"It’s you."
Alberto gazed at the Red Silver Dragon and questioned, "A hybrid of Red Copper Dragon and Silver Dragon, why are you here consorting with Evil Dragons?! Even attacking your own kind with them, were you coerced or beguiled?"
Seeing support from fellow kind, only to be backstabbed instead.
The ambushed Golden Dragon was not in a pleasant mood.
"Hey! You conceited Golden Dragon, what are you yelling for here?!"
Just as Alberto finished speaking, a crisp yet provocatively tinged voice suddenly rang out. Elf Dragon Vera fiercely flew in front of Deborah.
Her colorful wings rapidly flapped, her petite body struggled to stand upright, with her claws on her waist, striking a high and mighty pose.
"Look here, this is the Border Area, it’s the territory of our Ignas Dragon Group!"
"There’s no place for an outsider vain dragon like you to run wild here! Dare to speak to us in that tone again, dare to show that annoying stuck-up face."
Vera’s voice suddenly heightened, baring her sharp teeth: "Watch out or I’ll fill your noble golden dragon rear with Explosive Fruit and let you taste its fiery sensation."
Plane Dragon... this land is truly full of hidden talents.
Before witnessing it firsthand, he could hardly imagine that the Border Area, seen as a remote land, could gather such varied and uniquely bloodlined Dragon Race.
He took a deep breath, composed himself.
Not angered by the Elf Dragon’s provocation, he simply stared at the Red Silver Dragon, waiting for a response.
Under Alberto’s gaze, Red Silver Dragon furrowed the skin between her eyebrows, retorted coldly:
"Alberto, put away your prejudice, try to think carefully with your mind that is more foolish than a White Dragon."
"What kind of Evil Dragon could govern a land originally chaotic and lawless, where the strong prey on the weak, in such an orderly manner, establishing a solid order?"
"What kind of Evil Dragon, when holding an absolute advantage, chose to show rcy rather than twisting your head filled with ’conquest’ and ’order’ yet entirely foolish thoughts from your neck and smashing it?"
Deborah’s words were aggressive.
Not sparing even an inch of face for Alberto, the noble kind of Golden Dragon.
Alberto was left speechless, dumbstruck.
Red Silver Dragon Deborah didn’t stop because of his silence.
She looked down disdainfully at the embarrassed Golden Dragon kind below, snorting coldly through her nose.
"As I see it, it’s you barging into other’s territory, using force to make up reasons, extorting and plundering, who resembles more closely a Evil Dragon cloaked in golden scales!"
Just as Alberto’s throat was moving, instinctively wanting to defend his motives and actions.
Deborah, seemingly already insightful of his thoughts, suddenly interrupted his words that were about to co out: "Spare your excuses."
"As fellow tal Dragon, I know what you’re thinking."
"The fact is that you covet the wealth accumulated here, or you crave the lively developing territory itself."
"Therefore, you found so dignified reason, such as the ’innocent’ river beasts, or our so-called ’evil’ rule, as a starting point for your provocation, aiming to defeat the original lord here and then naturally, take over everything!"
"Am I right?!"
Golden Dragon Alberto breathed heavily, his fragnted chest heaving irregularly.
He remained silent for a mont, then imdiately said: "You’re right, but I don’t see anything wrong with it."
He looked at the Red Iron Dragon, resolutely stating: "My only mistake was underestimating the strength of the lord here, being too arrogant, provoking war without knowing anything."
Alberto was a very self-centered Golden Dragon.
He wouldn’t waver in his thoughts because of a few words from Deborah.
From the perspective of Red Silver Dragon, Galos was a warrior growing amidst prejudice and discrimination without grievance or distortion, fighting unfairness with a positive attitude.
But from the perspective of Golden Dragon, or more observers.
The King of Molten Iron was indeed an oppressive, powerful Evil Dragon, ruling the Border Area with an iron-blooded dictatorship.
"Alberto... you have your reasons."
"From your earlier words, I can sense your domineering thoughts, understand your ambition."
The Red Iron Dragon suddenly spoke up, saying: "Such heartfelt thoughts not being acknowledged simply illustrates that this world is filled with diocrity, few are conscious."
Alberto’s dazzling golden dragon eyes suddenly contracted, his huge body trembling slightly.
Unexpected!
Completely unexpected!
The Red Iron Dragon who defeated him, stepping him underfoot...
At this mont, not only did not mock his arrogance, did not humiliate his failure.
Instead, agreed with his path deed by countless kind as heretical, extrely biased?
Rarely, if not never has a dragon so candidly acknowledged his way.
In an instant, the Red Iron Dragon’s imposing figure before Alberto beca inexplicably appealing in his eyes, even the pain brought by his broken bones and rolling scales seed to subside!
"Perhaps there’s so misunderstanding between us."
Alberto nodded with deep conviction and then said: "You’re a hybrid Evil Dragon, but I can feel you’re different from other foolish violent Evil Dragons, possessing unique insights and understanding."
Sensing the weakened hostility from the Golden Dragon.
Galos gave an almost indiscernible nod.
Enduring years of unacknowledgnt, surrounding doubts and reproaches.
Alberto claid not to care about the attitudes of other dragons, but there was a thirst for recognition, the more heretical, the more stubborn... at essence caring deeply about others’ acknowledgnt.
[Dragon Taming Skill: Golden Dragon Chapter]
[Traditional and stubborn Golden Dragon, accepting its unapproved ideas, can make it view things differently]
However, Alberto’s case is quite special, whether this works on other Golden Dragons remains to be seen... Galos thought internally.
Through Deborah’s words, and Alberto’s own speech and behavior.
Galos already sensed that the Golden Dragon before him was sowhat different from a normal Golden Dragon, potentially rebellious and with a possible alignnt shift, which also ant there was a chance to recruit him.
Regardless of Alberto’s true nature.
His inherent identity as a Golden Dragon, symbolizing justice and order, was an extrely valuable shield.
If the Golden Dragon could be tied to the war chariot of the Molten Iron Tribe, leading charges in battle, it would undoubtedly have an exceptional effect on the tribe’s endeavors.
The Oath of Conquest he swore could be for Galos’s conquests.
The Crown’s Oath could also serve to protect the crown of the King of Molten Iron, as the paladins who took the most Crown’s Oaths were originally guardians of the royal courts of various countries.
If Golden Dragon Alberto could be successfully recruited.
With the power of the dual-oathed Golden Saint Dragon, without a doubt, he would beco the first ’Fierce General’ under Galos.
As for the Red Silver Dragon.
Galos still relied on the magic potions and tools of the Blast Silver Dragon’s older father, Adri, and unless she requested otherwise, she would not be sent to the battlefield to fight; the task of holding the rear was more suitable for Deborah.
"Misunderstanding..."
The gigantic dragon head of the Red Iron Dragon nodded slightly, as if seriously weighing the weight of this word.
Then, his deep voice broke the brief silence, "I do not deny this point."
His gaze turned to the young Golden Dragon, the understanding in his eyes slowly dissipating.
"Alberto, the defeated, let us first discuss the matter of compensation."
A desire to recruit does not an unconditional indulgence!
With a proud, arrogant Golden Dragon like Alberto, the attitude must be firm! Only by making him pay a price and understand boundaries can future ’cooperation’ be built on a solid foundation.
"The wealth previously taken from your outpost can be returned in full."
Alberto bit his sharp teeth and said.
Forcing a dragon to regurgitate wealth already swallowed is akin to carving flesh from the Dragon Heart! But knowing he was in the wrong for his actions, he could only part reluctantly with the treasure.
"Returning the wealth that rightfully belongs to my Molten Iron Tribe intact."
"And then pretend nothing happened?"
"There is no such thing as an easy bargain in this world."
The Red Iron Dragon stared intently at the young Golden Dragon, detailing the process of his offenses.
"Firstly, the battle you initiated out of provocation has caused significant damage to the territory of my Molten Iron Tribe. The land is torn, riverbanks collapse, and the territory is damaged."
"You need to cover the cost of these repairs."
"Secondly, your indiscriminate intimidation and extortion of my followers left those poor, weak children terrified, sleepless, and with severe collective psychological trauma. This directly disrupted our normal trade order, delaying the precious ti for acquiring wealth."
"This loss also needs to be compensated by you!"
"Finally, acts of plunder and extortion severely violate the laws and rules of the Border Area and require punishnt."
"Based on all the above, Alberto, you must make a punitive compensation."
Upon hearing this, Alberto’s dragon tail tensed, eyes resisting.
"Red Iron Dragon, don’t go too far." The scales on his neck glowed slightly again, and he said with determination: "If I want to retreat, you cannot stop ."
To prevent this stubborn offspring from committing evil acts.
The protective scales left by his elders could only be used three tis and were not overly offensive, mainly focusing on defense and speed enhancent. Although wasting one chance, he believed he could use it to break through the siege.
"Retreat... is clearly a desperate escape."
Red Dragon Samantha snorted flas from her nostrils, mocking with a chuckle.
The strong-willed Golden Dragon glanced at the Red Dragon, indifferent to her words.
The road to conquest will not be smooth.
To wear the crown, one must bear its weight.
He had long anticipated that his path to realizing the value of dragon life would be fraught with challenges, thorns, and mire, so he would not be discouraged by a temporary setback.
A few Evil Dragons slowly paced, encircling the Golden Dragon as the center.
The atmosphere once again beca tense and solidified, with Alberto ready to activate the protective scales at any ti.
At that mont, the Red Iron Dragon gestured with his claws, signaling his companions to relax.
Seeing this, the pupils of the Golden Dragon contracted slightly once more.
The Evil Dragons, who were supposed to be unruly, ferocious, and difficult to ta, stopped their relentless approach at a re gesture from the Red Iron Dragon and rely stared at him coldly.
Then.
The Red Iron Dragon’s gaze, as if reevaluating, took a deep, thoughtful look at Alberto, then curled the corner of his mouth into an inscrutable smile.
"I am not a dragon who quibbles over every little thing."
Galos’s voice suddenly beca extrely calm and forgiving.
"The rules you broke and damage caused in the Border Area are essentially trivial matters."
He said: "Since you ignore the rules and refuse to accept punishnt, behaving like an Evil Dragon, I don’t mind overlooking this and even considering you as a companion."
Upon hearing these friendly words, the Golden Dragon’s expression changed.
"Every creature must bear the cost of breaking the rules."
He said in a deep voice.
The Red Iron Dragon was indifferent: "Let’s end it here, Brother Golden Dragon; this is just an insignificant misunderstanding."
The Golden Dragon stubbornly shook his head.
"No, you must punish !" he said resolutely.
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