The red sunset sank, seeping out fiery clouds, dyeing the forest in layers.
"The answer is patience."
The Red-Silver Dragon whispered softly.
Garros was slightly stunned, then wore an expression of sudden realization, and slowly said: "What a beautiful and appropriate riddle, Deborah. Patience is the one thing I do not lack."
He was not a blockhead who understood nothing, nor did he like to pretend to be stupid; he heard the subtext of the Red-Silver Dragon.
Patience. Metallic Dragons usually only seek mates after reaching adulthood, and only think about having offspring once all preparations are in place. They revere the philosophy of eugenics and try their best to provide good treatment for their descendants.
Unlike Chromatic Dragons, who want to indulge their desires during their juvenile stage or even adolescence.
If a female Evil Dragon gets pregnant too early, some will even directly abandon the dragon egg; those with a slightly better conscience will throw it into the territory of the Blue Dragon clan.
"Deborah's meaning is that she actually doesn't reject me, and even has a good impression of me."
"It's just that she isn't ready yet."
Garros pondered in his heart.
After activating her Silver Dragon Bloodline, Deborah's appearance was first-class in terms of elegance and beauty among Dragonkin. Her eyes flowed with a liveliness and cunning that also belonged to the Copper Dragon. Otherwise, the Red-Iron Dragon wouldn't have been unable to suppress his desires back then.
"Hmm, it's also possible that I'm just being wishful."
"After all, one of the biggest illusions in life is — she likes me."
"Let nature take its course."
Garros felt calm, and deep down, he didn't care too much about these kinds of things.
His goal was longevity, and a trace of ambition for immortality.
By comparison, everything else was an accessory or seasoning on the road to longevity.
However, regardless, the return of the Red-Silver Dragon was a good thing for Garros.
The friction between the Molten Iron Tribe and the Golden Tooth Tribe was constant. If both sides refused to yield, the conflict would inevitably intensify day by day. The return of the Red-Silver Dragon was timely and could prevent any unexpected events.
The Red-Silver Dragon's eyes darted around, not daring to look directly into the Red-Iron Dragon's eyes.
She swayed her slender tail from side to side, her gaze wandering as if looking at the surrounding scenery—the forest, which had just been destroyed by battle, was a mess and not worth admiring.
Until Garros responded.
She slowly turned her head back to look at Garros.
"Patience is a noble quality."
She said: "Evil Dragons are always lacking in patience, too impatient, and eager for quick success. Garros, you are different. I am happy for you."
After this thinly veiled addition.
The Red-Silver Dragon shifted her gaze again, pretending to be interested in a burning tree stump.
It was just that her long, beautiful tail curled, circled, and tangled from time to time. These subconscious little actions betrayed her thoughts.
"Look at the Wild Monster Lord I recently recruited."
Garros's gaze moved away from the Red-Silver Dragon's tail and turned to look at the White Tiger lying on the ground.
When the two dragons were talking, the White Tiger did not take the opportunity to escape, but just crawled quietly on the ground. Its intelligence was not as high as the Chimera, but it instinctively knew that it should not run away.
There were many scars on the White Tiger's body, dense and numerous, some of which were deep enough to see the bone.
However, in this short period of time, all the wounds had stopped bleeding, stabilizing its gradually waning and weakening breath.
The Physique of an Advanced Vicious Beast was evident.
"A Dire Tiger that can grow to this level is probably more powerful than White Scale in your territory."
The Red-Silver Dragon blinked, her silver pupils shining in the sunset, and said: "Are you clearing out the Wild Monster Lords in the southwest? I can help you."
Garros shook his head slightly.
"Clearing them out is only one of the goals."
He said: "The most critical thing is that I want to familiarize myself with the powers and skills that changed after my slumber through battles with Wild Monster Lords. Besides, if I can subdue them, then subduing is the priority."
Wild Monster Lords can govern a region, and they are powerful and arrogant creatures themselves, being top-tier predators.
Only by subduing them one-on-one and making the Wild Monster Lord sincerely submit is there a possibility of making them surrender. Furthermore, in this aspect, Dragonkin naturally possess an extraordinary majesty over other Vicious Beasts and monsters, giving them a unique advantage.
For example.
If it were the Golden Tooth Tribe.
They rely on numbers to surround and defeat a Dire Tiger, and they can capture it or kill it.
But it is difficult to make it submit.
Even if they win with a single powerful mecha, because the mecha lacks dragon might and is just a cold piece of metal in the eyes of the Dire Tiger, it is equally difficult to make it submit.
"The Wild Monster Lords of The Borderlands."
"The probability of me subduing them is relatively high."
"As for the other Four Great Tribes, they basically only have the options of killing, expelling, or capturing. The probability of taming a Wild Monster Lord is slim."
Garros calculated in his heart.
The rise of the Molten Iron Tribe was fast, but the development time was too short, and its foundation was somewhat inferior compared to the Four Great Tribes of The Borderlands.
Garros, as the leader, might be on the same level as the leaders of the Four Great Tribes.
Perhaps even a little stronger than them.
As for the lowest level of 'cannon fodder', the Molten Iron Tribe occupies a negligible advantage because of the large number of Gnolls and Kobolds like weeds.
However.
The number of key backbones—the middle-to-upper-level and middle-to-lower-level leaders, elites, and combat units—is much inferior.
Wild Monster Lords can make up for this.
They are not easy to control, and even Garros does not have 100% confidence in taming them; for example, the previous Chimera only thought of escaping when death was imminent, without the slightest thought of submission.
However, as long as they can be controlled, Wild Monster Lords can become the Sharp Weapon for the Molten Iron Tribe's breakthroughs.
And it doesn't take many.
Every Wild Monster Lord can directly increase the high-end power of the Molten Iron Tribe, and they will not be eliminated in a short time.
"I understand what you mean. You mainly want to subdue the Wild Monster Lords."
The Red-Silver Dragon reminded: "One is fine, but if there are many of these creatures, unless you keep an eye on them and have your suppression, they will easily break out into fierce conflicts, or even bloodshed and death."
Garros nodded: "I have already considered this point."
The White Tiger had been entrenched in the Howling Wind Forest for a long time and was more adapted to this place, so there was no need to take it to the Dragon Valley.
Garros walked to the front of the White Tiger with steady steps, stretched out a single claw, placed it on its forehead, and used the telepathy skill again to convey his thoughts to it.
It could stay in the Howling Wind Forest. This territory would belong to Garros, and it would just be guarding it on his behalf.
Later, a group of soldiers from various battle groups would come to station in the Howling Wind Forest to build stricter outposts and fortifications, among which there would be shamans with wild-beast-communication skills who could communicate with the White Tiger to a certain extent.
If the White Tiger needed to do something, Garros would notify it separately.
Woo-roar. The White Tiger let out a low growl, raised its head, and gently rubbed against the Red-Iron Dragon's claw, indicating it understood.
Its intelligence was slightly lower than that of semi-intelligent life forms like the Earth Rampage Bear, but higher than that of ordinary beasts, roughly equivalent to the intelligence of an eight or nine-year-old human child, and it could understand Garros's meaning.
—Guard the Howling Wind Forest, live in harmony with the dependents of the Molten Iron Tribe, and wait for subsequent orders.
These were not difficult for the White Tiger to accept.
"Deborah, do you know how to clear the Abyssal Rift?"
Garros changed the subject and asked.
Hearing this, the Red-Silver Dragon was a little surprised: "Abyssal Rift? Are you talking about the spatial passage that can connect to the Bottomless Abyss?"
Garros: "Yes, you have seen my battle with the Atavistic Demon Bull before. A miniature Abyssal Rift was generated where he died. I don't know if it was a coincidence or if there are other reasons."
The Red-Silver Dragon's expression became serious: "The possibility of it being a coincidence is minimal. Do you want to clear it?"
Garros nodded: "It hasn't caused a major crisis yet and is within a controllable range, but it is a hidden danger after all."
"I'm thinking that if possible, it's best to solve it first."
The Red-Silver Dragon nodded gently, agreeing: "Your idea is very correct. The Bottomless Abyss is the representative of chaos and evil. Anything tainted by the Abyss is unlikely to have a good ending."
"So, do you have a way?" Garros asked.
The Red-Silver Dragon shook her head in shame: "Abyssal Rifts are extremely difficult to remove. My level is not high enough."
After a pause, she said: "However, I can ask my father for help. He can probably handle a miniature Abyssal Rift, and even if he can't, he can ask my Golden Dragon grandfather for help."
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