A Dragon against the Whole World

He quietly stared at the Golden Dragon, his gaze lingering particularly on the armor she wore.

With keen perception, he judged that this female Golden Dragon should have just entered adulthood not long ago, with a life level around 17, one level lower than him, and one level higher than Alberto.

Typically, when facing opponents of the same level, even powerful Giant Dragons, Galos often easily holds an overwhelming advantage to secure a victory.

However, this 17th-level Golden Dragon required him to fully unleash his battle state to thoroughly suppress her.

Moreover, she seemed to still have reserves, not fighting desperately or reaching her limit.

If this strength came entirely from within her, then Galos might have felt a tinge of excitement at meeting a rival who could match him in the Path of Martial Combat.

But evidently, her performance in contending with him heavily relied on that magnificent and powerful armor.

If she were to remove that armor, Galos was confident he could subdue her with ease.

"A set of armor that allows a 17th-level Golden Dragon to directly contend with my battle-fury state without immediate defeat."

"Ordinary 20th-level Giant Dragons might not be able to take down such well-equipped her in a short time; if it were other racial creatures, facing her fully armed, their chances of victory would be slim. This armor is indeed an extraordinary treasure."

Galos thought silently.

In the Metal Dragon Race, especially for Upper-Rank Dragon species like the Golden Dragon, it is common knowledge that they generally receive generous gifts and careful protection from their elders.

However, for this, Galos felt no envy.

After all, his Red Dragon Father was also exceedingly generous and supportive towards him.

Did he ever boast about it to the outside world? No!

At this moment, Nasha was panting heavily, her chest rising and falling vigorously as she struggled up from the icy ground.

Her gaze swept across the prominent and sturdy Red Iron Dragon, the cold and elegant Blue Dragon Zoraya, the graceful Red Silver Dragon Deborah, and finally, her eyes fixed like nails on her younger brother—Golden Dragon Alberto.

"Alberto, now, tell me, what on earth is going on? Why are you hanging out with such a group of dragons?"

She questioned sternly.

"Well... it’s a long story."

Alberto scratched his head with his claw, organized his words, and then briefly narrated his main experiences after sneaking out of the Fubo Dragon Domain.

Starting with his encounter with the Red Iron Dragon in the Border Area.

Because their first battle ended in a tie, evenly matched, and he found out the Red Iron Dragon was not a violent and ferocious dragon, they developed a mutual admiration and became allies, fighting side by side multiple times thereafter.

His words were somewhat embellished.

However, that was not the focus, and neither Golden Dragon Nasha nor Galos minded.

"The Border Area, and the currently Galos-managed Northwest Wilderness Region,"

Alberto looked around and said, "Under his governance, these places have been thriving and orderly."

"The evil dragons under his command have also restrained their claws, not daring to act recklessly, working within the rules."

"If you investigate and observe a bit, you can verify this. To be honest, maintaining such order is something many self-proclaimed righteous Metal Dragons find difficult to achieve."

"Nasha, if you understand Galos, you’d know he is worth associating with."

Alberto concluded, his tone unusually serious.

After listening to her brother’s lengthy explanation, Nasha’s tense and vigilant expression visibly softened.

The anger dissipated and was replaced by contemplation.

"This foolish brother of mine, Alberto, is always proud and arrogant, and for him to describe someone as evenly matched, with mutual admiration, and to entrust them with such praise... this Red Iron Dragon must indeed be extraordinary, nothing like a typical evil dragon."

Nasha reassessed in her mind.

She carefully examined the imposing Red Iron Dragon before her, trying to remain unbiased, and was again deeply impressed by its incredible physical strength, which was nearly unfathomable.

A sense of caution and apprehension rose in her heart.

Yet at the same time, an unstoppable curiosity, like quietly growing vines, wrapped and spread in her heart, growing stronger.

What kind of evil dragon could make more than one Metal Dragon willingly vouch for him?

Moments later, the armor pieces on her body fell away one by one and were put away, indicating she had withdrawn her hostility.

"I apologize for my previous reckless attack, King of Molten Iron."

Nasha calmed her anger and hostility, slightly lowered her head, displaying the demeanor and grace expected of the Golden Dragon Race: "It was my fault for acting rashly without understanding the situation, causing a misunderstanding."

Galos nodded slightly and said, "I accept your apology."

Just, slightly reckless, yet not stubborn, and willing to admit mistakes—he quickly sketched a rough impression of her personality in his mind.

"Nasha Orellius, from the Fubo Dragon Domain, blood kin of Alberto."

The Golden Dragon fixed her gaze on Galos, formally introducing herself.

"Standing before you is the great King of Molten Iron, Lord of the Borderland, ruler of the Northwest Region, the Giant Dragon known for renowned titles like Death Omen Star and Sky-Splitting Wings—Galos Ignas!"

A voice with a sing-song cadence emerged appropriately.

More precisely, it flowed from Elf Dragon Vera’s mouth.

She had somehow come up close, conducting this rather ceremonious introduction on behalf of Galos.