"I can see that you have a strong heart."
Garos stared at Mane Fire and said slowly and logically.
"You have a sharp eye!"
Mane Fire raised his chin and said.
Garos's wings stretched out, he stood up straight, his eyes became calm and dangerous, and his voice was low. "I have heard such a sentence."
"The strong draw their swords against the stronger, and the weak draw their swords against the weaker."
Mane Fire didn't understand the specific meaning of Garos. It nodded in agreement, tried to be respectful, and said, "It's really a wise saying."
Garos suddenly grinned.
"Since you agree, then challenge me and prove to me how powerful you are."
he said.
Mane Fire was slightly startled, looking at Garos's huge body, feeling the terrifying pressure coming from his body, his breathing was slightly suffocated, the smile on the wolf's face became a little forced, and he said, "You, you are joking."
Until then.
Only then did it realize that it seemed to have overstepped a bit just now, and restrained some of its arrogance.
Garos took a step forward and walked in front of Mane Fire. His strong body blocked the moonlight and cast a shadow that enveloped Mane Fire.
"So, what you just said was all a fool to me?"
His voice suddenly became cold, and he looked directly at Mane Fire, making the young Werewolf's hair all stand up.
Do you still dare to explode? Instead of kneeling down and begging for mercy.
"I don't dare, please forgive me."
Mane Fire knelt on the ground, lowered his head and said.
Garos said with an expressionless face, "I admire your courage. As long as you can leave a scar on me, even if you succeed in the challenge, I will give you the position of chief."
Mane Fire's eyes lit up and he stood up eager to try.
"Great Dragon Lord, I will try my best."
It said so.
Immediately afterwards, the other Werewolfs dispersed in panic, leaving ample space.
Russell and old Shaman let out silent sighs. They had already anticipated Mane Fire's reckless ending. Dragon Lord had given it more than one chance, but it failed to grasp it.
Mane Fire then backed away for tens of meters, took a deep breath, and the muscles all over his body were as tight as iron.
Its hind feet dug several deep marks on the ground, a fierce look flashed in its eyes, and it stared straight at Dragonkin in front of it.
Mane Fire had also faced ferocious monsters that were larger than Garos, and had left many scars on its body. With the cooperation of the same race, Hunt succeeded.
In its view, Garos, as Dragonkin, may be stronger than a ferocious beast of the same size, but it won't be much stronger.
At the very least, you can leave a wound on Garos's body.
Roar--!
Accompanied by a deafening wolf howl, the muscles under Mane Fire's fur swelled and he jumped up suddenly, his hind legs erupting with amazing strength.
Its sharp claws glowed coldly in the moonlight and went straight for Garos's throat.
This blow condensed all its power and skill, and it was so fast that it left an afterimage in the air.
Garos didn't even raise his eyelids.
Snap!
There was a soft sound, and the dragon's claws waved casually, like swatting an annoying flying insect.
Mane Fire's body paused strangely in mid-air for a moment, and then flew backwards at a faster speed.
Boom!
Its body hit the rock wall heavily, causing the cliff to tremble, gravel falling, and smoke filling the air.
When the dust dispersed, the Werewolf people were horrified to find that Mane Fire's body had been deeply embedded in the rock wall, showing a twisted posture.
Garos thought that Mane Fire might have something to rely on, so he only used a weak force to test the first blow.
The result left him greatly disappointed.
This young Werewolf has no one to rely on, just because his own talent is better than other Werewolfs, he doesn't know how high the sky is.
He approached slowly and looked down at Mane Fire.
Mane Fire's eyes were still open, its sternum was completely collapsed, and blood foam mixed with internal organs fragments continued to flow out of the corners of its mouth.
"Too weak, your pride is worthless."
Garos commented calmly.
The wolves were deathly silent.
Frost Fang's claws unconsciously grasped the ground, and then it understood why old Shaman always said "Dragon Might is unpredictable".
That arrogant Mane Fire is not even a toy in front of Dragon Lord.
Roar. Mane Fire let out an unwilling roar.
A clicking sound sounded from its body. Its seriously injured body began to deform, its fangs proliferated in its mouth, and its body elongated. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a blood-stained Giant Wolf, roaring and flying towards Garos.
Garos's tail flicked.
Bang!
Giant Wolf's body exploded instantly, turning into a cloud of blood mist, and his body was blasted directly into the air.
A few drops of warm blood splashed on the faces of the nearest Werewolfs, but they didn't even dare to wipe them away.
"Now."
Garos's voice echoed in the valley.
"Does anyone still want to prove their strong heart?"
He was answered by kneeling on the ground in unison.
Under the moonlight, Werewolf's foreheads were close to the ground, and they even breathed very lightly.
This is surrender, and it is also a blessing. I am glad that I have a heart of awe.
Old Shaman loosened his grip on the bone stick, and a relieved smile appeared on his old face.
"Your Dragon Might is increasing day by day, and now the sun and the moon have lost their light."
It said flatteringly.
Russell whispered, "Please forgive these Werewolf. They were bewitched by Mane Fire and had no intention of offending. Moreover, they will be transformed into Giant Wolf and serve you under the driving of the clan."
The Werewolf it mentioned were the confidants who followed Mane Fire, and now they were all paralyzed with fear.
Garos nodded slightly and signaled Russell to handle it.
After this little episode, Garos looked at old Shaman and Russell: "Tell me what happened in the past six years."
Old Shaman now has slurred speech and slow speech.
Russell spoke up and said, "Not long after you left last time, Jawbone Clan began to expand wildly."
It tells the story of what happened.
Because there was a lookout tower at the highest point of Crescent Moon Valley, Werewolf immediately discovered the approaching Ogre, so they decisively abandoned their territory and chose to escape. Later, they found that Ogre left after eating the remaining food reserves in their territory, and then returned.
Follow up on Scale-Earth Rift Road.
Due to Ogre occupying the best road sections and high frequency of plundering, Howling Moon Clan and Werewolf did not successfully contact the caravan again.
The good news is.
Before the rise of Ogre, the eloquent, cunning and clever businessman Nick brought back many Black Oil and placed them in the clan's cellar. Moreover, Ogre was not interested in the inedible Black Oil and there was no loss.
But there is only the first wave of Heyou.
When Nick was brought to the Howling Moon Clan again, he also brought Communication Stone, who could communicate with the Howling Moon Clan through the air.
After the Ogre Clan occupied Scale-Earth Rift Road, in order to prevent this business channel from being destroyed, the old Shaman through Communication Stone asked Nick not to come back in the next few years and wait for its follow-up notification news.
In six years.
Nick inquires about the status through Communication Stone almost every month.
He is not afraid of Werewolfs. On the contrary, because he has gained a lot from his transactions with Werewolfs and has the hope of making a comeback, this businessman attaches great importance to the Howling Moon Clans.
"My lord, a powerful leader has appeared in the Jawbone Clan, who is different from ordinary Ogre."
"Under his leadership, Jawbone Clan is now at its peak and developing rapidly."
Russell wants to remind Garos not to underestimate Jawbone Clan.
It heard that Dragonkin is always very arrogant and conceited, so he is easily targeted.
Unexpectedly, before it finished speaking, it opened its eyes wide and heard Garos say lightly, "No need to worry, Jawbone Clan has surrendered to me, and we are both Dragon's Kin."
"You Dragon Might are incredible!"
Russell offers immediate flattery.
Six years ago, when he was still young, he didn't know how to talk like this. He just stood next to the old Shaman and listened to the praise and flattery of the old Shaman. Now as he grows older, he has become more active and learned to pat the dragon's fart.
"Go, bring me some Black Oil first."
Garos said.
Russell nodded, and soon he led his tribe to bring an iron bucket of Black Oil, which weighed about fifty kilograms.
"There are a total of ten barrels of Black Oil like this in the clan, with a total weight of about one thousand kilograms."
Russell said.
Garos's eyes lit up and he picked up the Black Oil bucket.
He missed the taste of Black Oil so much, and he used Black Oil directly in a large barrel. The amount was much richer than the Oil Soil he had stolen and refined before, so he didn't have to be so careful when drinking it.
The sharp claws pried open the lid, and the spicy smell rushed straight into the nose.
He raised his head and opened his mouth, pouring Black Oil into his mouth.
"Madam, madam, you're so excited!"
"This is the taste, this is the feeling!"
Hoo ho ho!
Garos's wing bones surged with dark red flames, which were thicker and more turbulent than the previous extreme state. It was like adding fuel to the fire. In an instant, his body turned into a comet, breaking through the sound barrier and soaring straight into the sky.