Translator: AnubisTL
Initially, Garos had only desired a peaceful life, content with enduring wind and rain.
But each victory was like adding fuel to a fire.
With each step forward, he craved finer foods, a proper dwelling suited to his draconic form, more servants to attend to him, and a life of unrestrained indulgence. His desires were like a bottomless pit, greed and ambition festering within his heart.
Hoo— The red-iron dragon took a deep breath, suppressing his agitation.
Every time he achieved victory or grew stronger, his inner turmoil intensified.
The evil dragon's nature grows alongside my own evolution. One careless moment, and I could be swayed to act irrationally. I must remain vigilant at all times, Garos thought to himself.
The evil dragon's ambition roared in his chest, but the chains of reason restrained its claws.
With dragon sleep approaching, now was not the time for further expansion. The Ironforged Clan, having just emerged from war, needed time to recuperate, to digest and consolidate their recent gains.
Some time later.
Dragon Valley.
The dragon horde, led by Garos, returned first.
"Great Lord of the Crimson Wings, Ominous Star of Death!"
"Your triumphant return, every scar on your body a testament to your glory," Earthstorm Bear Mobel said, trotting up to Garos with fawning praise.
"Did anything unusual happen while we were away from Dragon Valley?" Garos asked casually.
"Nothing at all! With us Earthstorm Bears guarding it, the slumbering place remained as impregnable as iron," Mobel declared with unwavering confidence.
Iron Dragon Solgorn's slumbering place lay deep within Dragon Valley, primarily guarded by the Earthstorm Bears.
The Great Earthstorm Bear Clan rarely participated directly in wars. Apart from Mobel, the other bears' low intelligence made it difficult for them to remember allied units, causing them to easily lose their focus in the heat of battle and attack friend and foe alike.
Their role in Dragon Valley was akin to the lord's knight guard.
Except for Garos, no other familiar—not even other dragons—could command the Earthstorm Bears.
Currently, the earthstorm bear pack consisted of five adult bears, including Mobel, with a significant increase in the number of juveniles and cubs.
Though these demonic beasts were among the first Garos had subjugated, they remained one of his strongest chosen to this day.
Earthstorm Bears matured rapidly, reaching an average life grade of 8 as adults and around 10 at their peak. Were it not for their limited intelligence, each one could have become a boss.
"Go back. Remember, don't let any living creature approach the slumbering grounds," Garos instructed.
At that moment, the red-silver dragon Deborah circled overhead, surveying Dragon Valley before landing beside Garos.
"You were in the Sierre Wilderness before. Why have you suddenly come to the Frontierlands?" she asked. "I was astonished when I first sensed your qi here."
Deborah had awakened from her dragon sleep and activated her hybrid form. She had intended to return to the Sierre Wilderness, but en route, she encountered the Red Dragon Samantha and was shocked to discover Garos had come to the Frontierlands.
"The human garrison in the Sierre Wilderness is too large, restricting my movements," Garos explained. "The Frontierlands may be barren, but they offer greater freedom. I don't need to suppress myself here. I can develop more effectively and perhaps one day conquer this entire territory."
Deborah clicked her tongue. "I see. You want to become the King of the Frontierlands."
"But that won't be easy. I don't think I've mentioned this before, but my parents reside in the Frontierlands."
"Frostmark and Copperflame—they are mature dragon with official titles."
A smirk curled at the corner of her lips as she said playfully, "I acknowledge your strength, but if you were to face my parents now and clash with them, you wouldn't stand a chance. They'd beat you to a pulp."
Garos didn't argue.
Mature dragon were those between 200 and 400 years old.
Moreover, silver dragons and red copper dragons weren't like the White Scale dragons—a disgrace to dragonkind.
A mature red copper dragon was at least level 16, while a mature silver dragon was at least level 18, already approaching the Legendary Domain. They were on an entirely different level from Garos.
"Would your parents attack a juvenile dragon without provocation?" Garos asked.
Given the pride and dignity of mature metallic dragons, they typically wouldn't stoop to attacking juvenile dragons, opting instead for mild reprimands.
"Oh, my father is a silver dragon. He's rigid and stern, but he adheres strictly to rules—the kind etched into the seams of his scales. Under normal circumstances, he wouldn't bully the weak. But if he discovered you slaughtering the defenseless, raping, or pillaging, he'd be unable to suppress his righteous fury. He'd punish you, perhaps even seal you away in eternal imprisonment."
"My mother is a red copper dragon. Aside from her love for riddles, she's utterly obsessed with pranks. Being targeted by her might be worse than being sealed away by my father."
The red-silver dragon didn't mind telling Garos about her parents.
The names Frostmark and Copperflame might be unfamiliar to newcomers, but they were legendary among the intelligent creatures who had long inhabited the Frontierlands.
Their home, Red Maple Valley, was a peaceful haven, yet they were the undisputed rulers of the Frontierlands.
All the races of the Frontierlands instinctively avoided Red Maple Valley.
"Don't worry," the red-silver dragon said, patting Garos on the shoulder with an air of protective authority. "I know you might look fierce and sharp, but you're nothing like other evil dragons. I'll put in a good word for you. As long as you don't do anything too outrageous, my parents won't bother you."
An ordinary evil dragon might have taken offense at such words, perceiving them as condescending.
Garos, however, nodded naturally. "Is that so? Then I thank you in advance."
A radiant smile spread across the red-iron dragon's face, a stark contrast to his menacing appearance.
The sight left the red-silver dragon momentarily stunned.
She quickly turned her head away, avoiding direct eye contact, and pretended to adjust her wing membranes. Her voice softened unconsciously as she said, "It's nothing. We're allies now—no, companions. We should help each other."
Garos pressed further, "What if your parents insist on seeing me as an evil dragon and attack me without question?"
The red-silver dragon shook her head. "That won't happen. They believe evil dragons are made, not born. They've even considered adopting evil dragon hatchlings and raising them to be good. They don't harbor strong prejudices against evil dragons."
Adopt evil dragon hatchlings?
Do I look like a good fit? I'm a naturally evil red-iron dragon.
If you wouldn't abandon me, I'd gladly call you my foster father!
Garos's dragon eyes lit up.
He'd never been averse to latching onto powerful figures. If the iron dragon maiden hadn't insisted on driving him away, he would have happily stayed in her territory until adulthood.
"It's a pity they haven't found suitable hatchlings or young dragons. They believe that dragons older than juveniles have their personalities set and aren't suitable for gradual influence. They think harsh methods like imprisonment and whipping are more effective."
Hearing the red-silver dragon's words, Garos felt a pang of regret and abandoned his plan to cling to her coattails.
"But what if? What if they insist on attacking me? Even if I haven't committed any great evil?" he repeated his earlier question.
"Oh, I told you that won't happen."
"But if it does—"
The red-silver dragon paused before continuing, "—it would mean my parents have violated their own moral code."
"For a metallic dragon to betray their moral code is a grave matter. I cannot stand idly by."
"In that case, I will stand before you and reason with them. If that fails, I'll pretend to let you capture me, giving you a chance to escape."
Garos nodded in satisfaction.
"Want to play a riddle game?" he asked, changing the subject.
The red-silver dragon nodded without hesitation. "Sure, you go first."
"What creature walks on four legs in the morning, two legs at noon, and three legs in the evening?" Garos recited a classic riddle from his past life, not bothering to think up his own.
The red-silver dragon pondered briefly.
After a few seconds, she replied uncertainly, "Humans? Or perhaps humanoid creatures."
Garos flicked his tail with a sharp crack. "Correct!"
"My turn! My turn!"
The red-silver dragon, now brimming with excitement, posed a riddle to Garos. Sometimes he answered correctly, other times he needed her hints. The entire puzzle-solving process filled her with joy and a deep sense of fulfillment.
Time flowed by slowly.
Garos's days once again became full and peaceful.
He alternated between sparring with the red-silver dragon and the white dragon, training his ice-type resistance and explosive scales, honing his wings and tail, fusing life energy and magic energy to form dragon qi, and strengthening his dragon heart through the Bloodburst Technique.
Meanwhile, after their victory against the Bloodhoof Clan, the Ironforged Clan took control of their resource points. Their focus shifted to garrisoning, guarding, and consolidating their gains, with no further outward expansion. Apart from occasional trade with merchant ships traveling the waterways, they remained largely inactive.
Like a satiated tiger, they silently licked their claws and fangs, biding their time for the next hunt.
(End of the Chapter)
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