Chapter 118: Chapter 117: The Master of Red Wings and the King of Iron Meet Again

A majestic figure leaped directly across the river, stomping the unfortunate Jackal-Wolf Folk flat.

“Dragon Vein Gluttonous Demon?!”

Solrog’s heart skipped a beat.

It didn’t know the origins of the Dragon Vein Gluttonous Demon, nor could it understand its relationship with the Stone Giants in such a short time.

Yet this did not hinder Solrog from realizing that this guy was the leader of the Ogres.

At this moment, the Ogres caught the Kobolds lurking underwater and tore them apart, crossing the bloodstained river while enduring the Jackal-Wolf Folk’s poisonous arrows to reach the opposite shore.

Facing the enormous disparity in strength.

The command issued by the Iron Dragon had a certain effect, but it was limited.

“Retreat!”

Solrog decisively gave the order to abandon the riverbank position.

It did not engage the Dragon Vein Gluttonous Demon, retreating with its followers, not in a straight-line withdrawal, but along the river, running downstream, periodically using Dragon Breath to disrupt and hinder the Gluttonous Demon and the Ogre Mage.

One minute later.

Thunk!

The Ogre vanguard stepped onto the ground, its entire calf buried deeply.

Unknowingly, the Ogres were lured into a soft mud area, where their heavy and large bodies became a burden, with each step sinking deeply into the mud and requiring great effort to pull out.

The Jackal-Wolf Folk could move like it was flat land, while Kobolds could burrow directly into the mud to move swiftly.

“Stop! Counterattack!”

Solrog succinctly issued the command.

Its Jackal Wolfman Warriors surrounded the Ogres on the mushy mudflats, harassing them with poison arrows and spear-like weapons, leveraging speed and agility to counter the Ogres stuck in the mud.

Observing the Ogres trudging awkwardly through the mud.

A cold smile appeared on Iron Dragon Solrog’s lips, and the illusion of victory burned in its Dragon Eyes.

It gazed at the Dragon Vein Gluttonous Demon.

The target’s body was mostly buried in the mud; although it could break free with brute strength, its speed was significantly impacted and slowed.

“Mere Ogres dare to challenge the great King of Iron.”

Solrog pondered.

Its intent was to retreat, avoiding confrontation for the moment.

But after gaining a certain advantage, it entertained the thought of defeating this Ogre force.

Giants and Dragons are renowned as powerful beings.

Yet Ogres were inconsequential, and even the Gluttonous Demon posed no intimidation.

Solrog felt that being pushed back by Ogres would be the utmost humiliation; the great King of Iron intended to bury these offending Ogres in the mire.

The Iron Dragon folded its wings like an arrow, swooping towards Kalu.

Its Dragon Claw targeted the neck of the Gluttonous Demon.

Just as the Dragon Claw was about to touch the target, the Iron Dragon suddenly veered, avoiding the perilous direct path, tearing through the Demon’s shoulder from the side, spilling parboiled blood.

The first strike was a probe.

Solrog remained vigilant.

It locked onto the Gluttonous Demon, continuing probing attacks, leaving scratch marks with claws and inflicting wounds with Dragon Breath, evading all of the Demon’s retaliations.

“Dull reactions and foolish, attacking straightforwardly without adaptability.”

The Gluttonous Demon’s behavior matched the stereotypical impressions from the legacy.

Solrog’s pride grew incrementally; eager to finalize the conflict, its attacks became broader and its defenses waned.

Hoo!

The Iron Dragon spread its wings, its steely body once again diving toward the Gluttonous Demon.

This time, the Dragon Claw re-targeted the Gluttonous Demon’s neck, not probing – faster than any previous attack.

However.

Just before the Dragon Claw was about to touch the target.

The Gluttonous Demon grinned widely.

Its Wolf Fang Club lifted at an incredible angle, viciously and fiercely pounding Solrog’s chest-abdomen, Diamond Sharp Teeth breaking through scale armor, carving a ghastly wound.

Heavy and intense pain arose from below.

The Iron Dragon was sent flying, its ten-meter body tumbling in the mud, carving a lengthy trench.

Compounding the calamity.

When Solrog stood, barely flapping its wings; the Two-headed Mage’s spells had just completed, with an acid ray and a freezing ray precisely hitting the Iron Dragon’s wings as though premeditated.

The acid corroded wing membranes, while frost condensed fragile ice crystals at the joints.

Solrog staggered, trying to ascend again.

The Gluttonous Demon’s freed-from-mud figure blasted in like a cannonball.

Bang! The Wolf Fang Club struck the Iron Dragon’s hard head, smashing it into the muddy ground.

When the Gluttonous Demon attempted the follow-up attack, the Iron Dragon frantically writhed, roaring, its claws gouged deep marks into the Demon’s arm.

The blood-drenched Dragon head lowered for a ferocious impact on the Demon’s body, charging across the muddy expanse, its sturdy Iron Dragon horn tearing apart the scales on the Demon’s chest, a mess of blood and flesh.

But in the end, it’s all in vain.

The life force of the Dragon Vein Gluttonous Demon is as strong as that of the Dragon Race.

Kalu confronted the Iron Dragon head-on, combined with the concentrated attacks from the mages, quickly turning the tide. More ogre warriors swarmed, ignoring the harassment from the Jackal-Wolf Folk and kobolds, and surrounded Solrog.

After a period.

Solrog fell amidst the ogres’ siege, exhausted and wrapped tightly in alchemy chains.

The Jackal-Wolf Folk and kobolds scattered and fled, only to be captured.

“Hey, Iron Dragon, submit to the great Master of Red Wings.”

After the battle, Kalu propped his body with a wolf fang club and stood before the battered Iron Dragon, speaking.

He was the main force in the siege of the young dragon, and also the most counterattacked. The physique of the Dragon Vein Gluttonous Demon faced the frenzied counterattack from the young Iron Dragon, ultimately suffering serious injuries to successfully capture it.

Solrog was somewhat dazed.

This sounds like a title from the Dragon Race, not the Stone Giants.

“Aren’t you followers of the Stone Giants?”

Solrog felt something amiss and struggled to ask.

“Stone Giants? Oh, you mean the Stone Giants of Quenching Highlands, they’ve been completely wiped out by the great Master of Red Wings.”

Knowing the Dragon Lord was watching the battlefield from the sky, Ugo echoed with praise: “Great Master of Red Wings, it is the ominous star representing death, the red punishment from the heavens, the future Supreme Dragon King ruling the wilds!”

“Submit to the Master of Red Wings, pledge your allegiance to the Master of Red Wings, it’s your only chance for survival.”

The Iron Dragon remained silent.

It hadn’t anticipated these ogres were followers of the Dragon Race, and the so-called Master of Red Wings had destroyed the Stone Giant Camp.

“Your Master of Red Wings, is it a Red Dragon?”

Solrog asked again.

Suddenly.

Before the ogres could reply, a burst of rumbling came from high above.

Solrog instinctively raised his dragon head, seeing a red comet ripping through the clouds, descending from the sky.

No,

it’s not a red comet.

At such a distance, it could see clearly, it was a dragon trailing dark red flames after its wings, forming a comet-like trail!

The Master of Red Wings descended swiftly.

The ogres wisely cleared a space.

Boom! Just before hitting the ground, the dragon’s wings swung, stirring up a gust of wind and a shockwave, yet its body stopped steadily, landing in front of Iron Dragon Solrog.

Solrog stared blankly, eyeing the Master of Red Wings.

Its length was twelve meters, not much different from itself, but overall appeared many times larger, with those enormous and exaggerated wings, dense scales, a thick long tail, and the muscle contour sharply visible through the scale armor……together forming an unimaginable shape.

At first glance.

Resembled a heavily armored, incomparably strong Red Dragon.

Strangely, Solrog felt a bit of familiar aura from it.

But now the situation was critical, it didn’t have the time to investigate the familiar source.

“Mighty Master of Red Wings.”

Solrog lowered its head, avoiding direct eye contact, and softly said: “If I accidentally offended you, I’m willing to pay with my territory and followers, please forgive me.”

Among dragons.

The defeated submitting to the victor, paying a price, can avoid death.

Without deep-seated hatred, the battles between dragons rarely result in death; the purpose is usually to teach and enslave the other party. The victor would demand the defeated to pledge allegiance, serve for a period, or offer a ransom satisfactory enough.

If it were the enemy giants.

Solrog would rather die than submit.

But as fellow dragons, bowing to the other is not an unacceptable thing, the worst outcome being serving and pledging allegiance for a period.

After speaking, Solrog awaited the other’s response.

A few seconds later.

It heard a voice somewhat altered but still familiar.

“Raise your head, look at me carefully.”

The Iron Dragon widened its eyes in astonishment, looked up.

The dragon face covered with spines and fine scales was unfamiliar.

But those dark eyes, the expression as if looking at an idiot, that characteristic formed by red iron mixed blood, made the Iron Dragon feel increasingly familiar.

No way?

No way!

An inkling of a guess arose in its heart, yet it seemed too unreal and unwilling to believe.

“Oh, Solrog, my foolish, pitiful, and weak brother.”

“So it was you, sorry, I thought it was another dragon, my followers were a bit harsh.”

Galos looked down at the Iron Dragon, tilted his head, first expressing apologies, then curiously asked: “Where are your wings that cover the sky? I didn’t see them.”

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