The night was deep, and bursts of cold wind swept over the low mountain where the Gray Magnetic Iron Ore was located.
Looking at the Red Iron Dragon standing in the center of the centaurs, surrounded by them, Solrog felt his scale armor tighten, as if being pressed by some invisible force.
It was not the power of the dragon.
But some kind of invisible, profound majesty that the Iron Dragon yearned for but did not possess.
He folded his wings and landed ten meters away from Galos on the ground, saying, "You arrived faster than I expected."
Galos glanced over the centaurs and said, "Dealing with them doesn't need to wait overnight."
"These despicable creatures dared to deceive me."
The Iron Dragon was somewhat annoyed.
Something similar had actually happened to Galos before, when he subdued the Jackal-Wolf Folk at Wailing Cliff. Initially, the Jackal-Wolf Folk pretended to submit, only to launch an attack on him.
But Galos saw through their intentions.
