"Blood as firewood, lament as the wind."
"........."
Red Silver Dragon Deborah blinked, her elongated neck slightly leaning forward, her body with a red base and silver scales glinting brilliantly under the sunlight.
The riddles given by Galos had many concrete symbols.
Blood, lament, broken spear, scorched earth... They were all tangible, making them not hard to guess.
As a master naturally gifted in solving riddles.
After thinking for a few seconds, the Red Silver Dragon decisively said, "War, it's war!"
Under her expectant gaze, Galos slowly nodded and praised without reservation, "You guessed it right, you are the best riddle-solving Metal Dragon I've ever seen."
Hearing this, Red Silver Dragon Deborah's tail tip slightly perked up, unable to conceal her joy.
