Chapter 139: Chapter 136: This Is No Ordinary Monster—A Heavy Blow Is Needed

In the darkened sky, an invisible hand seemed to stir the winds and clouds, sweeping layers of forest waves, as bean-sized raindrops poured down torrentially, wailing between the mountains and wilderness, raising a pale curtain of rain.

Galos stood in the wind and rain like steel cast in iron.

Beside him, the Iron Dragon and the Red Dragon also spread their wings, standing upright, dragon faces filled with excitement, revealing their sharp dragon teeth.

“Crush those lowly crawlers!”

Samantha snorted fire from her nostrils, growling.

“They will pay the price in blood for their arrogance!”

Solrog’s hard dragon scales clanged crisply.

The Ignatius Brothers understood each other well enough that when they saw the change in expression and gaze of Galos, there was no need to ask further; they already knew Galos’s intentions.

Unlike Galos.

The Red Dragon and Iron Dragon were already filled with killing intent, longing to skin and dismember those humans daring to extort them, but Galos had always restrained them, told them to endure.

And now.

Galos was also enraged.

He had already made concessions, but the other side kept pressing step by step.

In fact, if you stood from the human side’s perspective, their actions did not seem inappropriate.

If this Monster Race was weak, they would directly use their private army to subdue and completely take over. If it was strong enough to make them feel fearful and went berserk at war, it was better; they could apply for the defense forces to suppress and ruthlessly strike, then shower them with favor for submission.

The nobility was not interested in normal cooperation.

They wanted a complete control in a superior-subordinate relationship.

But from Galos’s perspective, this was totally unacceptable.

The noble’s probing and provocation were touching Galos’s bottom line.

This made him feel immense danger.

Then, he felt dread in his heart, fear arose, boiling killing intent surged within him.

Nonetheless, now was not the time for direct action.

The more the situation, the more calmness and rationality were needed, consequences must be thought through, retreat paths must be planned.

Galos inhaled deeply, drawing the wind and rain into his lungs, then slowly exhaled.

“Solrog, instruct all battle squad leaders to be ready for combat, order the leaders staying in the territory to organize, and immediately retreat to the Quenching Highlands.”

“Samantha, clean up Needleleaf Valley, take everything possible, destroy what’s impossible to take.”

The meaning conveyed in these words was clear.

Galos intended to abandon this territory.

He was decisive, and since he had decided to overturn the table, he went straight into migration preparations, not giving the other side a chance for subsequent retaliatory strikes.

Upon hearing this, Samantha hesitated.

She couldn’t bear to leave the territory she had managed for a long time, couldn’t bear the wealth it brought.

“Wait, Galos, are we giving up the territory?”

“Not giving up, just temporarily retreating, we will return sooner or later.”

“Why? A Viscount’s army definitely cannot defeat us, we can kill them all! Continue to occupy here.”

Viscount, in the human world, is not considered a high-ranking noble.

Samantha was still as proud as ever, thinking only the high nobles or Great Lords were worth her avoidance.

Glancing at the calm gaze of Galos, the Iron Dragon sneered, suppressing the swirling emotions, said: “Foolish, do you think the Lothern Federation will tolerate three Evil Dragons nesting near the trade routes, will they sit and watch us become full-fledged?”

“The Viscount is not a concern, but when we display claws, show our sharpness, it will surely draw more attention.”

“By then, if we still stay here, waiting for the strong ones to besiege and punish, it’s a dead end.”

“With the nobility of our Dragon Race, with the value of our Dragon Race, it might even attract the Legendary.”

“Once a Legendary comparable to Ancient Dragons arrives and we are still in place, then there’ll be no chance to escape.”

“And not even needing a Legendary, those high life-level powerhouses can pose a danger to us.”

When the Iron Dragon could suppress its emotions and think calmly.

Its wisdom far exceeded Samantha’s.

What it said was also Galos’s thought.

Each Legendary is the pillar of their kingdom, the core of various races and countries, the Viscount behind won’t have a Legendary, otherwise, he wouldn’t be a Viscount coming to the wilderness and monsters for food.

But within the vast Lothern Federation, there are Legendary Powerhouses, even stationed troops in Sel Wilderness have Legends, otherwise, they couldn’t suppress the savage beasts and monsters of the wilderness.

Once the Viscount’s dispatched people are killed.

Among them, there’s a noble descendant.

This will undoubtedly be seen as a provocation to the Lothern Federation.

In the eyes of Sel Wilderness’s defense forces, it definitely would seem that the Molten Iron Clan is no ordinary clan anymore, that several Evil Dragons have become a threat to the Federation, must be struck hard!

If continuing to linger at Scale Earth Rift.

The ensuing script is conceivable.

First, the Viscount will send troops for revenge, then be defeated by the Dragons, subsequently, a more formal legion arrives, if still unable to deal with several Evil Dragons, the strong warriors among the defense forces will directly strike.

Or there might not be so much winding.

Upon discovering several Dragons, a strong warrior with a hunting interest will, without waiting for the Viscount to send troops or apply for military support, strike first and earn a handsome reward.

“In any case, Scale Earth Rift can no longer be stayed in, we must retreat.”

Galos gazed sharply, slowly saying, “And before that, I will make those people pay a painful price.”

In reality, the most rational choice would be to tuck tails and retreat with the clan, leaving those humans untouched.

But Galos was not a person of absolute rationality.

He had his own demands, his own desires.

Did he survive and grow by walking on thin ice just to flee every time danger approached, tail between his legs?

No.

He did it so that in moments like these, even if he must retreat, he would make those who disrupted his peaceful life pay a price, making them understand the consequences of provoking him.

He did it so that he wouldn’t have to be tolerant when facing similar situations in the future.

The first time he abandoned his territory due to the threats of the Black Rock Dwarves, Galos did not have the courage to resist, migrating overnight like a stray dog.

But this time, he would make the enemy remember the pain.

If there is a next time, the one fleeing may not be him.

Soon, through the Communication Stone, orders were issued urgently.

The combat units led by Kalu did not return to organize the territory’s taxes; instead, taking advantage of the rain and Mages’ cover, they closed in silently and gradually on the noble offspring’s encampment.

The leaders within various territories of the Molten Iron Clan also received orders, mobilizing their people to pack up their lands and head to the Quenching Highlands.

In the blink of an eye, four days had passed.

In the past few days, the rain fluctuated in intensity, but as of today, it continued to pour heavily, the raindrops the size of beans striking the leather tents with a crisp sound.

In the largest tent, the oppressive scent of perfume and roasted meat hung heavily in the air.

Edmund reclined lazily on a lounge chair, playing with a Crystal Ball in his hand.

He seemed leisurely, more like on vacation than training in the wilderness.

“Young master, will those monsters really pay their taxes obediently?”

Brent obsequiously offered chilled wine.

“I say we should just raid their nests directly.”

Edmund glanced at the Tax Collector: “Do you know where their nests are?”

“Uh, not at the moment.”

Brent laughed awkwardly.

Edmund sipped his wine leisurely, his light blue pupils reflecting the defensive line set up outside the tent.

The five Alchemy Golems formed a circular defensive line, Thorn Knights were training in the rain, and further away stood the Frost Giant controlled by Magic, its eye sockets empty and hollow.

“Patience is needed.”

Edmund said with disdain, “After all, beasts are beasts, their foolish and primitive minds can’t conceive any strategy.”

He truly looked down upon the wilderness creatures from the bottom of his heart.

Or rather, all intelligent beings living in civilized lands were full of prejudice against the primitive and vulgar monsters of the wilderness.

For instance.

The Goblin Kingdom within the Lothern Federation completely refused to acknowledge the Goblin Race in the wilderness as the same species, considering them merely as ’pseudo-goblin’ monsters with similar appearances.

Edmund swirled his wine glass, downing the red liquid in one gulp.

“Perhaps initially they might feel unwilling and try some tricks when handing over taxes, but in the face of wise and civilized us, the thoughts of beasts would only be laughable.”

Edmund said leisurely, “The taxes demanded now are just the beginning.”

“Next, I will keep probing their limits, applying pressure bit by bit, squeezing all their wealth out, and bringing them completely under control.”

Learning Magic is extremely costly.

To secure his footing in the Azure Sky Academy in the future, Edmund didn’t mind exploiting resources dry for a substantial fortune initially.

From his perspective, these excessive demands wouldn’t pose any issues as long as he eventually achieved success and became a high-level Mage, earning wealth and honor would be an easy feat.

Brent continued to laugh fawningly, nodding repeatedly.

This young master was truly a favored star, his background actually limiting him, and his future achievements were bound to far surpass his father’s; if he indeed became a Legendary Mage, then his name would spread throughout the Raymond Duchy, becoming a pillar of the nation.

The atmosphere inside the tent was relaxed.

Edmund sipped the fine wine, elegantly using knives and forks to cut the roast.

However, beneath the calm, an undercurrent surged.

The Martial Monk Bain in the shadows suddenly opened his eyes, pupils narrowing.

“Something is approaching.”

He said solemnly.

“Uncle Bain, are you being too tense?”

The magical alarm outside the camp remained silent, Edmund was indifferent.

Until, boom!

A dull, unnatural thunder echoed in the sky, approaching from afar.

The Frost Giant was the first to notice the anomaly.

This automaton crafted by Alchemy and Necromancy suddenly let out a shrill howl.

The nearby knights looked up, seeing the direction the giant pointed.

The stormy sky suddenly tore open.

A red ominous star tore through the clouds, its tail flames scorching a vacuum channel where raindrops vaporized into pale mist before falling, the light was not the normal orange-red of a meteor but a dark crimson more akin to biological blood, as if the firmament had been cut open with a deep wound.

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