"Poverty of resources should be the second priority."
"Borderlands is close to Permafrost Tundra. In the ice field are Frost Giant and Barbarians who are as rich as the kingdom. They do not allow the established Federation army to be stationed in Borderlands."
Garos was thinking in his heart.
He put away his divergent thoughts, looked at Iron Dragon Sorog, and said, "The overall level of the four major tribes may be higher than ours, but it will never be too much, and they pay more attention to each other, who have been in Borderlands for many years, to check and balance each other."
Iron Dragon nodded and echoed, "I think so too."
"Molten Iron Tribe's top priority is not to go to war with the four major tribes, but to completely integrate the resources in the southwest and consolidate the existing territory. We are developing too fast."
He looked at Garos and said, "There are several powerful Monster Lords in the southwest, and I am not sure of defeating them."
"It costs too much to let the family members risk their lives, so I left it unprocessed."
"They occupy several relatively fertile territories, which are also the last missing pieces of the puzzle in the southwest. Now that you have awakened, it is time to use their familiar and growing power to take back these territories."
Monster Lord refers to powerful ferocious beasts and monsters. They have limited intelligence, have few followers under their command, and do not know how to manage. They mainly rely on their strong individual strength to occupy a territory.
For some very powerful Monster Lord, the four major tribes will not provoke them rashly.
Red Iron Dragon shook his thick and sensitive neck and grinned. "I have said long ago that I will be responsible for the most difficult battle. My wings will protect the entire Molten Iron Tribe, including you."
"Monster Lord you can't fight, I'll fight it."
Click, click, click - he stretched his wings and spine, and the scales on his body rubbed against each other, making a crisp sound like metal collision.
He needs to get used to the increase in power brought about by ten years of slumber. Otherwise, the uncontrollable power will sometimes become a hidden danger.
The dragon's tail and wings look like gun blades.
Brand new Cold Explosive Scale.
Level 3 Dragon Qi.
Garos needs to be more familiar with them and form a new fighting style around them.
Iron Dragon told Garos the locations of several Monster Lord's lairs and other specific circumstances, and then said, "Golden Fang Tribe wants to block our trade channels, and we can't just sit back and wait."
He sneered.
"Trade war? The ancestors who once built a powerful Dragon Kingdom have left a lot of inheritance in this regard. It just so happens that I can put it into practice and test the inherited knowledge."
He was eager to try.
Conflicts with the Golden Fang Tribe will be handled by Iron Dragon.
Garos uses what he is best at - fighting.
With his wisdom, he can actually find a way to deal with the Golden Fang Tribe instead of Sorog, and he can do it better.
But for things like using his brain, Garos has Red Dragon Bloodline after all. If he had a choice, in comparison, he actually prefers a simple and direct way of solving problems with strength.
All the time.
When the power is enough to deal with the target, Garos's wisdom will tell him every time after careful consideration that using power to solve the problem is the most efficient.
And that's exactly what he did.
Use wisdom to control power and reason to restrain desires.
Overcoming thorns and thorns.
Monster Lord in the southwest is a thorn in the territory of the Molten Iron Tribe.
Unlike other red dragons, Garos is more cautious.
He didn't plan to take action immediately, but planned to wait for Cold Explosive Scale to grow out and then pull them out one by one in full bloom.
"Dragon Lord, Gnoll Hodge asks for a meeting."
A Dire Bear guard came over and said in a rough voice.
Since all the Young Adult Dragons have ended their slumber, the Dire Bears no longer guard the place of slumber and have officially taken on the role of guards.
"Let him come over."
Red Iron Dragon nodded slightly.
A few minutes later, an old Gnoll with mottled hair falling off his body, revealing patches of wrinkled skin, came into view of Garos.
His back was stooped, his eyes were cloudy, his claws were no longer sharp, and his left arm was missing and broken at the root.
He walked up to Garos with trembling steps, and then slowly knelt down.
At first glance, his appearance made Garos a little strange.
If the guard Dire Bear hadn't mentioned his name in the previous report, it would be difficult for Garos to directly recognize the identity of Gnoll in front of him.
"Dragon Lord, your scales are still shining, I praise you."
Gnoll gasped slightly, wagging his tail and said.
The voice is hoarse than before, but a familiar voice can be vaguely heard, and there is also a familiar flattering flavor.
"Hodge, you are old."
Red Iron Dragon said.
"My Lord, time is the most terrifying enemy. It has no claws, but it has left countless scars on my body. Only the most noble being like you can defeat it."
Gnoll said in a hoarse voice.
Ten years is just a blink of an eye for the long-lived species, but when it flows on the short-lived species, it is as heavy as a mountain.
The lifespan of an ordinary Gnoll is no more than thirty years.
When Garos entered adolescence, there were not many of the first batch of Gnoll who had followed him. Even the once high-spirited "Bloodfang Warlord" were now old and half-footed in the grave.
"Hodge, what do you want from this visit?"
Garos asked directly.
Gnoll's cloudy eyes showed the same cunning and cleverness as always, and said, "My Lord, it is my luck that you can wake up at this moment, so that I can admire your glory before I die."
Garos seems to be smiling but not smiling.
"Besides this, is there anything else?"
he asked.
Gnoll's little cleverness is invisible to him.
Hodge shook his tail and smiled flatteringly, "No, no."
After a pause, he added, "Ever since I led Iron Will to encircle and suppress Lord Beast a few years ago, my arm was torn off and I was seriously injured and was on the verge of death. After I luckily survived, my body has been deteriorating with the passage of time. Now I just hope that I can see you one last time before I die and tell you personally that Hodge's greatest honor in this life is to fight for you."
Red Iron Dragon nodded:
"In that case, now that I've seen it, you can go back."
Gnoll's smile froze slightly, and then he turned around slowly, almost turning his head three times with one step, as slow as a snail.
"Stop it, come here."
Ten seconds later, a low voice called Dragon Language came from behind.
This sentence is so pleasant to the ear, it is like hearing the immortal music and your ears are suddenly enlightened.
Gnoll turned around as quickly as he did when he was young, with a flattering smile on his face.
Garos said straightforwardly, "You have followed me a long time ago. You are the veteran of the Molten Iron Tribe and have made great contributions. As a reward, I will give you Dragon Blood and give you a chance to be reborn."
"You deserve this."
Those Dragon Blood and Garos that were left behind due to the fierce battle were not wasted. They were collected and refrigerated in the cellar of Dragon Valley. As materials for Dragon Vein Conversion, there are still many of them.
Red Iron Dragon's body leaned forward slightly and said, "Hodge, burn everything you have, then survive and continue to fight for me."
"This is an order, do you hear it?"
Gnoll put away his flattering smile, straightened his rickety back, and looked solemn.
"As you command!"
He answered solemnly.
Soon after.
Dragon Blood came from the cellar.
Garos was familiar with the road and began the transformation ceremony. Dragon Blood was condensed into a hot blood bead.
Gnoll Hodge gritted his teeth and swallowed the blood beads in one gulp.
Suddenly, his body was on fire.
Because of the terrible pain that occurred in the body and soul from the inside out, Gnoll bent down and knelt down, tearing the ground with one claw again and again, and let out a shrill scream from his mouth.
His flesh and blood proliferated, tearing his skin and fur.
His body continued to swell and was burned to ashes by the fire.
The range of his movements gradually decreased, and his howling became weaker - half an hour later, Gnoll ceased to exist, leaving only ashes on the ground.
In the end, Gnoll Hodge still failed to complete the command successfully.
Dragon Vein Conversion requires an iron will.
Hodge lacked the courage of Rebirth at Death's Door from the very beginning. He was at the rear during the battle, "protecting" the soldiers in front of him, and using warlord skills to strengthen the soldiers.
This allowed him to survive fierce battles time and time again.
However, it could not give him a new life.
Red Iron Dragon shook his head slightly.
He waved his dragon wings, whipped up strong winds, and blew the ashes into the vast sky.
Time is ruthless.
Dragonkin is an immortal species and can survive for thousands of years, but unless it can become Immortal Realm, its lifespan will eventually come to an end. As powerful as Twenty-Four-Winged Golden Dragon is, it is now in a twilight state and may die at any time.
"Eternal life, Immortal Realm... can I do it?"
Garos's heart surged and he asked himself silently.
"Definitely!"
The answer was categorical and resounding.