The lifespan of a normal human Legendary Realm is only two to three hundred years. If conditions permit, through various light or evil means of extending lifespan, the limit is only five or six hundred years, and the strength will also weaken as the body ages.
In contrast, Dragonkin.
Once it becomes Legendary Realm.
Dragonkin's already long lifespan will at least increase by another thousand years, and will always be at its peak after that. Moreover, Legendary Realm's dying dragon is the most powerful moment in this life, and no one dares to mess with it.
Nowadays, all the major empires treat Metal Dragon Clan politely, and they dare not go too far to kill Evil Dragon. The reason is largely because they are afraid of Twenty-Four-Winged Golden Dragon, who is in his twilight state.
In a twilight state, he may die at any time, and his body functions are at their strongest.
The stacks are almost full of these terrible buffs.
Even if the dying yellow Gold Dragon doesn't take action, just wandering around in the airspace of some countries is enough to make it frightened, fearing that it will be dragged to death by this Primordial Dragon.
"Legendary Realm is the strong one in the true sense."
"In the eyes of the Legendary Realm life, all the battles under the Legendary Realm are like novices pecking each other, petty fights."
Garos set a goal for himself. "Become Legendary Realm within five hundred years."
This goal is not set high, it can even be said to be very low.
Just like Garos likes to compare himself with Gold Dragon, for Gold Dragon, it is difficult to become Legendary Realm at the age of 500, but it is not very difficult. An outstanding Gold Dragon individual can basically become Legendary Realm within 500 years of age.
Garos doesn't like to set goals that are too high and unrealistic.
He likes to aim low.
This will give him a sense of accomplishment when it is realized in advance.
If you set a century-long Legendary Realm goal and fail to achieve it, you won't be discouraged, but you will feel a little disappointed after all.
Garos took a deep breath, stimulating the dazzling Golden Lightning in his body, and entered Exhilarated State.
In this state, even if you lie down and don't move, it will have a stimulating and exercise effect on the body.
He stayed calmly in the wind and rain, silently savoring the feeling of lightning stinging his muscles, and continued to listen to the conversation between Frost Fang and Nick.
What I want to mention here is.
Gray-maned Werewolf Tribe's old Shaman passed away of natural causes two years ago.
After Werewolf held a funeral for him, Frost Fang inherited his legacy and continued to serve Garos in his place.
After Nick finished telling the information about Permafrost Tundra that he knew, he took out a waterproof paper and pen, wrote down the requirements put forward by Frost Fang one by one, compared them several times, and only put them away carefully after confirming that there were no omissions.
After agreeing on the time for the next transaction.
The Troll slave of the caravan began to move the goods to the car.
Nick stood in the tent watching this scene, while Frost Fang led his tribe to leave.
Just when he reached the entrance of the tent, Nick suddenly said, "Wait a minute."
Werewolf The warlock paused slightly and turned to look at Nick.
"What else?"
it asked.
The smile on Nick's face remained unchanged, and he whispered, "The next time I trade, I want to meet that gentleman and express my loyalty and awe to him. That gentleman gave me a new life, and I am grateful."
The adult he was referring to was obviously the mastermind behind the Molten Iron Clan.
Of course, Nick does not know the name Molten Iron Clan.
The transactions between the two parties were only conducted on trade routes. Nick only knew Molten Iron Clan a little more than other merchants. He knew that the monsters in Scale-Earth Rift Road were loyal to the same lord, but he did not know that these monster clans had also been integrated.
After hearing what Nick said.
Frost Fang's gaze suddenly changed, becoming cold and dangerous.
In the past few years, there have been many businessmen who wanted to explore the identity of Garos, but in the end they all came to nothing. The person mainly responsible for this is the warlock Frost Fang.
But Nick is different from those businessmen.
Frost Fang suppressed his murderous intention and said slowly, "I can't make the decision. I can only ask for instructions for you. I will notify you through Communication Stone when I get the result."
Nick nodded quickly and showed a flattering smile.
"Trouble, trouble."
He took out a magic gem, stuffed it into Frost Fang's paw, and whispered, "This is a little bit of my heart, please accept it."
Frost Fang took the gem and then gradually disappeared into the rain with his clan members.
After a brief tidying up, the convoy started driving again, drifting further and further away on Scale-Earth Rift Road.
Ten minutes later, Iron Dragon Sorog fell from the sky, its huge wings covering the wind and rain, and landed in front of Werewolf who had not yet returned to their territory.
It's always watching over here, just in case.
"Noble Iron King, please accept this gem."
Frost Fang offered the gem that was still warm, and Iron Dragon took it away without ceremony.
"Dragon Lord Will you agree to meet next time?"
Frost Fang asked.
Iron Dragon looked in the direction of the trade road, his eyes a little gloomy in the rain, and said, "Not necessarily, but if it doesn't appear, we will terminate the transaction with this caravan and replace it with a brand new caravan that can be controlled and controlled."
Frost Fang knows how to terminate.
It nodded heavily.
The drizzle was continuous and showed no sign of stopping.
Iron Dragon Sorog returned to Conifer Valley, gathered his wings and shook off the rainwater, and said to Garos, "Are you going to see that human?"
Garos nodded casually, allowing Nick to avoid death.
"Let him see him." Garos's tail tip swept across the ground, leaving a ravine. "Ten years of testing have proven that this is a smart man who knows how to maintain a balance between interests and loyalty."
"And today is different from the past. It can let him know how majestic and majestic the object of his allegiance is."
Garos exaggeratedly boasted about himself and said.
Iron Dragon wanted to remind Garos not to be too arrogant, but after glancing at Garos's majestic physique, his eyelids twitched and he didn't say much.
What Garos said is true.
This has nothing to do with arrogance or arrogance.
I went through my own Dragon Inheritance and Iron Dragon but I didn't find the second Dragonkin that was as strong as Garos at the same age.
At this time, Iron Dragon thought for a while and suggested, "I want to build some taverns around the business road and select smart individuals from my family members to run them."
Garos's eyes moved slightly.
"Do you want to get information through these pubs?"
Iron Dragon nodded his head and said, "We are located in the wilderness, and the information is blocked and backward. We cannot wait until we need it or find a problem before we want to inquire. We need better ears, eyes and eyes."
After a pause, Iron Dragon added, "In addition, I hope to come to the front of the stage from behind the scenes."
It said seriously to Garos: "You and Samantha are still behind the scenes, and I will stand on the stage, as Dragonkin, to attract more wilderness clans to pledge their allegiance, so that Molten Iron Clan can further develop rapidly."
Hearing this, Garos shook his head.
"Now is not the right time."
he said.
Whether it's setting up a tavern or Iron Dragon taking to the stage.
This is a bit too ostentatious, and it is equivalent to pushing Molten Iron Clan into the spotlight.
Iron Dragon is very qualified in managing territory and dependents, but it can sometimes be too eager and cannot learn to hide its ambitions, and it also has some personality problems that belong to Dragonkin. It is still Garos that really determines the future and direction.
"Why?"
Iron Dragon was a little confused and asked.
Garos did not answer directly, but asked, "Sorog, who do you think Scale-Earth Rift Road belongs to?"
"Of course it's us, it belongs to the Molten Iron Clan."
Iron Dragon is a very natural answer.
"No, it belongs to Lothern Federation, you have to understand that."
Garos looked to the south and said slowly, "The Trail of a Thousand Snakes trade road covering Ser Wilderness vertically and horizontally, regardless of the main trunk and branch lines, was all opened and created by Lothern Federation, and has strong defenders' attention."
"We can have normal transactions with the caravans on the road. Even if we are recognized as the overlord of this branch, there will be no problem."
"But the premise is that we can't stand on the bright side, we can't be in front of the stage, and we can't high-profile claim to be Overlord of Scale-Earth Rift Road."
Garos looked calmly and continued, "Why do you think Lothern Federation's trade road defenders tolerate the monster clan's activities in the trade road?"
"Precisely because it clings to the crevices of rocks like lichen, it is not obvious enough to require removal, but it also has practical value."
"But what if a lichen suddenly wants to turn into a giant tree?"
Garos did not continue, but the meaning was already obvious.
Iron Dragon was silent.
But I still feel a little unwilling.
"When can we stand on the stage of the wilderness, on the stage of the world, without disguise?" it asked.
Opposite me, Red Iron Dragon grinned and said, "Be patient, my brother."
"Don't forget who we are, time is always on our side."