At dawn, Garos, scarred but with bright eyes, returned to Dragon Valley.
"Such a serious injury? Who beat you like this!"
When Deborah, who was left behind Dragon Valley, saw it, he was shocked at first, and then became furious. The scales on his body stood up slightly, and a strong and cold air filled his body.
"It's okay."
Garos landed on the ground with a smile on his face, "The enemy suffered more heavy losses than me. From now on, Borderlands belongs to me."
I noticed that although Red Iron Dragon's aura was a little sluggish, he was generally fine, and Deborah's anger gradually subsided.
She asked in confusion, "What happened last night?"
Garos told the story in a calm and calm tone about how he was ambushed and then almost wiped out all the enemy's top brass.
"These barbarians really don't know how to live or die."
"Fortunately you are strong enough, otherwise the consequences would be unpredictable."
Red-Silver Dragon looked at Garos's tall and strong body, his eyes lingering on the scars.
For Dragonkin, scars are not ugly remnants, but merits and honors. For Dragonkin, the dragon scales on its body will become thicker and harder after being Shatter ed and healed over and over again, and there will be some visual traces like fine cracks on the surface that need to be discovered carefully, indicating that it has experienced many battles, and is also called - Battleworn Mark.
The purpose of Cold Explosive Scale on the surface of Garos is Shatter, and there is no such trace.
But now there are some Battleworn Mark appearing on the black and red dragon scales on his lower level.
The appearance of this thing means that after many and fierce battles, it will basically never appear on the body of Young Adult Dragon, not even on the body of White Dragon like Tressie.
"Battleworn Mark Garos, when I was at Boiling Sea Dragon Domain, I never saw any Young Adult Dragon with Battleworn Mark on them."
"Only those Dragonkin who are adults, prime of life, and old will have it."
Red-Silver Dragon couldn't help but stepped forward, stretched out his paws, and gently touched the new Battleworn Mark, which was still bleeding slightly on Garos's chest.
"Does it hurt?"
she asked quietly.
"I'm used to it."
Red Iron Dragon said nonchalantly, then took a few steps back, looked down at the so-called Battleworn Mark, and said happily, "The inheritance says that after this Battleworn Mark spreads all over the body, it will form special veins, which will help the energy flow quickly. It also has the same effect on my Dragon Qi. When it is fully grown, I can have one more method."
Battleworn Mark grows all over the body, which is often a characteristic of Ancient Dragon.
If you stay away from the world all year round and don't participate in disputes, Ancient Dragon may not be able to grow to Battleworn Mark.
At that time, the increase it can bring is actually not high for Ancient Dragon, but its existence itself means that it is powerful and people dare not provoke it.
On the other side, Red-Silver Dragon had other ideas.
"Even with such a serious injury, he still looked relaxed and didn't take it seriously. If it were me, I might have started screaming and wailing."
"Garos He has experienced too much pain since childhood."
Deborah felt distressed and pitiful.
The strong and ferocious Hybrid Dragon in front of her turned into a little beast in need of care in her eyes.
Poor, weak, and helpless.
Red-Silver Dragon quickly took out something like a red crystal and a pill from the neck scale, it was bright and crystal clear.
"This is a magic potion that my father made using his own Dragon Blood. It can quickly recover from injuries. You can take it."
Garos's eyes lit up and he said, "Give it to me first. My current injury is not serious. You can keep it for later." His injuries can slowly recover on their own.
Such a precious potion is not as good as used in battle.
"Eat it now or I won't give it to you."
Red-Silver Dragon guessed what Garos was thinking and stuffed the potion directly into Garos's mouth.
Feeling the body's instinctive desire for this potion and Red-Silver Dragon's determination, Garos lightly bit Red-Silver Dragon's paw, rolled his tongue over the potion, and simply ate it in one bite.
As soon as it reaches the stomach, it melts instantly.
It was as if it turned into a burst of cold water, gently brushing through Garos's body, and it felt comfortable wherever it passed. Those Shatter's blood vessels and injured internal organs immediately became much better. The scales on the body also felt itchy like ants nibbling, and the regeneration and recovery speed became faster.
"It's really good stuff."
Garos stretched his body and found that there was no pain all over his body. He couldn't help but feel unfinished.
"I'll give you another one."
Red-Silver Dragon took out another magic potion made from the essence and blood of Silver Dragon, handed it to Garos, and said, "Garos, you keep it for use."
"How many more do you have?"
Garos asked.
"There are so many." Just in case Garos didn't believe it, Red-Silver Dragon emphasized. "Don't forget that I am Metal Dragon. There are many similar things."
Red Iron Dragon nodded, then stretched out his paw.
"Then give me a few more."
He shamelessly asked for it directly.
"What a beautiful thought! The insatiable Evil Dragon."
Red-Silver Dragon snorted slightly and tilted his head as if angry.
After waiting for a while, she didn't hear Red Iron Dragon's subsequent voice. She looked back unhappily and found that Red Iron Dragon had already laid down on the spot, closed her eyes and fell asleep, breathing hot and even breaths from her mouth.
Silver Dragon's magic potion can only relieve pain and heal injuries, but has limited recovery of physical and mental energy.
After the fierce battle, Red Iron Dragon relaxed his mind and took the magic potion. He couldn't bear the drowsiness and fell asleep.
Soon after.
After the news spread that almost all the high-level leaders of the Dawn Tribe and Ironblood Tribe died in the battle of the Raging Tide River, the morale of the Molten Iron Tribe skyrocketed.
Being ambushed but killing all the enemies, Lord of Crimson Wings becomes even more invincible.
On the contrary to the Molten Iron Tribe, the two tribes were miserable and their morale was completely shattered. Humans and Orc no longer stubbornly resisted, but they had no intention of surrendering. They dispersed into many scattered groups and fled deeper into the snowy, frost-biting Permafrost Tundra.
After this.
Molten Iron Tribe's Thrall Legion was unstoppable, rolling over the north inch by inch, occupying and controlling the strongholds that originally belonged to the two tribes of Liming and Ironblood.
The difference from the previous Golden Fang Tribe is.
Because these two tribes advocate glory and fighting, even if the top leaders are dead, when their fleeing tribesmen are caught up, the resistance is still extremely fierce. Those who cannot escape will fight to the death, and only a very small number of individuals choose to surrender.
Time passed by slowly like this.
After about a month.
At the end of New Calendar 249, when the intelligent creatures of Southern Federation were preparing for holiday celebrations for the upcoming New Year, Borderlands had already ushered in its uncrowned king.
At this time, Borderlands was almost filled with flags belonging to the Molten Iron Tribe.
Except for the Venomtail Tribe, all other land and resources belong to Ignas Dragonflight and Garos.
"The finishing work has basically been completed."
"Borderlands Now only Venomtail Tribe and us are left. Should we wait for them to surrender on their own, or should I go and recruit them?"
Sorog's inquiry came from my mind.
Red Iron Dragon paused the polishing exercise of the dragon wings, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said slowly, "Snake-man are watching from the other side, trying to get the maximum benefit, and even now they still want to wait for the price. Haha, they take it too much for granted."
After thinking for a while.
Garos said, "Ignore them for now, I want to see when they are willing to pledge their allegiance."
Five days later.
Venomtail Tribe never waited for the dragon to come to recruit them. Finally, they could no longer hold back and sent an envoy to Dragon Valley to express their desire to be loyal and surrender.
However, Garos refused.
"Sorog, gather the legion to go to the Venomtail Tribe, crush the strongholds along the way, and surround Ten-Thousand Snake Marsh."
"Then we will make a decision based on their attitude. If there is any resistance or cleverness, Ten-Thousand Snake Marsh will be flattened, all resisters will be killed, and those who surrender will be turned into slaves."
Molten Iron Legion, at the height of its power, bared its fangs again and bit the poisonous snake entrenched in the northeast.
Garos would not be able to rest assured that such a swaying wallflower would annex their entire tribe without any damage. Such killings would waste some future dependents or slaves, but it is a very necessary thing.
At the same time.
When King of the Borderlands gives orders to Punishment and the cunning Venomtail Snake-men.
Ser Wilderness The dusk on the edge was dyed blood.
Among the ruins of a dilapidated principality sentry, the last few wisps of black smoke twisted and rose into the sky.
The giant dragon slowly retracted its wings that covered the sky and the sun, and its 28-meter-long body cast a terrifying shadow on the ground. Its bright red scales were densely covered with Battleworn Mark, like countless burning wounds.
This is a mature red dragon.
The red dragon's front paws playfully pressed down on the last struggling guard, feeling the gradual shattering of human bones under its claws.
The guards' shrill wails were like the most beautiful music in his ears, and the dragon's kiss filled with fangs gradually opened, revealing an intoxicating smile.
"What a wonderful touch, what a sweet sound."
His cruel and low soliloquy echoed among the ruins, and the claws deliberately slowed down the speed of crushing the chest so that the symphony of death could last longer.
And as time goes by.
When the last scream dissipated in the evening wind, Gorsas took a deep breath of satisfaction.
Years of exile have made the smell of this homeland even sweeter, a fragrance mixed with fear, blood, and burnt smell.
Smelling the scent of the wilderness air, the muscles under his scales were trembling with excitement. The hatred and violence that had been accumulated for many years finally found an outlet to vent.
Immediately afterwards, he unfolded the dragon wings that covered the sky and the sun, raised his head and let out a roar that shook the world.
Invisible and fiery Dragon Might swept through the ruins like a wave.
"Now, it's time for Ser Wilderness to get to know its owner again!"
"Insects, get ready to tremble in Dragonflame and turn into ashes!"
The thorns on the red dragon's back stood upright, and its breath ignited the nearby ruins. Then, surrounded by countless flames, he soared into the sky with wings waving, and disappeared into the sky before Federation's strong support arrived.