The rainy season in Ser Wilderness is coming to an end, but the wind and snow in Borderlands seem to never end.
The cold north wind stirred up dense snowflakes, flying wildly under the leaden sky, casting a dense and heavy white curtain over the entire Borderlands, making the world a vast expanse.
Phew!
A red meteor suddenly pierced the white sky and earth, tore through the wind and snow at an incredible speed, and drew a scorching trajectory in the sky.
On the ground, some sentry guards noticed this amazing celestial phenomenon.
They were shocked and nervous at first, but then, a widely circulated statement came to mind, and their eyes quickly turned into deep awe and admiration.
In today's Borderlands, many new generations of Molten Iron Kin have never seen their king with their own eyes.
However, there is one legend that is deeply rooted in people's hearts.
When you see the mysterious red meteor tearing through the sky, it means that Molten Iron King has arrived.
At this time, Garos was waving its wings almost at extreme speed.
The surrounding scenery has turned into blurred spots in his eyes, and in his ears he can hear the continuous explosions and sharp whistling caused by the violent tearing of the air.
His eyes were covered with dense bloodshot eyes. Although his expression remained calm, his heart was filled with uncontrollable irritability and violence.
The burning sensation of Frenzied Flame never stops.
The previous suppression on the battlefield only temporarily suppressed the flame, but instead of weakening its power, this forced suppression was like blocking the crater of a volcano, causing internal pressure to accumulate and become more intense.
"Where does this flame come from? It is much more powerful than Death Curse of Lich."
Garos shook his heavy head, trying to sort out the origin of Frenzied Flame in his chaotic thoughts.
However, at this moment, his mind was like a mess, his mind was filled with the noise of Rage, and he was unable to think effectively at all. He simply put this problem behind him for the time being, and then explored it again when he felt calm.
Now, thinking is not a priority.
"I need to destroy something, I need to vent."
This thought occupied his mind uncontrollably.
For a moment, he had a slight understanding of the crazy and destructive behavior of Red Dragon Gorsas in the past.
Anger is like a raging tide, constantly blocked and eventually bursting.
Forcibly suppressing it all the time will only allow it to completely break down the dam of reason at a certain critical point. By then, even he himself cannot predict what terrible things he will do.
When anger accumulates to a certain level, it must be released in a controlled manner before entering the cycle of suppression and adaptation again.
This can buy him time to gradually adapt to Frenzied Flame.
"If I ultimately cannot control the negative impact of this Frenzied Flame, then even if I kill Gorsas, Mad King will not really die."
Red Iron Dragon took a deep breath of air and thought to himself, "He will be reborn in me, and I will become the new Mad King."
This thought made him more determined to adapt to driving Frenzied Flame.
As time went by, the blood in his eyes became more and more intense, almost bleeding.
Under the heat of violence and irritability, Garos tried hard to maintain a sense of clarity and quickly determined the current goal of venting.
A few minutes later.
Looking down from a high altitude, the vast Fertile Plain has been completely covered with snow, presenting a snow-covered scenery.
However, in this pure snow-white picture, there is an ugly crack that stubbornly remains like a scar on the earth.
No matter how heavy the snow falls, it cannot completely cover it up. Instead, all the wind and snow close to the crack are distorted and assimilated by an invisible force, and are dyed with a similar dark tone.
--Abyssal Rift.
Surrounding the portal to Chaos Abyss, sentries with ferocious Alchemical Heavy Cannon stand like a steel forest. Elite warriors, tall Ogre, cold Steel Golem, agile Snake-man warriors... all kinds of molten iron tribe guards are patrolling the surroundings closely.
Different from guards elsewhere.
Most of the warriors here have some black and purple magic patterns imprinted on their bodies, and their whole bodies exude a unique aura that is a mixture of coldness and power.
These are Demonized Guards.
They have been engaged in the most brutal fight with Abyss Demon at the edge of the rift all year round. Under the long-term infiltration of the ubiquitous breath of Abyss and the splashing blood of Demon, some of the guards' bodies have undergone irreversible changes.
Individuals who were unable to withstand the mutation and lost control have been eliminated.
Those who remain today are all elites who have fought as hard as a rock and whose strength far exceeds their peers.
They may not be many in number, but they have become Molten Iron Tribe's hidden force. If they are put on the battlefield in future wars, they will definitely bring unexpected surprises to the enemy.
The Kin Leader stationed here is Half-Blood Centaur Elvie.
She had just commanded to repel a small wave of Magic Tide, and was quietly wiping the warm blood of Demon on her long sword. Her beautiful and sacred face was covered with a layer of cold chilling air.
Under her feet were the corpses of Demon scattered everywhere.
The surrounding family members were skillfully and efficiently carrying out the work of cleaning up the battlefield. Everything seemed orderly, as if what had just ended was just a daily drill.
However, at this moment.
The ground beneath my feet once again felt a familiar tremor.
Elvie's gaze suddenly became as sharp as an eagle's, instantly locking the direction of the crack.
Noisy, chaotic, malicious roars and roars surged out from it.
The mist-like aura of Abyss surged violently, and then, Demon figures with ferocious and twisted shapes and exuding evil aura appeared one after another, and Material Plane was squeezed into Material Plane continuously from the cracks.
As soon as they landed, they followed their evil instincts and launched a frantic charge around them.
One wave just subsides, and another wave rises again.
The guards had long been accustomed to this kind of intermittent Magic Tide impact and did not show the slightest panic.
Buzz buzz--!
The Alchemy Golem engines made of steel emitted a low roar.
The deep muzzles rotated in unison, locking the area around the crack coldly.
Just waiting for Demon to rush out of a safe distance to avoid the shelling from reaching the cracks, the deadly storm of artillery fire will wash the earth, and then Alchemy Golem and the molten iron guards will strangle them mercilessly.
However, just a moment before the first round of shelling was about to roar.
The red meteor that symbolized royal power tore through layers of wind and snow, falling from the sky like a punishment from heaven at a speed that exceeded the limit of human vision.
"All guards, stand back immediately!"
A dragon's roar as thick as thunder rolled across the earth.
After confirming that it was Molten Iron King who came in person, all the family members did not hesitate at all and immediately followed the order and quickly retreated away from their respective garrisoned areas, allowing those Demon to flow out like a tide.
But there was no tension on their faces. Instead, they were completely relaxed, as if all threats were not scary.
Boom!
The earth groaned in pain.
The terrifying shock wave enveloped the snow and spread violently around like a white tsunami.
Centered on the impact point of Red Iron Dragon, the surrounding ground instantly collapsed and cracked. Whether it was the weaker Quasit or the ferocious boss Demon, they were instantly transformed into splashes of minced meat and blood under the powerful impact.
This horrific scene did not scare away the confused Demon.
For these chaotic and evil creatures, death is not such a terrible thing.
Like an endless swarm of ants, they continue to swarm out of the cracks, stepping on the bones of their own kind, and rush crazily towards targets in the field that exude a powerful breath of life.
This scene was like a moth flying into a flame, making Garos feel a conflicting emotion in his heart.
On the one hand, he was furious that these ants dared to provoke him, but on the other hand, it was a kind of twisted joy. There were enough objects that could be destroyed arbitrarily to satisfy the catharsis he desperately needed at the moment.
He no longer did any suppression, letting the blood in his eyes shine as bright as magma, and the accumulated anger poured out like a flood that had found a breach.
His sharp claws tear the air, emitting a piercing scream, and each swing can cut off several Demons; his wings are like two indestructible giant blades, clearing a large area when stretched; every sweep of his dragon tail, as thick as a steel whip, can knock Demons away and smash them like a bowling ball.
Every part of his body has been turned into the most efficient killing weapon.
With him as the center, a radius of tens of meters turned into a death vortex, with broken limbs, Shatter's carapace, and smelly blood splashing everywhere, staining the white snow into a mess.
His huge body moved around.
Wherever it passed, Demon fell in pieces like harvested crops, and life was as cheap as grass.
"Dragon Lord's status... seems to be a little abnormal."
Elvie stared closely at the dragon shadow who was killing people in the Demon group. His first reaction was that he even doubted whether this was Garos himself.
But that unique fighting style cannot be faked.
It's just that the king at this moment seems more violent and cruel than ever before.
Moreover, the shocking and huge wounds on his body, some of which were still bleeding, also showed what a brutal battle he had experienced before.
Elvie I don't know the specific reason.
But she wisely led the guards to retreat, without any intention of asking or disturbing them.
Red Iron Dragon suddenly turned around quickly, stretched its dragon wings to the extreme and its dragon tail as tight as a full bow, and instantly swept across the battlefield, completely clearing the large area of Demon like mowing grass.
After killing so efficiently and cruelly for several minutes, his movements suddenly stopped.
It's not because the pent-up anger has been completely satisfied, but because everywhere you look is covered with a thick layer of Demon corpses. In a short period of time, there is no longer a living thing that can stand around.
"Not enough! Not nearly enough!"
Garos used its sharp claws to pull angrily at the huge head of Demon, pacing back and forth anxiously on the spot.
His blood-red eyes involuntarily looked at the guards waiting in the distance, especially the leader Elvie.
Once the anger is vented, if it does not reach a certain critical point, it will be more difficult to control than when it is completely suppressed.
Under the gaze of these blood eyes full of madness and desire for destruction, Elvie instantly felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave, as if the scythe of death had been placed on her neck.
There was only a pause.
Red Iron Dragon took a deep breath, forcibly turned his gaze, and focused on the Abyssal Rift that kept pouring out Demon!
He raised his head and let out a loud Heavenly Dragon groan, and opened his huge mouth.
Fiery Flame Thunder Breath poured out from his mouth and directly bombarded Abyssal Rift.
Rumble!
The violent explosions were deafening, thunder and flames danced wildly, and the earth continued to collapse and crack in the roar.
Abyssal Rift was torn and expanded inch by inch under the impact of Dragon Breath.
But this did not eliminate it. Instead, a stronger and more evil Abyss aura emerged from it.
Unless specific means are used, most crude attacks will only backfire and expand the rift.
And this is exactly the result expected by Garos, who is affected by Frenzied Flame at this moment.
More enemies, more fun killing!
As for the long-term trouble that this move may cause... with his stupid mind filled with Rage at the moment, he has no time to care about it.
Buzz buzz!
An even stronger tremor came from the ground again.
In the expanding cracks, the number of Demons that poured out suddenly increased, and their average strength increased significantly. Among them, there were many Life Level boss elites reaching level 15 or so.
"Material Plane! Ah! Delicious flesh and blood, delicious soul!"
The newly appeared strong Greater Demons roared with excitement.
But the next moment, a more violent and exciting roar of dragons completely overwhelmed their noise.
Red Iron Dragon is like a hungry tiger rushing into a flock of sheep.
With an attitude of unparalleled violence and seemingly never getting tired, he once again launched an even more Bloodshed massacre.
Although this wave of Demon is strong, there is still an insurmountable gap in front of the furious Garos.
It is worth noting that Garos still retains a trace of reason in Rage. He expanded the rift, but controlled the expansion within a certain range, and did not completely open the door to disaster.
"Escape! Escape back to Abyss!"
"Don't come here! This is a trap!"
"There is a Evil Dragon that is scarier than Demon! Material Plane is so scary!"
As time went by, the few Demon who had higher intelligence and understood what fear was were finally frightened by this one-sided massacre.
They abandoned their armor and rushed towards the crack crazily, just wanting to escape back to the relative safety of Abyss.
However, at this moment, a gust of evil wind swept through.
Red Iron Dragon The majestic and ferocious figure appeared at the edge of the crack quickly.
He was chewing a Drider leader that was still wailing sharply in his mouth. Facing the Demon who were trying to escape, he grinned a ferocious smile that was even more frightening than Abyss Demon.
"Since you're here, let's all stay."
He swallowed the almost crushed remains of Demon in his mouth and let out a low and suppressed roar.
Immediately, a new round of massacre took place again.
After a while, a river of blood flowed around the crack, and the broken Demon corpses piled up like a mountain.
Red Iron Dragon stood in the center of this mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. His stalwart body was covered with thick blood, and even the tiniest gaps in his scales were dripping with viscous liquid mixed with his own Dragon Blood and Demon blood.
At the same time.
The suffocating aura of violence and ferocity in his body began to slowly fade away like the tide.
As the pent-up anger was fully vented, the blood in Garos's eyes gradually dissipated, and his eyes regained their former clarity and depth.
Phew! Phew! Phew!
His chest heaved violently, his breathing was as heavy as a bellows, and a strong sense of fatigue and dizziness came over him.
"Damn... what did I just do?"
When Garos woke up, he recalled his previous behavior and felt that it was beyond stupid.
He had just experienced a fierce battle with Red Dragon Father Gorsas, and his physical condition was at an unprecedented low. Dragon Jade's energy was dim and in urgent need of replenishment.
Now, what he needs most is quiet rest and a large amount of high-quality energy intake to recover from his injuries and replenish his second life reserves.
Instead of dragging a broken body into such a useless battle that will only aggravate the injury.
Demon is not an ant that can be slaughtered by others. Their quantity and quality have made Garos's already serious injury worse. The most stupid thing is that in order to satisfy the desire to kill, he actively expanded Abyssal Rift. This is completely an act of drinking poison to quench thirst, and it is a decision that he would never make under normal circumstances.
If Abyss Demon is attracted to someone who is too powerful, given his current state, the consequences will be disastrous.
"Before fully adapting to Frenzied Flame, it is necessary to vent the accumulated anger regularly, but it must be done when you have more sense, otherwise you will do stupid things with endless consequences like this time."
Reason regained the upper hand, Garos quickly reflected and began to formulate countermeasures.
"I need an early warning mechanism to remind me when I am about to lose control. This may help me regain some rationality."
Taking advantage of this moment when he was relatively sober, his mind was running quickly and he planned strategies for himself to deal with the impact of Frenzied Flame.
In addition.
Regardless of whether Frenzied Flame has other effects, this characteristic alone can greatly interfere with reason and incite Rage. If it can be controlled and used for one's own purposes in the future, it may become a trump card for a surprise victory at certain specific moments.
"The more powerful the side effects are and the more difficult they are to control, the higher their potential value is. If I can fully adapt to and control them, the benefits I will gain will be far beyond imagination."
Garos took a deep breath and thought about the positive side.
At this time, Centaur Elvie cautiously came to Red Iron Dragon, bowed and saluted. "Dragon Lord, your state... seems to be a little abnormal."
"Excuse me, is there anything I can help you with?"
Garos looked at this family member and said solemnly, "What happened today is just the beginning."
"For some time in the future, I may come here from time to time to vent my uncontrollable violent anger."
"During this period, I may make some irrational actions, such as trying to expand the rift again."
"Elvie, your mission is to remind me in time when I am about to lose control."
"This is an extremely dangerous task, but I believe you can do it."
Garos noticed that Life Level of Elvie has reached level 17 and has extraordinary blood. Unless she loses control and activates Red Lotus Form, she should be able to withstand a blow without dying.
And even if he loses control, he instinctively will not easily use that ultimate form.
Elvie looked solemn, deeply aware of the arduous and important responsibility he shouldered.
"Please rest assured, Dragon Lord."
"I will do my best to live up to your trust."
she said.
Then, Garos briefly explained a few words, then vibrated his wings and flew in the direction of Dragon Valley.
He desperately needs energy replenishment and adequate rest at this moment.
On the other hand, the influence of Frenzied Flame is mainly on the mental level. Perhaps, the relaxing games with Red-Silver Dragon Deborah, or the fun of Fairy Dragon Vera can relieve his inner irritability to a certain extent.
At the same time as Garos flew towards Dragon Valley.
Distant Boiling Sea.
As a high-pitched and distant dragon roar sounded, a huge and closed domain gradually dissipated like a bubble, revealing the vast sea below and a large number of islands dotted on the sea.
Between the islands, there are rough waves and rapid undercurrents, creating a scene full of vitality and danger.
Raging Tide Dragon Realm--Metal Dragon's important territory under the jurisdiction of Bronze Dragon King.
At the same time, this is also the birthplace of Silver Dragon Aldrian and Copper Dragon Selina.
The closed period that lasted for decades finally ended, and groups of Metal Dragons soared freely between the sea and the sky with excitement, stretching their long-lost wings.
Many figures flew straight away from the Dragon Realm, eager to explore the changes in the outside world; there were also many figures who were still circling and flying in the airspace that Dragon Realm was familiar with, enjoying the freedom at this time.
However, the expressions of most Metal Dragon are not relaxed, on the contrary, they can even be called heavy.
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