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Translator: AnubisTL
After hearing the red-silver dragon's words, Garos fell silent.
The red-silver dragon then introduced him: "My grandfather, titled 'Gilded Wings,' is a pure gold dragon, a true legend. He and my silver dragon grandmother live together in the Boiling Sea."
"His mere presence would obliterate this abyssal rift as easily as dust."
Hearing this, the red-iron dragon grew even more silent.
After a few seconds without a response, the red-silver dragon blinked and asked, "Say something! Should I call for reinforcements from my elders?"
Garos gazed at the red-silver dragon without answering directly.
He asked, "Suppose... suppose your grandfather still can't resolve the problem. What then?"
The red-silver dragon replied matter-of-factly, "What else? We'd just call for more reinforcements from above. My grandfather has elders above him too."
Among dragonkind, the older the dragon, the stronger they inevitably are.
The red-silver dragon herself was a juvenile dragon in her early forties, yet she could summon even older dragons. It was like calling in the adults after the kids started fightingโa complete lack of martial ethics.
Unless facing creatures of utter chaos and evil, completely disregarding consequences, no other intelligent beings would dare provoke the metallic dragons.
There was a reason for all this.
Damn it, why can't chromatic and submetallic dragons be as united and protective of their own as metallic dragons?
Garos had never even met his red dragon father.
He couldn't imagine what life would be like if he were born a metallic dragon, with layers of protection above him and sturdy legs to cling to. It would be so much betterโat the very least, he wouldn't have to compete with goblins for resources.
"Deborah, does your grandfather want to adopt an evil dragon as his foster son? Do you think a naturally evil Red Iron Hybrid like me meets his standards?" the red-iron dragon asked, masking his envy with a jest.
"You want to be my father's generation? Dream on," the red-silver dragon retorted, rolling her eyes. Then, her expression turned serious. "I can ask my father for help. He'd be eager to come if he heard about the abyssal rift."
After a brief pause, she added, "But I'm not sure how he'd react to you."
The red-silver dragon gazed at Garos's formidable, ferocious, and imposing physique, then murmured, "My father is very strict. He adheres rigidly to principles of justice and enjoys 'educating' evil dragons."
"He might ignore you completely, but he could also get a whim and capture you for imprisonment and 're-education'."
Garos shook his head decisively. "The abyssal rift isn't a major concern at the moment. In fact, it might even provide some resources. There's no need to trouble your father."
He had always loathed risks beyond his control.
While the abyssal rift was a potential threat, its limited scale and constant surveillance by his familiars meant it was unlikely to cause significant trouble. Even if something did go wrong, he wouldn't be the first to bear the brunt of it.
A mature silver dragon, however, was a different matter entirely.
If an adult silver dragon truly targeted him, the consequences would be unpredictable and extremely troublesome.
"Come," Garos said, turning to the red-silver dragon. "Let's return to Dragon Valley."
By securing the red-silver dragon's allegiance, Garos hoped to leverage the strong familial bonds inherent in metallic dragons. If Silver Dragon Frostmark ever considered attacking him, he would at least have to consider his daughter's feelings.
Moreover, if he were unlucky enough to encounter an overwhelming enemy, having a metallic dragon by his side would at least give the foe pause.
Better to be prepared,ย he thought darkly.
Soon, the red-silver dragon and Garos were on their way back to Dragon Valley.
Just as before his slumber, the red-silver dragon accompanied and assisted him in his training, while Garos compensated her with riddles or gold coins.
Days slipped by, one after another.
The Gold Tooth Tribe and the Ironforged Tribe continued their skirmishes around the riverbank stronghold.
The centaurs, the elite cavalry of the Gold Tooth Tribe, launched guerrilla raids that inflicted heavy losses on the goblin stronghold. However, the goblins retaliated with ambushes and counterattacks.
The conflict raged back and forth, with both sides suffering casualties.
Comparatively, the goblins, who were reluctant to abandon their stronghold and relied heavily on golems and alchemical constructs for combat, found themselves at a disadvantage.
Yet the goblins seemed to be biding their time, waiting for something. Though they occasionally launched ambushes and counterattacks, their overall response remained subdued.
A month passed quietly.
Boom!
The hills covered in frost-resistant pine trees trembled violently.
A red-iron dragon and a black scale giant serpent writhed and grappled on the ground.
Debris flew, the earth cracked, and ancient trees toppled. The thunderous clash of their battle shook the ground like an earthquake, leaving deep ravines in its wake.
The black scale giant serpent, nearly fifty meters long, coiled its lithe body around the red-iron dragon. Beneath its scales, every muscle fiber pulsed with steel-like resilience.
The friction of scales grinding against scales rang out like clashing metal, the sparks instantly extinguished by the dense, frigid air.
The black scale giant serpent tightened its coils inch by inch, attempting to crush the red-iron dragon. The straining of its muscles echoed clearly through its body, yet no matter how fiercely it constricted, it could not stop the dragon's heart from beating.
The icy chill relentlessly invaded its body.
Thorn spikes, like a forest of swords, tore through the serpent's scales, inflicting wounds akin to the Lingchi punishment.
The dragon's wings and tail, sharp as weapons, repeatedly slashed and pierced, leaving terrifying wounds that exposed bone.
Yet the black scale giant serpent seemed impervious to pain and lacking in intelligence. It stubbornly constricted its body, its fangs sinking into the red-iron dragon's back, injecting venom.
After several minutes...
Crack!
As crimson flames surged, the dragon's wings descended like blades, severing all the serpent's ferocious momentum. The black scale giant serpent was decapitated, its head still clamped onto Garos even in death.
(End of the Chapter)
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