Chapter 160 Let's welcome the ominous star that represents death (Seeking monthly votes)
The thick darkness of night enveloped Dragon Valley.
A communication stone floated in front of Garros, from which came the voice of the Iron Dragon.
“I’m always the one who gets hurt! Those damned centaurs, they feign submission to gain my trust, let my guard down, and then they sneak up on me.”
Tie Long said angrily, "They dare to attack us dragons, they are no ordinary people. We must strike hard! If it weren't for my wisdom and composure, I might have been left here forever."
Galos listened quietly to the Iron Dragon's story.
After understanding the situation, he said, "It's alright, as long as no one is dead, it's a minor matter."
Tie Long said, "How do we deal with these people? They claim to be from the White Mane Clan, so there should be other groups besides the ones I've seen."
"Tasha!"
Galos called out, and the Flying Dragon Leader, who had been circling and keeping watch in the airspace, quickly landed.
"Do you know the White Mane Clan? It's a clan made up of people and horses."
"Garos asked."
He doesn't fight battles he's not confident of winning. Before taking action, he makes sure to understand the enemy's strengths and weaknesses and ensure there are no hidden dangers.
The Flying Dragon leader pondered for a moment and said, "I know. Their territory is in the western part of Dragon Valley. We had a conflict with the centaurs when we were hunting."
"How large are they?"
"Not too big, not too small. Its overall level is stronger than our Flying Dragon Group, but it certainly can't compete with you."
The dragon leader spoke, then the scar on his face twitched slightly as he excitedly said, "My lord, are we going to war with the centaurs? The dragon horde will tear them apart."
Galos said, "They will pay for their actions, but your mission is to guard Dragon Valley."
Let the Flying Dragon continue its patrol and vigilance.
Galos said to Iron Dragon, "I'll be there soon."
Immediately, after retrieving the communication stone, Red Iron Dragon slowly stood up.
He spread his wings, his majestic body fully revealed under the moonlight, his black dragon scales resembling a heavy suit of armor, with many parts covered in thorns.
When facing enemies, Galos adheres to the principle of striking first.
What happens tonight, let's resolve it tonight.
With a flap of its wings, the dragon sent sand and stones flying.
Galos, accompanied by a fierce wind, soared into the sky, tearing a long comet-like trail across the night sky as it flew towards the direction of the gray magnetite.
After a period of time.
The sky was still dark, and the night was still deep and thick.
After a fierce battle, the gray magnetite, silver mane, and iron hoof could not determine a winner.
Since it wasn't a life-or-death battle, they weren't enemies, and their skill levels were similar, they realized they couldn't gain the upper hand and stopped to rest.
"A friendly exchange cannot determine a winner or loser."
Silvermane suggested, "When we return to the clan later, we'll drink heavily. Whoever stays sober until the end will be in charge of mining the grey magnetite, how about that?"
Centaurs are just as fond of drinking as dwarves.
Iron Hoof, confident in his drinking capacity, flicked his ponytail and said, "No problem, I'll be the last one standing."
As soon as they finished speaking, their gazes suddenly sharpened, and they both looked up at the sky.
The young Iron Dragon returned, circling high in the sky, coldly watching them.
"Bring me the bow."
Iron hooves stretched out their hands.
The centaur archer handed over the longbow and arrows.
With a light shout, the muscles on his arms bulged as he drew his bow, nocked an arrow, and pulled the bowstring taut like a full moon, simultaneously infusing it with magical energy.
The next second, the arrow whistled through the air.
However, it failed to hit the iron dragon high in the sky.
It's too far away.
"Cowardly lizard!"
Iron Hoof cursed and shouted defiantly, "Did you come back to show off your wounds?"
Tie Long said calmly and coldly, "Crawlers, you are about to die and you don't even know it."
Iron Hoof didn't take it seriously, but Silver Mane felt a vague unease.
The young dragon's behavior was quite different from what he knew about dragons.
Silvermane opened his mouth, preparing to say something to probe Iron Dragon's true strength.
suddenly.
A sound like a thousand sharp blades being drawn from their sheaths, tearing through the wind and sky, came from afar, piercing the eardrums of the centaurs and causing their expressions to change.
Tie Long, however, looked pleased.
"Listen, this is the sound of death."
Looking down at the rioting crowd from his high vantage point, Iron Dragon roared, "Lord of the Crimson Wings, the ominous star of death, my dear brother, he has come!"
brother?!
Iron hooves and silver mane pawed at the ground restlessly, while gazing up at the sky.
The sky was torn apart.
A crimson meteor streaked across the night sky, causing the clouds to churn and disperse in its wake, leaving a trail of shimmering flames behind it.
boom!
A thunderous roar resounded.
A shockwave exploded behind them as the crimson meteor hurtled toward the earth.
As they drew closer, the centaurs finally saw what it looked like.
It was not a shooting star, but an incredibly powerful and ferocious dragon. It flapped its wings, the scales on its wing membranes rubbing against each other and shooting out red-hot sparks. Dark red flames surged behind it, and the black scales on its body rubbed against the air at high speed, turning slightly red.
The dragon descended from the sky with an unstoppable and terrifying force.
Dragon's might was like an invisible hand, gripping the hearts of the centaurs and making them feel almost suffocated.
"Be on guard! Engage the enemy!"
The iron hooves roared.
The powerful centaur drew his bow and shot an arrow, while the other centaur archers unleashed a volley of arrows.
Jingle bells!
The centaur arrows, capable of piercing steel, struck Garros, sparking as they collided with his hard scales before breaking instantly. Even when they landed on his visor, they failed to draw blood.
"Scatter! Scatter!"
The centaur leader bent his knees slightly and leaped away from his original position.
Just as the red iron dragon was about to hit the ground, it suddenly spread its wings, its body tracing a cold arc as it charged straight toward the iron hoof.
Centaurs are among the fastest creatures on the ground, but they are slow and incomparable to Red Iron Dragons.
The iron hooves came to a sudden stop, their four hooves carving deep tracks in the ground.
He roared, and without thinking, instinctively raised his spear and thrust it at the powerful dragon that was rushing towards him at lightning speed.
The spear thrust was instinctive, but in the face of life and death, Iron Hoof's magical energy surged like a tsunami, his movements were extremely agile, and the spear, arm, and body seemed to become one.
This attack surpassed Iron Hoof's previous limits, swift as lightning, and aimed at the dragon's eye socket.
"Faster! Faster!"
Time seemed to slow down, and the spirit of the Iron Hoof was entirely focused on the attack, roaring in its heart.
However, his body was suddenly struck as if by lightning.
"Ugh—!"
The roar of iron hooves mingled with the gushing out of entrails.
The opponent's claw strikes were even faster.
Before the spear could hit, the four-meter-tall giant was struck in the body by a claw, as if hit by a meteorite. His magnificent body rolled on the ground, leaving a shocking trail of blood.
At the same time, the red iron dragon casually swished its tail.
The three elite centaurs who attempted a sneak attack were swept away in the middle, as fragile as straws.
Another centaur commander leaped high into the air, concentrating all his magical energy into his greatsword, and slashed at Garros's neck from the side.
He was unaware that his neck had withstood the Evil-Slaying Slash of a Level 13 Paladin without breaking.
However, Red Iron Dragon did not let the opponent's attack land on his neck, and gently turned his body to the side.
Clang!
Silvermane's slash landed on the thorns on his shoulder, sending sparks flying. Then, his scales exploded, and the thorns shot out, instantly piercing through Silvermane's armor and magical defenses, leaving bloody holes in his body.
The exploding flames also sent him flying, causing him to crash heavily to the ground.
Garros didn't even have to use his claws; his 'anti-armor' caused his opponent a great loss.
From the moment he launched his attack, less than thirty seconds had passed, and both of the centaur commanders were severely wounded.
The remaining centaur warriors stood frozen in place, these brave men who had once dared to hunt down the white dragon, their fingers gripping their weapons trembling uncontrollably.
The dragon didn't even really attack; its remaining power was enough to crush the two commanders like ants.
I said—
Galos surveyed his surroundings, his gaze indifferent.
"Kneel down!"
His voice was soft, yet carried the weight of a mountain.
Thump!
The dull thuds of knees hitting the ground echoed one after another.
Even the most stubborn veterans lay prostrate on the ground, their foreheads pressed against the blood-stained earth.
One young soldier even lost control of his bladder, the pale yellow liquid flowing down his steel leg guards, but no one would laugh at him at this moment, because all the soldiers and horses were trembling like leaves under the dragon's might.
Around the red iron dragon, the centaurs all knelt down, bowing and scraping.
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