Chapter 184: Chapter 175: Galos: Seizing All Females!

Morning sunlight pierced through the clouds, painting the entire sky a transparent blue, reflecting on the surface of Dragon Valley’s lake like a giant sapphire until wavelets broke the reflection into shimmering ripples.

“The 95# black oil you wanted.”

Samantha pushed a large barrel of black oil in front of Galos, her voice calm with a hint of anticipation.

The tip of her tail unconsciously swayed gently, her gaze intermittently resting on the Red Iron Dragon.

Galos was well aware of the red dragon’s little thoughts, curling his lips into a fierce yet satisfied smile: “Well done.”

The red dragon’s tail swung more noticeably, joyful sparks seeping through the gaps between her scales.

But soon, her tone carried a bit of regret: “Unfortunately, my techniques are not yet refined, the control of heat is not precise enough, and the quality of the furnace limits the purification efficiency, causing some loss.”

Since being defeated by the White Dragon, Samantha had matured a lot.

Before, she would never admit her inadequacies, only complain about inadequate tools.

“It is already sufficient.” Galos lightly tapped the black oil barrel with his claw, producing a muffled echo: “Your skill will become more proficient, someday you will craft alchemical products that will shock all of Bernardo, I look forward to that day.”

Dealing with the red dragon cannot rely solely on suppression.

After teaching a lesson, appropriate encouragement is equally important.

Galos understood this well.

He even had a thought: perhaps he should compile these insights into [Dragon Taming Technique], place it in the heritage, leaving it for future generations.

Thinking of this, Galos suddenly had a question.

“If I have offspring in the future, will they inherit my adaptive evolution talent?”

“It is difficult for talents to be passed down, probably not.”

“Then what about the traits I have already evolved? Such as exploding scales, Celestial Meteor Wings, exuberant state… will these traits be entirely inherited, or only partially?”

This question, the heritage could not give Galos an answer.

He could only explore it later.

Meanwhile, when he thought about things like offspring.

Galos suddenly felt a rush of heat.

Images involuntarily emerged in his mind: once defeated Red Copper Dragon, the Samantha before him, White Dragon Trish, the beautiful centaur of the half-elf, the longing to serve him Frost Fang… almost all females flashed through his mind.

Dominate all females!

Knock down, conquer, and repeatedly humiliate the female enemies!

Let them become exclusive captives!

Bear offspring for him!

—These violent desires surged like magma.

The instinct of the evil dragon was so strong.

Although the Iron Dragon Bloodline was relatively restrained, the indulgent nature in the red dragon bloodline at this moment strongly influenced Galos.

“Hoo—”

The Red Iron Dragon deeply exhaled, the scorching breath condensing into white mist in the morning air.

He suppressed this heat with a will like steel, driving away those alluring thoughts one by one from his mind.

“Cannot be ruled by instinct.”

“Now is not the time to indulge desires.”

Galos gradually regained calmness.

The current environment was not yet stable, full of crises.

At least wait until the situation stabilizes, without so many threats needing to be addressed, before he can consider releasing these impulses a little and reproducing offspring.

“My Lord.”

The Red Iron Cavalry Commander, Dragon Vein Werewolf came to report.

It is worth mentioning that the Mixed-blood Centaur Elvira had thoughts of contending for the Iron Riders Commander with the Dragon Vein Werewolf, but Galos suppressed it, Russell’s loyalty and commanding skills had withstood the test of time, he was still his Dragon Vein Followers, Elvira was inferior.

In the Molten Iron Clan, a major factor determining follower positions is strength.

But more important than strength is Galos’s will.

As long as he wished, even the most humble kobold had the opportunity to become Battle Team Leader.

“Five strongholds of the Bloodhoof Clan have been identified, three of which are smaller in scale and have few guards, two are heavily guarded by Minotaurs.”

Russell said with a bowed head.

“Speak the key point first.”

Galos looked at the Werewolf.

“Obsidian Ore, Heavy Armor Rhino Ranch.”

Werewolf Russell said: “The largest resource point of the Bloodhoof Clan is the Obsidian Ore, they enslave other races’ creatures for mining, at the same time, they raise Heavy Armor Rhinos, selecting excellent individuals as mounts to train cavalry, those unqualified are taken for meat, Heavy Armor Rhino Ranch is the largest source of meat and forage for Minotaurs.”

Minotaurs are omnivorous creatures.

Their main food sources are grass, tender leaves, fruits, and other vegetarian foods, but they also eat meat, and if too long without meat supplementation, they become weak and develop slowly.

After a pause, the werewolf added: “During recon, we were discovered by Minotaur sentries.”

“But curiously, after their patrol team discovered us, they just symbolically chased half a league before retreating.”

The Flying Dragon Leader Tasha landed before Galos, saying: “The Bloodhoof Clan has no effective means to counter the harassment from the Flying Dragon group and now almost disregards us, mainly passive defense, occasionally countering.”

After hearing the words of the Werewolf and Flying Dragon Leader.

Galos narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.

Red Dragon Samantha spewed flames from her nostrils, suggesting: “The Bloodhoof Clan fears Dragon Valley.”

“Galos, they are not as strong as you think, I reckon, it is still most efficient to directly summon the legion, crush their headquarters.”

White Dragon Trish also nodded, rarely agreeing with the red dragon’s view: “Minotaurs are very stubborn creatures, they easily become enraged and mad when provoked, their timid and hesitant reaction proves they are actually the weaker side.”

After hearing both of them say so.

Galos felt the same thoughts.

With the mixed nature of Red Iron, he preferred straightforward combat methods, like flying over the Bloodhoof Clan now and destroying their defenses, based on the Minotaurs’ reaction, choosing to conquer or annihilate them.

But Galos’s rationality, along with the Martial Dragon’s keen sense of danger, made him feel something unusual.

Galos called Vera over, took a few sips of fresh scale powder from the Elf Dragon.

Since Vera took the job of Dream Mage, her scale powder had improved in effect.

Thoughts stimulated, becoming active, the world in his eyes turned into vibrant hues, Galos brainstormed, thought rapidly.

“According to the Centaurs’ description, the Bloodhoof Clan is extraordinary.”

“They can establish multiple strongholds in the Border Area, continue to expand, not something ordinary clans can achieve.”

“Now facing Flying Dragon provocations, cavalry scouting, instead chose to endure.”

Galos’s thoughts were more comprehensive: “Either they truly cannot cope, or they have other matters to handle, or—they are feigning weakness.”

The first idea was directly ruled out by Galos.

He was meticulous and cautious, unlike the red and white dragons who are so taken for granted.

If the Bloodhoof Clan was truly so weak, they couldn’t make the Centaurs so fearful, the White Mane Clan’s Centaur dared to hunt White Dragons, but lacked the courage to face the Bloodhoof Clan.

“Some other things, other enemies tethered the Bloodhoof Clan, or they are feigning weakness.”

“Werewolves and Flying Dragons have not detected any conflict or war between the Bloodhoof Clan and other forces.”

“If feigning weakness—why feign weakness?”

“If it is just to cope with Flying Dragon group and reconnaissance cavalry, Bloodhoof Clan has no reason to feign weakness unless my existence, or the existence of other dragons has been exposed.”

Thinking of this, Galos’s thoughts paused.

Exposure is the most likely possibility.

Moreover, Minotaurs’ feigning weakness does not mean fear of the Dragon Race.

If they truly fear the Dragon Race, they would choose to migrate or come to pledge allegiance, now expressing weakness, rather exposes the ambitious intent lurking within the Bloodhoof Clan.

Galos slowly exhaled.

His spirit gradually calmed down.

“Whether feigning weakness, or having other matters tethering.”

“Testing will reveal it, observe how they respond.”

Galos’s eyes were like torches, not rushing to attack their headquarters just because of the Bloodhoof Clan’s current reaction.

Other young dragons, even adult dragons might do so.

But Galos’s mindset was stable, he opted for a more prudent approach.

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