"Betrayal! Lowly creatures! You dare betray me!"
The Cliff Serpent Dragon let out a shrill roar and spewed poisonous mist at the old Shaman. The phantom Giant Wolf wrapped around the old Shaman's body leaped nimbly, narrowly avoiding the Cliff Serpent Dragon's poison mist.
"Mighty dragon, please slay the Evil Snake for us!"
"You shall gain the friendship of the Howling Moon Clan, as well as the Howling Moon Clan's reverence and tribute!"
The old Shaman threw back his head and shouted.
Hearing this, although Garos still could not determine the strange relationship between the clan and the Serpent Dragon, he was certain that the two sides were not united.
That made things easier.
The Cliff Serpent Dragon was severely wounded and weakening. Other than its Death Curse, it posed almost no threat.
Garos folded his wings and stopped circling high in the air. Under the tense, frightened gazes of the Werewolves, he dove straight down and landed with a thunderous crash.
Whoosh!
He opened his mouth and breathed out a dense stream of white gas, like smoke, toward the Cliff Serpent Dragon.
—Hypnotic Breath!
The Cliff Serpent Dragon tried to dodge, but its sluggish movements prevented it from escaping.
However, when the Hypnotic Breath landed on the Cliff Serpent Dragon, it failed to take effect and did not send it into a hypnotic state.
Cliff Serpent Dragons possessed extremely high resistance to curses, paralysis, and sleep—even greater than their resistance to fire. An Iron Dragon's Hypnotic Breath had only average effect on it.
"Serpent Dragon, submit to me, and I will give you a chance to live."
Since the Hypnotic Breath was ineffective, Garos did not rush to kill it. Staring at the Cliff Serpent Dragon, he spoke in a deep voice.
A creature like the Cliff Serpent Dragon