"Since the oppressive power of the Federation has gradually weakened, those powerful creatures lurking deep in the wilderness are constantly erging. Even we Dragons must not let our guard down there."
At this point, his voice paused slightly.
Slling the unique scent belonging to the lineage of Red Dragons on Galos in the air, Alberto seed to recall so important information and added, "According to what I’ve heard through my own channels, there are more than just one powerful Giant Dragon committing evil in the wilderness now."
"There is an ancient Plague Dragon, awakened from its long slumber, crawling out of its Dragon’s Nest, spreading death and pestilence everywhere."
"Then there’s a ferocious Red Dragon known as ’Mountain-Burning Wings’, ’Mad Fire Blood Fla’, with an extrely arrogant deanor, killing even its kin without hesitation, and its power is such that even I would have to avoid facing it."
"There is a group of Blue Dragons coming from the Boiling Sea, advancing and retreating together, recruiting and subduing Followers in the depths of the wilderness, rapidly expanding their territory."
"......"
"What’s more," Alberto’s voice carried a hint of gravity as he continued, "Our old adversaries, the Giants, their figures are also starting to appear in the shadows of the wilderness, along with those powerful magical creatures and savage beasts... I estimate that they will beco more and more active in the future, and the wilderness will only beco increasingly dangerous."
A chaotic world, both a fertile ground for ambitious ones to vie for supremacy and a hotbed for terrifying creatures to break free from their chains and propagate recklessly.
The vast and boundless Sel Wilderness, with its abundance of resources, has always been a natural habitat for many powerful beings.
However.
For hundreds of years, under the shadow of the Federation, those wilderness overlords wisely restrained their sharp claws, suppressing their instinctual roars, lurking and sneaking in the shadows, carefully avoiding that unshakeable edge.
However.
When the predators of the wilderness, with their beast-like keen intuition, clearly perceive that the once unyielding bind imposed by the Federation on this unclaid land is subtly showing signs of loosening.
Their bloodthirsty and greedy edge, hidden deep within their veins, begins to erge unrestrained, like an undercurrent surging beneath thawed ice, quietly revealing itself beneath the silent surface of the wilderness.
The situation has beco as clear as a cloudless scorching sun.
It won’t be long before the land, carrying countless bloodshed and death—Sel Wilderness, will undoubtedly transform into a place where risks and opportunities intertwine, and blood and wealth coexist.
Even soone as powerful as Galos understands deep down.
If he wants to seize a portion of the benefits and establish a foothold in the impending storm, he must patiently wait, wait until he progresses through his slumber and enters a more powerful adulthood, only then will he have enough power and confidence to stand firm in this stage where the strong prey on the weak.
For now, he can only watch from the outskirts.
anwhile.
As Alberto’s tallic-toned words fell, the Red Iron Dragon remained silent.
He had long foreseen the turmoil about to sweep across the wilderness, but it wasn’t the true reason for the turbulence in his heart at this mont.
What truly left Galos silent, deeply contemplating, was the Red Dragon Alberto inadvertently ntioned.
Mountain-Burning Wings, Mad Fire Blood Fla—its true na is Gorsas.
It is precisely the biological father of Galos, whom he has never t and only exists within brief descriptions from other Dragons.
Though he has never seen it in person, even with just Silver Dragon Adri’s brief introduction in the past.
An image of an extrely frenzied, chaotic and disorderly, treating destruction as a feast, devoid of familial affection, Evil Dragon has vividly ford in Galos’s mind.
"Gorsas... to think he chose to return to the Sel Wilderness, this volcanic mouth about to erupt, at such a ti."
With sharp eyes slightly narrowed, Galos quickly pondered.
Should he unfortunately encounter Gorsas at this juncture.
Galos is well aware that with his current level of life and accumulated power, he stands no chance against the already mature, infamous Mountain-Burning Wings.
More critically.
When facing such a capricious and violent, enigmatic and unpredictable Chaotic Evil Dragon, even though he shares the closest bloodline connection as his biological father, Galos harbors no inclination to interact or acknowledge him.
That would be tantamount to actively placing oneself in danger.
As it is said—two kings cannot see eye to eye, best to avoid the confrontation.
However.
The Sel Wilderness is vast, with complex and ever-changing terrain, with mountain ranges, rift valleys, desert seas, and dense forests forming broad lands.
Given Gorsas’s completely whimsical and erratic behavior, as long as Galos remains vigilant, plans his route, and deliberately avoids areas where he might be active.
Unless the Goddess of Misfortune pours all her malice upon him, the chance of directly running into that mad Dragon is minimal.
However, the world is unpredictable.
If both indeed encounter each other and stand opposed.
Since there is no warmth or bond between them, only the innate repulsion and alertness from the blood source, at the critical mont when he must strike ruthlessly, Galos’s heart will not waver with a shred of hesitation or compassion.
Father dismisses, son laughs, patricide without regret.
Such scenarios are all too common among Evil Dragons.
"Alberto."
Galos’s deep voice rang out, saying, "What you ntioned earlier about ’Mad Fire Blood Fla’ Gorsas, aside from the na and infamy, is there any more detailed and specific information?"
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