History soaked in dragon blood and giant corpses had engraved hatred of giants into the inherited memories of every True Dragon.
Garos's inheritance likewise carried an innate hatred of giants.
However, after adapting over a long period, his powerful will was enough to control the effects of that instinct, preventing it from interfering with his rational judgment.
This expedition against the Mountain King was for the unification and practical interests of the Molten Iron Tribe, not merely to vent his hatred.
If the Mountain King and the giants under his command knew when to submit, Garos did not mind sparing their lives.
However, considering that giants had an equally deep-rooted instinctive hatred of Dragonkin, it was difficult to expect their genuine loyalty.
Garos would not grant any surrendering giants vassal status. If they wanted to live, they could only accept the identity of slaves and serve him under harsh supervision.
At that moment, a blue figure lightly beat its wings and arrived opposite the Red Iron Dragon.
It was the Blue Dragon Zolaya.
She raised her head slightly, exposing her slender neck and exquisitely crafted horns, which resembled works of art, as she gazed up at the Red Iron Dragon's majestic form.
The Blue Dragon Zolaya said, "My king... your Dragon Might grows stronger by the day. It makes my heart tremble."
"I believe that after this battle, you will ascend to the supreme throne of the wilderness and become the sole ruler of this land, its only king."
Her gaze was as soft as water, filled with undisguised admiration and worship.
Her voice seemed to carry a hook, plucking at the heartstrings of those who heard it.
The Red Iron Dragon looked directly into her eyes. Zolaya lowered her head slightly to avoid his direct gaze, looking somewhat embarrassed.