The strong wind carried the torrential rain, howling and sweeping under the heavy leaden clouds.
The entire world was grey.
Galos was circling within the thick layers of clouds, his eyes looking down at the earth subrged in rain, clearly spotting a trail of frost-white ice on the gloomy, waterlogged ground, and at the end of this trail stood a giant beast.
Humanoid in shape, with tusks on its face, its entire body covered in snow-white fur.
The most terrifying aspect was its size, walking upright on the ground, towering at a height of twenty ters, like a white hill.
Compared to this giant beast.
Even Galos seed much smaller.
Even so adult dragons could not match this beast in size.
"The Behemoth, just like recorded in the heritage, larger than the Dragon Race and giants, truly a biological weapon ant for war."
Galos shook his thick neck and said.
Iron Dragon Solrog was also staring at the Behemoth, snorting lightly with dissatisfaction, he said:
"Size is their proudest advantage, but for us Dragon Race, it’s just one of many strengths, any dragon of equal tonnage could easily defeat it."
Galos shook his head slightly and said, "You’re right, but the problem now is that we are much lighter than it." He looked at the Iron Dragon, paused, and continued, "Acknowledging the enemy’s strength is not shaful, Solrog, don’t let arrogance dominate your heart."
The Iron Dragon was startled, realizing that he had unconsciously fallen back into his old habit.
He nodded, "I’ll be careful."
Ever since following Galos, the Iron Dragon discovered that his own pride, his ability to suppress and control his desires and instincts, was insignificant compared to Galos.
Whenever the Iron Dragon inadvertently felt arrogant emotions when they were together, Galos would remind him, and over the years, his emotions had beco more stable.
"I don’t know which Frost Giant Tribe it belongs to."
"A biological weapon like this roaming the earth alone, its tribe must have encountered so problems."
The Iron Dragon cald down and, after careful thought, said.
Galos squinted his eyes, calculating in his mind.
The Frost Behemoth is a fierce beast, not a sentient being. It wandered the ground, its direction not very fixed, but sowhat, it seed to be heading towards the Quenching Highlands.
In reality.
Fighting such a fierce beast poses risks greater than the benefits.
The Behemoth inherently hates the Dragon Race and cannot be tad, only killed.
Unlike the Diamond Giant whose body is a high-quality mineral, with crystal cores that can continuously produce diamonds, aside from carving up the at for food, skin, claws, and bones to use, there won’t be lasting benefits.
However, it won’t do to not resolve the matter.
Galos speculated that it was likely attracted by the lingering aura of the Stone Giant from the Broken Stone Camp, instinctively driven to head there, which explained this trajectory.
If left unchecked, it could very well head to the Broken Stone Camp and damage the Symbiotic Pool.
This was sothing Galos could not tolerate.
If it were his forr self, he might have thought first to divert the Behemoth to avoid a battle.
But the current Galos now had so confidence, with the power to contend against fierce beasts in the wild, and his caution was mainly for survival, not caution for the sake of being cautious.
The Frost Behemoth cannot fly, nor does it possess powerful skills to restrict the flight of the Dragon Race.
It doesn’t have a Frost Giant Legion to follow and no Giant Mage to interfere.
This ans Galos is in an invincible position.
Under such circumstances, the Frost Behemoth is a large sandbag, allowing him to test his strength without worry of death.
"Solrog, keep your distance."
"I will stop the Frost Behemoth here."
Galos said.
The Iron Dragon was not quite reassured, saying, "It still has so distance to the Quenching Highlands, why don’t I call Samantha and we fight together."
Galos shook his head.
"I’ll handle it myself, to prevent you and Samantha from getting seriously injured, delaying territory developnt."
That’s what he said, but deep inside, he actually felt that the past three years had been too peaceful, so he wanted so battle excitent, and he didn’t want Solrog and Samantha to intervene in this fight.
Galos found his character sowhat contradictory now.
He truly enjoyed a peaceful life, but when life really beca peaceful for too long, he felt slightly bored and yearned for so excitent, and when risks, surprises, and setbacks ca one after another, he would long for peace again.
But upon further thought, this seed quite normal.
The thoughts and personalities of intelligent beings are always unpredictable, changing under different states and stages.
This is not unchanging.
Perhaps one day, Galos would completely tear off the shroud of caution, fully exposing the brilliant edge belonging to the Dragon Race, or perhaps one day, he would beco more composed, completely shedding the negative emotions in his personality, achieving absolute rationality.
These are uncertain, requiring ti to prove.
For the mont, Galos wanted a battle.
Iron Dragon Solrog flapped his wings, retreated to a distance yet stayed close enough to provide support if needed, and then watched quietly.
Under his gaze.
Galos did not directly attack the Frost Behemoth.
Whoosh! The Red Iron Dragon shot straight into the thick dark clouds, attracting a gathering of lightning to himself.
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