Under the command of the Iron Dragon, the Affiliated Legion began to enter Dragon Valley in batches, while so War Lizardfolk and Kobolds climbed the steep cliffs on both sides and started building watchtowers and other fortifications.
The count of the Flying Dragon Group was completed as well.
There was one adult flying dragon, Tasha; four mature flying dragons; six young flying dragons; and, forty-six younger flying dragons in total.
They would provide an undeniable aerial force to the Molten Iron Clan.
As night fell like ink, Galos, having finally found a suitable territory, did not imdiately relax and rest but instead was eager to start training.
Ever since the migration began, vigilance was necessary all the way, and he hadn’t had a proper workout for a long ti.
Finally, now that he had so free ti and a new group of sparring partners.
Galos was itching to let Tasha and the other four mature flying dragons encircle him; he did not counterattack but used his body to harden and withstand their assaults.
The flying dragons found such a request sowhat incomprehensible.
But this did not prevent them from following orders, so they comnced their rampage against Galos.
The flying dragons soared into the sky again and again, diving down repeatedly, their strong claws tearing and trampling on Galos.
The power of Sub-dragons is superior to that of fierce beasts and magical creatures of the sa size, and it must be said their attacks comforted Galos more than those of Violent Bears and Ogres.
Amidst the sounds like collisions of tal, hot sparks scattered everywhere.
The explosive scales on Galos’s body quickly turned red-hot, as if made of heated steel.
At this point, he told the Flying Dragon Group to temporarily stop, then rushed into the center of the cold lake water.
Shh! Shh! Shh! After a burst of steam like steel being quenched in water, his explosive scales gradually cooled down, returning to their usual black-gray state, and then he continued to let the Flying Dragon Group attack.
Actually, using the exhilarating state directly accelerates the stimulation of the explosive scales faster.
However, the exhilarating state is purely high-temperature stimulation, without impact force, and cannot further enhance the cushioning and energy absorbing effect of the explosive scales. Moreover, the flying dragons’ attacks, apart from their forceful impacts, also include claw shredding, which can increase the explosive scales’ defense against sharp objects, providing a more comprehensive improvent compared to simple mountain collision.
Galos hoped through this thod.
To gradually evolve the explosive scales once again.
He no longer needed the explosive characteristic, but wanted to preserve the basic cushioning and energy absorbing while anticipating two possible evolution results.
First, being able to feed back the absorbed energy to himself.
As such, by using this layer of defense to endure damage, wearing out the enemy’s condition, Galos would instead remain in peak condition, with no stamina consumption.
Second, being able to accumulate the absorbed energy and release it instantly.
This way, he would first absorb damage, then burst out all accumulated energy at once, combined with the exhilarating state, allowing Galos to land a strike beyond his limits, defeating the strong with the weak and potentially reversing the situation against formidable enemies.
Of course.
The ideal best outco would be being able to combine both, controlling energy to trickle back to himself or concentrating it for one-ti use based on the circumstances.
Only this was too unrealistic.
Galos currently had no clue how to evolve in this direction, nor could he think of a good thod after consuming fairy scale powder, so he could only try to hone the explosive scales, hoping to stop their explosion first and then co up with a thod based on the subsequent evolution.
Additionally.
The flying dragons’ attacks covered a wide area of his body.
The thorns on Galos’s body also snapped off, while the sturdy scales of those flying dragons’ claws were cut through, leaving slash marks.
And at the positions of the broken thorns, he felt a very distinct tingling itch, which usually indicated that this area, through years of adaptation and sufficient accumulation, was undergoing ultra-rapid evolution.
Galos hadn’t intentionally trained the thorns.
Yet during every battle and training, the thorns on his body would suffer so breakage and damage, and after repeated regeneration and wear, had reached a point where an opportunity for evolution was at hand.
The evolution of the thorns was imminent.
However, Galos cared more about the evolution of the explosive scales and Dragon Heart, and he still did not know how long this would take.
After training for a while longer.
Galos slightly shifted his eyes and told the Flying Dragon Group to halt.
"Everyone retreat and rest."
He said.
Most of the flying dragons were exhausted, with bleeding claws, and upon hearing his words, as if liberated, they quickly flew away.
Tasha, the leader, was still very excited.
Unlike normal flying dragons, she had a stronger physique not because she was born that way, but because she herself enjoyed refining her body, training more diligently than her kin, making her stand out despite not reaching Galos’s level.
"My Lord, feel free to instruct whenever you wish to train, I am happy to serve."
Tasha said.
She was currently the only Follower who felt satisfied and eager as Galos’s sparring partner.
anwhile, Frost Fang ca to the lakeside, followed by two Werewolves carrying Russell on a stretcher.
"Dragon Lord."
Russell was very weak, struggling to crawl off the stretcher to pay his respects, but accidentally fell to the ground, helped up by the Werewolves to stand upright.
Exploring unknown lands was a dangerous task.
During a previous skirmish, he suffered a vigorous tail strike from the Flying Dragon Leader, which fractured his breastbone, and his body was pierced by its tail barb, contracting a lethal poison.
Afterward, the Flying Dragon Leader sucked out the poisoned blood, yet toxins still invaded Russell’s internal organs.
Compounding his already serious injuries.
The Werewolves applied ointnt to his body and fed him healing potions obtained through previous trades. Frost Fang, as a Shaman, also communicated with healing spirits to treat him.
These asures significantly improved Russell’s condition, but he wasn’t fully healed.
He wouldn’t die imdiately but fighting further was out of the question, as his body had beco too frail.
"Please forgive for being unable to pay my respects to you."
In front of the Red Iron Dragon, Russell remained humble as always.
Galos lowered his gaze, looking at the Werewolf who had followed him for a long ti.
At this mont, he was akin to the Elder Shaman, who was so old he could barely walk, nearly at death’s door.
"No need to pay respects."
"You’ve already proven your loyalty to ."
Galos said.
At this mont, Frost Fang knelt to the ground, pleading, "Great Dragon Lord, please grant my father the opportunity to continue serving you."
This opportunity referred to the Dragon Vein Transformation.
Russell was a good leader, whether leading the forr Howling Moon Clan or the current Red Iron Riders, his wisdom and foresight surpassed that of ordinary monsters, ensuring excellent performance, both in managing his subordinates and executing orders from above.
Galos gazed down at the Werewolf.
The Dragon Blood collected and stored previously could transform more than one Dragon Vein Follower, and Russell was already in his consideration, together with Ogre Ugo and Jackal-wolfman Hodgson.
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