Chapter 194: Chapter 183: The Third Encounter with Red Silver Dragon Deborah, A New Riddle

The sunlight fell, casting itself on the scarred and charred earth.

With the Bloodhoof Chieftain’s death, the morale of the other Minotaurs collapsed, as if their last bit of strength was drained.

However.

The Minotaurs’ nature is stubborn and obstinate. The majority of them still resisted, swearing never to surrender.

The Bloodhoof Clan had more than just one or two strong leaders, units like Blood Fang Hodgson, and Two-headed Ogres were numerous. There was even a strong Shaman who could take on a White Dragon.

If loyalty from the Bloodhoof Clan could be secured, absorbing the Minotaur tribe.

The scale of the Molten Iron Clan would double in size.

However, Galos knew that blind expansion is not always good. Iron Dragon Solrog was in Dragon Sleep, and he too would enter this state in a year or two.

Under such circumstances.

Lacking strong control, an overly large Minotaur tribe, even if subdued, would be a hidden danger, needing prevention against betrayal.

Moreover.

Galos had no strong desire to subdue creatures that resisted stubbornly and against their own will. He had no preference for those who were unruly.

Those who defy, just kill them directly.

Spending time taming and managing them is better used in improving oneself.

With Red Dragon Blood in his veins, Galos always had a decisive and determined heart.

“For Chief Bal! Blood for blood!”

An one-eyed commander shouted, waving the Bloodhoof Tribe’s banner.

A red shadow descended from the sky.

Samantha’s dragon claw smashed the commander’s head into the ground, and when raised, the horns and skullcap remained in the palm, the headless body swayed and fell.

Whoosh!

She disdainfully glanced around and breathed out dragon flame.

The battle flag was ignited, burning into scattered fiery butterflies.

Gorging Demon Kalu tore off an arm from a leader and chewed it, while crushing another Minotaur’s skull with a backhand.

The claws of the Dragon Vein Ogre sliced through leather armor like it was paper, intestines dangled from its fangs.

A Minotaur Centurion tried to gather the remnants, but just as he raised a horn, the White Dragon’s vast, icy body blocked the sunlight.

——She had already killed the White-maned Shaman transformed into a Minotaur giant.

Frost breath engulfed the Centurion, freezing him into a lifelike ice sculpture, which a Centaur cavalryman then shattered into a hundred icy shards.

Elvira’s arrows rained down, precisely targeting mages and shamans.

The Molten Iron Clan began harvesting.

Only those who threw down their weapons and crawled on the ground in surrender were ignored.

Once they took over the Bloodhoof Clan’s resources, the Molten Iron Clan needed slaves for mining and other harsh labor. The Minotaurs’ strength was only slightly inferior to Ogres, but they had more endurance and would make good slaves.

Galos did not participate in the harvesting.

This sort of thing was left to his followers.

The Bloodhoof Clan had already collapsed, there was no need for Galos to intervene, and it was a good opportunity for the Molten Iron Legion’s monsters to vent their rage through slaughter.

It is worth mentioning that there were no Violent Bears among the slayers.

According to Galos’ instructions, they hid in a cave in Dragon Valley, guarding the Iron Dragon Solrog as it slumbered, to prevent any untoward events.

At the same time.

Galos did not completely lower his guard. He stood on the ground, his eyes narrowed to thin lines as he scanned the sky inch by inch.

Red Copper Dragon Deborah.

No, now it should be Red Silver Dragon Deborah.

Galos did not forget this fact.

His mind was cautious, always considering the worst-case scenario.

Since learning of the encounter between the Red Silver Dragon and Samantha, Galos had realized that he might again be targeted by Deborah.

This little female dragon seemed to have an obsession with him.

Moreover, damn luck seemed to favor the Metal Dragons, aligning her twice with him by chance, and the third time, though she didn’t confront him directly, she ran into Samantha.

“Where exactly are you hiding?”

Galos found no unusual traces in the sky, pondering in his heart.

Though he had no evidence, he felt that there was a high probability the Red Silver Dragon was on this battlefield. Galos originally thought she might attempt an ambush during his battle with Bal. If it were him, that is what he would do.

Yet there was nothing.

This made Galos a little suspicious, but he still believed the Red Silver Dragon was present.

Perhaps he had underestimated the Metal Dragon’s moral baseline.

The other might disdain actions like ambush.

At this moment.

A Minotaur with blood-red eyes seemed to be mentally breaking down, charging at the Red Iron Dragon.

“Blood for blood!”

The Minotaur growled, full of killing intent.

As Galos was pondering the matter of Red Silver Dragon Deborah, and as the Minotaur approached, he impatiently flicked his dragon tail casually.

Just as the dragon tail was about to hit the Minotaur.

The seemingly ordinary Minotaur suddenly shone with a flowing light, with faint runes circulating within, rapidly transforming into a dragon form over fifteen meters long.

It was Red Silver Dragon Deborah.

She was considerably different from the last time they met.

Her scales were mainly a brilliant crimson, but there were thousands of diamond-shaped silver scales meticulously aligned along the spine, wing bones, and tail vertebrae. Her newly grown Silver Dragon horns spiraled upwards, engraved with snow lotus-like gilded patterns.

Her tail and wings took up a larger proportion of her body, slender and well-balanced, giving her an elegant posture. The curves of her neck, dragon spine, and tail were just right, her long neck and streamlined torso forming a crescent arc.

With her Silver Dragon mixed lineage activated, Deborah’s elegance soared, appearing graceful and beautiful to the Dragon Race.

However.

The elegant and beautiful Red Silver Dragon was sent flying into the sky with a casual flick of Galos’ dragon tail.

She shouted dramatically, “Ah—! It hurts! My bones are falling apart! You evil and rude Red Iron Dragon, you must compensate for my lost scales! Mental damage fees! And Stable Flying Posture Fees!”

Galos was at a loss for words.

He watched the beautiful Red Silver Dragon tumbling in the air, as though mortally wounded, the battlefield’s remaining ferocity slightly dispersed by this familiar exaggeration.

“Deborah, cut the theatrics, appearing now means you want to relive the past defeats, and be beaten until you cry and run back to your Silver Dragon’s Nest to complain to your elders?”

“I would be glad to gain another fortune from you.”

He said.

Is it because she thinks he just finished fighting and is now weak, making it a good time for revenge?

There was some fatigue.

But not to the point of weakness.

Galos’ gaze swept over Deborah, whose size was near that of a White Dragon, with no fear in his eyes.

Meanwhile.

The Red Silver Dragon gracefully flapped her wings, hovering mid-air amidst the morning light and smoke, her crimson base with silver scales creating a magnificent gleam under the sun.

Faced with Galos’ questioning, she didn’t get angry, instead, a playful smile spread across her face.

“If you can answer my riddle, I won’t require your compensation.”

She then slightly raised her long neck, like a poet about to recite on a ruined stage, her voice intentionally raising and lowering, imbued with the unique rhythm of a Silver Dragon and the flamboyant pitch of a Red Copper Dragon, clearly saying:

“It uses unextinguished fire as a guide, and untouched land as a nest; you awaken its heartbeat by tearing the earth, and I traverse through smoke just to chase its glory.”

“It feasts on cowards’ leftover dreams, and drinks deeply from the wounds of the brave; it tempers stars in desperate situations, and plants new seeds at the end.”

She paused slightly, looked at Galos, and asked: “Tell me, mixed-blood Dragon, what is it?”

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