at the wilderness from high above, it was clear that the ogre's range of activity was increasing almost every day.
"Ogre."
Galos was initially puzzled, but then he asked, "Is it the Bone Chewing Clan?"
Before he fell into slumber, the Bone Chewing Clan had been acting strangely, with all the ogres gathering in their territory as if they were up to something. Garos was originally going to investigate, but the sudden arrival of the Dragon Sleep period made him change his mind.
Now that they've heard what the fairy dragon said, it's not hard to connect the ogres with the Bone Chewing Clan.
Red Dragon nodded solemnly.
"In just six years, this clan has expanded at least three times."
"They have now taken over the eastern horn sheep pastures, which are not far from the pine valleys."
Ogres are superior in strength, stamina, and defense. They are not fast, but even so, it only takes them three days to march to reach the Pinnacle Valley.
Galos was silent for a moment, then suddenly grinned, revealing his fangs.
"That's interesting."
The herds of Thunderhorn Sheep, Steelmane Thorn Beasts, and Armored Giant Rhinoceroses—these ferocious beasts and monsters surrounding the Conifer Valley—were all, in Garos's eyes, his own pastures, his territory.
It was neither a dragon, nor a giant, nor a large-scale army.
A group of ogres also came to seize his territory. Did they really think that Garros was some kind of benevolent dragon that was easy to deal with?
Galos immediately had the idea of flying over and killing all the ogres.
This period of dragon slumber made Garos even stronger, and also amplified the intense emotions originating from his Red Iron Dragon bloodline.
call!
Taking a few deep breaths, Galos's gaze gradually calmed down. He skillfully suppressed his arrogance and restlessness and began to think more calmly and rationally.
"The sudden and barbaric expansion of the Chewing Bone Clan must have something to rely on."
"Let's investigate the situation first before making any plans."
As the saying goes, "Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will win every battle."
Galos does not fight battles he is not confident of winning.
After six years of growth and evolution, he is much stronger than before and has more confidence in surviving. However, this does not mean that he can run rampant in the wilderness. He still needs to be cautious and not let his sudden increase in power go to his head.
"Samantha, you did a great job."
Garus nodded slightly to the red dragon and said, "Continue to reinforce the defenses of the Needle Valley and arm the clan with alchemical tools to prevent any ogres from getting close and launching a sneak attack."
What about me? What about me?
The fairy dragon circled around, asking excitedly.
"You will assist Samantha."
Galos grinned and said, "Don't you guys like playing games? This game called war and survival will be a thousand times more exciting and fun than playing with ants."
After learning the information it possessed from Samantha.
With a flap of its wings, Garus took to the air, soaring into the sky before disappearing swiftly into the night.
The descriptions from the red dragon are ultimately not realistic or specific enough; it's better to see for yourself and investigate personally. Garus always trusted himself the most.
But there's no rush.
Galos first hunted at several nearby ranches, quickly ate to replenish his body, and adjusted his condition to its peak after waking up. Then he soared towards the territory of the Bone Chewing Clan in his memory.
(End of this chapter)
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