Chapter 179: Chapter 170: The First Meeting of the White Dragon and the Red Dragon

Border Area, Dragon Valley.

Sunlight cascaded down the rugged, steep cliffs, illuminating the oasis-like territory within the valley.

Flying dragons soared through the sky, casting shadows on the ground, while the alert guards from the Jackal-Wolf Folk closely watched for any disturbances.

Galos brought the White Dragon Trish into the valley.

“Dragon Lord, you have returned.”

Flying Dragon Leader Tasha landed before Galos, prostrating with her head bowed, showing her respect for Galos.

This robust and scar-faced flying dragon took note of the white dragon that had come with Galos, the muscles beneath her scales instantly tensing.

“White Dragon Trish, she now follows me and pledges her allegiance to me.”

Galos stated.

The Flying Dragon Leader softly spoke to the white dragon, “Esteemed White Dragon, Tasha greets you.”

This adult white dragon exuded an oppressive aura upon the flying dragon, second only to Galos.

The white dragon, meek before Galos, was considered the lowest tier among the Dragon Race, yet to other creatures, the white dragon remained a fierce and mighty top-tier magical creature.

To the sub-dragon’s greeting, the white dragon merely snorted, releasing a cold breath from her nostrils.

She didn’t respond, raising her head high with a proud and disdainful expression.

—Only in front of the sub-dragon could the white dragon feel a sense of superiority as part of the Dragon Race.

“Tasha, continue your patrol.”

Galos instructed.

The flying dragon did not immediately take flight but instead spoke in a raspy voice, “My lord, yesterday the flying dragon group discovered a group of minotaur riders attempting to approach Dragon Valley. They lingered on the periphery with iron-clad battle helmets, and once they realized they had been exposed, they retreated without coming closer.”

“Minotaurs, of the Bloodhoof Clan according to the centaurs?”

The Red Iron Dragon mused.

Centaurs are a nomadic tribe, roaming various parts of the Border Area before the White Mane Clan was subdued by Galos, thus having a better understanding of the Border Area.

Through the accounts of the Centaur Commander and the old warlock.

Galos learned of the minotaurs’ existence.

Bloodhoof Clan—large in scale, multiple times the size of the Centaur Clan, not the dominant power in the Border Area but not struggling for survival either.

They possess their own pastures, mineral veins, numerous warriors, and warlock shamans.

They trade across the great river, boasting fine weaponry and armor.

Many years ago, the Bloodhoof Clan was far inferior to the White Mane Clan, teetering on the brink of extinction like a weed-like clan.

Until the birth of Bal Bloodhoof.

He was born different, with a pair of jet-black, purely black eyes.

His fur was unlike the ordinary minotaur’s brown or chestnut, but rather ink-like in its blackness, darker than the blackest night.

His growth rate left ordinary minotaurs in the dust.

At the age of twelve, Bal killed the old chieftain in a challenge and became the ruler of the Bloodhoof Clan, swiftly rising to lead the Bloodhoof Clan in annexing other minotaur clans, crushing opposing forces, and growing ever stronger.

The previous leader of the White Mane Clan had seen Bal.

—He seemed like a demon from the abyss.

This was the White Mane Clan Leader’s assessment of Bal, a brave centaur who dared to hunt adult white dragons yet warned his people not to provoke the Bloodhoof Clan, much less oppose Bal.

The Red Iron Dragon remained silently contemplative.

Newly arrived, having just secured a foothold in the Border Area and about to enter Dragon Sleep, Galos wanted no trouble or to draw too much attention.

However, things went contrary to his wishes.

The Bloodhoof Clan, amidst expansion, had set its sights on Dragon Valley, and those retreating minotaur riders might one day return with a larger force.

Now the options before Galos were few.

One option was to abandon the territory again, move to a new place to hibernate, and return after Dragon Sleep.

The other was to eliminate the threat of the Bloodhoof Clan before Dragon Sleep.

Galos leaned towards the latter.

He had fled twice, abandoned two territories, and unless necessary, he didn’t want to do it a third time.

Moreover, the danger posed by the Monster Race in the Border Area certainly couldn’t compare to the wilderness garrisons.

“The centaurs’ description is not comprehensive enough.”

“First, determine the general situation of the Bloodhoof Clan before making a final decision.”

Galos pondered, his eyes flickering, “It’s crucial to know whether our presence has been exposed.”

This point is very important.

If not exposed, the young dragon in the shadows will firmly hold the initiative, able to use some strategic measures, but if exposed, the situation becomes troublesome, or rather simpler, because both sides are upfront, and at that time, it primarily becomes a matter of strength.

The Bloodhoof Clan has many units like the warlock shaman.

The minotaur shamans are famously formidable, their race and profession highly compatible, and the Bloodhoof Chieftain leading them is renowned, not to be underestimated.

This implies.

Taking down the entire Bloodhoof Clan with the strength of one dragon is unwise, perhaps a war is needed next for a more stable resolution to the Bloodhoof Clan.

Galos now has quite a few followers.

He doesn’t need to take risks personally for everything, doesn’t need to single-handedly break into the Bloodhoof Clan.

“Tasha, take the adult flying dragons to the Bloodhoof Clan to gather information.”

“Remember, your mission is reconnaissance, not combat, try not to get exposed, avoid any battle conflict.”

Galos immediately issued orders to the flying dragon leader.

The Bloodhoof Clan in the border area is not an obscure small clan, and the flying dragons are aware of its territorial location.

As for why not send the magic-wielding White Dragon Trish, the reason is simple, he doesn’t trust the intelligence of the White Dragon, comparatively, the two hundred-year-old Flying Dragon Tasha is more trustworthy.

The White Dragon in Galos’s eyes is currently just a fighter, and can also serve as a sparring partner.

Regarding other tasks like managing the ranch, supervising the mining, Galos doesn’t plan to let the White Dragon handle these.

“As you command.”

Tasha took several adult flying dragons, their figures gradually became distant and disappeared afar.

Meanwhile, Galos, accompanied by White Dragon Trish, arrived at his usual training ground.

“Use your ice magic on me, attack without restraint.”

The Red Iron Dragon stretched his body, sparks flew from between his spines: “No need to hold back, I won’t retaliate against you.”

“Really?”

The White Dragon skeptically glanced at him a few times, then tentatively used Ice Creation Skill, forming a few ice blades that scraped over the spine of the Red Iron Dragon, making a metal friction-like piercing sound.

Seeing the opponent truly unmoved, the White Dragon’s mouth gradually curved into a dangerous arc, starting to build stronger magic.

As the dragon’s roar sounded.

The cold wind howled, ice crystals formed on the ground, and the air became filled with dense coldness.

Galos at the center of the icy wind felt waves of chill.

His scale armor during the fierce cold wind’s grinding friction absorbed kinetic energy, heating up, then clashed with the cold wind, emitting sizzling sounds and white smoke, and then the overheated scales gradually cooled down.

Heating up, cooling down.

The explosive scales in the icy wind cycled like this, both undergoing training and never reaching the overload explosion standard.

“Very good, this can improve my ice resistance, and also effective for the explosive scales.”

Galos coiled in the icy wind, his body all cold, but his mood was fiery.

“With the new sparring White Dragon, my explosive scales should adapt faster, no longer exploding ineffectively.”

Suddenly, an angry dragon roar came from the horizon.

“Despicable White Scale! Dare to assault Dragon Valley!”

Scorching fire breath as hot as magma descended from the sky.

Due to focusing on casting, Trish didn’t notice the red dragon’s arrival, was caught off guard, and while dodging, the dragon breath grazed her spine, leaving a charred scorch mark.

Ha!

The White Dragon bared teeth, cold air surged from her mouth, the dragon scales stood slightly upright, posing an attack stance to the Red Dragon, Samantha did not fear due to the White Dragon’s size and age, showed hostility, glaring intently at the White Dragon.

The tension between the two was palpable.

However, the fight did not start.

Galos stopped them.

“Samantha, White Dragon Trish is now one of Dragon Valley, not an enemy.”

Under the Red Dragon’s puzzled gaze, Galos briefly informed her about the White Dragon’s background.

“I see.”

Red Dragon Samantha closed her wings, strutting arrogantly to the White Dragon’s side.

She didn’t hide her disdain, saying: “White Scale, it’s your honor to serve the Ignatius Brothers, to be with the true dragon.”

The White Dragon snarled angrily: “Young dragon! Apologize to me, you should show respect to dragons stronger than yourself.”

The Red Dragon snorted, flames spurted from her nostrils.

She did not respond, high-held her head, displaying a proud and contemptuous demeanor.

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