The night was dark, and gusts of cold wind blew across the low mountain where Gray Magnetite was located.
Looking at Red Iron Dragon standing in the center of the crowd of horses and horses, Sorog felt that his scales seemed a little tight, as if he was being pressed by some invisible force.
Not Dragon Might.
Rather, it is some kind of intangible and profound temperament and majesty that Iron Dragon longs to possess but does not possess.
He converged his wings, landed on the ground only ten meters away from Garos, and said, "You came faster than I expected."
Garos glanced at the men and horses and said, "There is no need to stay overnight to deal with them."
"These hateful guys actually deceived me."
Iron Dragon is a little angry.
A similar thing actually happened to Garos. When Weeping Cliff conquered Gnoll, the Gnolls first tried to pretend to surrender and then attacked him.
But Garos saw through their ideas.
Before Gnoll attacks, he demonstrates his power and changes Gnoll's intentions.
A large part of the reason why Iron Dragon was deceived was that he was not strong enough. If he were as strong as Garos, these people would not be pretending to surrender, but would actually be loyal.
There is also the pride that belongs to Dragonkin.
If changed to Garos.
Faced with Life Level, a creature that is taller than him suddenly says that he wants to be loyal to him, he will definitely be fully vigilant and test it again and again, so that he will not fall into the trap easily.
"Sorog, you are very good at territory and family management."
Red Iron Dragon commented unhurriedly. "But you are not cunning and vigilant enough. You need to recognize this."
He didn't blame Sorog for this. After all, he was just Adolescent Dragon. It was normal to make mistakes occasionally. With Garos's caution, he would inevitably encounter danger and it would be difficult for everything to go smoothly, let alone other Adolescent Dragon.
The key is whether you can learn lessons and grow instead of standing still.
Young Iron Dragon has actually grown up a bit. This time, he is not obsessed with fighting and has not been dazzled by the illusion of "I have the advantage".
Sorog nodded and did not refute his brother's words.
He said solemnly, "I will find a way to awaken Psionic Energy as soon as possible and take up the position of Psionicist. My keen insight into the soul can make up for my shortcomings in this area."
After a pause, Iron Dragon asked, "These people, there should be more warriors in their clan."
"What are you going to do about it?"
There was not much expression on Garos's dragon face, and he said, "It's very simple, surrender or destroy, I will give them a chance to choose."
Borderlands is mainly a plain terrain.
Men and horses are natural cavalry, and the power of charging on flat land cannot be underestimated. In large-scale frontal conflicts, the effect they can exert is no worse than Ogre, and their overall level is even better.
They are worthy of being recruited as dependents.
But if they don't know how to praise, Garos will not force it, and will try its best to kill all the clans that have been offended and eradicate them.
Red Iron Dragon's simple yet dangerous words made everyone bow a little lower.
At this time.
The two commanders who were seriously injured by Garos managed to get up.
Garos did not kill anyone before and spared their lives.
Iron Dragon looked at the two men who attacked him and left many scars on his body. He looked coldly and stepped forward slowly, grinning and asking, "Stupid and despicable things, is the result now what you want? Is it satisfactory to you?"
Iron Hoof and Silver Mane looked pale and had weak breath.
After being utterly defeated by Garos, they realized that they had made a huge mistake.
Iron Dragon is not alone. Behind him is Dragonkin who is so powerful that they cannot compete with him.
If they had known this, they would never have come to offend, but who would have thought that Evil Dragon would form a group?
In the impression and cognition of Centaur and Horse, Evil Dragon like Iron Dragon has always lived alone, and I have never heard of any examples of living together.
"White Mane Clan warriors, stand up!"
Iron Hoof stood up like a flashback and shouted loudly.
"The glory of men and horses lies in fighting! Rebirth at Death's Door!"
He roared, picked up the broken spear, took the lead, and rushed towards Iron Dragon.
The kneeling men and horses were also a little commotion, wanting to follow the charge.
Poof!
Unexpectedly, before Dragonkin could take action, Silver Mane threw the epee fiercely, penetrating Iron Hoof's chest, interrupting his charge, and silencing the men who were ready to move again.
"You?!"
Iron Hoof fell to the ground, vomiting blood on the verge of death, opened his eyes wide, and looked at his former companions and competitors with resentment and confusion.
"Idiot, you will kill us all. Only by living can we have glory."
Silver Mane sighed and whispered.
Iron Hoof did not respond, and his pupils were completely dilated. He suffered a claw attack from Garos, and the injury was already very serious. Now he was penetrated by Silver Mane's heavy sword through the chest, and died on the spot.
Garos and Sorog quietly watched the internal strife between the men and horses.
Immediately afterwards, Silver Mane took a few breaths and knelt down on the ground enduring the severe pain in his body.
He understood that there was still a glimmer of hope.
"The noble Iron King, the great Lord of Crimson Wings."
He put on a humble and flattering smile on his face, lowered his head and said, "I was blind, failed to see the facts clearly, and did stupid things. Please forgive me. I am willing to pay any price for it."
Garos didn't speak, just stared at him quietly.
Silver Mane endured the severe pain and hit his forehead heavily on the hard metal fragment, not caring about the blood flowing down his brow bone.
"We White Mane Clan generation live in Borderlands, moving nomadicly in different areas, familiar with every water source, every mineral vein, and how to survive on this land."
His voice trembled with pain, and he tried to maintain the most respectful tone.
"You see, our strong front hooves can crush Giant Wolf's skull. Our charge is unstoppable. Our eyes are as sharp as eagles. Archers can shoot down birds from hundreds of meters or thousands of meters away. If you are willing to show mercy."
Silver Mane struggled to lift his arm, which was bloody and pierced by thorns, and pointed at the kneeling soldiers.
"These elite warriors will become your sharpest spears."
After a pause, he finally said respectfully, "I hope to offer -"
Iron Dragon interrupted, "Loyalty?"
"Stupid centaurs, you have now lost your credibility in my eyes."
Silver Mane was silent, then gritted his teeth and said, "I made the wrong choice. I am willing to use my life to atone for my sins. I only ask that you forgive the other soldiers."
Iron Dragon first looked at Garos.
Garos looked as usual and said nonchalantly, "They left injuries on you, and their life and death are left to you."
Silver Mane's face was ashen.
Iron Dragon walked up to Silver Mane, and the shadow formed by his body blocking the moonlight shrouded him.
A cruel smile appeared on his dragon's face and he said, "Senior, just as you said, use your life to atone for your sins. After you die, I will not make things difficult for other centaurs."
Silver Mane was silent for a few seconds, and then a smile appeared on his face.
"Thank you for your kindness."
He picked up a broken spear on the ground, hesitated for a while and then took a deep breath. Finally, he gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and pierced it toward his heart.
The spear tip pierced skin and flesh.
But before it could cause damage to the heart, it stopped abruptly.
Iron Dragon stretched out his hook toes and grasped the broken spear.
Feeling the resistance from Iron Dragon, the men and horses opened their eyes in shock.
Iron Dragon said coldly, "Your life now belongs to the Molten Iron Clan and to us Ignas Siblings."