Chapter 99: Chapter 99: First Night Rights, Lightning Evolution, Stone Giant

Within the Howling Moon Clan.

Galos summoned Chieftain Russell, informed him about the purple copper mine, put him in charge of the mining operations, then instructed him to prepare to communicate and reconnect with Nick’s Trading Team, giving him many tasks.

In the next trade, aside from black oil.

Galos allowed the clan to profit themselves, but the condition is that it cannot affect his acquisition of black oil.

This can stimulate the clan’s own initiative, as they follow Galos for a better life, a brighter future, and Galos is not an Evil Dragon; as long as they perform well, he will give them opportunities.

Additionally.

If one only demands black oil, the behavior will seem unusual.

Bernardo Planet has many large black oil fields, so black oil reserves are plentiful, but this doesn’t mean black oil is a resource that can be casually obtained, nor does it imply that anyone can utilize black oil.

No country would despise having too much of their own black oil.

It is mainly used to power large alchemy tools like Alchemy Golems, making it strategic material, thus regulated to some extent.

Though it is possible to purchase through regular channels, it’s always limited.

In the merchants of Sel Wilderness.

Usually privately trading with the stationed troops of local oil fields, transporting black oil to the Southern Countries, then reselling it to some smaller countries that need black oil but lack enough resources locally.

Purchasing black oil from the Southern Countries, then transporting it to Sel Wilderness.

This behavior is somewhat strange.

Why is a Monster Race in the wilderness alone eager for black oil? And with continuous large demands? If this is noticed by someone attentive, it will probably bring unnecessary trouble.

“Dragon Lord, please accept this.”

Russell presented a Communication Stone.

“This is something from the last trading team.”

“Through this, when you can’t conveniently come, you can issue commands to us remotely.”

He kindly, though unnecessarily, explained to Galos.

“Next time, let the trading team bring more Communication Stones.”

Galos accepted the Communication Stone and said.

Flapping his wings, he lifted barrels of black oil packed in Iron Vine Nets, ready to take flight.

At that moment, Frost Fang was just returning, Russell saw his daughter’s approach, recalled the clan’s records on Dragon Race habits, hesitated briefly, then called out to Galos: “Wait, Dragon Lord, please hold on.”

Galos looked down at Russell.

“Anything else?”

Russell pulled Frost Fang to his side and, under Galos’s puzzled gaze, whispered, “Honorable Dragon Lord, to celebrate your return, Frost Fang will offer her first night to serve you.”

“If you can’t feel satisfied, all the young werewolves in the Howling Moon Clan are at your disposal.”

Galos’s eyes widened.

Still a young dragon, he didn’t quite understand Russell’s current line of thought.

Frost Fang stood obediently by her father’s side and did not show anger or dissatisfaction; instead, there was a hint of anticipation in her eyes.

Galos fixed his gaze on this young female werewolf.

Her fur was bright, teeth white and clean, eyes clear and lively, tiny fuzz spread across her upright ears, with a long tail and limbs, a body proportioned just right, she was a beautiful female werewolf.

Dragons have the eyes to discover beauty in all things.

Galos naturally appreciated Frost Fang’s beauty.

Yet he still didn’t understand, why did Russell suddenly say this?

“Did I inadvertently reveal a lustful side?”

Galos carefully reconsidered and couldn’t recall ever showing such behavior, so he directly asked Russell why he had these thoughts.

Russell stammered, and finally, under Galos’s gaze, tentatively said, “Our clan’s records say that male Dragon Lords require clan females to offer their first night rights.”

“To increase your regard and affection towards the Howling Moon Clan, I thought, instead of waiting for you to ask, I would proactively offer it.”

Galos remained silent.

It really wasn’t Russell’s fault for having this crooked idea.

Because the clan’s records weren’t incorrect.

Like Red Dragon types of Evil Dragon Lords, indeed enjoy doing such things, indulging promiscuously, breeding Dragon Descendant offspring with the clan directly, then having these Dragon Descendant offspring act as their core guards.

As for reproductive isolation.

This doesn’t exist for Dragons.

Dragon bloodlines are powerful and dominant; combining with almost any creature can give birth to Dragon Descendants.

However.

Usually, dragons beyond youth, some desires begin to blossom, and they might have thoughts in this regard.

At least for now, at fourteen, Galos has no interest in this, even though his well-trained little dragon strength already far surpasses normal young dragons.

And even if he were interested.

Without mastering Transformation Technique, the enormous size difference between both parties couldn’t lead to anything substantial.

Transformation Technique, a magic all dragons will master, typically awakens during adolescence.

Metal Dragons, especially Golden Dragons and Silver Dragons, like using Transformation Technique to blend in with other intelligent species and explore the world, whereas Evil Dragons use it mainly for indulgence.

Frost Fang hesitantly said, “Great Dragon Lord, I willingly serve you.”

Combining with Dragon Races to give birth to Dragon Descendant werewolves.

This is beneficial for the Howling Moon Clan, allowing them to forge closer ties with Galos.

Moreover, Frost Fang herself also admires Galos’s great power.

The aesthetic of power, strong and formidable, a mighty and fierce dragon form not only attracts Dragon Race but also makes Frost Fang admire him across species.

“Let’s talk about it later.”

Galos didn’t agree, nor did he directly refuse.

Leaving this sentence behind, he soared into the sky.

“Father, do you think the Dragon Lord would agree?”

Frost Fang blinked and asked Russell.

“He will, he will.”

Russell whispered, “The Dragon Lord has at least half the Red Dragon bloodline in him, the clan’s records say male Red Dragons are very lustful.”

Swept-back, imposing dragon horns.

A faint scent of sulfur and fiery flames.

A strong physique.

Thick tusks protruding from the upper and lower jaws.

A dense array of sharp thorns.

These are all traits of Red Dragons. Although Russell was not familiar with the Iron Dragon, such a sub-species of dragon, he understood the renowned Red Dragon well enough to see that Galos possessed the Red Dragon bloodline.

It is said.

The human army most fears waging war against a male Red Dragon Lord.

Partly because Red Dragons themselves are formidable.

Another reason is that male Red Dragons are indiscriminate and almost always in heat, with a strong reproductive capacity, leading to numerous Dragon Descendant offspring under their command.

“I want to give birth to a litter of little wolf cubs with dragon scales.”

Frost Fang said longingly.

Time then passed slowly with the alternation of day and night in the wilderness.

Galos paid little mind to the small incident with the Howling Moon Clan, and afterward descended again upon the Red Eye Clan at Wailing Cliff, solidifying the loyalty of the Jackal-Wolf Folk to himself.

No unexpected events occurred during this time.

The Bloodtooth Commander held his clan’s rule firmly, maintaining his prime despite the six years passing.

Worth mentioning.

A Jackal-Wolf Folk Mage emerged from the Red Eye Clan, the same Jackal-Wolf Sentry who fainted at the sight of Galos for the first time.

At the time, Galos thought the sentry had good perceptive capability.

Awakening the power in his bloodline to become a mage wasn’t surprising.

In the wilderness monster race, any sufficiently large clan is likely to have a mage, shaman, or priest, as some form of survival mechanism evolved by the races over time.

Also, the War Lizardfolk of the Clawbreak Clan.

They suffered the greatest losses battling the Ogres, eager for a dragon to shelter them, almost kissing Galos’s toes and pledging allegiance to him on the spot.

The Scale Earth Rift’s four clans.

Galos unified them all under his command, though he didn’t make them live together, merely set rules to avoid intense conflicts and instructed them to ambush and plunder along trade routes in a more sustainable manner.

The regrettable part is.

Due to uncontrolled plundering by the Ogre Clan over these six years, almost no trade caravans pass through the Scale Earth Rift anymore, and those that do are large caravans with guards.

But this is only temporary.

Galos already had the Werewolves contact Nick to spread the word that the Scale Earth Rift was gradually becoming safe and peaceful, demonstrating by traveling there himself.

When Nick returns with a full load.

It will surely reignite the merchants’ greed.

The clans are all under his control.

Galos’s days gradually became more peaceful and stable.

With reserves of black oil, his training efficiency improved, occasionally trying to simultaneously use black oil and fairy scale powder.

The outcome was just as he expected.

With the fairy scale powder’s enhancement on mental reactions, he could sustain the extreme speed boosted by black oil in a short time.

Combined with the Blood Burst Technique on the Horn Ring.

Galos, at full power, would achieve a new level of combat prowess.

Galos did not indulge in enhancements from external sources, understanding that these are not to be used lightly but rather that a strong foundation is crucial.

Under the night at Broken Ridge Hills.

Zzzt! Zzzt!

Galos stood silently at the center of several mages, letting a group of Ogre Mages use their Lightning Chain magic to attack him.

His body wrapped in dense arcs of lightning.

Galos felt a tingling sensation throughout his body, the muscles beneath his scale armor constantly experiencing electric shocks, feeling as if they were charged, being stimulated, swelling and contracting, with the sensation becoming ever more vivid.

Moreover, during the electric shock, some arcs of lightning escaped through the crevices in his scale armor.

Dense, intense, bright.

Like a mane woven from lightning.

Galos had a strong premonition.

His next evolution might involve lightning.

Luckily, the Ogre Mages could use the Lightning Chain, and direct attacks were more effective than the enchanted attacks of the Lightning Tail Ring, so he trained with this method frequently, raising his lightning resistance, anticipating the next evolution.

Quickly.

The mages drained of their magic fell limp, carried away by Ogre Warriors.

Galos, still unsatisfied, called to the Gluttonous Demon munching away.

“Kalu, come over, spar with me.”

He had the Gluttonous Demon wear the Lightning Tail Ring and practice with him for a while longer.

A few minutes later.

Galos’s training wasn’t finished.

An Ogre Sentry suddenly hurriedly approached.

“Reporting to the Dragon Lord, a Stone Giant has arrived at Bone-Chewing Clan’s outskirts, seeking to meet the leader.”

The sentry spoke quietly.

Stone Giant? Where from?

Galos’s gaze sharpened.

“Kalu, prepare to receive it, inquire about its purpose and origin, do not reveal my presence.”

Galos remained grounded, crawling along the crest of the hills in an obscure slope, unfurled his wings, suppressed his presence, blending almost perfectly into the night, with only a pair of deep, dark eyes quietly watching the Bone-Chewing Clan’s territory below.

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