At dawn, the scarred but spirited Galos returned to Dragon Valley.
"Such serious injuries? Who beat you up like this!"
Deborah, who was guarding Dragon Valley, gasped in shock at the sight and then grew furious, her scales slightly raised and a cold, intense aura emanated from her.
"It's nothing."
Galos landed on the ground, a smile appearing on his face: "The enemy suffered more than I did; from now on, the Border Area belongs to me."
Noticing that the Red Iron Dragon seemed slightly depleted but was otherwise fine, Deborah's anger gradually subsided.
She asked in confusion, "What happened last night?"
Galos recounted being ambushed and then almost annihilating the enemy's elite in a calm and composed manner.
"These primitives, truly courting death."
"Luckily, you're strong enough; otherwise, the consequences would have been unpredictable."
The Red Silver Dragon gazed at Galos's robust and towering physique, her eyes lingering on those scars.
