Translator: AnubisTL
Naris was filled with deep regret, bitterly lamenting her past decision.
If only she had known the Lord of the Crimson Wings possessed such terrifying power, she would have led her entire tribe to submit immediately.
She would have had the most beautiful maidens of her clan present venomscale flower and kneel humbly before the gates of the Ironforged Tribe to greet them. When the Ironforged Tribe needed support, she would have charged into battle without hesitation, instead of remaining indecisive, watching from the sidelines, and ultimately facing the consequences.
A single wrong choice now demands repayment in blood.
She sighed heavily in her heart.
The Six-armed Serpent Woman slowly lowered all her arms, the sharp blades no longer aimed at Iron Dragon Solgorn.
"This was not my intention," she said, bowing her head and speaking in a humble tone to the iron dragon.
"Noble Iron King, the Venomtail Tribe wishes to submit and pledges eternal loyalty. Whatever the cost, we beg you to forgive our past ignorance and transgression."
Seeing the Serpent Woman's submissive posture, the Iron Dragon nodded slightly and said in a deep voice, "It seems you do not wish to see the Serpentman Tribe perish."
But his tone immediately turned cold and resolute. "However, loyalty gained without conquest is too easily won. It would not satisfy the warriors of the Ironforged Tribe."
"They have sharpened their claws and fangs, and they crave the baptism of battle and blood."
The Six-armed Serpent Woman's pupils constricted sharply, a chill rising in her heart.
Then, the Iron Dragon's deep voice continued, "Naris, are you prepared to be conquered?"
The Serpent Woman remained silent for a moment before slowly and heavily nodding her head.
Whoosh!
The Iron Dragon suddenly spread his wings and soared into the sky.
"Attack!"
At his command, the Ironforged behemoth took another unstoppable step forward, advancing toward the Swamp of the Dead.
The Six-armed Serpent Woman gripped and released her weapon repeatedly, but ultimately restrained the urge to strike.
Soon, the Ironforged Legion and the Serpentman warriors clashed in close combat.
The white tiger roared, its claws tearing through flesh and bone as it tore through the battlefield. The might of a lord-class ferocious beast proved unstoppable. Centaur Ironhooves shattered the earth as their spears pierced serpentman bodies like lightning. Ogres smashed venomous snakes and fierce pythons into pulp with their massive clubs. Werewolf claws easily tore through serpentman throats. The Venomtail Tribe's defenses crumbled almost instantly, leaving the battlefield a one-sided slaughter.
For the strength of the Frontierlands tribes, this performance was disappointingly poor.
But there was a reason for this—
Under the Six-armed Serpent Woman Chief's command, the Venomtail Tribe's high-ranking bosses, powerful sorcerers, and shamans were restrained from launching a full-scale counterattack. They passively defended against the Ironforged Soldiers' assaults, retreating without any will to fight.
Finally, after countless lives were lost, the entire swamp was stained crimson with blood.
"Surrender and live!"
The iron dragon circled overhead, its roar thundering across the battlefield.
The serpentmen, already consumed by terror, threw down their weapons and prostrated themselves in the blood-soaked mire.
The Six-armed Serpent Woman was among them.
She had been singled out by the white tiger. Having only defended and not attacked, and given that her sword saint path offered little defensive prowess, her body was covered in savage wounds inflicted by the ferocious tiger.
Her face was pale, her skin torn and bleeding, making her look exceptionally fragile.
Iron Dragon Solgorn landed once more.
With his massive dragon claw, he lifted the Serpent Woman's chin, allowing her to stand upright again, her long, coiling serpent tail supporting her.
"Naris, you have made a wise choice this time."
The iron dragon's voice struck her soul, bringing her immense relief. The tension that had gripped her for so long finally relaxed.
The battle had decimated the Venomtail Tribe, reducing their population by more than half.
Yet, thanks to the Six-armed Serpent Woman's final, prudent decision, they had avoided complete annihilation and managed to preserve their bloodline.
"It is an honor for us serpentmen to serve the noble dragon race."
"From this day forward, the Venomtail serpentmen will forever be subservient to the dragon wing, ready to be commanded at your will."
The sword saint disarmed himself completely, letting his longswords clatter to the ground one by one.
The Serpent Woman flicked her forked tongue, gazing up at the iron dragon's majestic head. She gently licked the tip of his cold, hard claw.
"And that includes me," she declared.
Naris saw burning desire and aggression in the iron dragon's eyes.
She felt no resistance to this, only a sense of relief—without it, the Venomtail Tribe might have faced even crueler treatment.
Solgorn lowered his gaze to study the Serpent Woman.
Though the Six-armed Serpent Woman was covered in wounds, her beauty remained undiminished. The stark contrast between her bloodied form and snow-white skin lent her a breathtaking, battle-worn allure.
The iron dragon let out a heavy, labored breath, but quickly regained his composure.
To the Serpent Woman's surprise, the lust burning in the iron dragon's eyes gradually faded, replaced by a gaze of artistic appreciation, as if he were appraising a masterpiece.
Why this change?
The Serpent Woman was filled with confusion.
Is my allure insufficient? Or does this iron dragon, lacking mastery of transformation magic, fear he might harm me?
"A sword saint's physique can withstand any storm," she reminded him pointedly. "Iron King, you need not worry."
She knew the Venomtail Tribe had fallen from favor due to past mistakes. In her view, gaining the iron dragon's favor would be a boon to her tribe.
As she spoke, her eyes flickered, and her serpentine tail swept upward, brushing against the iron dragon's chest with deliberate provocation. She could feel the hardness and warmth of his scales, yet he remained utterly still.
"Beauty is like a bone-scraping steel blade; it corrodes a warrior's will."
The iron dragon released his claws, allowing the cool snake tail to slither across his chest.
His stern, dragon face remained impassive as he declared, his gaze burning like a torch:
"Until I have fully mastered my desires, I will not touch any female."
"It would cloud my judgment and weaken my resolve."
Solgorn was well aware that his resistance to desire was inferior to Garos's.
Once he gave in, the dragon bloodline's influence would likely trap him in indulgence, from which he might never escape.
Given this, it was better to stay away for now.
To avoid making foolish decisions driven by desire.
Conquering a powerful female, watching her transition from defiance to submission, even to the point of actively seducing him, would undoubtedly be pleasurable.
However.
The grand ambition of establishing a Dragon Kingdom was Iron Dragon Solgorn's true pursuit. Compared to this ambition, everything else must yield.
"Moreover, I understand your position."
"You do not truly submit to me, but merely bowed to the Ironforged Tribe out of necessity."
The iron dragon calmly stated, "I am not satisfied with such incomplete conquest. But one day, Naris, you will willingly come to me."
Hearing these words, the Six-armed Serpent Woman's eyes flickered, surprised by the dragonkind's self-restraint.
Compared to those who roar and indulge their desires, Naris suddenly found this adolescent iron dragon before her to be even more unfathomable, precisely because he understood how to curb his desires.
But the problem remained: as far as Naris knew, even the Iron King was only second-in-command within the Ironforged Tribe. Above him stood the Lord of the Crimson Wings, the one who had struck fear into the Venomtail Tribe and swept through the Frontierlands.
If the Iron King was already so extraordinary, what kind of presence must the Lord of the Crimson Wings possess?
The Serpent Woman suddenly asked, "If the Lord of the Ironforged Tribe stood here instead, how would he treat me?"
The sudden question surprised even Naris herself. Perhaps it was because the iron dragon had mentioned "sincerity," and she couldn't help but wonder how the more powerful Lord of the Crimson Wings would view her submission.
Hearing the question, the iron dragon Solgorn scrutinized the Serpent Woman for a moment before suddenly scoffing. "In his eyes, you and that beast wouldn't be much different—you might even be inferior."
The "it" here refers to the Ferocious White Tiger baring its teeth beside them.
Years of companionship had made Solgorn intimately familiar with his brother.
Garos seemed to lack ambition, always focusing on self-improvement and living a peaceful, fulfilling life.
But as a mind mage, Solgorn could vaguely sense that beneath the red-iron dragon's calm exterior burned a fiery passion capable of incinerating the world.
The iron dragon yearned to establish a Dragon Kingdom, yet he understood that even the grandest empires eventually crumble.
His brother's true desire, buried deep within his heart, was eternal life, a status rivaling the gods, and immortality surpassing the stars.
"I'm less than a white tiger?" the Six-armed Serpent Woman asked, staring at the ferocious tiger tearing into the corpse of a giant python with its claws, her voice filled with disbelief.
Iron Dragon Solgorn sneered. "Of course. He's long abandoned such trivial pursuits. His will is as unyielding as steel—a serpent woman like you would only earn his disdain."
TL/N: Garos is a dragon of focus, commitment and sheer fucking will.
(End of the Chapter)
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