The red sunset sank in the west, exuding a fiery glow that dyed the entire forest.
"The answer is patience."
The Red Silver Dragon whispered softly.
Galos was slightly taken aback, then revealed a look of realization and said slowly, "It truly is a beautiful and appropriate riddle..... Deborah, patience is the last thing I’m lacking."
He wasn’t a clueless blockhead nor did he like to deliberately act dumb. He understood the underlying ssage of the Red Silver Dragon.
Patience.... tal Dragons often don’t seek mates until they reach adulthood or beyond, considering reproduction only when fully prepared. They uphold the concept of excellent breeding and strive to offer their offspring good conditions.
Unlike the Five-Colored Dragons, who wish to indulge their desires during their youth, or even in their teenage years.
If female Evil Dragons beco pregnant too early, so might even abandon their dragon eggs, while those with a bit more conscience would leave them in the territory of the Blue Dragon Race.
"Deborah ans that she doesn’t actually reject and even has a favorable impression of ."
"She just isn’t ready yet."
Galos pondered in his heart.
Having activated her Silver Dragon bloodline, Deborah was exceedingly elegant and beautiful by Dragon Race standards, with an agile cleverness reminiscent of the Red Copper Dragon. Otherwise, the Red Iron Dragon wouldn’t have been able to restrain his desires initially.
"Hmm..... maybe I’m just overthinking it."
"After all, one of life’s great illusions is—she likes ."
"Let it be."
Galos remained calm and didn’t pay much attention to such matters deep down.
His goal was immortality, with a touch of ambition for everlasting legacy.
In comparison, everything else was rely additional or seasoning along the path to immortality.
However, in any case, the return of the Red Silver Dragon was a positive thing for Galos.
The friction between the Molten Iron Tribe and the Golden Tooth Tribe was incessant. If both sides refused to yield, conflicts were bound to escalate, and the Red Silver Dragon’s return was just in ti to prevent unexpected incidents.
The Red Silver Dragon’s eyes evaded slightly, not daring to et the gaze of the Red Iron Dragon directly.
She swayed her slender tail left and right, her eyes wandering as if admiring the surroundings—the forest ravaged by battle was in ruins, not worth appreciating.
It wasn’t until Galos responded.
She slowly turned back to look at Galos.
"Patience is a noble quality."
She said, "Evil Dragons always lack patience, being too impatient and hasty. You’re different, Galos. I’m happy for you."
After a clumsy explanation.
The Red Silver Dragon shifted her gaze again, pretending to be interested in the burning stumps.
However, her slender and graceful tail occasionally curled, circled, and tangled..... these subconscious little motions betrayed her thoughts.
"Take a look at my newly acquired Wild Monster Lord."
Galos averted his gaze from the Red Silver Dragon’s tail and turned to look at the White Tiger lying on the ground.
While the two dragons were conversing, the White Tiger didn’t seize the chance to escape but lay silently on the ground. Although its intelligence wasn’t as high as a Chira, it instinctively knew it shouldn’t run away.
The scars on the White Tiger’s body were nurous and dense, so gaping wounds revealing bones.
However, in this brief period, all the wounds had stopped bleeding, stabilizing its gradually weakening aura.
The robust physique of an advanced Fierce Tiger was evident.
"A Fierce Tiger that can grow to this extent is probably more formidable than the white-scaled ones in your territory."
The Red Silver Dragon blinked, her silver pupils sparkling under the sunset, and said, "Are you clearing out the Wild Monster Lords in the Southwest? I can help you."
Galos shook his head slightly.
"Clearing them out is only one purpose."
He said, "The key is, I want to familiarize myself with the changes in my power and abilities after slumbering through combat with the Wild Monster Lords. Moreover, if they can be subdued, that should be prioritized."
Wild Monster Lords, being capable of ruling a domain, are inherently strong and proud creatures, top-tier predators.
Only by defeating them one-on-one, making the Wild Monster Lords sincerely convinced, is there a possibility of making them submit. In this regard, the Dragon Race possesses an inherent majesty over other fierce beasts and magical creatures, providing them with unique advantages.
For instance.
If it were the Golden Tooth Tribe.
They could rely on numbers to besiege and defeat the Fierce Tiger, capture it, or kill it.
But making it submit would be difficult.
Even if they defeated it using a single powerful cha, since chas lack Draconic Power, and in the eyes of the Fierce Tiger are rely cold tal machines, it would likewise be hard for it to submit.
"The Wild Monster Lords of the Border Area."
"I have a relatively big chance to subdue them."
"While the other four major tribes essentially only have the options of killing, driving away, or capturing them... the likelihood of taming a Wild Monster Lord is slim."
Galos calculated in his mind.
The rise of the Molten Iron Tribe was swift, but their developnt ti was too short, and compared to the four major tribes of the Border Area, they slightly lacked foundation.
As the leader, Galos might be on par with the leaders of the four major tribes.
Perhaps even slightly stronger than them.
The lowest-tier ’cannon fodder’, due to the abundance of Jackal-Wolf Folk and Kobolds like wild grass in the Molten Iron Tribe, they held a minuscule advantage.
However.
The middle-upper and middle-lower leaders, elites, combat units..... these crucial pillars made their numbers considerably fewer.
Wild Monster Lords can make up for this.
They are difficult to control, and even Galos doesn’t have a hundred percent certainty of taming them, like with the previous Chira, who thought only of escape even when facing death, showing no intention of submitting.
But, as long as they can be controlled, Wild Monster Lords can beco the assault weapons of the Molten Iron Tribe.
Furthermore, not too many are needed.
Every Wild Monster Lord can directly augnt the high-end power of the Molten Iron Tribe, ensuring they won’t be outmoded in the short term.
"I understand your point, you’re mainly trying to subdue the Wild Monster Lords."
The Red Silver Dragon reminded, "One or two are fine, but if this type of creature gathers in large numbers, unless you’re constantly overseeing them to suppress any conflicts, it is easy for significant disputes to arise, possibly leading to bloodshed and death."
Galos nodded: "I’ve already considered this point."
The White Tiger had been entrenched in the Wind Howling Forest for a long ti, being more suited to this place, and didn’t need to follow him to the Dragon Valley.
Galos stepped with a nimble stride to the White Tiger, extending a single claw to stroke its forehead, using the ntal communication skill once more to convey his thoughts to it.
It could remain in the Wind Howling Forest, which would belong to Galos; it was rely acting as a guardian.
Later, a batch of soldiers from various battle groups would co to station in the Wind Howling Forest, establishing tighter posts and defensive works, among them shamans equipped with beast communication skills to facilitate so dialogue with the White Tiger.
If the White Tiger were needed to perform tasks, Galos would promptly notify it.
Groar..... the White Tiger growled softly, raising its head to rub gently against the Red Iron Dragon’s hand claw, indicating its understanding.
Its intelligence was slightly below that of a half-intelligent creature like the Earth Bear, but higher than an ordinary beast, roughly equating to that of an eight or nine-year-old human child, thus it could understand Galos’s aning.
——Guard the Wind Howling Forest, live harmoniously with the followers of the Molten Iron Tribe, and await further orders.
These tasks weren’t difficult for the White Tiger to accept.
"Deborah, do you know how to clear Abyssal Rifts?"
Galos shifted the topic, asking.
Upon hearing this, the Red Silver Dragon was sowhat surprised: "Abyssal Rifts, you an the spatial channels that connect to the Bottomless Abyss?"
Galos: "Indeed, you saw my battle with the Ancestral Demon Bull before, and at the place of its death, a miniature Abyssal Rift ford. I’m unsure whether it’s a coincidence or for so other reason."
The Red Silver Dragon’s expression turned grave: "The possibility of being a coincidence is extrely minute... do you wish to clear it?"
Galos nodded: "Currently, no major crisis has broken out, so it’s within controllable limits, but ultimately it’s a hidden threat."
"I contemplated that if possible, it would be best to address it in advance."
The Red Silver Dragon nodded slightly in agreent, "Your thinking is correct, the Bottomless Abyss is synonymous with chaotic evil, and anything related to the Abyss rarely ets a good end."
"So do you have a solution?" Galos inquired.
The Red Silver Dragon shook her head in embarrassnt, "Any Abyssal Rift is extrely difficult to eradicate, and my skills are insufficient."
After a pause, she added, "However, I can seek assistance from my father, who is possibly capable of handling a miniature Abyssal Rift, and even if he can’t, he can seek help from my Golden Dragon grandfather."
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