"A life-and-death battle can stimulate Dragon Qi's awakening."
"This means that I will at least have to fight fiercely with Life Level 15, or even 16, powerful beings before I have a chance to awaken. It's too dangerous, so let nature take its course."
Garos is not in a hurry.
He has always been very patient, and as Dragonkin, time is on his side.
Looking at the deep pit he was knocked out of and the remains of Beamon inside, Garos waved his wings and landed towards the bottom of the pit.
When Iron Dragon Sorog landed on the edge of the pit, he saw Garos picking up half of Behemoth's fang with the tip of his claws.
The ice crystal-like material glowed with a golden halo in the residual heat of the lightning strike, forming a strange contrast with the burnt blue animal blood on the ground.
At the same time, a bright white lightning penetrated the clouds, illuminating the sky and the earth, imprinting the silhouettes of Red Iron Dragon and the remains of the giant beast on the ground. The torrential rain washed over the battlefield, and the steam rose like a pale flag.
"Golden Lightning."
It stared at Garos, as if its gaze was about to pass through the black and red scales and see clearly the ray of thunderous flames that penetrated the heaven and earth.
"When did you master this power?"
Sorog asked in a dry voice.
It saw the whole battle between Garos and Frost Behemoth. After seeing Garos covered in Explosive Scale Shatter, Sorog's heart was in its throat, and it could hardly hold back the idea of taking action. However, just when it could not help but support, it saw the electric light of Bloodburst shining on Garos, and then suddenly reversed the situation.
Garos caught the falling raindrops with the back of his claws and watched the water droplets evaporate in the high temperature remaining on the body surface.
"Every time there is a thunderstorm, I practice in the clouds."
"It was only today that it was fully released."
He said calmly.
Iron Dragon was silent. It remembered that every time it rained heavily in the past three years, Garos would indeed disappear for a few hours.
But who would have thought that he would let the thunder chop his bones in the high-altitude clouds? Unless it was Blue Dragon, other Dragonkin would be more or less injured if they were attacked by lightning.
"How about I try too?"
"Learn Garos to go into the clouds to attract lightning strikes."
"What if I can awaken a skill similar to his."
Iron Dragon Sorog looked up at the dark clouds covering the sky, his eyes swept across the lightning flashing through them, and this idea came to his mind.
Although it is keen on managing territory and dependents, it also advocates power and desires to be powerful.
Garos saw what Iron Dragon was thinking.
"You'd better not mess around."
He reminded, "The Golden Lightning I inspired does not belong to Iron Dragon Bloodline. It's a fluke that I can master it."
Hearing Garos's words, Iron Dragon nodded.
But looking at the way it didn't take it seriously, I guess it didn't listen.
Garos did not persuade me again.
Let the lightning strike a few times, straining your muscles and bones but getting nothing, and it will probably wake up. Some things need to be tried by yourself after all.
"There are still many remains of Beamon."
Garos said, "Its bones and claws, these hard things can be used to make weapons and armor, and its meat also contains extremely high energy. Let your relatives come and clean it up, and sort out the remains of Beamon for recycling."
This Frost Behemoth.
The overall level is not much different from Diamond Giant.
Three years ago, Garos defeated Diamond Giant by formulating a strategy in advance, and he also suffered serious injuries in an attack that exceeded his limit, and was only one step away from serious injury.
Now, three years later.
His battle with Frost Behemoth was almost head-to-head, with the main focus being head-on combat without the use of scheming. However, after defeating Frost Behemoth, Garos himself was almost unharmed and only consumed some physical energy.
What's more pity is that.
The wreckage of Frost Behemoth is not of high value and cannot be compared with Diamond Giant.
If you think about it carefully, it was originally created to be used in combat. If the dead remains are valuable, there is a risk of endangering the enemy.
Iron Dragon Sorog's claws touched his neck and pulled out Communication Stone under a dragon scale.
Almost all the bosses of the Molten Iron Clan have this thing now.
In the past, due to the lack of corresponding magical means, you had to run back to the territory and notify your family members in person, but now you don't need to. The trade channels with the south have added many convenient alchemy props to the Molten Iron Clan.
Iron Dragon used Communication Stone to issue orders to Shattered Stone Camp's dependents.
They will come soon to dismember and classify the remains of Frost Behemoth.
"While you were fighting Frost Behemoth, I was always vigilant in case there was an ambush by Frost Giant."
Iron Dragon said, "But until Beamon died, I didn't find any trace of the existence of Frost Giant or other Giant."
It was a little confused and looked to the north.
"How did this Behemoth end up alone and come here alone?"
Garos flapped its wings and flew to high altitude again.
He looked to the north, looking through the heavy rain curtain, he could see the vast and turbulent Estonia River. After the Estonia River, he would cross a section of Ser Wilderness land and cross the border, and he would gradually arrive at Permafrost Tundra.
"Set up a few more sentries between Shingle Beach and Estonia River."
Garos said.
The specific origin of Frost Behemoth is unknown.
This is a potential risk.
However, due to the lack of information, it is impossible to go to Permafrost Tundra to investigate because of this matter. Garos is not going to go into details. It is enough to set up more sentries in this area to prevent accidents.
If something else happens later.
We can only use soldiers to block it, and water to cover it up.
Iron Dragon's idea was similar to that of Garos. It nodded and said, "The creatures from Permafrost Tundra cannot get here most of the time. The appearance of Frost Behemoth may be just an accident, but in any case, we do need more sentries here."
Garos said thoughtfully, "Permafrost Tundra. Nick Caravan is coming soon. You can ask them for news about Permafrost Tundra. These people have very good ears and eyes, and are always very sensitive to all kinds of abnormal news."
Permafrost Tundra is poorer than Ser Wilderness, but it also has resources unique to this territory.
Things like Ice Marrow, Thousand-Year Permafrost and the like are not available in Ser Wilderness. In order to pursue high returns, there are also businessmen in Permafrost Tundra.
Leave these trivial matters to Sorog.
Garos flapped its wings and soared in the sky. Instead of returning directly to Conifer Valley, it found a deserted open space to land and turned on Supercharged Frenzy State again.
In this state, he began to perform high-intensity "anaerobic" exercises.
The serious load of Exhilarated State is a shortcoming, but when placed on Garos, from another perspective, it allows him to have better exercise effects.
Dragon Qi awakening cannot be expected now.
Then try to increase your physical fitness value as much as possible, and you can more or less increase the duration of Exhilarated State.
Wrapped in the body are the shining Golden Lightning, Garos seems to have transformed into "Gold Dragon", moving around in this area, rushing up the mountain Sun-Earth.
Until the lightning on his body started to flash and his breathing was as heavy as a bellows, Garos stopped.
The heavy rain washed away his body entrenched on the ground, and golden arcs flickered between the scales.
He stared down at his slightly trembling claw arms.
Those tiny golden electric rays are swimming among the muscle fibers, like countless forging hammers hitting each muscle bundle, trying to squeeze out more potential and strength.
Garos of Exhilarated State.
Sparkling, wild, gorgeous, dazzling.
But beneath this surface, every breath seemed to carry the stinging sensation of an electric arc, and this was also proof that the muscle fibers were torn apart and reorganized.
In the past few years, the sun has risen and the moon has set, and time has passed.
Many things have changed.
The only thing that remains unchanged is that Garos has never slacked off.
Talent will not directly give him a strong body.
Black Oil, Scale Powder, these are just assistants. Those little accumulations day and night are the reason why he is strong.
His true power has never been a gift of talent, but the product of crushing talent and re-melting it with flesh and blood.
After closing Exhilarated State and resting for a while, Garos's breathing became steady.
He took a deep breath, sucking in a huge amount of air mixed with wind and rain into his lungs, and then strands of Golden Lightning were ejected from the gaps in his scales again, and he started another round of exercise.