Chapter 373 The Red Dragon Queen and the King of Burning Iron
The border region, Dragon Valley.
A biting wind, carrying swirling snowflakes, howled and raged against the leaden sky, while a massive, dark red figure sped past.
The thick scales of the red iron dragon were now covered with viscous demon blood and bits of flesh. These filth from the abyss gradually charred and peeled off due to the high temperature generated by its rapid friction with the air, and were torn away and disappeared behind it by the gale.
After finishing the forced training of the Crimson Silver Dragon Deborah, Garos was still not satisfied, so he went directly to the Abyss Rift and vented his pent-up anger through a massacre of demons.
At this moment, he is in a state of calm, rational wisdom.
Some things only become more precious when faced with the threat of loss.
Because of the continued erosion of the mad fire within his body, Galos now feels more than ever how important it is to maintain clear and calm thinking.
"Wait... what kind of state will I eventually reach after I fully adapt to and control the Maniac Fire?"
A thought suddenly flashed through Galos's calm mind.
"Is it the ability to maintain a clear and rational mind even in a state of extreme rage? Or is it the ability to hone one's willpower to the point that one is completely immune to rage?"
He hoped it would be the former.
In this way, his opponents will no longer be facing a mad beast that has lost its mind, but a truly terrifying "wild dragon with a brain".
That would be a nightmare for all enemies.
However, the latter possibility is not entirely nonexistent.
His adaptive evolutionary process is not entirely controlled by his subjective will, and the final result often exceeds his initial expectations, bringing unexpected changes.
"It seems that I need to consciously look for and try to find suitable methods to guide the adaptation in the right direction so that I can eventually remain calm in the midst of rage, rather than going to the other extreme of completely cutting off or abandoning the emotion of rage."
Galos seemed to be deep in thought.
"For example, when anger has accumulated to a high level but has not yet completely spiraled out of control, instead of rushing to find a way to vent, try to calmly and methodically think things through as a form of resistance and adaptation training."
He quickly came up with his first feasible idea.
Forcing rational thought amidst a raging tide is undoubtedly an extremely difficult task, and there is no record in his Dragon Legacy information of any dragon successfully doing so.
But this is not entirely impossible.
Galos knew that some intelligent races, such as humans, had individuals who were born with the talent to maintain logical thinking under extreme emotions.
Since it's not impossible.
He may very well become the first dragon to set a precedent.
At that time.
He could use the Dragon Legacy as a place to show off and boast about himself, leaving this matter behind with a nod and a flourish.
I can stay rational when I'm in a wild state, can you?
As he continued to ponder the various possibilities regarding adaptation to madness and emotional control, Galos maintained his flight direction and flew towards the Dragon Valley area.
Just a few minutes later.
The figure of the red iron dragon tore through the dense curtain of wind and snow, appearing above Dragon Valley.
He lowered his massive head, his gaze sweeping across the valley floor, before noticing the two sides locked in fierce combat below.
"Attack! My loyal servants, fight for the glory of the great Red Dragon Queen! Crush the target!"
A female dragon roar, amplified and given a dramatic tone, resounded.
"Foolish reptiles! How dare you offend the majesty of the great King of Burning Iron?! Under my crimson flames, you will all be reduced to ashes!"
Another, even more exaggerated, voice, mimicking a deep roar, followed immediately.
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At the bottom of the valley, there was a relatively flat open space.
A group of miniature golems, each the size of a hound and made of metal and unidentified materials, of various shapes, clicked along with the friction of internal gears and levers.
Under the command of a proud, red dragon with its hands on its hips, they launched an attack on a massive dragon opposite them, whose appearance resembled Garros in his four-armed, red lotus form, and who was known as the King of Burning Iron.
The Red Dragon Queen is Samantha.
The King of Burning Iron was created by the fairy dragon Vera using the Garus Simulation Technique.
"How big of a dragon are you already? Still playing such childish role-playing games." Garus watched this scene and shook his head slightly.
Samantha and Vera.
They had been playing this game for a long time.
As time went by, Samantha grew up and began to take charge of the Ironforge's increasingly large alchemical industrial system, becoming busier and playing the role of the Red Dragon Queen much less often.
But it is quite obvious.
Deep down, she hadn't truly given up on this enjoyment.
At this moment, the battle below seemed to have reached a fever pitch. Both Samantha and Vera were so engrossed in the game that they didn't immediately notice Galos's return.
call--!
Garus deliberately flapped his dragon wings, creating a strong downward gust of air that sent snowflakes flying everywhere in the valley, finally attracting the attention of both sides in the battle.
The Red Dragon Queen and the Iron King both stopped what they were doing.
They looked up at the dark red figure in the sky.
Under Garros's watchful gaze, Samantha swiftly swung her claws, and the charging miniature golem army on the ground immediately stopped. Then, as if drawn together by an invisible hand, they turned into specks of light and disappeared, being stored in some spatial equipment.
On the other side, the fairy dragon Vera immediately released the simulation spell she was maintaining, and the majestic King of Burning Iron vanished on the spot like a bubble.
"You can continue, you don't need to worry about me."
Garus slowly landed beside them, his enormous claws leaving deep marks on the snow.
His controlling nature wasn't strong enough to interfere with his companions' hobbies, and he didn't mind the harmless role-playing games between Samantha and Vera.
on the contrary.
Seeing that they could still enjoy themselves while taking on their responsibilities, Galos found it amusing.
"Games? What nonsense are you talking about?"
Samantha, as if her tail had been stepped on, immediately raised her head in protest.
She raised her chin, adopted a serious expression, and explained sternly, "This is a serious combat exercise! By simulating the command of legions in combat, I am improving my actual ability to control legions in combat. It's not some childish game you're imagining."
After saying that, she also gestured with her eyes to the fairy dragon next to her, seeking help.
"Exactly! Exactly! Samantha is right!"
The fairy dragon Vera immediately flew to the right side of the red dragon, close to her head, and nodded her little head like a woodpecker, echoing, "We are conducting very important training!"
Wouldn't it be better to be honest and admit that you're just playing games to relax?
Garus watched the two of them singing in unison, unable to understand their stubbornness.
He didn't bother to delve into the matter and instead looked at Samantha.
"You came from the tribe, is there something you need?"
"Garos asked."
Samantha didn't answer immediately. Instead, she took a few steps forward and looked Red Iron Dragon up and down, examining his increasingly imposing physique, paying particular attention to the bulging lines of his muscles and the structure of his joints.
"Regarding the binding armor you commissioned me to design and build, after this period of research, I have some preliminary ideas and concepts."
She extended her dragon claw, covered in red scales, and gently tapped it on Garros's hard shoulder armor, continuing, "However, having ideas alone is not enough; I need more precise data."
"let me see."
"I need to record specific data about your current body structure, the length-to-width ratio of each part, and the maximum contraction and relaxation range of muscle groups."
Upon hearing this, Garus cooperated by fully unfurling his giant wings and slightly adjusting his stance, displaying his powerful, beautiful, majestic, and mighty body.
Samantha, the red dragon, began to slowly pace around him, her gaze sharp as a ruler. Every now and then, she would gesture with her claws in the air or mutter numbers and terms in a low voice, observing and recording.
The fairy dragon Vera imitated Samantha, flapping her wings and circling Garus again and again, staring intently at every detail of him.
This will help her further refine the details of Galos Simulation, making the transformed images more realistic and powerful.
“I must remind you, Samantha.”
Galos looked at his sister and said, "At my current rate of growth, the physical data I'm recording now may soon become meaningless."
Upon hearing this, Samantha looked up and glanced at her brother.
“My dear brother, do you think I, a professional alchemist, wouldn’t have considered such a basic question?”
With a hint of smugness and pride in her tone, she said, "You just need to cooperate with the measurement. Leave the professional stuff to the professional dragons."
"Give me some time, and I guarantee that the binding armor I will deliver to you will not only perfectly meet your requirements in terms of function, but its design will also be both magnificent and imposing, absolutely befitting your status as the King of Molten Iron."
Today, the Ironforge tribe possesses abundant resources throughout the northwestern wilderness, and its prosperity is vastly different from what it once was.
As the tribe's chief alchemist, Samantha could freely use a vast amount of rare materials to experiment and create. Her alchemy skills had improved by leaps and bounds thanks to her talent and the accumulation of resources, so she was naturally full of confidence at this moment.
Shortly afterward, Samantha and the Fairy Dragon concluded their data collection of the Red Iron Dragon's body.
Samantha didn't immediately head back to the alchemy industrial area in the wilderness. Instead, she enthusiastically ran off to the other side to continue her so-called "Legion Control Level Improvement Training" with the fairy dragon Vera.
Soon, the Red Dragon Queen's marching command and the Iron King's furious roar echoed once again in this corner of Dragon Valley.
Their Second World War had officially begun!
Inside the Burning Steel Fortress, the Crimson Silver Dragon Deborah, exhausted from being forced by Garos Forging, had already fallen into a deep sleep, completely unaware of the world war outside the fortress.
White Dragon Therese was training the young dragons in another training ground, teaching them the importance of their ecological niche and various combat and training methods.
The entire Dragon Valley, amidst the wind and snow, presented an orderly and peaceful scene.
Galos had no intention of joining either side, nor did he choose to rest.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh—!
Outside the valley, the wind and snow continued to howl tirelessly.
Inside the valley, Red Iron Dragon silently drank a large barrel of viscous, high-energy black oil and swallowed several gems containing pure magical energy to replenish his energy. Afterward, he began training again, silently accumulating every bit of strength and honing every inch of his muscles and bones.
His talent made him who he is.
He persisted, responding with his hard work.
Before long, the sky outside grew even darker and darker, and night fell. However, the interior of Dragon Valley was illuminated by a blazing red light. It was the brilliant light that Garos naturally emitted after activating his Crimson Lotus form, which turned the swirling snowflakes red.
However, not long after.
The light began to gradually dim.
"The Dominic Dragon Clan has sent a messenger who wishes to see you."
After receiving the message from Iron Dragon Sorog through blood ties, Garros focused his mind and began to consciously control his own state, slowly exiting the energy-consuming Crimson Lotus state.
"Is it for Hisriam and the others?"
The Dominican dinosaurs' stronghold is located in the central region of the Sel Wilderness, and they previously had little contact with the Ignas dinosaurs that ruled the northwestern region.
Dragons rarely engage in pointless social visits.
Garos already had a vague idea of the purpose behind the sudden dispatch of envoys by the blue dragons.
“I asked them directly, and they seemed more interested in negotiating with me. They didn’t give a definite answer and their attitude was somewhat ambiguous, but I guess it was probably because of this matter.”
Iron Dragon Sorog said, "The one who has come is a blue dragon named Zolaya, who is said to be a direct descendant of the leader of the Dominic dragon pack. She is a strong female blue dragon and she wishes to meet with you in person."
Hong Tielong's gaze suddenly turned cold, and a few fine blood vessels appeared in his eyes.
A feeling of irritation welled up inside me.
"Their leader, if he has something to discuss, should come to see me in person! Instead of sending a descendant!"
"Garos said in a deep voice."
Sorog keenly sensed Galos's emotional instability and volatile tendencies.
"Garos, calm down."
He reminded him.
Reminded by his blood relative, Galos suddenly came to his senses and realized that his judgment had been clouded by the irritability brought on by his madness.
He took a few slow breaths, trying to maintain rational thinking amidst his rising anger.
In reality, setting aside the subjective feeling of being offended, objectively speaking: for two powerful dragon groups that had no prior relationship to make their first contact, sending an envoy to communicate first, and this envoy was a high-ranking, middle-aged dragon in the dragon group and a descendant of the leader.
This in itself can be considered a very sincere and polite diplomatic gesture.
The blue dragon named Zolaya came to visit alone, which put her in potentially huge danger. If the Ignas dragon pack had ill intentions, she might not be able to return.
"..."
Galos said slowly, his voice regaining its composure: "I overreacted a bit. Since she comes representing the Dominic Dragon Clan, let her have her way. Let her come to the border to see me. I will give her a chance to communicate."
Iron Dragon Sorog nodded slightly at the other end.
"Okay, I will convey your wishes to her."
He paused, his tone turning serious, and added, "However, I suggest that while we are having our talks, it would be best to also have the dragons and lords of the tribes make the necessary war preparations in advance."
If the communication does not yield the desired results, the negotiation breaks down.
The Ironforge tribe will then react with the strongest possible force immediately, launching a swift and decisive attack to seize the initiative.
During this period, although the Ironforge tribe has maintained steady development in the northwest region, focusing on absorbing resources and accumulating strength, this does not mean that they are afraid of war.
On the contrary, they are always ready to defend their interests and dignity with fire and war.
"Okay, let's prepare for both possibilities."
Galos responded.
After a brief exchange, he ended the conversation between the blood relatives.
Hong Tielong stood in the valley, which was gradually being shrouded in twilight, gazing at the still howling wind and snow in the distance. He remained silent for a moment, then stretched his body and assumed a training stance once again.
No matter how the external situation changes.
Enhancing one's own strength is always the most important foundation for coping with all challenges.
"The blue dragonflight is known for its calmness and order, which distinguishes it from other evil dragons. I hope they will know what's good for them. Otherwise, I won't hesitate to let them experience my rage."
Hong Tielong calmed himself down and continued his workout.
(End of this chapter)
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