Chapter 196: Chapter 185: The True Purpose of the Red Silver Dragon

“Blood as firewood, lament as the wind.”

“………”

Red Silver Dragon Deborah blinked, her elongated neck slightly leaning forward, her body with a red base and silver scales glinting brilliantly under the sunlight.

The riddles given by Galos had many concrete symbols.

Blood, lament, broken spear, scorched earth… They were all tangible, making them not hard to guess.

As a master naturally gifted in solving riddles.

After thinking for a few seconds, the Red Silver Dragon decisively said, “War, it’s war!”

Under her expectant gaze, Galos slowly nodded and praised without reservation, “You guessed it right, you are the best riddle-solving Metal Dragon I’ve ever seen.”

Hearing this, Red Silver Dragon Deborah’s tail tip slightly perked up, unable to conceal her joy.

She possessed the nature of a Red Copper Dragon, and the most wonderful moments in her life were twofold: one was revealing the answer to a perplexed riddle-solver, and the other was cracking meticulously crafted riddles by others.

“Is there more? Give me another one!”

She said, “I can answer another one, granting you an extra chance to command me.”

The Red Silver Dragon looked at Galos with eyes full of anticipation.

Among the Metal Dragon Race, the Red Copper Dragons and Brass Dragons, one being Riddle Dragons and the other Chatty Dragons, were the two most unwelcome dragon types. Very few dragons, or rather other sentient beings, were willing to solve riddles or chat with them.

But as long as there was a shared interest.

It was easy to befriend these two types of dragons.

Galos was well aware of this, but he shook his head, refusing to continue playing games with the Red Silver Dragon. Knowing where to stop was important; one should not always indulge the other.

“You have answered my riddle, I permit you to follow the adventure.”

Galos solemnly said, “But you must remember your words, obey my commands, or our relationship ends here.”

The Red Silver Dragon nodded, “As long as it doesn’t violate my moral principles.”

Galos squinted slightly and suddenly asked, “If one day I start a war in the Border Area, would that go against your moral code?”

“Border Area?” the Red Silver Dragon was somewhat puzzled.

“The land beneath us, the buffer zone between Sel Wilderness and Eternal Frost Tundra.”

Galos: “Don’t you know about this place?”

Red Silver Dragon realized, saying, “Of course I do, this is where I was born, but in my heritage, it is recorded as the Border Area, the term ’buffer zone’ isn’t commonly used.”

After explaining.

The Red Silver Dragon answered Galos’ question, saying, “War is just a means, not an end. It depends on what for.”

She looked at Galos, and said:

“If it’s for slaughter, to satisfy one’s violent heart, then I will refuse your command, at most, I won’t oppose you, but I won’t become your accomplice.”

Galos: “What about for wealth or resources?”

The Red Silver Dragon righteously shook her head, “That is an unjust act, I cannot agree with it.”

Galos pondered for a moment, and said, “What if there’s a share for you?”

Ahem… The Red Silver Dragon suddenly covered her mouth with a claw, then seriously said, “Most creatures in the Border Area are ignorant and savage; having wealth and resources consolidated in the hands of the Dragon Race allows for better development, which is beneficial for the Border Area!”

Galos didn’t ask further.

He probably had grasped the basic character of the Red Silver Dragon.

Decidedly Chaotic Good.

Having moral principles, but not many, and the baseline is quite flexible.

If it were a Gold and Silver Dragon with Lawful Good traits, they wouldn’t initiate war purely for wealth or resources, nor support such behavior.

—They would punish evil while incidentally acquiring wealth and resources in the process.

At this moment.

The followers of the Molten Iron Legion had finished the battle, killed the resistors, disarmed the surrenderers, and wrapped up the aftermath.

They collected all intact equipment and items, not even sparing the Minotaur corpses.

Wartime logistics aren’t too big of an issue for the Molten Iron Clan.

Besides the Centaurs, creatures such as the Ogres, Jackal-Wolf Folk, and Gray-haired Werewolves are inherently savage and bloodthirsty; fallen enemies become their food, and in extreme hunger, even deceased kinsmen become their reserve nourishment.

Sentient beings in the Civilized World see this as barbaric.

But in resource-scarce places like the Border Area, it’s part of natural selection, where the winner takes all, leaving the defeated completely stripped.

The followers went through an intense bloody battle.

Indulging their nature, they tore at Minotaur bodies as food, eating raw and bloody to replenish their weary bodies, without even simple roasting or steaming.

Galos landed on the ground, neither stopping nor partaking.

Maybe due to a blend of human traits, he had no appetite for humanoids, but he wouldn’t prevent his underling followers from feeding on Minotaurs.

Ignoring Galos’s personal psychological reasons, Minotaurs are indeed excellent food, a premium source of protein and energy.

Kalu approached with heavy steps.

He had many wounds, but considering his abundant vitality, they weren’t serious; he was holding a Minotaur head, savoring it eagerly.

Galos scrutinized and found it was the Bloodhoof Chieftain’s head.

“My master, please enjoy the Minotaur head, it is the most delicious part and eating more makes you smarter.”

Chewing on a horn piece, Kalu’s voice was muffled, yet he didn’t forget to offer the Minotaur brain to the Red Iron Dragon, extending the head to Galos, though somewhat reluctantly.

“No need.”

Galos shook his head.

Kalu’s fierce face showed a simple smile, asking, “Then, could I eat the remains of the Bloodhoof Chieftain?”

He came to offer it genuinely, but the main purpose was to seek Galos’ permission to devour Bal’s remains. He eagerly eyed them but was hindered by the fact they were Galos’ kill, and by Ogre customs, it was Galos’ trophy, meaning he couldn’t eat directly.

“Go on and eat.”

Galos saw through the Gluttonous Demon’s little scheme and said.

“Thanks!”

Kalu coiled his body into a ball, rolling towards where Bal’s remains laid, joyfully feasting.

Gluttonous Demons grow by eating.

Consuming high-grade food can uplift Kalu’s life level.

The Bloodhoof Chieftain had exhausted the Demon Blood, leaving behind decaying remains, but the essence of life was there, making it a rare delicacy to Kalu.

“Aren’t you going to eat?”

Red Silver Dragon Deborah asked, her gaze turning to the White Dragon and the Red Dragon eating.

At that moment, Samantha was tearing into a mammoth, while White Dragon Trish ripped at the Minotaur’s flesh, her face covered in blood, exuding a fierce aura.

Galos lightly shook his head.

In Dragon Valley, there were spice reserves brought by caravans; compared to raw food, Galos now preferred consuming well-cooked and richly flavored meals.

Now, conditions allowed it.

In his rigorous training lifestyle, gourmet food was a rare indulgence.

Deborah watched the unique Red Iron Dragon, focusing on its rugged yet serene side.

Neither joining the feast nor stopping the atrocity.

This contradiction made her scales itch, intensely curious.

This Red Iron Dragon is so different from the evil dragons I know, perhaps he’s not an evil dragon?

The Red Silver Dragon thought to herself.

Suddenly, a rustling sound of flying came to her ears.

The Red Silver Dragon turned her head and saw the petite Elf Dragon Vera.

To the existence of a Plane Dragon, the Red Silver Dragon was greatly astonished, and she was surprised at how it could mingle with evil dragons, though she had noticed the Elf Dragon while trailing Galos, so she reacted calmly now.

On second thought, an Elf Dragon, being a chaotic good type, mingling with evil dragons is plausible.

As for the Red Silver Dragon herself, she considered she wasn’t siding with evil dragons.

Adventure seeking was just one of her goals; she had another purpose.

—To subtly influence Galos, turning him into a good dragon!

“Hey, newcomer, you’re joining Dragon Valley, right?”

The Elf Dragon circled around the Red Silver Dragon, saying, “Remember, I am the third, and you should be the sixth.”

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