A Dragon against the Whole World

Chapter 80: Chapter 80: Challenging Downward, Not Upward

The wilderness during the rainy season is soaked by continuous rain, the originally clear scent of prey is scattered and mixed, making it difficult to discern, the streams swelling, washing away footprints and traces, leaving trackers lost.

The blood and flesh of prey spoil rapidly in the sweltering humidity, even if successfully hunted, it is hard to preserve for long.

The Jackal-Wolf Folk of the Red Eye Clan.

The War Lizardfolk of the Clawbreak Clan.

They unanimously chose, when the rain weakened, to pass through the clan-controlled routes, arrive at a certain section of the Scale Earth Rift, begin their ambush, and conduct plundering.

According to past experiences of the clans.

They know that the rainy season in the Sel Wilderness won’t end so quickly, above the drizzling rain, the clouds in the sky are building up more ferocious storms, threatening to descend at any moment, so whatever they do, it’s best to choose times when the rain isn’t strong to start.

Strangely.

The Ogres of the Bone-Chewing Clan remain hunkered down within their territory, not venturing out in large numbers.

Even with one less clan.

A few caravans passing through the Scale Earth Rift, after being exploited and looted by the Jackal-Wolf Folk and War Lizardfolk, cannot reach the section occupied by the Howling Moon Clan, and those reaching the Red Eye Clan and Clawbreak Clan are large caravans they wouldn’t dare touch, and the Howling Moon Clan lacks confidence to plunder them.

”Red Eye Clan and Clawbreak Clan.”

”Jackal-Wolf Folk, War Lizardfolk.”

Galos squinted slightly, contemplating inwardly.

He hasn’t personally explored the general situation of these two clans, but understands them somewhat through the Howling Moon Clan.

Individual Jackal-Wolf Folk are weaker than Gray-haired Werewolves, but the overall level of the Red Eye Clan is about the same as the Howling Moon Clan.

Their leader is a Commander.

Jackal-Wolf Commander—within Jackal-Wolf society, it is not just a status, but also a type of rank.

The most powerful and fierce individual of the Jackal-Wolf Race, through a ritual of devouring the hearts of other Jackal-Wolves, ascends to Commander, the ritual failing results in high death probability, but once successful, gains many extraordinary skills.

The Jackal-Wolf Commander can enhance surrounding kin, imbuing their attacks with extra damage or movement advantages, making them courageous and fearless in the face of death, also able to unleash power far exceeding a normal Jackal-Wolf.

Besides the Jackal-Wolf Commander.

The Red Eye Clan has a Sacrifice.

Sacrifice differs from Shaman.

Shamans gain extraordinary power through meditation and communication with Spirits of Nature, Ancestral Spirits, the essences of beasts and flora, etc., while Sacrifices serve gods, offering sacrifices to obtain corresponding blessings.

The Jackal-Wolf Sacrifice worships the god [Yenogu] known as Jackal-Wolf God.

This is a divine spirit, also a Demon Lord.

Receiving its blessing, the survival skills of the Jackal-Wolf Sacrifice are inferior to that of a Shaman, but it masters many brutal sacrificial rituals and divine arts.

It is certain.

The Jackal-Wolf Commander and Sacrifice are both level 7 life forms.

”Clawbreak Clan and Bone-Chewing Clan are larger, their clan strength greater.”

”Since so, begin with the Red Eye Clan.”

Galos thought.

Choose the softer persimmon to squeeze.

The Commander and Sacrifice of the Red Eye Clan might be difficult for the Howling Moon Clan to challenge, but to Galos, they are nothing; he, despite being cautious, knows his own tier of power.

Such creatures like Jackal-Wolves.

Even at the same life level, no matter how many times more, they struggle to pose a life threat to the Dragon Race.

Clawbreak Clan and the stronger Bone-Chewing Clan contain individuals of higher life levels, but honestly, given Galos’s current strength, should he wish, he could easily pay a direct visit.

However, Galos doesn’t favor such actions.

He enjoys exceeding limits in battle, but not upwards.

If conditions are favorable.

Galos desires to ’exceed limits’ against level 6, 5, and 4 creatures.

He lacks the resolve of a strong one wielding a knife against stronger ones, nor does he have significant ambition, perhaps someday, but for now, he abides by the principle of life supremacy, wanting merely to live long, if possible, live comfortably.

Galos told the Wolfman Shaman, ”Continue to dispatch werewolves to lie in ambush at the Scale Earth Rift; soon, other clans will pose no threat to you.”

”What do you plan to do?”

The Wolfman Shaman asked.

Galos grinned, revealing sharp dragon teeth, ”Starting with the Red Eye Clan, they will either be destroyed or become your companions.”

Hearing this, the Wolfman Shaman was slightly moved.

As a Shaman, it communicates with all of nature for years, keen of mind, through interaction with Galos, it gradually realized that although Galos claims not to be an Evil Dragon, he subtly exudes an extremely dangerous vibe.

If loyalty had been refused initially.

What awaited the Howling Moon Clan would likely be destruction.

It contemplated, somewhat thankful, not regretting its initial choice.

Galos didn’t treat them cruelly; the one thing intimidating to the werewolves was his liking of demanding them to besiege him until exhausted, but this also serves as training for them.

Moreover, Galos sharpens combat techniques through hunting, not requiring food from the werewolves, even when he hunts surrounding ferocious beasts or monsters, if he is satiated and hunts more, he rewards the clan.

The ferocious beasts and monsters Galos targets are rare feasts for the Howling Moon Clan.

Galos’s protection is also important.

His Dragon Race aura causes beasts previously attacking the clan to not dare approach, significantly reducing threats from other clans, reassuring werewolves, allowing focus on other tasks, resulting in several female wolves being pregnant recently.

”Howling Moon Clan is ever ready!”

”Awaiting your command, the werewolves shall become your claws, your vanguard.”

The Shaman knelt once more, a steadfast tone, expressing loyalty.

Under Galos’s protection and gifts, it too prepared for battle on his behalf.

Yet, Galos shook his head nonchalantly.

”No need for you to fight.”

After a pause, he added, ”Let the young adults in the clan rest well, give them the best food, I hope their claws grow sharper, able to leave marks on me, make me bleed.”

The Elder Shaman fell silent, left speechless.

Is the clan’s documentation on the Dragon Race perhaps erroneous?

It thought.

If it had known beforehand dragons were like Galos, without him offering a choice, upon seeing him, it surely would lead the entire clan instantly surrender!

The wilderness ground is replete with obstacles.

Now it’s the rainy season, invasive weeds, muddy everywhere, shrubs flourishing wildly.

Galos disdains the werewolves’ ground movement speed, choosing not to attack the Red Eye Clan alongside them; with their pace, who knows how long they’d take to reach the Red Eye Clan.

Might as well handle it alone.

His goal in rallying followers wasn’t mainly for battle anyway.

Galos flapped his wings, ascended into the light rain, quickly disappearing into the thick clouds, vanishing.

Meanwhile, as he headed for the Jackal-Wolf Folk’s Red Eye Clan.

In the western Sel Wilds, near the Boiling Sea, a Giant Clan consisting of over ten Stone Giants was forced to organize belongings within their territory, preparing to migrate north.

”Elder, will we return?”

Standing high, gazing back at the surging Boiling Sea, the young Stone Giant asked the Stone Giant Elder, coarse and gruff.

”When our power is enough to kill this group of Blue Dragons, we’ll return and reclaim our land.”

The stalwart Stone Giant Elder spoke grimly, voice like rubbing stones, rough and muffled.

At Cliff Strait, their clan engaged in a years-long campaign against a faction of the Blue Dragon Race over territory.

But as time passed, the Stone Giants gradually lost strength, originally over thirty Stone Giants, now only eleven survived, mostly juveniles.

If the war continued, they’d face total annihilation.

Forced into desperation.

The Stone Giants chose to abandon their previous territory and migrate, temporarily avoiding the Blue Dragon Race’s edge, fleeing north.