I don't know how long it took.
Nick When he felt like he was about to faint, the men and horses finally stopped, and he was taken to a grassland area and to the man-horse camp.
After getting off the horse in a daze, Nick was still a little unconscious, until a low and rich voice, like a giant creature's voice, sounded in his ears.
"I heard you wanted to see me."
Hearing this, Nick was shocked, as if a basin of ice water had been poured on him, and his spirit returned to normal.
Then he suddenly looked up and saw a giant beast beyond ordinary imagination.
The moonlight shattered into thousands of silver rays on the scales, and the thorns on the spine were like a rebellious jungle of spears and halberds, rising and falling with the breath.
The most shuddering thing is the feeling of oppression. Even if he is still, there is still explosive power surging under the knotted muscle lines. The incredibly strong body is like steel that has been tempered thousands of times, and every scale is like a tempered shield.
The distance between the two sides is now very close.
Nick can almost see his own reflection, twisted into ant-like black spots in his pupils.
He couldn't help but kneel down and crawl on the ground, remembering the name Adolescent Dragon circulating in Raymond Duchy in his mind.
"The great Sky-Rending Wing, the evil star of death."
"Your loyal and humble servant, I finally have the honor to see your true face."
In the camp of men and horses, Garos looked at the businessman lying on the ground.
After looking at it for a few seconds, Red Iron Dragon raised the corner of his mouth and asked, "Sky-Rending Wing, Death Omen--is this what humans call me?"
Nick replied, "This is the name spread from Raymond Duchy, and someone has issued a reward for you."
Hearing that Raymond Duchy regarded himself as an enemy, Garos was not angry at this expected thing.
On the contrary, he nodded with satisfaction, feeling that the name was not bad.
In the Molten Iron Clan, when the family members praise Garos, they most commonly use the honorific Lord of Crimson Wings. However, such honorifics actually come from the clans under their command and do not have much gold content.
For Dragonkin.
Only titles that are spread within the camp of powerful enemies are more worthy of recognition, and such titles will be spread more widely.
However, such titles are often uncontrollable and may become a joke.
For example, Garos killed intelligent creatures for the first time and killed the entire Goblin clan. If such a record were spread, he would most likely be given the title Goblin Slayer.
The title is tied to inferior creatures.
In the eyes of the dragon, it was as uncomfortable as eating shit.
Garos doesn't care much about false titles, but having a nicer title will definitely make him happier than Goblin Slayer and his like.
"Sky-Rending Wing It's okay."
"But this Death Omen sounds so evil."
Garos thought to himself, and then asked, "Apart from this, are there any other names?"
Nick thought about it carefully, hesitated slightly, and then whispered, "There are also names like Ore-Vein Marauder, Golem Ripper."
These sound very ordinary.
Not hearing the nice name, Garos stopped delving into it and stared at the businessman.
"Human beings are always full of hostility or fear toward me, but why do you want to come to me? Don't say it is to show your loyalty and awe."
While speaking, Red Iron Dragon's huge and majestic body leaned forward slightly.
The shadow overwhelmingly enveloped the humans in front of them.
Feeling a heavy sense of depression, Nick took a deep breath, then raised his head, with a smile still on his face, "Those mediocre people are afraid of your flames, but I see the future in you."
In an aria-like tone, he praised, "I have never seen or heard anyone like you Adolescent Dragon."
"You know the importance of trade rather than reckless robbery. You know how to hide your claws instead of being arrogant. You know when to show your fangs instead of giving in blindly."
Garos listened quietly.
Molten Iron Clan's relatives often flatter him, but most of them only praise his strength and power, but Nick flatters him from the perspective of wisdom, which makes Garos feel a little novel and interesting.
Of course, he doesn't look like Sorog or Samantha.
These kind words like honey made him happy, but they could not change his mind.
"I'm a businessman."
"I see immeasurable value in you, and I am convinced that being by your side will be the rarest opportunity I have ever encountered in my life."
"I want to build a large-scale chamber of commerce of my own, strengthen my family, and let my descendants enjoy a higher status. To realize this dream, I must have someone to rely on, and I must hold your thigh firmly."
"Even death cannot shake my determination."
As he spoke, he presented a ring plated with Mithril and said, "This is a space prop that I commissioned Dwarf Alchemist to build. It can be changed in size and can accommodate many things. It is a gift from me to you. I hope you like it."
Garos took the ring.
I didn't take it immediately, I just put it away first.
He looked at Nick, his eyes seemed to penetrate his soul, and said flatly, "For the family and future generations, is that all?"
Tonight is an important day for Nick.
Because Garos wants an internal agent from Southern Kingdoms who can bring him intelligence, pass on information for himself, and build a force for himself in advance in the human kingdom, not just for trade.
For now, Nick is a good candidate.
If he passes Garos's review and judgment, he will get more support from Garos.
If it is purely for the family or future generations, such a person is not reliable.
Once Garos feels it is inappropriate, because Nick now knows too much, he will keep this human being here forever.
Under Garos's calm gaze, Nick's heart skipped a beat.
He thought deeply for a few seconds, and finally exhaled slowly and said, "The most important thing is for myself."
Lifting his wrinkled face, he sighed and said, "You know, compared to immortals like you, human life is as short as a firefly. I long for a longer life."
After a pause, he put his head on the ground and said sincerely, "I hope that when my body becomes old, I can receive your mercy and grace and give me the opportunity of Dragon Vein Conversion."
Garos looked at the humans in front of him.
"It's hard for you to survive the process of Dragon Vein Conversion."
He said bluntly.
Nick gritted his teeth and said, "No matter what, there is always a chance of survival. I will find a way to get something that can improve the success rate of conversion, and I am not in a hurry to convert now."
"Even if the transformation fails, the child I will be born and the family I will develop will still be loyal to you."
The human voice had just finished speaking.
Red Iron Dragon suddenly raised his head, narrowed his eyes and looked at the sky.
There was a chill in the air, as if cold air was sweeping in.
More importantly, he smelled the scent of Dragonkin, which was like a polar glacier, cold and brutal.
Immediately afterwards, a white dragon shadow streaked across the night sky, filled with extremely cold air. It got closer and closer, causing a commotion among the people.
"It's Pale Wings, she's here again!"
Silver Mane's complexion changed slightly and he said.
Pale Wings, Evil Dragon who was defeated by the White Mane Clan twenty years ago.
The men and horses almost killed Pale Wings by pretending to surrender and then raiding and killing him, but Pale Wings also paid the price.
White Mane Clan's previous clan leader died because he was seriously injured in the battle with Pale Wings. Due to the sequelae, his body became increasingly weak and he died.
The younger generation of centaur warriors have only heard of the clan's glory in hunting down White Dragon, but they don't know the price they paid back then.
"It's White Dragon who was defeated by the White Mane Clan."
Garos has heard of the existence of this White Dragon.
The sixteen-meter-long White Dragon was hovering in the sky, staring at the ground below with cold eyes. At the same time, he noticed Red Iron Dragon in the camp of the men and horses, and couldn't help but stare.
"White Scale? Why are you here."
Garos looked at White Dragon in the sky and asked subconsciously.
The blood of the red dragon and Iron Dragon made him instinctively call it White Scale.
Hearing this, White Dragon Tressie, who was originally planning to ask about his situation, suddenly turned gloomy. The cold air in his body became thicker and solidified. His eyes were filled with anger as he stared at Red Iron Dragon below.
Her original purpose was to take revenge on Centaur.
But now, the people and horses have been ignored by her.
Damn! Arrogant Hybrid Dragon!
Just Adolescent Dragon, how dare you despise the great Pale Wings like this!
White Dragon Tressie was angry.
At the same time, realizing that he was affected by the stereotype, Garos added politely.
"Oh no, it's White Dragon. Sorry, I accidentally made a slip of the tongue just now."