A Dragon against the Whole World

After the war council ended, the Molten Iron Tribe, which had been quiet for a period in the Northwest Region, once again revealed its sharp fangs and claws.

Ogres, centaurs, snakefolk, werewolves, kobolds, war lizardfolk, jackal-wolf folk.

...Countless diverse yet equally fierce Molten Iron Soldiers were already fully armed, brimming with killing intent.

Subsequently, through orders cascading from the giant dragons down to each subordinate servant leader, the followers were quickly mixed and assembled, eventually forming a war legion that seemed capable of flattening every obstacle in its path.

This was not all.

On the Lion Heart Plain, in the Dark Jungle, Mist Swamp, and lush woodland.

Several vassal lords also led their own troops of distinct yet equally formidable beasts and monstrous armies, converging like hundreds of rivers into a sea from different directions, gradually merging with the main force of the Molten Iron Tribe.

The earth trembled slightly under their march, and the air was thick with an increasingly intense sense of war.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Massive, scale-armored giant dragons soared and glided under the low-hanging dark clouds, casting suffocating shadows, among which the most prominent was the King of Molten Iron.

"Golden Dragon Alberto, Iron Dragon Letitia, they will also come to join the battle."

The Red Iron Dragon’s gaze was as sharp as a knife, scanning the increasingly massive array of troops.

"The goal of this battle is clear: to decisively crush the Dominican Dragon Group, leaving no opportunity for those Blue Dragons to exploit their speed advantage."

He thought to himself.

The first battle would be the decisive one, a single battle determining the outcome!

This was the war strategy employed by the Molten Iron Tribe this time.

Simple, direct, and brutal.

Also aligned with Galos’s current mood.

As time passed, the anger within him, spawned by the Madness Fire, quietly accumulated quite a bit, needing release, and the Dominican Dragon Group would be an excellent target.

Soon, a brilliant golden dragon shadow, like sunlight piercing through the gloom, sped from the distant sky.

The dim sky beneath the dark clouds could not fully obscure his body, shining with a noble golden luster.

He swiftly approached, revealing his full form.

It was the muscle-bound, robust Golden Dragon, Alberto, surpassing even the Red Dragon of the same size.

However, at this moment, a noticeable shadow clouded Alberto’s majestic and stern dragon face, clearly indicating he was in a foul mood.

Having just had a brief conversation, Galos was well aware of the reason for his bad mood.

Alberto’s painstakingly developed territory was located in the Northeast Region, yet not long ago, during one of his absences, the giants under the Mountain King’s command launched a surprise attack, devastating the territory he had built, causing his years of effort to go down the drain.

"I’m very angry right now."

Alberto hovered before the Red Iron Dragon and said, "Galos, your timing is perfect; I’m not yet a match for the Mountain King and cannot directly retaliate, but I can vent my anger on those oblivious Blue Dragons and personally destroy their nauseatingly evil order!"

He made no effort to hide his inclination to vent his anger at this moment.

"You can beg me, and I’ll avenge you against the Mountain King."

The Red Iron Dragon chuckled and said, "If your pleading is sincere enough to satisfy me, I might consider agreeing. Those earthbound giants would likely be easier targets than the Blue Dragon Group, if nothing unexpected occurs."

Golden Dragon Alberto decisively shook his head.

"No, I’ll handle this matter with my own strength."

His voice slightly rose as he spoke to the Red Iron Dragon, "I have a strong premonition that my juvenile slumber is approaching quickly. Perhaps after the excitement of this battle, I will officially enter my slumber."

"When I next awaken, I will be an adult, and with my talent, my hard work, there’s a high chance my life level will directly rise to level 18."

Newly adult Golden Dragons typically average around level 16.

Alberto, still in his juvenile stage, was already comparable to an ordinary adult dragon.

He was confident that, after the transformative slumber, he could reach level 18 and surpass Galos in terms of life level.

"At that time..."

Alberto refocused on Galos, with a rekindled fighting spirit: "I will challenge you once again and avenge my previous defeat!"

Thinking that his strength would undergo a qualitative leap after his slumber, significantly raising his life level, the Golden Dragon’s confidence surged.

Only then did he belatedly notice that the Red Iron Dragon seemed to have become even more massive and imposing since their last meeting, the aura of life emanating from him becoming even more profound, as if he had undergone a breakthrough.

A sudden unease struck him, and he hesitantly asked, "By the way, what level are you now?"

The Investigation Technique for life levels couldn’t penetrate those higher than oneself, and Alberto knew that Galos’s level certainly surpassed his current self, but he estimated the gap wouldn’t be too large.

He believed that, after his slumber, he would likely surpass Galos.

"Only level 18, nothing much."

The Red Iron Dragon’s tone was calm and unperturbed.

Golden Dragon Alberto: "......"

He fell silent, as if an invisible hand had gripped his throat, his previously high spirits instantly freezing, rendering him speechless for a long while.

"How did your level increase so quickly?!"

A few seconds later, Alberto couldn’t help but ask.

The Red Iron Dragon leisurely replied, "All thanks to hard work."

The Golden Dragon fell silent once more.

Helpless, rare events happened; helpless, it seemed the other had some kind of advantage.