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After hearing what Red-Silver Dragon said, Garos was a little silent.
At this time, Red-Silver Dragon introduced him, "My grandfather, titled [Gilded Wing], is a pure Gold Dragon, a real Legendary Realm, living together with my Silver Dragon grandmother in the Boiling Sea."
"As long as he comes, he can wipe away this Abyssal Rift like dust."
Hearing this, Red Iron Dragon became even more silent.
After a few seconds, there was no response. Red-Silver Dragon blinked and said, "Say something, do you need me to ask the elders above for help?"
Garos looked at Red-Silver Dragon and did not answer directly.
He asked, "What if, what if your grandfather still couldn't solve the problem?"
Red-Silver Dragon said in a matter-of-fact tone, "What else can we do? Keep asking for help. There are elders above my grandfather."
The higher the age group of Dragonkin is, the stronger he must be.
Red-Silver Dragon herself is Young Adult Dragon who is in her early forties, but she can call out the older Dragonkin and beat the younger ones and the older ones without talking about martial ethics.
Unless they are extremely chaotic and evil creatures who do not consider the consequences at all.
Otherwise, no other intelligent being would be willing to touch Metal Dragon.
There is a reason for this.
Damn it, why can't Chromatic Dragon and Ferrous Dragon unite and protect their weaknesses like Metal Dragon?
Garos has never even seen his own Red Dragon Father.
He could not imagine how wonderful his life would be now if he was born in Metal Dragon, with layers of protection and thick thighs to hug him. At the very least, he would not need to compete with Goblin for resources.
"Deborah, does your grandfather want to adopt Evil Dragon as his adopted son? Do you think Red-Iron Hybrid Dragon, who is born evil like me, is up to standard?"
Red Iron Dragon uses jokes to cover up his inner envy.
"You want to be the dragon of my father's generation? That's a great idea."
Red-Silver Dragon rolled his eyes at Garos, and then said seriously, "I can ask my father for help. When he hears the news about Abyssal Rift, he will be happy to come."
After hesitating for a second, she continued, "However, I'm not sure what his attitude is towards you."
Red-Silver Dragon looked at Garos's tall, ferocious, strong and majestic body, and whispered, "My father has always been very strict. He abides by the principles of justice and likes to educate Evil Dragon."
"He may ignore you, but he may also arrest you on a whim and imprison you for education."
Garos shook his head and said decisively, "Abyssal Rift's matter is not a serious problem at the moment. It can even provide me with some resources, so I won't bother your father."
He has always hated risks beyond his control.
Although Abyssal Rift is a hidden danger, its scale is here, and it is always monitored by family members, so it will not cause too much trouble. If something happens, he will not bear the brunt.
The situation is different for Silver Dragon in his prime.
If Silver Dragon, a level 18 young man, really targets him, it will be extremely troublesome and the consequences are unpredictable.
"Let's go back to Dragon Valley with me."
Garos looked at Red-Silver Dragon and said.
Tie Red-Silver Dragon to your own camp first. Metal Dragon attaches great importance to family bonds. If Silver Dragon Frostmark really wants to take action against him, he should consider his daughter's thoughts at least.
In addition, if you are unlucky enough to encounter a terrifying enemy that is difficult to resist, having Metal Dragon by your side can at least make the opponent afraid.
He thought to himself in preparation for a rainy day.
Immediately, Red-Silver Dragon and Garos returned to Dragon Valley.
Just like before he fell asleep, Red-Silver Dragon accompanied and assisted him in various exercises, and Garos would also give Red-Silver Dragon puzzles or gold coins as reward.
Time passes day by day.
The friction and conflict between the Golden Fang Tribe and Molten Iron Tribe around the riverbank stronghold continues.
The guerrilla raid, dominated by elite troops, caused many losses to the Goblin stronghold, but Goblin also designed and planned ambushes and counterattacks.
Both sides go back and forth, hurting each other.
Comparatively speaking, the Goblins who have difficulty breaking up their stronghold and rely on Golem and Alchemical Constructs to fight have more disadvantages.
However, the Goblins seemed to be patient and waiting for something. Although there were occasional ambushes and counterattacks, the overall reaction was not intense.
In this way, a month slipped away quietly.
Collapse!
The hills covered with hardy pine trees trembled violently.
Red Iron Dragon and a Black-Scaled Giant Serpent were writhing and fighting on the ground.
Rubbles flew everywhere, the ground cracked, and giant trees collapsed. The sound of the battle between the two was like an earthquake, leaving deep ravines on the ground.
Black-Scaled Giant Serpent's body is nearly fifty meters long. Its slender body is wrapped around Red Iron Dragon's body. Every muscle fiber under the scales is as tough as steel wire.
The scales rubbed against each other, making a clanging sound, and the sparks were swallowed up by the dense cold air as soon as they splashed out.
Black-Scaled Giant Serpent tightened and contracted inch by inch, trying to strangle Red Iron Dragon. There was a clear sound of muscle tension in the body. However, no matter how it contracted, it could not stop Red Iron Dragon's heart.
The cold air keeps invading the body.
The thorns like a forest of swords cut through the snake scales like Ling Chi.
The weapon-like dragon wings and tail repeatedly slashed and stabbed, leaving horrific wounds with deep bones visible.
However, Black-Scaled Giant Serpent seems to have no sense of pain and does not have much brain. It stubbornly shrinks its body and bites Red Iron Dragon's back with its snake teeth, pouring poison.
A few minutes later.
Click!
With the surge of dark red flames, the dragon wings were like knives, falling with all the ferocious power, beheading Black-Scaled Giant Serpent owl, until it died, its snake head was still biting Garos.
"The last one."
Garos took off the snake head and thought, "Monster Lord in the southwest has been completely removed, and the last piece of the puzzle is complete."
At this point, Molten Iron Tribe has completely taken over the southwest. Every inch of land here belongs to the Molten Iron Tribe and Garos.
"Among Monster Lord, only White Tiger has been tamed."
"Others are either like Chimera, who are chaotic and evil in nature and have no idea of allegiance, or they are like this giant snake, cold-blooded and cruel and will not retreat until the end."
Garos secretly said it was a pity.
He picked up the body of the black-scaled python and flew towards Dragon Valley.
If you can't subdue it, then replenish your body. Garos can't eat this kind of high-grade meat every day.
Soon after.
Night falls.
A bonfire was lit in Dragon Valley. Chef Ogre, who is good at handling meat, carefully roasted the snake meat and skillfully sprinkled various spices. The flame-roasted fat sizzled, and the aroma of meat and spices mixed together, filling the valley.
Grilled snake meat, snake meat soup, snake meat sashimi.
One snake eats three.
Garos is enjoying the food while watching the competition ahead.
The bonfire illuminated the open space brightly. Lizardfolk Ulos and Kobold Doug stood in the center of the fire, pacing slowly and looking at each other carefully.
Lizardfolk looks like a giant lizard standing upright.
As for Kobold, the name actually does not match its appearance. The appearance is more similar to Dragonborn. It has no canine characteristics. It was only because it chased and licked Dragonkin too much and most of the individuals were relatively weak that it was named Kobold.
After Gnoll Hodge died, Iron Will lost the group leader.
Garos is not very familiar with the new generation of monsters, and has no favorites, so he simply adopts the method of fighting and selection.
In front of you are Lizardfolk and Kobold.
They went through numerous selections and fought their way out of the siege, becoming the final candidates and the strongest of the new generation of the two tribes.
Garos tore off a piece of roasted snake meat, the fat dripping down his chin, and watched the two leaders sizing each other up with interest.
"Let's get started."
Red Iron Dragon's voice is deep and majestic.
The taller Lizardfolk Uros was the first to attack. With a flick of his tail, he rushed towards Doug with a long stride, swinging his tomahawk and striking at Doug. The wind pressure brought by the ax blade caused the bonfire to sway.
Kobold did not touch it hard. He rolled down and disappeared, blending into the night.
Bang!
Following violent tremors, the ground was split open by the giant axe, and a deep ravine extended forward for more than ten meters, demonstrating the power of this blow.
At the same time.
Taking advantage of the gap between Lizardfolk's attacks, Doug quietly appeared beside Lizardfolk. His attack was without much movement or momentum. The dagger was lifted up insidiously and stabbed between Lizardfolk's legs.
Ulos's eyelids jumped.
He jumped back to avoid it, slapped the ground with his thick tail, and pounced at Kobold at a faster speed.
At this moment, Kobold suddenly took out a handful of sand from his waist and threw it towards Ulos's face.
Lizardfolk closed his eyes instinctively and his movements were slightly sluggish.
Doug seized the opportunity, and suddenly a pair of bat-like wings spread out behind him. His speed increased sharply, as fast as a ghost. The dagger went straight for Lizardfolk's throat, but at the last moment he changed his move and the thorn tip lightly touched Ulos's carotid artery.
"You lost."
Doug's voice is high-pitched but firm.
Ulos opened his eyes and looked at the dagger against his neck in disbelief.
His heavy breathing gradually calmed down, and he finally slowly lowered his battle axe.
"Well done, little man."
Lizardfolk said in a muffled voice.
Kobold Doug shook its tail and turned its head to look at Red Iron Dragon.
The firelight reflected on the dragon's scales, making him look even more majestic and swaying.
"Uros's power is even greater."
Red Iron Dragon said, "But Doug is better at using his brain to fight and wins impeccably."
The overall level of Lizardfolk and Kobold is between the same.
But in the fight, Lizardfolk attacked blindly without any other thoughts. On the other hand, Kobold Doug knew the true meaning of the shadow assassin, fighting with his mind, controlling the rhythm, and delivering the fatal blow at the best time.
The pros and cons of both sides can be easily distinguished.
"Doug, Iron Will's position as leader of the battle group is yours now, so behave well."
Kobold put away the dagger and immediately prostrated on the ground. "My lord, I am willing to fight to the death for you."
The bonfire crackled and sparks rose into the night sky.
The figure of Iron Dragon Sorog appeared in the sky above Dragon Valley. He circled briefly, folded his wings, and landed in front of Red Iron Dragon.
"Garos, my dear brother, we have made a great discovery."
He couldn't suppress his excitement and said.
"What?"
Garos asked.
Iron Dragon lowered his voice and said slowly, "It is very likely that there is a Black Oilfield in the territory of the Golden Fang Tribe."
Garos was slightly startled at first.
The next second, his breathing became heavy, his pupils suddenly shrank into thin lines, and a few wisps of sparks came out of his nostrils.
"Are you sure?!"
For anything that can be called Black Oilfield, the smallest recoverable reserves can produce more than 10,000 tons of Black Oil, which is enough for Garos to swim in. It is an extremely precious strategic resource.
"Nine times out of ten."
Iron Dragon nodded heavily.
Black Oilfield, Black Oilfield. Garos's eyes were shining, revealing deep desire and a hint of danger.
"Sorog, tell me the specific discovery process."
Red Iron Dragon took a deep breath and said in a deep voice.
As long as a strategic resource like Black Oilfield is certain to exist and is possible to capture, we must strike hard and never miss it!