A Dragon against the Whole World-Chapter 183 - 174: Recruiting Wyrmlings, Testing the Waters
"Russell."
Galos summoned the Dragon Vein Werewolf.
"My lord."
The strong werewolf, clad in iron-like Dragon Scales, knelt down.
"You will lead the cavalry and scouts, along with the Centaur Elite, to reconnoiter and ascertain the resource points and outpost distribution of the Bloodhoof Clan." The Red Iron Dragon then looked at the Flying Dragon Leader and said, "Tasha, lead the Flying Dragon group to harass the Bloodhoof Clan’s main camp, draw their attention, and cover for Russell."
Catching the scent of war, the Gorging Demon Kalu gnawed on a bone and came closer.
In a rough, impatient voice, he said, "Dragon Lord, what about me? I want to taste the horns."
Galos: "Gather the Hammer of Shattered Stars Warband, prepare for mobilization for the upcoming war."
As time passed, a series of orders continued to be issued either from his mouth or through Communication Stone.
Soon after, Galos let out a long sigh.
Such mundane matters should have been the responsibility of the Iron Dragon, to organize and report directly to Galos, but now that Iron Dragon Solrog is asleep, Galos has to do it himself.
No choice.
Red Dragons are somewhat reckless, White Dragons are of average intelligence, and there’s no need to mention Elf Dragons.
As for other servant leaders, there are indeed those with intelligence and excellent management skills, but it’s difficult for them to stand in a higher position and gain the other servants’ trust.
"The Dragon Valley is still too sparse, it needs more Dragons."
Galos thought to himself.
He focused on himself, unwilling to expend too much effort on the territory and followers. Now that the Iron Dragon is asleep, territory management and servant command have become sluggish, with no suitable Dragon to take charge, requiring Galos to manage.
"Perhaps I can learn from the Blue Dragon Race."
"Recruit, absorb, and cultivate young dragons from the herd, creating a Dragon community."
Galos pondered.
Among the Five-Colored Dragons, the Blue Dragon, also known as the Storm Dragon, represents thunder and storms, and is the most calm and rational of all the Five-Colored Dragons.
Blue Dragons will not abandon young dragons.
On the contrary, they gather them together for upbringing, and not only their offspring, but occasionally other Five-Colored young dragons that they encounter are also brought back to the family, then protected in the family’s name, as young dragons gradually grow into young adults, adult dragons... they too will become protectors of the family.
The Red Dragon is the head of the Five-Colored Dragons.
But in most cases, when Red Dragons encounter Blue Dragons, the Red Dragons come out worse because Blue Dragons travel in groups like Metal Dragons.
Of course, an Evil Dragon is still an Evil Dragon.
The Blue Dragon Race nurtures young dragons not out of goodwill, but for profit.
Big dragons cruelly exploit the interests of smaller dragons. In some dangerous battles, using the smaller dragons as cannon fodder to lead followers to their deaths is a common occurrence. In such an environment, young dragons either escape in the middle, die young, or eventually survive to become part of the upper ruling class, exerting pressure from the top down on weaker dragons.
"I can learn from the Blue Dragons’ way of absorbing young dragons, creating the Ignas Family."
"But I do not need to cruelly exploit downwards."
"The future of the Ignas Family, the future of Dragon Valley, should be a domain ruled by Dragons, not a narrow clan like the Blue Dragons."
With the bloodline of the Iron Dragon within him, Galos naturally also desires to establish a Dragon Empire.
He believes that if there is such an empire as his ’logistical’ support, it would also better aid his development and sustenance of life.
"What should I do now?"
At this time, White Dragon Trish asked.
Galos said, "Like me, rest and recuperate, prepare for battle."
He then no longer continued training, beginning to eat and rest, allowing his body to gradually return to its peak condition.
Meanwhile.
Bloodhoof Clan’s main camp.
Tall stone walls like city walls encircled it, with strong and tall Minotaur guards atop them. All the buildings inside the walls were made of stone, and low-tier buildings like wooden houses and tents were rarely seen.
Minotaur mages are skilled in harnessing the earth, controlling stone and soil.
They are adept at construction, though all the architectural styles are very rough, lacking any sense of beauty.
A barbaric and primitive atmosphere filled a stone hall, as Bal Bloodhoof’s dark pupils gleamed like an abyss, sweeping over the other Minotaurs.
His sturdy horns spiraled towards the sky, silent, his iron tower-like body seated on the highest throne.
Other Minotaur leaders were discussing the events that had occurred previously.
"We’ve been discovered; their response was quick."
"The exploration by the Flying Dragon group was just the first step; the Dragons residing in the Flying Dragon Valley will have more actions."
"We can’t sit and wait for death; we need to prepare."
"........."
The coarse voices of the Minotaurs rose and fell.
They knew that there were more than just Flying Dragons within Dragon Valley.
Long before the young Dragon targeted the White Mane Clan, the Minotaurs of Bloodhoof Clan had their sights on the Centaur. They desired further expansion and wanted to launch an attack on the White Mane Clan when the time was right.
However.
They hadn’t yet formally gone to war with the White Mane Clan.
The scouts initially meant to keep an eye on White Mane Clan inadvertently discovered the presence of a young Dragon, and the young Dragon had, before them, subdued the Centaur of the White Mane Clan.
Afterwards, the Bloodhoof Clan, through scout investigations and the Shaman’s prophecy spell, gradually located Dragon Valley.
But because the scouts were discovered by the patrolling Flying Dragons.
They also realized they were exposed in the eyes of the Dragons.
Soon after, the chief shaman of the Bloodhoof Clan opened a pair of lifeless white eyes, speaking slowly with a heavy tone: "I see war and flames, I see death and blood."
"Conflict with Dragons will bring danger to the clan."
After a pause, the shaman changed tone and said, "But danger and opportunity coexist. If we can overcome this danger and sacrifice the Dragon soul to the great Baphomet, the chieftain will become stronger, and the Bloodhoof Clan will receive more blessings."
The Minotaur nature is stubborn and tenacious.
Their ambition is fierce now, intent on expansion, aiming for dominance in the Border Area, trampling any obstacles and smashing enemies into bloody pulp.
"Minotaurs are unstoppable."
"Our horns are unbreakable!"
"Any enemy in our path will be crushed!"
Upon hearing the shaman’s words, all the Minotaur leaders let out excited roars.
Seconds later, they gradually calmed down, all turning their gaze towards the iron tower-like figure.
Their thoughts were secondary; crucial was the chieftain’s decision.
In the past, some Minotaurs had wanted to challenge the chieftain’s authority, but without exception, they all ended up dead.
Bal Bloodhoof, he bore black manes, his skin exposed without any excess flesh, muscles bulging like iron, entwined like thousand-year-old vines, strong and majestic.
His eyes were devoid of any color, like an abyss without a bottom.
Bal slowly stood up, his towering frame blocking out the light in the hall, casting a heavy shadow.
The hall was silent, the other Minotaurs felt an oppressive suffocation until Bal spoke, and the air seemed to flow again.
"Prepare for war!"
His voice deep and hoarse, he said.
The coarse shouts of the Minotaurs rose and fell.
Most suggested immediately assembling the clan’s warriors for a full-scale assault on Dragon Valley, but the chieftain rejected it.
"Victory is ours, but the enemy is not to be underestimated."
Bal ruled the Bloodhoof Clan with an iron fist, but he also possessed impressive wisdom, slowly saying, "Dragons are adept at flying. If they feel outmatched and choose to flee, there’s nothing we can do."
"I don’t fear the Dragons’ revenge, but merely driving them away is no different from failure in my eyes."
Bal’s voice boomed like thunder, "I want to use the lives and souls of Dragons to forge a path for the rise of the Bloodhoof Clan."
Under the gazes of the leaders, he issued orders.
In summary, they were to feign weakness, allowing the Dragons to act arrogantly, nurturing their pride and arrogance, and when the Dragons let their guard down, deliver a thunderous strike to seal their fate.
Just then, a sharp screech rang out from the sky.
The Flying Dragon group had arrived again.
"Still the Flying Dragons."
"These bipedal lizards are just probing, no need to worry."
Bal said calmly.
Then, in response to the Flying Dragon group’s harassment, the Bloodhoof Clan didn’t seem to care much.
They had anti-air measures, but kept them hidden, only retaliating slightly like before.
The Flying Dragon group didn’t take any risks either, only dropping stones from high altitudes to pester the Bloodhoof Clan territory, but such attacks had little effective damage and were completely blocked by the mages’ Defense Magic.
