Late at night, Galos folded his dragon wings, hovering above the clouds.
His gaze pierced through the thin mist and darkness, overlooking the hills below.
Broken Ridge Hills—the territory of the Bone-Chewing Clan of ogres.
Six years ago, Galos had roughly explored this place, and now, while the general situation of the hills remained unchanged, the ogre territory was completely transford, unrecognizable from his mory.
The once sparsely located ogre camps have now expanded into a sprawling cluster of tribes that stretch for miles.
Hundreds of tents sewn from giant beast hides sat like tumors on the earth.
The number of bonfires is more than ten tis what he recalled, with each one surrounded by five or six bulky, strong ogres.
They wore necklaces made from the teeth of their prey, donned skirts of tallic texture, and beside them rested weapons like steel clubs, giant axes, and war hamrs of considerable quality.
There were many elite ogre warriors, each about four ters tall, and even the average adult ogre surpassed three ters in height.
There were also ogre mages, more than just one.
The most striking feature was the throne on the central hill.
It was a massive platform constructed from the bones of countless unknown creatures, coated with a dark red lacquer of so mixed tal, making it stand out in the night.
The body of Kalu Bone-Chewing occupied the throne.
This ogre, in terms of size and appearance, was barely identifiable as an ogre anymore.
Standing six ters tall, it resembled a giant.
Its figure was bloated yet not obese, with skin of a black iron hue covering layer upon layer of intertwined muscle like ancient tree vines. Its mouth was full of shark-like sharp teeth, and a pair of upward curling horns sprouted from its head. Its entire body seed like solid steel, exuding an indestructible quality.
The four-ter-tall elite ogre warriors constantly carried various foods, even rocks and giant wood, to serve Kalu.
And Kalu accepted it all without exception.
Blood food, stones, wood, it devoured everything, its appetite seemingly boundless.
"This form, truly a Gluttonous Demon! Samantha was not mistaken."
Galos narrowed his gaze slightly, quietly observing from the night sky.
The Gluttonous Demon, a high-level variation in the ogre race, one in ten thousand, with a gluttonous talent that could break past its original size limitations.
As long as there was enough food.
The Gluttonous Demon could continually grow stronger without premature death, becoming a Legendary Creature was a certainty. Furthermore, at the sa level, it wielded combat power comparable to superior dragons, making it difficult for the likes of a White Dragon to contend with it at the sa rank.
Gazing intently at the Gluttonous Demon, Galos felt tempted.
So far, he hadn’t had any core followers under his command.
The limits of Violent Bears, Jackal-Wolf Folk, and Gray-haired Werewolves were apparent, even after Dragon Vein Transformation, their talents remained limited, making the overall scale and strength of the clan insufficient for significant use.
Moreover, considering the current scale of the Bone-Chewing Clan.
The Red Eye Clan, Howling Moon Clan, and another War Lizardman Clan had either abandoned their territory and hidden away or faced dire straits, unable to match the now flourishing Bone-Chewing Clan.
"My personal strength is most important."
"But a powerful legion of followers is also indispensable."
Galos calculated in his mind.
Evil dragons are notoriously subject to being besieged and hunted, this is common knowledge; those who wish to slay dragons, be it warriors or adventurers, will relentlessly track and attack them.
A powerful legion of followers could resolve many unnecessary troubles for an evil dragon.
Galos did not consider himself an evil dragon, thinking of himself as a neutral dragon, but he was acutely aware that once discovered, he would be hunted as an evil dragon.
He couldn’t constantly abandon his territory and run away with his tail between his legs every ti he faced a siege.
Relocating to an unfamiliar environnt also entails risks; except under compelling circumstances, no Monster Lord is willing to abandon their territory.
Galos felt he needed to make so preparations in advance.
"This Gluttonous Demon hasn’t yet matured, and this ogre clan, they could beco my core followers."
Galos, filled with excitent at the prospect, thought about how to subdue the ogres.
Here was a Gluttonous Demon, three ogre mages, and many elite ogre warriors.
"Go check the status of the Jackal-Wolf Folk and Gray-haired Werewolves; if they haven’t been wiped out, regroup them, then bring Samantha, the Violent Bear Group, Fire Salamanders, and Giant Fire Ants, these followers, to attack the Bone-Chewing Clan together."
This was Galos’s first cautious and careful thought.
He gazed at the ogre territory, then slowly shook his head.
One of Galos’s goals was to one day knock down the entire world with the strength of a single dragon! So he would no longer need to live cautiously.
His current caution was to achieve future goals.
And although he was cautious, he was not timid.
Galos knew his level very well, clearly understanding his tier, and had a precise understanding of his own strength. He was not soone who, after growing and evolving, continued to suppress himself everywhere. Playing the pig for too long risks becoming a real pig.
"My speed, my burst, this brand new evolved dragon wings have placed in an invincible position."
"I do not need to fear an ogre clan, or a Gluttonous Demon that hasn’t matured; I can beat them alone."
"The goal of defeating the world with the strength of a single dragon...will begin as a trial with this ogre clan."
Galos confird repeatedly, ensuring that this was not influenced by arrogance or vanity but was a result of rational analysis after evaluating both parties’ levels. He even took a small nip of fairy scale powder to enhance his cognitive activity for this.
After careful consideration, he made up his mind.
anwhile, Gorging Demon Kalu was gnawing on the marble chunk handed over by a clansman, crunching it down to eat.
Its appetite was too great. If it ate nothing but fresh at, the entire clan would be dragged down by it. As the Chieftain, for the clan’s long-term developnt, Gorging Demon Kalu would also eat so stones to quell its hunger.
This was not just for the clan, but also for itself.
Only when the clan grows strong can it provide more food for it.
Suddenly, Kalu sniffed an unusual scent and paused its chewing, looking up at the sky.
A Dragon Shadow appeared blatantly in the Gorging Demon’s view, without hiding its dragon might and aura.
Not only the Gorging Demon, but a group of elite Ogre Warriors and several Mages also noticed the appearance of this Dragon Shadow.
However, they were not overly intimidated, instead their spirits were high with anticipation.
Ever since the birth of the Gorging Demon, the entire Bone-Chewing Clan had been in a state of excitent, exuberance, and relentless montum. Any obstruction or creature appearing in their path would be torn apart by them, turning into food for their continued growth.
"It’s a young dragon."
The Two-headed Ogre Mage, the most experienced and knowledgeable, spoke simultaneously from both heads.
"What kind of dragon?"
Kalu asked.
The left head of the Two-headed Ogre Mage said, "It seems like a Red Dragon." The right head disagreed, saying, "No, it’s an Iron Dragon!"
"It must be a Red Dragon!"
"It must be an Iron Dragon!"
The two heads began to argue and fight, as if the Ogre Mage had gone berserk, raising its fists, sotis pounding the left head, sotis knocking the right.
Kalu asked again, "Is it tasty?"
Can it be eaten?
Is it tasty?
These are the things Gorging Demon is most concerned about.
The Two-headed Ogre Mage stopped its actions and said in unison, "It must be tasty!"
Saliva dripped from Kalu’s mouth.
Looking up, its eyes revealed a trace of ’craftiness,’ as it shouted in a rough voice, "O Dragon in the sky, please co down to visit the Bone-Chewing Clan, I am willing to share food with you!"
The Red Iron Dragon suddenly flapped its wings, but instead of diving downward, it scattered the surrounding clouds into hundreds of ters of void, soaring toward a higher sky, seemingly frightened and escaped.
Kalu stared eagerly at the gradually diminishing Dragon Shadow, which was becoming difficult to discern, and sighed.
However, it hadn’t lowered its head or retracted its gaze yet.
Suddenly noticing a bright red light appearing in the distant sky, tearing through the firmant like a scarlet cot descending from above.
The pair of dragon wings, like fierce weapons, flapped as dense dark red flas surged from the ends of the silvery Crystal Bone.
Galos accelerated swiftly.
The crimson scales on the wing mbrane trembled at high frequency, cutting through the air, emitting a thousand blade-like hums. The explosive scales covering its body, due to rapid friction with the air, gradually turned into a glowing red, constantly emitting a muffled roar like thunder as it descended.
The rock walls cracked, tiny stones crumbled and fell.
The roar from breaking the sound barrier caused the ordinary ogres within the Bone-Chewing Clan to cover their ears in pain.
Kalu suddenly stood up, his eyes gleaming, staring intently at the descending cot-like Red Iron Dragon.
Thump, thump, thump!
He pounded his chest, making a drum-like noise, as his stout body visibly tightened with formidable strength, each muscle fiber twisting like steel wire.
"Co, Dragon!"
He roared loudly.
The elite warriors all gripped their weapons tightly, ready for battle, while several mages brewed their spells, waiting for the Giant Dragon to land.
However, they were disappointed.
Galos, upon nearing three hundred ters above the ground, suddenly flapped its wings.
Boom——!
Wave after wave of air currents expanded, uprooting and flinging away so tents, leaving the ground in chaos.
But this was only the tiniest aftermath.
Galos did not stop, as fiery streams surged behind its dragon wings. Its body glided across the air in a graceful arc, with unbelievable agility, instantly adjusting directions and ascending again.
At the sa ti.
The blaze red explosive scales that converted enough heat energy due to rapid friction with the air fell densely, like torrential rain, overwhelming the Bone-Chewing Clan.
The pupils of Gorging Demon Kalu suddenly shrank.
Boom, boom, boom, boom!
Torrents of fiery flas shot into the sky, emitting explosive roars like raging dragon screams, engulfing the Gorging Demon and the elite warriors and mages surrounding it.
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