The dragon's nature instinctively drove the Iron Dragon to want to kill the Centaur Commander to vent its anger, but after spending so much time with Galos, it learned to restrain itself.
Now, the might of the Dragon Race was evident.
A living Centaur Commander was more valuable than a dead one.
Silver Mane was momentarily stunned, then overjoyed, deeply lowering his head.
"Thank you for your forgiveness."
The Iron Dragon looked at Galos, lifted its chin slightly, silently showcasing its growth and wisdom.
Galos smiled slightly, not stingy with his praise, saying, "My dear brother, I thought you would execute him to vent your anger. Your growth is evident to the naked eye, and you now make me see you in a new light."
The Iron Dragon said, "We have similar blood flowing within us, it's nothing worth mentioning."
He feigned calmness, making himself appear emotionless; alas, the tail unconsciously raised behind him betrayed his joyous mood.
