Garos's dragon wings whipped up strong winds and roared in, and the clouds above Crescent Moon Valley rolled like boiling water.
As soon as his shadow passed over the bonfire at the bottom of the valley, the entire wolf pack boiled like a pool of ignited oil.
"Dragon Lord! Master Dragon Lord is back!"
The old Werewolf, who had half of his ear cut off, suddenly stood up and slapped his chest with his front paws, making a muffled sound like a drum.
This sound seemed to open a certain gate, and more and more Werewolfs came out, some with unfinished bones in their mouths, and some even had no time to take off the protective claws they wore when sleeping.
Those Werewolf cubs that were sleeping in the nest were awakened.
They didn't understand why all the elders rushed out, howling almost to the sky, and then, driven by curiosity, they also went out together.
Amidst the howling of the wolves, Garos converged its wings and landed on an open space in the middle of the New Moon Clan.
He noticed that there were several newly grown wolf cubs crowded in the front, their eyes widened.
These little guys have obviously never seen themselves. They are trying to stand on tiptoe to see what the legendary Dragon Lord looks like. One of them is particularly brave and even wants to climb to the roof, but is slapped back into the nest by the mother Werewolf.
"Six years and four months!"
The voice of Russell came.
The chief's mane has turned a little white, but his posture when running is still strong. He passed through the wolves and was the first to appear in front of Garos. He knelt down and said, "I know you will come back. Howling Moon Clan is waiting for your return."
At the same time, old Shaman was helped out of the stone house by Frost Fang and walked towards him with a staggering step.
Garos looked at the old Werewolf, whose hair was almost completely gray and who had few teeth left in his mouth, and couldn't help but be slightly startled.
He remembered the first time he saw old Shaman. Although this Werewolf was old, his steps were steady and he still had plenty of energy, but now he looked like he might die at any time.
These past six years.
For Dragonkin, it is just a blink of an eye, a time of deep sleep.
But for a species with a lifespan of only fifty or sixty years, it is already a long time.
"You're getting stronger."
Old Shaman said respectfully, "One day, your dragon wings will cover the entire Ser Wilderness and you will become an unparalleled dragon."
It broke away from Frost Fang's support, its body was trembling, its movements were slow, and it wanted to kneel down to express its loyalty.
Garos lowered his eyes and looked at old Shaman. The huge dragon wings stretched out flexibly to resist its body.
"No need to kneel."
He said bluntly, "You seem to be dying."
"Thank you for your mercy." Old Shaman squinted his eyes and said, "Werewolf's life is short, please understand."
After a pause, it said, "I can no longer serve you, but I have chosen a suitable successor. It is very smart and will use Shaman's knowledge to serve you on my behalf. Howling Moon Clan will also follow you for generations."
With the lifespan of Dragonkin, if it does not die midway, or Howling Moon Clan does not die midway, we will always follow it.
They will replace dozens of generations of clan members under the dragon wings of Garos.
The young Shaman and the female Werewolf Frost Fang had no fear on their faces. Instead, they were full of curiosity and awe towards the dragon.
It knelt down on the ground instead of the elder.
It pressed its forehead deeply against Garos's dragon claws to express its loyalty and awe.
"By Ancestor Spirit, Howling Moon Clan will be the claws and fangs under the dragon's wings for generations to come. Your enemies will be torn apart by us, and your territory will be protected by us until the last cub stops breathing."
Garos nodded gently. "I accept your loyalty, get up."
Frost Fang stood up and carefully supported old Shaman again.
Seeing the appearance of old Shaman, Garos suddenly thought that although Dragonkin is an immortal species, it is not Immortal Realm and will one day reach the end of its lifespan.
Only in thousands of years has it become powerful to a certain extent.
Only by transforming life into Immortal Life can we get rid of the shackles of life span.
And this is also one of the goals of Garos.
He doesn't want to become like the old Shaman one day.
With Dragonkin's special physique, getting older will not make Dragonkin weaker, but when Dragonkin reaches a certain age, he will inevitably enter the "twilight" state.
Just like Dragon Sleep, Dragonkin will be particularly sleepy.
The dying dragon will also feel tired from its soul and want to sleep. However, in this state, if it really falls asleep, it will never wake up.
Eternal Realm's sleep is the normal death of the dragon.
It is worth mentioning that if Primordial Dragon can withstand the effects of aging and "battle" with itself, it will continue to survive until it becomes Primeval Dragon. It will escape from aging and transform into Immortal Life, stepping onto Immortal Path and getting rid of the shackles of lifespan.
Every Primeval Dragon is the top limit in the world.
Under Deity, there is no creature more powerful than Primeval Dragon.
Every dragon has the ultimate goal of becoming Primeval Dragon.
As for being on par with Dragon God, this is too far away. No matter how proud and arrogant a dragon is, he will not set such an unattainable goal.
Garos calmed down his emotions and glanced at the Werewolf group.
Frost Fang's oath echoed in the air, and there was a sudden commotion among the wolves.
Mane Fire pushed aside the tribesmen who were blocking the front, and, surrounded by several confidants, strode to the center of the open space. Its red mane was particularly dazzling in the night, like a wildfire that refused to be extinguished.
"Dragon Lord-sama!"
Mane Fire raised his voice and said, "Since you are back, why not be a witness for me--"
It suddenly turned to Russell, with its fangs exposed. "I want to challenge this old guy's position as chief!"
The commotion among the wolves was even greater.
Old Shaman's paws clenched the bone staff tightly, his knuckles turned white, Frost Fang's ears stood up alertly, and his neck hair exploded slightly.
Garos narrowed his eyes slightly and calmly looked at the strange young Werewolf.
Although Mane Fire calls himself Dragon Lord, there is not much awe in his eyes.
It walked up to him and did not kneel down respectfully. Instead, it stood with its chest straight and its tail raised high, maintaining a highly confident stance.
"You must not be rude and impudent in front of Dragon Lord! Mane Fire, kneel down!"
Russell looked angry and said in a deep voice, then looked at Garos and said respectfully, "Please forgive this reckless Werewolf. He is young and rude and does not know respect and awe."
Mane Fire grinned and said directly on behalf of Garos: "Dragon Lord won't care about these trivial matters."
"Russell, stop being pretentious. Are you afraid of accepting my challenge? Then just admit defeat and give me the position of chief."
It exposed its fangs and flashed with a cold light.
"Traditionally, the challenge takes place on a full moon night."
Russell glanced at Garos and saw that Garos didn't say anything to stop him, so he said.
"Fuck the tradition!" Mane Fire interrupted rudely, "Don't you always say that Dragon Lord's will is above all else?"
It turned to Garos and showed an exaggerated smile, "Great Dragon Lord, you must also want to see who is the real strong one, right?"
It used the honorific title Garos, but Garos still didn't feel awe from it.
And.
Try to figure out his thoughts directly and speak for him in a self-righteous way.
This makes Garos unhappy.
Have you ever been a dragon? Just take it for granted.
Garos stared at this young Werewolf.
He spoke slowly and said unhurriedly, "You mean, you are a truly strong person?"
"Of course!"
Mane Fire straightened his chest and said.
What a shameless statement.
Strong? Garos rarely thinks of himself as strong. He always thinks that he is weak and cannot be arrogant and arrogant. Therefore, when facing various events, he can respond more cautiously and avoid risks.
Now, a tiny Werewolf directly calls himself the strong one in front of Garos.
This made him feel a little funny and a little confused.
Where does its confidence come from? It doesn't have the talent of Dragonkin, but it has the arrogance of Dragonkin?
Maybe there is some support and confidence.