Naris is filled with regret at this moment, and she deeply regrets the wrong decision she made.
If she had known that Lord of Crimson Wings had such terrifying strength, she would have immediately led the entire tribe to surrender.
She will let the most beautiful girls in the clan hold Venomscale Flower in their hands and kneel respectfully in front of the city gate to greet Molten Iron Tribe; she will not hesitate to charge into battle when Molten Iron Tribe needs support, instead of sitting on both ends like now, sitting back and watching success or failure, and ultimately ending up being liquidated.
"A wrong decision will now be repaid with blood."
She sighed heavily in her heart.
Six-Armed Snake Woman slowly lowered all his arms, and the sharp blades no longer pointed at Iron Dragon Sorog.
"This was not my intention."
She lowered her head and said to Iron Dragon in a humble tone:
"The noble Iron King, Venomtail Tribe are willing to surrender and are willing to offer the loyalty of the Eternal Realm. No matter what the price is, please forgive us for our previous ignorant offense."
Watching Snake Woman show a submissive attitude,
Iron Dragon nodded slightly and said in a deep voice, "It seems that you don't want to see the Snake-man tribe destroyed."
But then he changed the topic and his voice became cold and firm. "However, it is too easy to gain allegiance without conquering, which cannot satisfy the soldiers of the Molten Iron Tribe."
"They have sharpened their claws and are eager for battle and the baptism of blood."
Six-Armed Snake Woman's pupils suddenly shrank, and a chill filled his heart.
Then, she heard the deep voice of Iron Dragon continue to sound:
"Naris, are you ready to be conquered?"
Snake Woman was silent for a moment, and finally nodded slowly and heavily.
Phew--!
Iron Dragon suddenly flapped its wings and soared into the sky.
"Attack!"
Following this order, the molten iron giant once again took an unstoppable step towards Ten-Thousand Snake Marsh.
Six-Armed Snake Woman's weapon was clenched and loosened repeatedly in her hands, and finally she restrained the urge to take action.
Soon, warriors from the Molten Iron Legion and Snake-man tribes came into close combat.
White Tiger let out a thunderous roar, and flesh and blood flew everywhere where the sharp claws passed. The power of Lord Level ferocious beast was unstoppable; the men and horses Iron Hoof crushed the earth, and the spears pierced each Snake-man like lightning. The body; Ogre's giant stick smashed the venomous snake and python into flesh; Werewolf's sharp claws easily tore Snake-man's throat. Venomtail Tribe's defense almost collapsed at the first touch, and the battlefield became one-sided.
Considering the strength of the Borderlands tribe, this performance is really unsatisfactory.
But it's not without reason--
Including the Six-Armed Snake Woman leader, Venomtail Tribe's senior bosses, powerful warlocks and Shamans, all did not fight back with all their strength under her restraint. They only passively defended against the attacks of the molten iron soldiers and retreated without any intention of fighting.
Finally, after paying the price of countless lives, the entire swamp was stained red with blood.
"He who surrenders lives!"
Iron Dragon hovered in the sky, and the dragon's roar resounded like thunder across the battlefield.
The Snake-man survivors, who had long been dominated by fear, abandoned their weapons and crawled in the blood-soaked swamp.
Six-Armed Snake Woman is also among them.
She was given special attention by White Tiger. Since she only defended but not attacked, and Sword Saint Path was not good at defense, her body was covered with hideous wounds left by Ferocious Tiger.
Her skin was torn and her face was pale, and she looked particularly fragile at this moment.
Iron Dragon Sorog landed on the ground again.
He used his huge dragon claws to lift Snake Woman's chin, letting her stand back up with her long snake tail.
"Naris, you made a wise choice this time."
Iron Dragon's voice struck straight into the soul, making Snake Woman feel relieved, and the nerves that had been tense for a long time were finally relaxed.
After this battle, the population of the Venomtail Tribe dropped by more than half.
But because of Six-Armed Snake Woman's final wise decision, he avoided the fate of complete destruction and was able to continue his bloodline.
"It is our Snake-man's honor to be loyal to the noble Dragon Race."
"From now on, Venomtail Snake-men will always surrender under the wings of the dragon and be driven by whatever he wants."
Sword Saint unloaded all weapons and the long swords dropped to the ground one after another.
Snake Woman lightly stuck out his forked tongue, while looking up at Iron Dragon's majestic head, he gently licked the cold and hard tips of Iron Dragon's claws with the tip of his tongue.
"Of course, this includes me."
She declared.
Naris saw burning desire and aggression in Iron Dragon's eyes.
She did not resist this, but felt a little lucky - if not for this, Venomtail Tribe might have suffered even more cruel treatment.
Sorog lowered his eyes and stared at Snake Woman.
Although Six-Armed Snake Woman was covered in bruises at this moment, she was not less beautiful at all. The strong contrast between the blood and the snow-white skin gave her a thrilling battle-scarred beauty.
Iron Dragon gasped heavily, but quickly regained his composure.
To Snake Woman's surprise, the burning desire in Iron Dragon's eyes gradually faded away, replaced by a gaze that looked like appreciating a work of art.
Why is there such a change?
Snake Woman is full of doubts.
Is it because I am not charming enough? Or is it that the Iron Dragon in front of me has not mastered Shapeshifting Spell yet and I am worried that it will hurt her?
"Sword Saint's physique is strong enough to withstand any storm."
Snake Woman pointedly reminded, "Iron King, you don't need to worry too much."
She knows full well that Venomtail Tribe is unpopular due to her previous poor choices.
In her opinion, being favored by Iron Dragon is a good thing for the tribe.
As he spoke, Snake Woman's eyes fluttered, his snake's tail lightly raised, and it caressed Iron Dragon's chest as if there was nothing there.
Extremely provocative.
She could feel the hardness and heat of the scales, but the other party didn't move at all.
"Beauty is like a bone-scraping steel knife that corrodes a warrior's will."
Iron Dragon loosened his claws and let the cold snake tail swim around his chest.
There was no change in expression on his cold and stern face, and he said with piercing eyes:
"I will not touch any female until I have complete control over my desires."
"This will affect my judgment and shake my determination."
Sorog knows very well that he is not as resistant to desire as Garos.
Once the indulgence begins, under the influence of the Dragonkin bloodline, it is likely that you will become addicted and unable to extricate yourself.
In this case, it is better to stay away for the time being.
To avoid making unwise decisions due to desires.
It is certainly a pleasure to conquer a powerful female and watch her change from resistance to submission and even active seduction.
However.
Establishing Dragonkin Realm's ambitious hegemony is Iron Dragon Sorog's true pursuit. Compared with this ambition, everything else must give way.
"Besides, I understand what you're thinking."
"You didn't really surrender to me, you were just forced by the situation to bow to the Molten Iron Tribe."
Iron Dragon calmly pointed out. "I am not satisfied with this incomplete conquest, but one day, Naris, you will come to me sincerely."
heard these words.
Six-Armed Snake Woman's eyes flickered, but he didn't expect that Dragonkin in front of him had such self-control.
Dragonkin knows how to restrain his desires. Compared with those roaring and indulgent dragons, Naris suddenly felt that the green Young Iron Dragon in front of him seemed even more unfathomable.
But the problem is that as far as Naris knows, even this Iron King is only the second-in-command at the Molten Iron Tribe.
Above him, there is Lord of Crimson Wings who made Venomtail Tribe frightened and swept away Borderlands.
Iron King is already so extraordinary.
What kind of grace should that Lord of Crimson Wings be?
Snake Woman suddenly asked, "If the master of the Molten Iron Tribe was standing here, how would he treat me?"
This sudden question surprised Naris herself. Perhaps it was because Iron Dragon mentioned "sincerely", which made her curious about how the more powerful Lord of Crimson Wings would view her surrender.
Hearing this question, Iron Dragon Sorog looked at Snake Woman carefully, and suddenly let out a sneer, "In his eyes, you are not much different from it, or even inferior to it."
The "it" here refers to Ferocious White Tiger who is grinning next to him.
Years of getting along with each other made Sorog know his brothers well.
Garos doesn't seem to have much ambition. He always focuses on improving his own strength and leads a peaceful and fulfilling life.
But as Psionicist, Sorog can vaguely sense that beneath Red Iron Dragon's calm appearance, there is a raging fire that can burn the world.
Iron Dragon longs to build Dragonkin Realm, but he also understands that no matter how magnificent a country is, it will eventually collapse.
And his brother's true pursuit deep in his heart is Eternal Realm's life, a status comparable to that of a god, and Immortal Realm that transcends the stars.
"I might as well have a White Tiger?"
Snake Woman looked at Ferocious Tiger who was tearing apart the body of a giant python with his claws, and said in surprise, not quite believing it.
Iron Dragon Sorog sneered and said, "Of course, he has long been out of vulgar taste. His will is like steel, indestructible. Snake Woman like you, he will only look down upon."