Chapter 110: Chapter 109: The Monarch’s Path, Molten Iron Clan

The two young Stone Giants wanted to assist the Granite Giant.

In their panic, they forgot the instructions and broke through towards the direction of the Granite Giant.

The Gray-haired Werewolves took the opportunity to pounce on the young and juvenile giants who lost their protection, their sharp claws drawing cold arcs under the moonlight.

The War Lizardfolk, who were stealthily approaching with the Invisibility Technique, quietly neared several of the juvenile giants, thrusting their long spears at the hard stone bodies.

The young Stone Giants were startled internally and wanted to retreat for defense.

However.

The elite Jackal-Wolf Folk and Giant Wolf Knights surrounded them completely, circling them for the kill.

A scarlet ominous star streaked across the night sky, appearing over the Giant Camp.

“The Diamond Giant is dead!”

Galos raised his claw, with a shining diamond Crystal Core in the palm.

In an instant, the morale of the Stone Giants plummeted to freezing point, and even those Demon Race subordinates trembled under the mighty Dragon aura, surrendering and losing their will to fight.

The strongest protector of the clan had already perished.

This terrifying and powerful Dragon Race returned with its heart, blatantly showcasing its victory.

“Damn Giant Dragon!”

“You must have used despicable means to kill the Elder!”

The Granite Giant punched the Gluttonous Demon, struggling to stand up, and roared angrily at Galos.

Despicable?

The enemy’s insults sounded like praises to the victor’s ears; Galos wasn’t angry, merely watching the battlefield below coldly.

“How dare you challenge the great Dragon Lord, Giant, you’ve lived long enough!”

The Gluttonous Demon, eager to prove itself, pounced at the Granite Giant again, while as those Demon Race followers stopped resisting and chose to surrender, more monsters encircled the giants.

Time passed in the smoke of battle and slaughter.

In just a few minutes.

Kalu twisted off the head of the Granite Giant, pounding his chest with excitement, roaring, while the young giants and younger juvenile giants had their limbs broken, and were tightly bound with chains by the followers.

Galos collected his wings slowly, descending into the already captured camp.

“Dragon Lord, how should we handle these giant captives?”

Russell licked the claws stained with demonic blood, standing in front of the captured young giants, asking.

Galos looked at the giants.

In these giants’ eyes, whether big or small, he saw fear, saw rage, saw hatred.

Attempt to tame them?

Enslaving giants is a rare honor for the Dragon Race.

Better leave it, can’t always keep an eye on them, just relying on these followers may not be enough to suppress the Stone Giants, and with deep hatred, they can’t be left alive.

To eradicate the roots.

Galos flicked his tail and said, “Kill them all, leave none alive.”

A simple sentence decided these Stone Giants’ fate.

Monsters rushed at them, dismembering the giants into large chunks of stone, which were refined with magical energy, being top-notch materials for crafting better alchemy weapons and armor.

The monsters, on Galos’s orders, were divided and enslaved by a few clans.

Galos walked to the center of the camp, looking at the Earth Vein Symbiotic Pool.

“Earth Vein Symbiotic Pool… throwing different ores into it can extract mineral essences, which, after being nurtured by the symbiotic pool, condense into higher-quality ores.”

“Preserving it would have long-term benefits, far more than the Diamond Giant’s body.”

The troublesome part is, he doesn’t know how to relocate the Earth Vein Symbiotic Pool, so it can only remain here.

After a bit of thought, Galos ordered the Bone-Chewing Clan to send some Ogres to station here, guarding the Earth Vein Symbiotic Pool.

“The highland where the Stone Giant Camp is located has a good geographical location.”

“Stationing a force here isn’t a waste.”

Thinking of this, Galos’s gaze flickered, suddenly realizing that perhaps he should carefully plan out his territory and followers.

“Things are different now than before.”

“After this period of management, I have taken root here, the territory is steadily developing, barring great danger, I won’t easily abandon it.”

“So, might as well practice the knowledge in ’The Prince’ and ’Lordship Theory’.”

“To govern the territory in a better way.”

Galos decided that he couldn’t let his followers develop chaotically anymore, if not well restrained, they might cause him trouble, and his territory also needs proper planning.

Before he himself is powerful enough.

The followers can better ensure Galos’s safety; they are his claws, his Scale Armor, and more crucially, they serve as his eyes and ears.

“Some important highlands, passes need sentries.”

“Pastures where herds multiply and thrive, water-rich rivers, these resource points also need guarding and control.”

“Wild powerful beasts and monsters that can’t be controlled should be pinpointed and cleared first, and the rest should be domesticated for husbandry and development.”

“…….”

A massive amount of knowledge about territory and follower management poured in like a tide, letting Galos know what to do next.

But he actually didn’t like these trivial matters very much.

Compared to spending time on territory management, Galos would rather ram into mountains and crack the earth a few more times.

“Start with the simple things, later on, I’d best recruit a smart enough follower or Dragon Race adherent, to serve as a ’Prime Minister’ role, replacing me to manage the territory and clans.”

“Samantha? Forget it, it might treat my followers like ants, making them fight each other for fun.”

“Kalu is also quite smart, with keen thought, but his intelligence is more like ’cunning treachery’, not good at governing territory.”

Galos always believed that personal power was most important, and in comparison, everything else was embellishment.

But the territory couldn’t be completely ignored.

This concerns resource acquisition during his development.

Thinking of the knowledge in ’The Prince’, Galos flapped his wings, whipping up gusts to draw all followers’ attention, hovering in mid-air, with wings spread wide like banners, casting a heavy shadow.

Under the curious gaze of many followers.

Galos said, “The Bone-Chewing Clan, Howling Moon Clan, Red Eye Clan, Clawbreak Clan… all these names will become history!”

His gaze was sharp as lightning, sweeping over the followers.

“From tonight onwards.”

“You have only one name!”

Galos raised his head, dragon roar booming like thunder from his mouth.

“Molten Iron People!”

Unifying the scattered clans, giving them one name, was the first and most important step in planning the territory, enhancing the cohesion of the followers, letting them know for whom they fight and live.

Under the witness of the twin moons and countless stars, the Molten Iron People, led by Galos, officially formed from today.

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