Chapter 209 Grandfather of the Golden Dragon
As the red sun sets, it casts a fiery glow, painting the forests in vibrant hues.
The answer is patience.
The crimson-silver dragon whispered.
Galos paused for a moment, then looked enlightened and said slowly, "What a beautiful and apt riddle, Deborah. The one thing I have no shortage of is patience."
He wasn't a complete blockhead, nor did he like to pretend to be stupid; he understood the subtext of the Crimson Silver Dragon.
Patient Metal Dragons typically seek mates only after reaching adulthood, and only consider procreation after everything is in place. They uphold the concept of eugenics and will try their best to provide good treatment for their offspring.
Unlike the Five-Colored Dragon, who wanted to indulge his desires during his youth or even adolescence.
If a female dragon becomes pregnant too early, some will even throw away the dragon eggs. Those with a little conscience will throw them into the territory of the blue dragon clan.
"What Deborah meant was that she didn't actually dislike me; in fact, she liked me quite a bit."
"We're just not ready yet."
Galos pondered to himself.
After activating her silver dragon bloodline, Deborah's appearance was exceptionally elegant and beautiful in the eyes of dragons. Her eyes also possessed the agility and cunning of a copper dragon. Otherwise, the red iron dragon wouldn't have been able to suppress its desires back then.
"Well, it's also possible that I'm just imagining things."
"After all, one of the biggest illusions in life is that she likes me."
Let nature take its course.
Galos remained calm and didn't care much about such things deep down.
His goal was immortality, and he also harbored a sliver of ambition to be immortal.
In comparison, everything else is merely a byproduct or a seasoning on the path to immortality.
However, the return of the Crimson Silver Dragon is a good thing for Garos in any case.
Friction between the Ironforge and the Goldtooth tribe continues. If neither side backs down, the conflict will inevitably escalate. The return of the Crimson Silver Dragon is timely and can prevent any unforeseen events.
The Crimson Silver Dragon's eyes darted away, unable to meet the Red Iron Dragon's gaze directly.
She swayed her long tail from side to side, her gaze wandering as if looking at the surrounding scenery—the jungle, ravaged by battle, was a mess and not worth admiring.
Until Galus responded.
She slowly turned her head and looked at Galos.
Patience is a noble quality.
She said, “Dragons are always impatient, too hasty, and eager for quick success. Galus, you are different. I am happy for you.”
Following the attempt to cover up the truth.
The Crimson Silver Dragon shifted its gaze again, pretending to be interested in the burning tree stump.
However, her long, graceful tail sometimes curved, sometimes circled, and sometimes tangled. These subconscious little movements betrayed her true intentions.
"Look at my newly acquired monster lord."
Galos shifted his gaze from the crimson silver dragon's tail and turned to look at the white tiger lying on the ground.
While the two dragons were talking, the white tiger did not take the opportunity to escape. Instead, it quietly lay prostrate on the ground. Although it was not as intelligent as the chimera, it instinctively knew that it should not run away.
The white tiger's body was covered in numerous wounds, some of which were so deep that the bone was visible.
However, in this short period of time, all the wounds had stopped bleeding and the gradually weakening breath had been stabilized.
The physical characteristics of advanced ferocious species are evident.
"A ferocious tiger that can grow to this level is probably more powerful than the White Scales in your territory."
The Crimson Silver Dragon blinked, its silver pupils gleaming in the setting sun, and said, "Are you clearing out the monster lords in the southwest? I can help you."
Galos shook his head slightly.
"Elimination is only one of the objectives."
He said, "Most importantly, I want to familiarize myself with the powers and skills that change after the monster lords go into slumber through battles. Also, if I can subdue them, that will be my priority."
Wild monster lords can rule over a region and are powerful and proud creatures, as they are superior predators.
Only by defeating it in a one-on-one battle and winning the heart of the monster lord can one have the possibility of making it submit. Moreover, in this respect, dragons are born with extraordinary power over other ferocious beasts and monsters, giving them a unique advantage.
for example.
If it were the Golden Tooth Tribe...
They relied on sheer numbers to overwhelm and defeat the ferocious tiger, capturing and killing it.
But it is difficult to make it submit.
Even if it wins by relying on a single powerful mech, it is still difficult for the ferocious tiger to submit because the mech lacks the dragon's might and is just a cold, lifeless metal machine in the eyes of the tiger.
"The monster lord of the border region."
"I have a better chance of subduing them."
"As for the other four tribes, they basically only have the options of killing, driving away, or capturing, and the probability of taming the wild monster lords is very slim."
Galos pondered in his heart.
The Iron Smelting Tribe rose to prominence quickly, but its development time was too short, and its foundation was somewhat inferior to that of the four major tribes in the border region.
Garros, the leader, is perhaps on par with the leaders of the four major tribes.
Perhaps even a little stronger than them.
At the very bottom, the 'cannon fodder' of the Ironforge tribe held a negligible advantage due to the large number of jackals and kobolds resembling wild grass.
but.
The number of key figures—the leaders, elite troops, and combat units—at the upper and lower levels is far less.
Wild monster lords can make up for this.
They are not easy to control. Even Garus was not entirely confident that he could tame them. For example, the Chimera was facing death but only thought about escaping and had no intention of submitting.
However, if they can be controlled, the monster lords can become a powerful weapon for the Ironforge tribe.
And not too many are needed.
Each monster lord directly enhances the high-end strength of the Ironforge tribe, ensuring they won't be eliminated in the short term.
"I understand what you mean. You mainly want to subdue the monster lords."
The Crimson Silver Dragon warned, "One is fine, but if there are many of these creatures together, unless you keep an eye on them and suppress them, it's easy for them to erupt into fierce conflicts, or even bleed to death."
Galos nodded: "I've already considered that."
The White Tiger has been entrenched in the Wind Howling Forest for a long time and is more accustomed to this place, so there's no need for him to go to Dragon Valley.
Galos strode up to the white tiger, extended a single paw, and stroked its forehead, once again using his telepathic ability to convey his thoughts to it.
It can remain in the Wind Howling Forest; this territory will belong to Garos, and it will merely act as its guardian.
Afterwards, a group of soldiers from various battle groups will arrive and set up camp in the Wind Howling Forest, establishing more stringent outposts and defensive fortifications. Among them will be shamans with wilderness communication skills who can communicate with the White Tiger to some extent.
If the White Tiger needs to do something, Galos will notify you separately.
The white tiger let out a low growl, raised its head, and gently rubbed its paw against the red iron dragon's paw a few times, indicating that it understood.
Its intelligence is slightly lower than that of semi-intelligent life forms like the Earth Bear, but higher than that of ordinary wild beasts. It has the intelligence of an eight- or nine-year-old human child and can understand Galos's meaning.
—Guard the Wind Howling Forest, live in harmony with the Ironforge tribe's retinue, and await further orders.
These are not difficult for the White Tiger to accept.
"Deborah, do you know how to clean up the Abyssal Rift?"
Galos changed the subject and asked.
Upon hearing this, the Crimson Silver Dragon was somewhat surprised: "Abyssal Rift, you mean a spatial passage that connects to the bottomless abyss?"
Galos: "Yes, you witnessed my battle with the Primordial Bull before, and a miniature abyssal rift was created at the place where he died. I don't know if it was a coincidence or if there was another reason."
The Crimson Silver Dragon's expression turned serious: "The possibility of a coincidence is extremely low. You want to eliminate it?"
Galos nodded: "It hasn't experienced a major crisis yet, and it's within a controllable range, but it's still a potential problem."
"I thought it would be best to resolve this first, if possible."
The Crimson Silver Dragon nodded slightly, agreeing, "Your idea is correct. The Abyss is the epitome of chaos and evil, and anyone who gets involved with it will hardly have a good end."
“So do you have a way?” Galos asked.
The Crimson Silver Dragon shook its head in shame: "Any abyssal rift is extremely difficult to remove; my skill level is insufficient."
She paused, then said, “However, I can ask my father for help. He can probably handle a miniature abyssal rift, and even if that doesn’t work, he can ask my golden dragon grandfather for help.”
(End of this chapter)
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