A Dragon against the Whole World

After hearing the words of the Red Silver Dragon, Galos fell silent.

At this moment, the Red Silver Dragon introduced, "My grandfather, titled [The Golden Wing], is a pure Golden Dragon, a true legend, dwelling together with my Silver Dragon grandmother at the Boiling Sea."

"As long as he comes, he can wipe off this Abyssal Rift like dust."

Hearing this, the Red Iron Dragon became even more silent.

A few seconds later, still receiving no response, the Red Silver Dragon blinked and said, "Say something, do you need me to ask the elders above for help?"

Galos looked at the Red Silver Dragon without answering directly.

He asked, "Suppose, suppose your grandfather still can’t solve the problem, what then?"

The Red Silver Dragon spoke in an as-it-should-be tone, "What else can be done? Just continue asking for help from those above, my grandfather has elders above him too."

The older a Dragon Race gets, the stronger it inevitably is.

The Red Silver Dragon herself was a dragon just over forty years old, yet she could call upon older dragons, beating the young to bring out the old, defying martial virtues.

Unless they are chaotic evil creatures who completely disregard consequences.

Otherwise, other intelligent beings are reluctant to provoke Metal Dragons.

There are reasons for this.

Damn it, why can’t the Five-Colored Dragon and Iron Dragon unite and protect their own like the Metal Dragon?

Galos hadn’t even seen his Red Dragon Father.

He could hardly imagine how wonderful life would be if he were born as a Metal Dragon, with layers of protection above, and sturdy thighs to cling to, certainly not needing to fight goblins for resources.

"Deborah, does your grandfather want to adopt an evil dragon as an adopted son? Do you think a naturally evil Red Iron Half-blood Dragon like me fits the standard?"

The Red Iron Dragon used humor to mask his inner envy.

"You want to be a dragon of my father’s generation? Wishful thinking."

The Red Silver Dragon rolled her eyes at Galos, then said seriously, "I can call on my father for help. He would be happy to come upon hearing about the Abyssal Rift."

After a slight hesitation, she continued, "However, I’m not sure what his attitude towards you will be."

The Red Silver Dragon looked at the rugged, ferocious, strong, and grand physique of Galos and said in a low voice, "My father has always been strict, he adheres to the principles of justice and likes to educate evil dragons."

"He may ignore you, but he might also whimsically seize and imprison you for re-education."

Galos shook his head and decisively said, "The Abyssal Rift is not a major problem at the moment, it can even provide me with some resources. No need to trouble your father."

He always detested risks beyond his control.

Though the Abyssal Rift was a hidden danger, its scale was limited, and there were always followers monitoring it, it wouldn’t stir up much trouble. In case something happened, he wouldn’t be the first to take the hit.

A mature Silver Dragon was different.

An 18th-level mature Silver Dragon... if it set its sights on him, it would be extremely troublesome, with unpredictable consequences.

"Let’s go, come back to Dragon Valley with me."

Galos looked at the Red Silver Dragon and said.

First binding the Red Silver Dragon into his camp, the Metal Dragons deeply valued family bonds, and if Silver Dragon Frost Mark really wanted to act against him, she would have to consider her daughter’s opinion to some extent.

Additionally, if he were unfortunate enough to encounter an overwhelming enemy, having a Metal Dragon around would at least make the opponent wary.

He thoughtfully strategized.

Soon, the Red Silver Dragon and Galos returned to Dragon Valley together.

As before his slumber, the Red Silver Dragon accompanied and assisted him with various exercises, while Galos would reward the Red Silver Dragon with puzzles or Gold Coins.

Time passed day by day.

The skirmishes around the riverbank outpost between the Golden Tooth Tribe and the Molten Iron Tribe continued.

The guerrilla raids, mainly by the Centaur Elite, inflicted many losses on the goblin outpost, but the goblins also planned ambushes and counterattacks.

Both sides attacked and retreated, causing mutual harm.

In comparison, the goblins were at a disadvantage, as they relied more on golems and alchemy creatures to fight and struggled to give up the outpost.

However, the goblins seemed to be enduring, waiting for something, although there were occasional ambushes and counterattacks, the overall response was not intense.

In this way, a month’s time quietly slipped away.

Bang!

The hills covered with frost-resistant pine trees shook violently.

The Red Iron Dragon and a Black-Scaled Giant Snake writhed and tangled on the ground.

Rubble splattered, the earth cracked, giant trees fell... the battle between the two was like an earthquake, leaving deep ravines on the ground.

The Black-Scaled Giant Snake was nearly fifty meters long, with its slender body coiling around the Red Iron Dragon, each muscle fiber under its scales as tough as steel wire.

As the scales ground against each other, a clanging sound echoed, and sparks were swallowed up by the dense cold aura.

The Black-Scaled Giant Snake tightened and compressed inch by inch, trying to strangle the Red Iron Dragon, with the clear sound of tense muscles and tendons from within, yet no matter how much it contracted, it never succeeded in stopping the heartbeat of the Red Iron Dragon.

The cold aura continuously invaded its body.

The thorny spikes, like a forest of swords, lacerated the snake’s scales, akin to peeling its skin alive.

The fearsome Dragon Wings and Dragon Tail slashed and stabbed repeatedly, leaving horrifying wounds deep enough to see bones.

Nevertheless, the Black-Scaled Giant Snake seemed to feel no pain and had little sense, stubbornly contracting its body, and its snake fangs bit into the Red Iron Dragon’s back, injecting toxins.

A few minutes later.

Crack!

With the surge of dark red flames, the Dragon Wing descended with the might to sever all, beheading the Black-Scaled Giant Snake, which still clung its teeth onto Galos even in death.

"The last one."

Galos took off the snake’s head, thinking, "The Wild Monster Lord in the Southwest is completely eradicated, the last piece of the puzzle is complete."

Thus, the Molten Iron Tribe completely took over the Southwest, every inch of land here belonged to the Molten Iron Tribe, belonged to Galos.

"Among the Wild Monster Lords, only the White Tiger was tamed."

"The others were either inherently chaotic and evil, like the Chimera, with no thought of allegiance, or cold-blooded and savage like this giant snake, fighting to the death without retreating."

Galos secretly thought it was a pity.

He grabbed the body of the Black-Scaled Giant Snake and flew towards the Dragon Valley.

If it can’t be tamed, then it will at least nourish the body. High-grade meat like this isn’t something Galos can eat every day.

Not long after.

Night falls.

A bonfire was lit inside Dragon Valley. An ogre chef skilled in handling meat carefully grilled the snake meat, skillfully sprinkling it with various spices. The sizzling sound of the flames roasting the oil resounded, the aroma of the meat blending with the spices, filling the valley.

Grilled snake meat, snake meat soup, snake meat sashimi.

One snake served in three ways.

Galos savored the delicacies while watching the duel ahead.

The bonfire illuminated the open space, with War Lizardfolk Uros and Dogman Doug standing in the center of the firelight, pacing slowly, cautiously observing each other.

The War Lizardfolk resembled a giant lizard standing upright.

As for the Dogman, his name and appearance don’t really match. He looks more like a Dragonfolk, lacking any canine features. It was only because of their excessive flattery towards the Dragon Race, and that most individuals are relatively weak, that they were given the name Dogman.

After the death of Jackal-wolfman Hodgson, the Steel Will lost its Battle Team Leader.

Galos wasn’t very familiar with the new generation of monsters and didn’t have a favored target, so he simply adopted a combat-based selection method.

In front of him, the War Lizardfolk and the Dogman.

They made it through rigorous selections, emerging from the encirclement, becoming the final candidates and the strongest of their respective tribes’ new generations.

Galos tore off a piece of grilled snake meat, allowing the oil to drip down his jaw, watching the two leaders assessing each other with interest.

"Begin."

The voice of the Red Iron Dragon was low and authoritative.

The taller Uros was the first to strike. With a flick of his tail, he charged forward with big strides, swinging his battle axe towards Doug. The wind pressure from the axe blade made the bonfire flicker unstably.

The Dogman, however, did not meet it head-on. He rolled low to the ground, disappearing and blending into the night.

Boom!

With a violent tremor, the ground was fiercely cleaved open by the giant axe, a deep ravine extending forward for over ten meters, showcasing the power of the strike.

At the same time.

Taking advantage of the gap in the War Lizardfolk’s attack, Doug appeared silently at his side. His attack wasn’t grand or imposing; his dagger slyly slashed upwards, aiming between the War Lizardfolk’s legs.

Uros’ eyelid twitched.

He jumped back to avoid it, his thick tail bouncing off the ground, lunging at the Dogman with even greater speed.

At that moment, the Dogman suddenly pulled out a handful of sand from his waist and threw it at Uros’ face.

The War Lizardfolk instinctively closed his eyes, his movements slightly hindered.

Doug seized the opportunity, suddenly unfolding a pair of bat-like wings from his back, his speed explosively increasing, swift as a phantom. The dagger aimed directly at the War Lizardfolk’s throat, but at the last moment, he changed tactics, the tip lightly landing on Uros’ carotid artery.

"You’ve lost."

Doug’s voice was sharp but firm.

Uros opened his eyes, staring in disbelief at the dagger pressed against his neck.

His heavy breathing gradually calmed, and he finally lowered his battle axe slowly.

"Well done, little guy."

The War Lizardfolk said in a muffled voice.

Dogman Doug wagged his tail and turned to look at the Red Iron Dragon.

The firelight reflected off the giant dragon’s scales, swaying and highlighting its majestic grandeur.

"Uros’ strength is superior."

The Red Iron Dragon said, "But Doug fights more intelligently, winning without question."

The combined abilities of the War Lizardfolk and Dogman are roughly equal.

However, in battle, the War Lizardfolk relied solely on brute force without further thought, whereas Dogman Doug understood the essence of a Shadow Assassin. He fought with his mind, controlling the pace, delivering the fatal strike at the optimal moment.

The strengths and weaknesses of both sides are easily discernible.

"Doug, the position of Battle Team Leader of the Steel Will is yours now. Perform well."

The Dogman sheathed his dagger, instantly prostrating himself: "My Lord, I am willing to serve you with undying loyalty, fighting to my last breath."

The bonfire crackled, and sparks drifted into the night sky.

The figure of Iron Dragon Solrog appeared above Dragon Valley. He gyrated slightly, folding his wings, and landed before the Red Iron Dragon.

"Galos, my dear brother, I’ve made a significant discovery."

He couldn’t contain his excitement as he spoke.

"What is it?"

Galos asked.

The Iron Dragon lowered his voice, speaking slowly, "Within the territory of the Golden Tooth Tribe, there is likely a Black Oil Field."

Galos was momentarily taken aback.

The next second, his breathing became heavy, his pupils constricted into thin lines, and a few sparks flared from his nostrils.

"Are you sure?!"

Any place considered a Black Oil Field has a minimum recoverable reserve that can produce over ten thousand tons of black oil, enough for Galos to swim in—a highly valuable strategic resource.

"There’s a nine out of ten chance."

The Iron Dragon nodded emphatically.

Black Oil Field... Black Oil Field... Galos’ eyes shone brightly, filled with intense desire and traces of dangerous intent.

"Solrog, tell me the details of your discovery."

The Red Iron Dragon took a deep breath and spoke gravely.

For a strategic resource like a Black Oil Field, once its existence is confirmed and there is a chance to seize it, one must strike decisively and not miss it!