A Dragon against the Whole World-Chapter 172 - 164: The White Dragon’s Humiliation
Trish felt that she was being discriminated against.
As a White Dragon, most creatures facing her would be filled with fear or awe, but when encountering her kin, the gaze from her own kind was always disdainful and intolerable.
She originally came with the intention of avenging herself on the Centaurs.
When she saw the Red Iron Dragon at the Centaur Camp, her powerful self did not immediately take action.
The robust, imposing body of the Red Iron Dragon, its dense and fierce spines, its unique and domineering wings, and its lineage as one of the two leading Dragon Breeds, all made the White Dragon’s eyes light up, even giving rise to the idea of courtship.
She had never seen a Dragon like Galos before.
His posture and majestic aura captivated her somewhat.
As for the age difference, that was not a problem.
Dragons start to gradually mature sexually in their juvenile stage.
If one is exceptionally gifted, being attracted to and pursued by an older Dragon of the opposite sex is common.
Dragons often admire power, thus preferring powerful kin older than themselves.
However, to the surprise of the White Dragon.
The Red Iron Dragon, whom she admired and even wanted to pursue, spoke disrespectfully to her right off the bat, calling her ’White Scale’ in front of her.
In Dragon culture, this is almost the most discriminatory and insulting term for a White Dragon.
Trish was not an ordinary White Dragon; she thought herself highly gifted, reaching level 12 in her adulthood!
After the Dragon Sleep of adulthood, without yet stepping into her prime, she had already reached level 13.
This was not a standard for ordinary White Dragons.
Therefore, White Dragon Trish had her own pride and dignity.
Now her dignity was trampled, shame and anger filled her heart.
The subsequent words of the Red Iron Dragon, in her ears, sounded more like a sarcastic taunt of ’passive-aggressiveness.’
A mere juvenile dragon!
Daring to insult me so arrogantly!
Trish’s Dragon Wings suddenly flapped, the wingspan of nearly thirty meters unfolded, casting a thick shadow on the ground.
"A slip of the tongue?!"
Her voice was icy as she stared at Galos, roaring:
"Mixed-blood Dragon, all I see in you is damn arrogance and conceit. Has no Dragon taught you to respect Dragons older and more powerful than you?!"
Hearing the White Dragon’s words, Galos felt somewhat wronged.
He really did not mean to insult the White Dragon sincerely.
It was indeed that the prejudice and disdain towards White Dragons were deeply rooted within the Iron and Red Dragon bloodlines.
Layered together, the moment Galos saw the White Dragon, he instinctively blurted out the discriminatory term ’White Scale.’
Looking at the White Dragon’s size, she must be an adult, perhaps even nearing her prime.
With Galos’s personality, he actually did not want to provoke such an adult Dragon.
Though the reputation of White Dragons in the Dragon Race was somewhat poor.
Galos thought that, after all, a White Dragon was still a Dragon.
A Dragon over a hundred years, nearing two hundred, might possess some special means and cards, best not to provoke.
Moreover, compared to him, her body was slender, almost like a reed.
However, her body length of sixteen meters was apparent, while Galos did not even reach fourteen meters from head to tail.
At a glance, the White Dragon’s physical attributes seemed to exceed his.
Nonetheless.
With things as they were, Galos would not retreat unconditionally.
In the eyes of Evil Dragons, retreat signifies weakness, and weakness means being a target for bullying; one must show appropriate toughness.
More importantly.
As for the White Dragon, Galos did not discriminate nor hold prejudice against her.
But he also felt vaguely that the White Dragon wasn’t a significant threat to him, even though this White Dragon was far older than him.
The spines of the Red Iron Dragon slightly raised as he said:
"I apologize, Lady White Dragon."
He lifted his head, meeting the chilling gaze of the White Dragon: "If you’re here for revenge, these Centaurs are now my followers, my wealth; I cannot allow you to slaughter them at will."
Hearing the Red Iron Dragon’s words.
The White Dragon became even angrier.
The Centaurs, whom she couldn’t subdue, why should they submit to a juvenile dragon?
"The Red Dragons fancy themselves as the kings of the Five-Colored Dragons, looking down on any Dragon, and the Iron Dragons are so selfsatisfied, believing themselves the dominators of Dragons, thinking they should rule all Giant Dragons."
The White Dragon exhaled cold air, her back almost arched, ready to strike.
"Mixed-blood Dragon, let me see what you are capable of that makes you so boastful before an adult Dragon!"
Trish’s Dragon Wings suddenly flared, stirring up a gust.
She dove down, four Dragon Claws slashing through the air, ice crystals forming into sharp icy blades at her talons, glinting with a fierce chill in the night.
"Let me teach you what respect means!"
The White Dragon’s roar echoed in the sky.
Battle was inevitable, Galos flapped his wings, spiraling straight up to meet the diving White Dragon.
Under the gaze of the assembled Centaurs, the White Dragon’s dive traced an icy-blue trail across the sky, while Galos soared up against the wind pressure, like a scarlet meteor heading for the heavens.
At the instant their dragon forms clashed, ice fog and sparks burst out, like a small meteor shower falling to the earth.
Elvira took a deep breath, drawing the longbow from her back, notching an arrow, her sharp eyes locking onto the White Dragon battling in the sky, ready to release the arrow at any moment.
"Hold on for now."
The voice of Silver Mane came softly from the side, saying: "Without the Dragon Lord’s orders, don’t recklessly intervene."
Meanwhile, the battle in the night sky instantly hit a fevered pitch as the two dragons closed in.
