Spent the entire morning on hunting and eating.
The hunger in Galos’s belly was completely gone.
It’s worth ntioning.
Black oil cannot fill him up; its energy is rapid and efficient but not lasting, only temporarily alleviating hunger, so Galos still needs blood als to nourish himself.
When hungry, what he needs most is normal food.
Black oil is primarily used to increase physical excitent during training, improve training efficiency, and in battles, it recharges him, allowing him to exert power beyond his limits in a short ti.
After the hunt was over.
In the afternoon, Galos mainly trained.
Including the most routine defense, strength, and flight training, ultimately targeting, using the Lightning Tail Ring to stimulate the body for the early completion of lightning evolution.
However, the Lightning Tail Ring is mainly used for enchanting.
It’s like a key, unlocking the door to Galos’s lightning evolution, but the subsequent stimulation effect is less obvious; it’s best to directly use electric attacks for damage rather than through an enchanted strike.
Currently, the sun is shining brightly, not the rainy season.
Natural lightning is difficult to summon.
The Ogre Mage in the Bone-Chewing Warband possessing Lightning Chain attack magic is Galos’s best sparring partner in this area.
Twilight gradually approaches, and the splendid sunset layers fill the sky.
Galos, clad in the glow of the sunset, soared across the skies, arriving at the Broken Ridge Hills, the ogres’ ho base.
Kalu is not here, having gone out hunting with so elite.
"Moraga, Snaga."
"Summon the Ogre Mage of the Bone-Chewing Warband."
Galos looked at the Two-headed Ogre and said.
Moraga and Snaga are its nas, to be precise, different nas for its left and right heads.
The simultaneous existence of both heads brings dual casting talents to the Two-headed Ogre Mage, preparing two spells at the sa ti, making it a fearso monster that ordinary adventurers dread.
But it also has its drawbacks.
Two heads, two different thoughts controlling one body, inevitably bring so trouble and inconvenience.
"My lord, there’s sothing you need to be inford about first."
The left head Moraga spoke first.
But before it continued, the right head Snaga chid in: "A few days ago, the ogre troop from the Quenching Highlands discovered a group of unfamiliar Jackal-Wolf Folk."
Bang!
The left head fiercely collided its forehead against the other.
"Stop interrupting !"
Seizing the opportunity while the right head was dizzy, it hurriedly reported to Galos: "Those Jackal-Wolf Folk are loyal to another Dragon."
The right head controlled the right hand, punching the left head’s eye socket.
"It’s an Iron Dragon; they serve the Iron Dragon!"
It interrupted, saying.
Recovering from the punch, the left head refused to show weakness, orchestrating its left fist to hit the right head.
Bang bang bang!
The Two-headed Mage fought itself, soon tumbling on the ground, rolling, fighting while cursing each other’s ancestors.
"Enough!"
Galos’s voice rang out, and the Two-headed Mage imdiately stopped, then got up to seek forgiveness from Galos while not forgetting to belittle and pass the bla onto the other head.
"Moraga, explain the situation to in detail."
Galos designated the left head to speak.
Moraga proudly glanced at Snaga, then turned to Galos with a respectful posture and began: "It’s like this, the first to discover the Jackal-Wolf Folk was Ugo."
It detailed the incident.
A minute later, Galos learned the specifics of the situation.
North of Quenching Highlands at Shattered Stone Beach, a juvenile Iron Dragon occupied and took charge, sending Jackal-Wolf Folk to probe the movents at Quenching Highlands, but they were discovered by Ugo, who captured the Jackal-Wolf scouts, then Ugo had the Kola Giant Eagle relay the ssage back to the Broken Ridge Hills.
With the Stone Giant’s death, the Kola Giant Eagles now serve the Molten Iron Clan, making excellent scouts and ssengers.
"North of Quenching Highlands is a place I’ve yet to explore."
"Didn’t expect a juvenile Iron Dragon to be residing there."
Galos squinted slightly, assessing the risk of the juvenile Iron Dragon based on existing information.
Iron Dragons lead the Iron Dragon category, slightly weaker at the sa age compared to Red Dragons but not significantly; ordinary Iron Dragons’ life level during youth ranges between 7-10.
If it’s indeed just a juvenile Iron Dragon.
Then it’s nothing to fear.
The question is, is it really just a juvenile Iron Dragon?
Galos is skeptical of information not seen firsthand.
"Ugo isn’t detailed enough, its relayed ssage by the Kola Giant Eagles was too brief."
"I need to personally visit the Quenching Highlands."
Jackal-Wolf captives are still at Quenching Highlands, and going to investigate the situation at Shattered Stone Beach also requires passing through here.
"If we calculate the ti, Nick’s Trading Team should be arriving soon."
"He’ll bring so Communication Stones, making clan information exchange much simpler and convenient then."
Communication Stones, since their creation, imdiately gained widespread appeal, widely used in the Civilized Realm but rare in the wilderness where many creatures don’t understand the importance of information exchange.
"When Kalu returns, let him take the elite ogres to Quenching Highlands."
After giving instructions to the Two-headed Mage, Galos flapped his Dragon Wings and soared into the sky, his silhouette vanishing into the vast evening glow.
Watching Galos’s departing figure, Moraga, the left head, snorted softly and said, "Foolish Snaga, I am smarter than you and more valued by the Dragon Lord."
Snaga, the right head, remained silent and responded with a punch.
The Two-headed Ogre started fighting with itself again, and the other ogres around showed no reaction, clearly accustod to the sight.
Soon after.
The twilight dissipated, replaced by the darkness of night.
Galos arrived at the Quenching Highlands at moonrise and landed in the Ogre Camp.
Ugo was commanding the ogres to construct a Dragon statue using giant remains.
Upon seeing Galos, he imdiately kneeled on one knee and said in a coarse voice, "My lord, your Scale Armor shines brighter than the moonlit night."
This flattering remark was sothing Ugo had racked his brains over for more than ten days and nights trying to co up with.
Waiting for a mont when Kalu was not present, he presented it to Galos, hoping to win the Dragon Heart’s favor.
During the sacred banquet, he lost to Kalu, but he was not completely resigned, coveting Kalu the Legion Commander’s position and the current status of the Dragon Vein Gluttonous Demon.
However, he did not have the power to contend with Kalu.
Therefore, he could only suppress these thoughts, hoping to gain Galos’s favor through flattery and achieve success in a roundabout way.
"Get up."
Galos looked at the statue.
The artistic sense of the ogres was not well-developed, and the statue they built was just a rough outline, crude and primitive, but through its strong limbs and large, long wings, one could vaguely discern Galos’s shadow.
"This is the statue being built for you."
"I heard humans build statues for great leaders, and you, noble and great Master of Red Wings, are the only one absolutely great in my heart. I couldn’t help it and couldn’t wait to apply for the Legion Commander’s consent, so I chose to build a statue for you and admire your glory day and night."
Ugo said gruffly.
Galos carefully scrutinized this ogre for a few monts.
This big and burly fellow also had its own little thoughts.
It might think it hid its intentions well, but in Galos’s eyes, everything was as clear as day; the wisdom gap between ogres and the Dragon Race was apparent.
"Hmm, not bad, I like it."
Galos responded.
He saw through but did not expose, he tacitly approved of Ugo’s behavior.
If the Bone-Chewing Warband’s ogres united completely under Kalu, and were entirely loyal to him, that would be troubleso.
Kalu, transford by the Dragon Vein, was absolutely loyal to Galos and would not betray him, but that did not an Kalu did not have its own ideas; it would also want more benefits or slack off and do its tasks poorly.
Galos could not personally oversee everything all the ti.
At this point, a potential rival could make Kalu work better for him.
These were the insights from The Prince within the Iron Dragon’s legacy.
"Bring the Jackal-Wolf Folk captive here, I want to interrogate him personally."
Galos said.
Ugo nodded, then grabbed a Jackal-Wolf scout by the neck and brought it before Galos.
"He’s the head of the Jackal-Wolf scouts."
Ugo gave a kick, making the dazed Jackal-Wolf Haken kneel in front of Galos.
The breath of the Dragon Race was very close, Haken ca to his senses and trembled all over.
It sneaked a glance at Galos, discovering that this Master of Red Wings appeared stronger and more imposing than the King of Iron they served, seemingly possessing even greater power.
"Now I ask, and you answer."
Galos said.
"Mighty dragon, I shall not hide anything."
Haken put on an ingratiating expression and said.
The questioning that followed could hardly be called an interrogation because the Jackal-Wolf responded to Galos’s questions imdiately, without withholding any information.
Gradually.
Galos obtained more information.
For instance.
The young Iron Dragon at the Shattered Stone Beach had only two clans under his command.
The Jackal-Wolf Folk and Kobolds.
If adding goblins as well.
It would almost make up the ’Three Illusion Gods’ under a young, weak Dragon’s command.
This basically confird that the Iron Dragon was a young Dragon, posing no significant threat to Galos.
Among this information, one point particularly caught Galos’s attention.
"King of Iron... why does this title sound sowhat familiar?"
His eyes flickered, and he fell silent, mories rushing through his mind.
"Galos! My weak little brother, let tell you a secret, hybrid dragons never live past adolescence unless you vow allegiance to the great King of Iron."
"Galos! My foolish brother, do you want treasures? Do you want to grow stronger? By bending before the great King of Iron, you can achieve all your desires."
"Galos! My foolish and weak little brother, you’re both ugly and short and weak, destined to never accomplish anything great. Abandon the protection of the Dragon Lady and follow the great King of Iron alongside ; with my guidance, the position of the King of the Wilderness will be within reach."
.......
Similar rhetoric surged in Galos’s mories.
They all originated from the sa Dragon.
——Solrog Ignas.
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