The dazzling light gradually dissipated, and smoke filled the air.
Red-Iron Dragon lowered his head, his eyes without any emotion slowly scanning the surface.
Blackstone Wasteland seems to have been gnawed by some kind of giant beast, and is full of densely packed huge potholes. The rocks on the edge have melted and solidified under high temperature, forming a layer of glass-like material, which is still emitting green smoke at this moment.
Orc Legion's array no longer exists.
The formation that was originally surging like a dark green tide, now only scattered fragments are left scattered on the charred land, like shallow depressions on the ground that are not worth mentioning after a heavy rain, and they no longer show half of their previous power.
Orc's roars, prayers, roars and other sounds have also disappeared.
At this moment, the sound of gravel rolling down came from a deep pit.
A figure soared into the sky from it.
He looked completely different from before.
The skin was covered with charred marks, and the flesh was ripped open in some places, revealing the dark red muscle fibers that were still trembling slightly underneath. The left arm hung by his side at an abnormal angle, and the bones were obviously broken, with only a few strands of tendons still barely connected.
The most shocking thing is his face.
One eye was completely blinded in the explosion just now, leaving only a bloody hole, and the surrounding skin showed a charred black color. The other eye was intact, and it was burning with almost crazy anger at the moment.
It is the existence of Destiny Rank that prepares for this attack.
Scarlet War Chieftain, Baroum.
Kantum Empire is a union of Orc tribes. This huge military group is built on a common belief.
Bloodskull, Broken Bones, Blacktooth, these are the three most powerful tribes in the Kantum Empire, each of them has "Fist of Baguchu", which is Cantum Saint Realm at the Demigod level.
Each of the three Saint Realm has its own name.
Red Tide Chosen, Broken Bone Chieftain, Bone-Chewing Holy Fang.
Among them, Broken Bone Chieftain has fallen.
He died under the joint attack of Nausir Immortal One and Elven Moon.
Among the remaining two Demigod Saint Realm, Red Tide Chosen of the Blood Skull Tribe is the most respected.
The initiators of the recent large-scale wars are none other than Greater Bloodskull Tribe. They are like hungry wolves, devouring all those who dare to resist.
Baroum is one of Destiny War Chieftain from the Blood Skull Tribe, known as Scarlet War Chieftain.
"Red Emperor Pale Star!"
A roar sounded from deep in his throat, accompanied by blood foam and broken teeth.
Baroum raised his head and stared at the figure in the sky with his remaining eyes.
Red Iron Dragon stands vertically, hovering high in the sky.
The flames around him had turned into a deep black-red color, flowing slowly on his body like streams meandering down the ravines of the scales.
This kind of calmness is completely different from the violence that destroyed everything just now.
The giant dragon looked down at Scarlet War Chieftain, with no unnecessary emotion visible on his faceplate.
It seems that in his eyes, there is no essential difference between this Destiny Rank existence, which has made countless enemies frightened, and other creatures.
Scarlet War Chieftain glared at the dragon, his chest heaving violently.
Buzz!
Bloody energy emanated from his body, like burning mist seeping from every crack in his skin.
These energies were re-interwoven to form Destiny Domain, which condensed into a bloody scorching sun around him.
He was indeed injured by the Dragon Aura Bomb just now, but Destiny Rank is Destiny Rank after all.
Even if he is not a dragon or Giant who is famous for his strong life, a strong person at this level will not die easily. Scarlet War Chieftain's injury does not seem to be light, but for him, it is far from a serious injury.
Immediately, he raised his right arm high.
Buzz!
Blood-red flames ignited in the palm of the hand, shaping and condensing inch by inch, and turned into a battle ax again.
He pointed his battle ax at Red Iron Dragon in the sky, and the muscles in his arms tensed with force.
"For Cantum!"
Amidst the roar, the battle ax struck out a bloody arc and slashed towards the dragon's head.
The blow gathered his strength and simmering anger.
The blood-colored arc shot through the sky and continued to expand as it flew. It quickly expanded from the first few meters wide into a giant blade across the sky. The speed was astonishingly fast. Wherever it passed, it seemed to split the sky in half.
Red Iron Dragon face does not change color.
He waved his wings slightly, and his huge body moved sideways for a distance with an agility completely disproportionate to his size, allowing the bloody arc of light to pass by his side.
The attack failed.
The bloody arc continued unabated and continued to climb high into the sky, eventually leaving a huge tear mark between the clouds. The white cumulus clouds were split from it, and the tear could not be healed for a long time.
Garos's current physical condition has returned to a relatively balanced state.
This body was reshaped through his own training.
The high agility characteristics of Sky-Rending Form have been retained to a considerable extent. Although the body structure has inevitably been somewhat weakened due to the transformation from Sky-Rending Form to the current form, overall, his reaction speed and mobility are much stronger than before.
Unless he doesn't want to avoid it himself.
Otherwise, such an attack has almost no chance of hitting him.
Red Iron Dragon narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Orc.
He asked, "Look at the scorched earth, why does your god not care about you?"
Scarlet War Chieftain was slightly startled at first, and then became furious.
"Dare to despise and blaspheme the great Bagchu!"
"Dragon, you will pay dearly for your offense!"
He clearly saw the contempt in the dragon's eyes.
Anger surged in his heart, almost swallowing his reason.
Baroum was about to rush towards Red Iron Dragon subconsciously, but just at the moment when his muscles tightened, his movement stopped abruptly and stopped abruptly.
He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, and his eyes quickly scanned the ground.
The charred land was still smoking, filled with Shatter weapons and fallen warriors. The once brave Orc warriors now looked like crops that had been destroyed by the storm.
Ruins, scorched earth, remnants of the army.
The legion has been routed.
No matter how brave and fearless the Orc are, after suffering such a devastating blow, the morale of the survivors has also become low. At this moment, they are trying to gather their formation under the command of some leaders, but their movements are slow and chaotic, and they have obviously not recovered from the blow just now.
There is no point in continuing to fight.
The key is that the teachings of Beast of Valor echoed in his mind.
The strong must oppress the weak, and power is truth.
Baroum raised his head and stared at the giant dragon in the sky.
He realized that the party representing power at this moment was not him.
If he continues to fight, he will only be crushed as a weakling, just like he has crushed countless enemies before.
Eight years ago, a Destiny Rank chief of the Blacktooth Tribe died under the claws of this giant dragon.
Baroum knows about this matter.
Although that battle was mainly due to the fact that a Nausir Destiny Rank and Red Emperor besieged Chief Blacktooth at the same time, in any case, it was possible to kill a Destiny Rank chief in a short time without even having a chance to escape. This fully demonstrated the power of Red Emperor.
This giant dragon's official rating is Crown Rank, but its actual combat power is completely equivalent to that of a Destiny Dragon.
"I'm no match for him."
Baroum quickly judged in his mind, "Only when the chief takes action can he fight head-on. Only when Saint Realm takes action can he be killed safely, but the Nausir side will not sit idly by. Their Destiny Rank and Immortal Realm may arrive at any time."
Can stand out from countless Orc and sit in the position of the Greater Bloodskull Tribe chief.
Baroum naturally doesn't just know how to act recklessly.
His way of thinking is similar to that of some red dragons.
He usually advocates violence and prefers to solve problems in the simplest and most direct way. He will never say a word about things that can be solved with fists.
But when it came to the really critical moment, he also had the quick wit to catch himself on the edge of Rage in time.
"Retreat!"
"Those who are still alive, assemble and retreat!"
He suppressed the thought of fighting Red Iron Dragon and issued the order loudly.
Hearing the leader's voice, the remaining Orc soldiers immediately stopped their chaotic movements, like a pack of wolves that had found their direction, and obeyed the order and began to withdraw.
Scarlet War Chieftain glanced at Garos for the last time, the burning anger in his eyes was not extinguished, but was suppressed by reason in the depths of his pupils. He knew that today was not the time for a decisive battle, but he would remember this humiliation.
"Intervening in the Kantum Empire's war will be the worst decision you have ever made."
He said a harsh word.
After saying that, Scarlet War Chieftain turned around without hesitation, and the remnants of Orc followed him, like a pack of injured wolves, dragging their tails and slowly disappearing on the horizon of Blackstone Wasteland.
Garos did not pursue.
He was suspended high in the air, watching the departure of the remaining Orc army.
For him, his battle is over.
He accepted Nausir Empire's commission and contributed to repelling the Orc army in this battle. This was enough.
Insisting on fighting a Destiny Rank strong man to the death, or chasing down the remnants of the retreating army, has no practical meaning for him, and will only add unnecessary risks.
Whoosh!
A moon-white figure came through the sky at an extremely fast speed, leaving a faint trace of light in the sky.
The visitor stopped in front of Garos.
It was a Elf woman, slender and well-proportioned.
She wore a set of moon-white light armor, with layers of armor covering her torso and limbs like scales. There were no unnecessary decorations. Under the light armor was a dark green tights that wrapped her arms and neck, outlining smooth muscle lines. There was a long bow and square shield slung on her back, and a one-handed sword hung on the left side of her waist.
Red Iron Dragon tilted his huge head and lowered his eyes to look at Elf.
She has a delicate face and a light expression. Her golden hair is tied into a long braid and hangs down her head, revealing her long pointed ears. Her eyes are gray Blue Dragon, with a light silver halo around her pupils.
Elarian, Destiny Rank of Elf family exist.
There is a lot of information about the powerful Destiny Rank in Aura Intelligence Network, and there are also many records about her. Garos has seen her file before, but the two have not had much intersection before. Today is the first official meeting.
"The Orc army has been defeated, and Scarlet Chieftain of the Blood Skull Tribe has been injured."
Elf Gray Blue Dragon's eyes looked towards the direction where Orc's remnant army disappeared, and then turned back to look at Garos, "Let's pursue together now, we can kill Scarlet Chieftain and annihilate this army."
Garos did not respond immediately.
He seemed to think seriously for a few seconds, then shook his head slightly.
"There is no point in pursuing."
He said, "It's just a remnant army. It's not worth the risk."
Elf frowned slightly, "Scarlet War Chieftain is one of the Blood Skull Tribe's sharpest battle axes. Once the news of his death is sent back to Cantum, it will cause a huge shock among the tribes. If he is killed, or at least severely injured, Greater Bloodskull Tribe will be unable to launch a large-scale war for at least three years."
"This is a rare opportunity, and such an opportunity will not come easily twice."
Red Iron Dragon nodded.
"I know, but the explosion just now was not without cost. I am very weak now."
Elarian was silent.
Her eyes slowly passed over the giant dragon, from the visor to the tip of the tail, then from the tip of the tail back to the visor, and finally looked at the pair of deep vertical pupils.
"You look unharmed."
Elf looked suspicious and said, "Are you really weak now? Why do I feel that the explosion just now did not consume you at all? I can see that your posture is calm and your breathing is very stable, without violent fluctuations."
Red Iron Dragon face does not change color.
"I can tolerate weakness better."
"Not only that, I am also good at disguising a strong aura to scare the enemy. This is one of the survival skills."
Hearing these words, Elf couldn't help but look at Red Iron Dragon again.
As far as the eye can see, the majestic body almost fills the entire field of vision, like a volcano that may erupt at any time.
Even she felt a sense of oppression that could not be ignored.
In this way, you are telling me just to scare the enemy?
Elf had no choice but to say, "In this case, we can only give up this opportunity."
As for whether Garos is weak or not, only he himself knows.
After confirming not to pursue, Elarian also relaxed, and the moon-white halo around him became shallow, no longer as solid as before.
She adjusted her posture slightly to keep a distance more suitable for conversation between herself and the dragon.
"I've heard of Red Emperor Pale Star's name a long time ago."
She said in a normal chat tone, "Those rumors came from Atlant, each one is more exaggerated than the last."
"But now that I have seen it with my own eyes, I know that those rumors were actually modest. In this kind of legion-level war, the destructive power you just exerted exceeded all Destiny Rank I have ever seen."
"That kind of destruction is like the falling of stars, like the scorching sun passing over the earth."
"Below Saint Realm and Immortal Realm, no one can compare."
Saint Realm is a category name for the existence of Demigod.
Elf people like to use this word.
"It's overrated." Garos said, "Each has its own strengths. Moonshadow Warden's sniper and guerrilla skills are no less valuable than mine on specific battlefields."
"The outcome of a war is never determined by sheer destructive power alone."
Elarian tilted his head slightly, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
"Do you know anything about me?"
she asked.
Garos said, "All Destiny Rank's information, um, or in other words, I will inquire about the information about the creatures that have a probability of coming into contact with me and that can affect me."
"This is a necessary thing."
Only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you be victorious in every battle.
This principle applies to any form of confrontation.
All the famous Destiny Rank experts are collected in the Aura intelligence network.
"Watcher of Elarian, Emerald Woodland."
"The most widely circulated titles of Destiny Rank are Moonshadow Warden" and Silver-White Arrow. With Ranger as the main path, he is a part-time warrior and knight, and also practices prophecy spells. His fighting style favors Weak Point Strike rather than frontal suppression. He is good at launching attacks from the most unexpected angles at the enemy's most vulnerable moments."
He paused and continued, "It is said that as long as you are properly prepared, Silver-White Arrow can kill the same level Destiny Rank with one arrow."
"Of course, these are just rumors. I have never seen it with my own eyes."
Elf After listening, he fell silent again.
In the impression of the world, giant dragons are always arrogant and look down on other races.
They often believe that their scales are stronger than any armor, their claws are sharper than any weapons, and their wisdom is deeper than any living creature.
Although other races always use this point to attack the dragon, in the eyes of knowledgeable intelligent creatures, the more arrogant the dragon, the better.
After all, Dragonkin will always destroy himself because of his arrogance.
Most of those extremely powerful dragons in history eventually fell under their own arrogance. They underestimated the power of "ants" in their eyes.
The so-called stereotypes become stereotypes because there are too many similar examples repeated over and over again.
There are only a few cases like Garos.
Elarian couldn't help but think, if every Dragonkin would be like him.
By patiently and carefully understanding every existence that may affect them, this race is probably still firmly in the hegemony of the world, instead of gradually declining as it is now.
"Orc's attack failed and it will be quiet for a while recently."
Elarian gathered his thoughts and returned to the topic, "If there are no accidents, this war will be led by me. I hope you can arrange some time. Some strategies to deal with Orc need to be discussed in detail."
Garos said, "It's not too late, let's do it now."
Elf shook his head slightly.
"It's too early to talk now."
She said, "Cantum and Saint Realm have been silent for too long, which is not in line with their style."
"Red Tide Chosen and Bone-Chewing Holy Fang are both active and violent characters. In the past, they would take action before every war, either issuing orders or showing up in person to boost morale. But this time, they are unusually quiet."
Speaking of this, her brows wrinkled slightly, and a trace of worry flashed in her eyes.
"After predictions and speculations, the Empire can conclude that they are preparing an unusual attack."
"Like an undercurrent under deep water, the surface is calm and calm, but a whirlpool large enough to swallow ships has formed below. They cannot continue to prepare calmly, so the empire decided to send more strong men to the front line to counterattack the land occupied by Cantum."
She looked at Garos.
"After some time, when all the orders are issued and the generals and strong men gather together, we will discuss strategy. Then you will see the full picture of this war and understand how determined the empire is."
No wonder it has been delayed for eight years and now it suddenly and decisively agreed to the commission.
Nausir attaches great importance to this war.
Red Iron Dragon's eyes showed deep thought.
The commission contract with Nausir only requires him to participate in this battle and stand in the Nausir camp. He will be given a meteorite as a deposit in advance, and after the war is over, no matter whether he wins or loses, more than one meteorite will be given to him.
In addition, there is no Destiny Rank strongman that requires him to kill the enemy.
The conditions are very relaxed.
He can fish in troubled waters and complete the commission without any real risks. He only needs to show up on the battlefield, launch a few long-range attacks, and then retreat to a safe distance and wait for the war to end.
Kantum Empire is not weak.
Those Orc are upright and brutal, and their memory of hatred is deeper than most races.
If he kills too many Orc Legendary Realm, or continuously provokes Saint Realm's majesty, even if Orc pays more attention to Elf, there is still a high chance that he will taste Saint Realm's iron fist.
But if you paddle the whole way...
New problems will follow.
In order to express their sincerity, Elf gave loose contract contents.
But if he really acts as a faggot, vacillating on the battlefield and failing to do his job, Nausir will definitely settle the score afterwards.
These Elfs did not build their empire on kindness and tolerance.
What they also have is Ironblood means.
Garos Currently has no idea of provoking multiple empires at the same time.
"Risks and benefits coexist, it depends on how you choose at the critical moment."
"Let's adapt accordingly depending on the progress of the war."
He thought in his heart.
For now, considering that he and Cantum are already on opposite sides, he is more inclined to establish a foothold on the side of the Nausir camp and take this war seriously.
But if the situation is too dangerous, he will not be stupid enough to work for Nausir.
When the time comes, he will have his own judgment.
"This is your deposit."
Elarian took out a colorless and transparent cube and handed it to Garos.
A shrunken meteorite can be vaguely seen inside the cube, with crazy lines flowing on its surface, like sealed anger.
Red Iron Dragon took it and played with it in his paws.
He was surprised to find that the cube turned out to be a solid piece of space.
The surface was smooth and cold, but its weight made him feel slightly heavy.
Seeing this, Elarian introduced, "This is a space blocking technology we developed for Rage Meteorite."
"The curse carried by the meteorite itself will continue to spread outward, contaminating the surrounding land and creatures. This space blockade can isolate the spread of the curse and completely confine it in an independent Space Crystal."
"Others who want to open it will need to discern complex cryptographic runes."
"But...
She glanced at Red Iron Dragon's claws, her gaze lingering on the glowing claw tips for a moment.
"You don't need to bother, you can just crush it and the meteorites inside will fall out naturally."
Apparently, she knows something about Spell-Annihilating Claw from Garos.
Garos put the cube away and said to Elf, "Orc is temporarily repulsed. I still have an appointment with Greenwild Queen, so I won't stay here for a long time."
"If war breaks out again, or if we need to discuss strategy, I will be there as soon as possible."
Elarian nodded lightly. "Greenwild Queen is also our ally."
As she spoke, a glimmer of curiosity appeared in her eyes.
"You two seem to have a good relationship?"
"I heard that Giant King was killed by you because he offended Greenwild Queen. There seems to be a story worth telling behind it. In Nausir, such a story will be made into a ballad and sung by Bard under the moonlight."
Red Iron Dragon glanced at Elf and asked, "Are you very interested in our Dragonkin's social life?"
Elarian smiled slightly.
"All Elf yearn for beautiful things and moving emotions. Even if you already have a beloved partner, even if you have lived for thousands of years, you will never forget this original intention."
"When we hear other romantic stories, we still feel relished, just like the dry land longing for the moisture of rain."
"It's our nature."
"That will disappoint you." Red Iron Dragon said flatly, "There is no romance between us Dragonkin."
"Is this really the case? I don't believe it."
Elf shook his head and said, "I have seen too many creatures who claim to have no emotions but are deeply trapped in them. Under those hard outer armor, there are often soft and sensitive hearts hidden."
At this point, she stopped and said no more.
Elf knows when enough is enough.
At this moment, a whisper sounded in Garos's mind, the voice was soft, like the spring breeze blowing through the young leaves.
"Garos, are you finished over there?"
It's Seroel.
Through Mind Pathway's skills, Garos has established a spiritual connection with her, making communication easier.
"Well, it's over, Orcs are temporarily retreating."
Garos responded in consciousness.
"That's good."
"Since you have nothing to do, come to my place first. I have reserved a place for you, suitable for a big guy like you."
A location coordinate located in the hinterland of the Greenwild Kingdom was transmitted along with her whisper.
Red Iron Dragon looked at Elarian and nodded to him as a farewell.
Immediately, he raised his right paw and used his Tear Space Teleportation. The sharp claw moved downwards, and a huge crack was torn open.
The dragon stepped into the chasm.
The other end of the crack is in the hinterland of the Greenwild Kingdom.
Red Iron Dragon passed through it, and the gap in space behind him quickly closed.
What you see is a sea of flowers.
Flowers of different colors spread all over the mountains and plains, stretching from the feet to the gentle slope in the distance, and then over the top of the slope disappearing out of sight.
Red is like fire, yellow is like gold, purple is like dusk, white is like snow...
Colorful purples and reds covered the entire field of vision, as if someone had broken a whole rainbow and scattered it on the ground. The air was filled with the fragrant fragrance of flowers, mixed with the smell of earth and grass.
Red Iron Dragon landed on a relatively flat slope.
With his wings folded at his side and his tail trailing behind him, he inadvertently swept through a flower bush, and many petals were swept off.
"You stepped on my flower."
The sound came from the flowers on the left.
Red Iron Dragon turned his head and looked.
Green Dragon slowly walked out of the sea of flowers. The dragon scales glowed with a warm luster in the sun, like crystal emeralds.
"I planted all the flowers here myself."
She said slowly, "I planted the seeds for each plant with my own hands. Watching them sprout, branch, and bloom took a lot of my free time and a lot of thought."
"For what?"
Garos asked doubtfully, "Planting flowers seems to have no practical significance to you."
Seroel tilted his head slightly and looked at Red Iron Dragon: "For the majestic emperor to smile."
Her voice paused slightly, and she said with a smile, "I saw it in a short story written by Elf."
"It says that not only females like beautiful and bright things, but many males also like them, but no one would think of giving them flowers. They are expected to only like steel and fire, swords and war."
"But in fact, maybe they also like flowers."
"How's it going? Do you like it?"
"This entire sea of flowers is for you."
Hearing the last sentence, Red Iron Dragon raised the corners of his mouth slightly, grinning to reveal his staggered sharp teeth, and couldn't help laughing, which made the surrounding flowers sway in the breeze.