Thick night shrouded Dragon Valley.
A Communication Stone floated in front of Garros, and the Iron Dragon's voice came from within.
"It's always me who gets hurt! Those damned Centaurs feigned submission to gain my trust, making me lower my guard, and then they launched a sneak attack on me."
The Iron Dragon said angrily, "Daring to attack and kill us Dragonkin, they are no longer ordinary Centaurs. We must strike back hard! If it weren't for my wisdom and calmness, I might have been left there permanently."
Garros listened quietly to the Iron Dragon's account.
After clarifying the situation, he said, "It doesn't matter. As long as you're not dead, it's a minor thing."
The Iron Dragon said, "How should we deal with these Centaurs? They call themselves the White Mane Clan. There should be other Centaurs as well, not just the ones I saw."
"Tasha!"
Garros called out, and the Wyvern Leader, who was circling and on guard in the airspace, quickly landed.
"Do you know of the White Mane Clan? A clan made up of a group of Centaurs."
Garros asked.
He didn't fight battles he wasn't sure of winning. Before taking action, he had to understand the enemy's background to ensure there were no hidden dangers.
The Wyvern Leader thought for a moment and said, "I know them. Their territory is in the western part of Dragon Valley. We have had conflicts with the Centaurs while hunting."
"What is their scale?"
"Neither large nor small. Their overall level is stronger than our Wyvern Swarm, but they certainly cannot compete with you."
The Wyvern Leader said, the scars on her face twitching slightly as she said excitedly, "My Lord, are we going to war with the Centaurs? The Wyvern Swarm will tear them apart."
Garros said, "They must pay for their actions, but your task is to guard Dragon Valley."
He sent the Wyvern back to continue its patrol.
Garros said to the Iron Dragon, "I'll be there soon."
Immediately, he took back the Communication Stone, and the Red-Iron Dragon slowly stood up.
He spread his wings, his towering and majestic body fully visible under the moonlight. His black dragon scales were like a heavy suit of armor, densely covered with spines in many places.
Faced with enemies, Garros adhered to the principle of striking first.
What happened tonight would be resolved tonight.
With a sweep of his dragon wings, sand and stones flew.
Garros soared into the sky, engulfed in a gale, tearing a long, comet-like trail through the night sky as he flew toward the Grey Magnetite Mine.
After some time.
The sky had not yet brightened; the night was still deep and dense.
At the Grey Magnetite Mine, Silvermane and Iron Hoof had a contest but failed to determine a winner.
Since it wasn't a life-and-death struggle and they weren't enemies, and their levels were similar, they found they couldn't do anything to each other as they fought, so they stopped to rest.
"A duel cannot determine the winner."
Silvermane suggested, "When we return to the clan in a while, we'll drink heavily. Whoever stays sober until the end will be in charge of mining the Grey Magnetite Mine. How about it?"
Centaurs are passionate about drinking, rivaling even the Dwarves in this regard.
Iron Hoof, confident in his high alcohol tolerance, flicked his horse tail and said, "No problem. The one standing at the end will definitely be me."
As he spoke, both of them suddenly narrowed their eyes and looked up at the sky.
The Young Dragon Iron Dragon had returned and was circling high above, staring at them with cold eyes.
"Bring me my bow."
Iron Hoof reached out his hand.
A Centaur archer handed over a longbow and arrows.
Iron Hoof gave a soft shout, the muscles on his arms bulging. He drew the bow and notched an arrow, pulling the string into a full moon while infusing it with Demonic Energy.
The next second, the arrow whistled through the air.
But it failed to hit the Iron Dragon high in the sky.
The distance was too great.
"Cowardly lizard!"
Iron Hoof cursed and shouted provocatively, "Did you come back to show off your wounds?"
The Iron Dragon was unhurried and sneered, "Creepers, you don't even realize your death is imminent."
Iron Hoof didn't care, but Silvermane felt a faint sense of unease.
This Young Dragon's behavior was different from the Dragonkin he knew.
Silvermane opened his mouth, prepared to say something to test the Iron Dragon's background.
Suddenly.
A sound, as if ten thousand sharp blades were being unsheathed, tearing through the wind and sky, came from afar. It pierced the Centaurs' eardrums, causing their expressions to change.
The Iron Dragon, however, showed a look of pleasure.
"Listen, this is the sound that represents death."
Overlooking the chaotic Centaurs from above, the Iron Dragon roared, "The Lord of the Crimson Wings, the Ominous Star of Death, my dear brother, he is here!"
Brother?!
Iron Hoof and Silvermane pawed the ground uneasily, looking up at the sky.
The firmament was torn asunder.
A crimson meteor streaked across the night sky, the clouds rolling back and dispersing wherever it passed, leaving a shining trail of flames in its wake.
Boom!
A thunderous roar sounded.
A ring of air blasted out behind it as the crimson meteor dived toward the ground.
As the distance closed, the Centaurs finally saw its appearance clearly.
It wasn't a meteor, but a towering Evil Dragon of unbelievable strength. He beat his wings, the scales on the wing membranes rubbing against each other and sparking red-hot embers. Dark red aura surged behind him, and the black scales on his body glowed slightly red from the high-speed friction with the air.
The Evil Dragon descended from the sky in an unstoppable and terrifying manner.
The Dragon's Might was like an invisible hand, gripping the Centaurs' hearts and making them feel almost suffocated.
"On guard, face the enemy!"
Iron Hoof roared.
This strong Centaur giant drew his bow and fired, and the other Centaur sharpshooters also fired a volley of arrows.
Clang! Clang!
The Centaur arrows, capable of piercing steel, landed on Garros's body, colliding with his hard scales and sparking before snapping instantly. Even those that hit his faceplate could not make him bleed.
"Scatter! Scatter!"
The Centaur Commander slightly bent his knees and leaped away from the spot.
Just as the Red-Iron Dragon was about to hit the ground, he suddenly spread his wings, his body tracing a cold arc as he charged straight at Iron Hoof.
The galloping speed of a Centaur on the ground is among the best of many creatures, but before the Red-Iron Dragon, it seemed sluggish and incomparable.
Iron Hoof stopped abruptly, his four hooves plowing deep furrows in the ground.
He roared, with no time to think, instinctively raising his War Spear and thrusting it at the powerful Evil Dragon sweeping toward him at high speed.
The spear thrust was instinctive, but under the crisis of life and death, Iron Hoof's Demonic Energy surged like a tsunami. His movements were extremely agile, and the War Spear, his arm, and his body seemed to become one.
This attack surpassed Iron Hoof's previous limits, fast as lightning, thrusting toward the Evil Dragon's eye socket.
"Faster! Just a bit faster!"
Time seemed to slow down. Iron Hoof's entire spirit was focused on the attack, roaring in his heart.
However, his body was suddenly struck as if by thunder.
"Ugh—!"
Iron Hoof's roar erupted along with fragments of his internal organs.
The opponent's claw strike was faster.
Before the War Spear could hit, the four-meter-tall giant was struck by a sweeping claw. As if hit by a meteorite, his majestic body tumbled, leaving a shocking trail of blood on the ground.
At the same time, the Red-Iron Dragon casually whipped his tail.
Three Elite Centaurs attempting a sneak attack were swept away at the waist, as fragile as stalks of wheat.
Another Centaur Commander leaped high, all his Demonic Energy concentrated on his Heavy Sword, as he slashed at Garros's neck from the side.
He didn't know that this neck had once withstood a Level 13 Paladin's Smite Evil without breaking.
However, the Red-Iron Dragon didn't let the opponent's attack land on his neck; he slightly tilted his body.
Clang!
Silvermane's slash landed on the spines on his shoulder, splashing clusters of sparks. Immediately after, the Explosive Scales detonated, and the spines shot out, instantly piercing through Silvermane's armor and Demonic Energy defense, leaving bloody holes throughout his body.
The exploding flames also sent him flying, crashing heavily to the ground.
Garros didn't even move his own claws; his 'counter-armor' had caused the opponent to suffer a great loss.
From the moment he launched his attack, in less than thirty seconds, both Centaur Commanders had been severely wounded.
The remaining Centaur Warriors froze in place. These warriors, who had once dared to hunt down a White Dragon, had fingers that trembled uncontrollably as they held their weapons.
That Evil Dragon hadn't even truly acted; just a bit of his residual power had crushed the two commanders like ants.
"I said—"
Garros looked around, his gaze indifferent.
"—Kneel!"
His voice was soft, yet it carried the weight of a mountain.
Thud!
The dull thuds of knees hitting the ground joined together.
Even the most stubborn veterans prostrated themselves, their foreheads pressed against the blood-stained earth.
A young warrior even lost control of his bladder, pale yellow liquid flowing down his steel greaves, but no one laughed at him now, for all the Centaurs were shaking like sieves under the Dragon's Might.
Around the Red-Iron Dragon, the Centaurs all knelt on the ground, bowing in submission.
PS: Requesting Power stones.