The twilight cast a dark blue veil over the valley. The giant wolf knights lowered their bodies, pushed slowly against the rock wall, passed through the narrow entrance, and walked into the suddenly open interior of the valley.
The leader Werewolf is Russell.
It was originally the clan leader of the Howling Moon Clan. Later, after the clan was reorganized into a war group, because it had a close connection with the Giant Wolf mount transformed by one of its spouses, its abilities surpassed those of the Gnoll and Lizardfolk knights, and now serves as the leader of the war group of Red Iron Cavalry.
Compared with a few years ago.
Russell has more gray hair on his body and some white beards on his face.
The lifespan of Werewolf is not long. It has passed its peak period and is now gradually declining. The position of Scarlet Iron Cavalry Corps as the leader is a bit precarious.
The mission of exploring unknown valleys is very dangerous.
But it still volunteered and led the team into the valley.
The reason is also very simple. I want to express myself more and make more achievements in exchange for the opportunity of Dragon Vein Conversion. After becoming Dragon-Vein Creature, its lifespan will increase dramatically, and I will no longer have to worry about the passage of time and the decline in status.
Garos collected Dragon Blood openly and without any taboos.
The monsters all know that Dragon Vein Conversion's opportunity has come. Recently, their enthusiasm has been greatly improved, and they have begun to compete with each other overtly and covertly, hoping to get attention and opportunities.
Russell patted Giant Wolf's neck gently.
Giant Wolf, a horse with silver-gray fur, immediately understood. Its flesh pads silently stepped on the ground, and its wolf eyes glowed with a faint green light in the dim twilight.
The interior of the valley is more fertile than imagined.
The water surface of the central lake is filled with lead-gray microwaves, and many animal bones are piled on the lake shore, but fresh footprints show that reindeer herds often come here to drink water.
Russell squatted down and wiped the hoof prints on the mud with his fingertips. The still moist soil proved that they had just left recently.
There are patches of white-leaf pine growing under the rock wall on the east side. The needles of these cold-resistant trees are rich in oil and are excellent torch materials. What surprised the Werewolf knights even more was that they found a large number of red berry bushes on the edge of the pine forest. These berries can quench hunger and can also be polished into potions to treat minor injuries.
Dire Wolf Knight were exploring the valley slowly.
Suddenly, Russell's ears stood up and he said in a deep voice, "Be alert!"
It heard a strange noise.
The sound of the wind was mixed with the rustling sound of some kind of leather rubbing against the rocks, and the already dark twilight was also shrouded in some kind of huge shadow.
Dire Wolf Knight raised their heads and their pupils shrank suddenly.
It turned out to be ten dragons!
They have dark brown skin. The smallest one is more than eight meters long, and its wingspan is extremely huge, close to twenty meters. When unfolded, it blocks out the sky and the sun, casting a huge shadow on the ground. Its tail is long and thick, with sharp spines at the end. Venomtail.
Hiss!
Roar!
They made a hoarse sound that sounded like a snake's hiss, as well as some low roars that seemed to be squeezed out from deep in their throats. They crawled out of the cave on the west side of the mountain wall and swooped down in the dusk.
As soon as these dragons appeared, the Dire Wolf Knights panicked.
If it were other ferocious beasts, they wouldn't be too panicked. After all, they knew very well that the powerful Dragon Lord and his brothers were hovering in the sky, and they had a solid backing.
But these are dragons.
With so many dragons, the situation is completely different!
Only Russell reacted immediately and shouted, "Don't panic! They are not True Dragon! They are just a group of Wyvern!"
It is familiar with the clan's classics, and its understanding of Dragonkin far exceeds that of its peers.
It recognized the identity of these dragons - Two-Legged Wyvern.
These monsters are not True Dragon. They have a thin trace of Dragonkin blood and belong to Subdragon. They are stronger than ordinary ferocious beasts and monsters, but not as good as True Dragon.
Dire Wolf Knight people felt at ease in their panic.
"Circle array!"
Russell yelled again.
Dire Wolf Knight instantly shrank, formed a defensive formation, and pointed their steel spears at the sky.
But the Wyvern group spread out cunningly.
Three Wyvern pretended to attack the front, while the others outflanked it from the flanks.
The leader, Two-Legged Wyvern, has a majestic physique, with ferocious scars on his faceplate. He is about thirteen meters long, and is stronger than the other Wyvern. His pair of hind feet have thick scales, sharp claws, as if they have been polished and tempered for a long time, and his tail is also very thick and long.
Wyvern leader's sinister gaze locked on Russell.
The dragon flicked its tail and struck through the air.
Russell could only barely see an afterimage. It raised its war spear and stabbed it, but failed to hit. Then there was a sharp pain in its chest, and its entire body was blown away in the air.
The remaining Wyvern also broke up the knight team and were about to start killing them.
At this moment, the entire valley suddenly became dark.
The deafening roar of the sound barrier sounded, as if the thunder from the distant mountains was pulled into front of the eyes.
The Wyvern group all shuddered, paused their pursuit of Dire Wolf Knight, and looked up at the sky with vigilance.
The red meteor tore through the dusk, fell at a very fast speed, and flapped its wings violently when it was a hundred meters above the ground.
The solid shock wave airwaves passed by, lifting up the earth and rocks on the ground, overwhelming the branches and tree crowns, and blowing the Wyvern group to and fro.
Red Iron Dragon did not attack immediately, but hovered a hundred meters in the air, scanning the Wyvern group.
After the demonstration, he said succinctly, "You scoundrels! Kneel down!"
The thick Dragon Might presses down.
Each Wyvern clamps its tail, retracts its head, converges its wings and falls to the ground, then spreads its wings again, with its whole body close to the ground, to express its surrender and awe.
Faced with True Dragon who is stronger than him.
Almost all Subdragon, due to their natural bloodline suppression, have no desire to resist and will surrender immediately.
But almost all does not mean all, there are exceptions.
In any ethnic group, there are always brave and fearless individuals.
The scarred face Wyvern actually let out a provocative scream and spit out Dragon Language.
"The strong do not respect blood! I only surrender to existences stronger than me!"
Two-Legged Wyvern is an intelligent species, with human-like intelligence, but does not like to organize words when facing weak creatures.
Its voice is relatively high-pitched, its appearance is that of a female, its strength and ferocity are rare, and it dares to show its teeth in front of True Dragon, showing its unruly appearance.
Garos is about the same length as it, but its majestic and strong body makes it fearful.
However, in its eyes, this is only one of the factors that determines victory or defeat. Wyvern, a man who is over two hundred years old, believes that with his battle and Hunt skills, he will not be weaker than Adolescent Dragon in front of him.
Immediately afterwards.
This scar-faced Wyvern did not retreat but advanced, fiercely attacking Garos.
Garos is calm and composed, waiting for its attack to arrive.
He intends to conquer the other party, and the simplest and crudest way is to crush his arrogance and confidence head-on.
Scar-faced Wyvern's attacks carry the precision honed over many years by Hunt.
When it was about ten meters closer to Garos, its body suddenly turned over, and a pair of thick claws tore at Garos.
Two-Legged Wyvern stands on only two feet. The pair of hind feet are naturally strong and good at using their claws.
The left claw is aimed at Garos's wing membrane joint, and the right claw is directed towards the dragon's pupil. The whole set of movements is like moving clouds Flowing Water Dragon Realm. It is a killing move tempered in thousands of life and death fights.
Garos did not dodge, but stretched out its claws to face Wyvern's attack.
The speed of his claw attack was obviously not very fast, and the trajectory seemed simple, but it passed through Wyvern's feet just right, and even struck first and landed on the chest of the leader Wyvern, making him the first target to verify his martial arts skills.
In the previous Garos, combat mainly relied on pure strength.
But now, it is a combination of strength and skill.
He can make better use of strength and speed.
Bang!
Wyvern leader felt like he was struck by lightning, his body was like a kite with its string cut off, it retreated and hit the mountain wall, causing depressions and spider web-like cracks.
Scarface Wyvern vomited out a mouthful of acid blood, roared and rushed at him again.
This time it used its tail whip to sweep across, the thick dragon tail tore through the air and grabbed Garos's neck.
The highly poisonous tail needle stabbed Garos's eyeball.
But when it is a few inches away from the eyeball, it is difficult to make an inch further.
Garos held the tail of Wyvern in its hands. Its tail struggled like a python, but it could not escape the grip of Red Iron Dragon's claws.
The leader of Wyvern wanted to push towards Garos with his claws, but his body was no longer under control.
Garos picked up its tail, rounded it and rotated it.
After more than ten rounds, he suddenly let go and hit the mountain wall.
Amidst the loud rumbling, the rock wall was knocked into a deep crater, and the scarred face Wyvern was embedded in the gravel like a mural.
When it struggled to climb out, its field of vision was filled with the majestic and ferocious Red Iron Dragon that was so close at hand.
"Surrender, or die."
Garos gave the choice briefly, with a gentle voice, but left no room for negotiation.
Opposite him, scar-faced Wyvern's chest was rising and falling violently, and he was breathing rapidly.
The severe pain of being smashed into the rock wall made his thinking a little scattered.
After coming back to his senses, it saw its twisted and deformed right paw.
The proud Hunt weapon was hanging at a weird angle at the moment, with blue-black blood oozing out from the gaps between its scales. Its proud attack skills were not worth mentioning in front of it, and its body attributes were not on the same level. It was obviously about the same size, but it was completely unable to compete with the power of Garos.
Being defeated frontally destroyed all its pride.
"I"
Wyvern made a hoarse sound from his throat.
"My name is Tasha."
"May your throne be forged with flesh and blood, and your journey paved with bones."
It finally lowered its head, exposing the most fragile neck scales to Garos's claws. This was Subdragon's gesture of complete surrender.
The valley here was officially taken over by Ignas Siblings as the Wyvern group surrendered.