A Dragon against the Whole World

Chapter 97: Chapter 97: Barrel of Black Oil, So, So, So... Potent!

”I can see you have the heart of a strong warrior.”

Galos gazed at Zong Fire, speaking slowly and methodically.

”You are truly perceptive!”

Zong Fire lifted his chin and said.

Galos spread his wings, stood upright, and his gaze turned calm yet dangerous. He spoke in a deep voice, ”I’ve heard this saying.”

”The strong draw their blades against stronger foes, the weak wield their blades against weaker opponents.”

Zong Fire didn’t understand Galos’ precise meaning, but he nodded in agreement, trying to appear respectful, and said, ”A truly wise saying.”

Galos suddenly grinned.

”Since you agree, challenge me then, prove your strength to me.”

He said.

Zong Fire was slightly taken aback, looking at Galos’ massive form, the terrifying pressure emanating from him causing a slight hitch in his breath. The smile on his wolf face became somewhat forced as he said, ”You must be joking.”

It was only at this moment.

He realized that he might have been a bit presumptuous earlier, and he reined in his slight arrogance.

Galos took a step forward, walking to Zong Fire and shadowing him as his strong body blocked the moonlight.

”So, are you saying your earlier words were mocking me?”

His voice suddenly became chilling, and his eyes stared directly at Zong Fire, causing the young werewolf’s fur to stand on end.

Daring to puff up? Instead of immediately kneeling and begging for forgiveness.

”I dare not, please forgive me.”

Zong Fire knelt to the ground and lowered his head.

Galos remained expressionless, ”I admire your courage. As long as you can leave a scar on me, consider your challenge successful, and I will give you the position of Chieftain.”

Zong Fire’s eyes lit up, and he seemed raring to try as he stood up.

”Great Dragon Lord, I will do my best.”

He said this.

Immediately, the other werewolves scattered fearfully, leaving plenty of open space.

Russell and the Elder Shaman sighed silently, having already foreseen Zong Fire’s reckless outcome. The Dragon Lord had given more than one opportunity, but he had failed to seize them.

Zong Fire backed up several dozen meters, taking a deep breath, with his muscles tensed like iron.

His hind feet scratched deep marks into the ground, a glint of ferocity flashing in his eyes as he stared straight at the Dragon Race in front of him.

He had faced and left many scars on even larger ferocious beasts than Galos, successfully hunting them with the cooperation of his clan.

In his view, Galos, as a member of the Dragon Race, might be stronger than similar-sized ferocious beasts but not by much.

At the very least, leaving a wound on Galos was something he could achieve.

Howl—!

Accompanied by a deafening wolf howl, Zong Fire’s muscles beneath his fur swelled, and he leapt up forcefully, his hind legs exploding with tremendous power.

His sharp claws flashed with a cold light in the moonlight, aiming directly for Galos’ throat.

This strike contained all his power and skill, moving so fast that it left afterimages in the air.

Galos didn’t even lift an eyelid.

Snap!

With a light sound, the Dragon Claw casually swatted, as if it were swatting an annoying fly.

Zong Fire’s body strangely paused in midair, and then flew backward at an even faster speed.

Boom!

His body crashed heavily against the rock wall, causing the cliff to tremble as rubble fell, and dust filled the air.

When the dust cleared, the werewolves were shocked to discover Zong Fire’s body deeply embedded in the rock wall, twisted into a distorted position.

Galos thought perhaps Zong Fire had some reliance, so the first strike only used mild power for probing.

The result greatly disappointed him.

This young werewolf had no reliance, just a better natural talent than other werewolves, a bit unaware of his own limits.

He walked closer, looked down and examined Zong Fire.

Zong Fire’s eyes were still open, his chest completely collapsed, and blood mixed with pieces of internal organs was continuously oozing from the corners of his mouth.

”Too weak, your arrogance is worthless.”

Galos calmly evaluated.

The wolf pack was deathly silent.

Frost Fang’s claws unconsciously gripped the ground, finally understanding why the Elder Shaman always said, ’Long Wei is unfathomable.’

The once arrogant Zong Fire was not even considered a toy before the Dragon Lord.

Roar......

A low, unwilling growl escaped Zong Fire’s mouth.

With cracking sounds emanating from his body, his heavily injured body began to transform. His fangs grew, his body elongated, and in an instant, he turned into a blood-stained Giant Wolf, roaring and pouncing towards Galos.

Galos’s tail lashed.

Bang!

The body of the Giant Wolf exploded instantly, turning into a mist of blood, its body shattered in mid-air.

A few drops of warm blood splashed onto the faces of the nearest werewolves, but they didn’t dare to wipe them off.

”Now.”

Galos’s voice echoed in the valley.

”Does anyone else wish to prove the strength of their heart?”

The response was a uniform prostration.

In the moonlight, the werewolves’ foreheads were pressed tightly against the ground, their breathing was light.

This was submission, but also relief, relief that they had a heart of reverence.

The Elder Shaman released the tightly gripped Bone Staff, a relieved smile appeared on his aged face.

”Your Power grows day by day, now rendering the sun and moon dim.”

He complimented.

Russell said quietly, ”I beg you to forgive these werewolves, they’ve been bewitched by Zong Fire, meant no offense, and will be transformed into Giant Wolves to serve under the clan at your command.”

The few werewolves he referred to, were Zong Fire’s close associates, now paralyzed with fear.

Galos nodded slightly, signaling Russell to handle it.

After this small interlude, Galos looked at the Elder Shaman and Russell: ”Tell me what happened during these six years.”

The Elder Shaman now spoke unclearly, sluggishly.

Russell spoke up, saying, ”Not long after you left last time, the Bone-Chewing Clan began its savage expansion.”

He recounted the events smoothly.

Because lookout towers were set at the highest point of Crescent Valley, the werewolves first discovered the approaching ogres, then decisively abandoned their territory, choosing to flee, later found the ogres left after consuming the remaining food supplies in their territory and then returned.

Subsequently on the Scale Earth Rift.

Due to the ogres’ occupation of the best route and frequent plundering, the werewolves of the Howling Moon Clan haven’t successfully contacted the trade caravans.

The good news is.

Before the rise of the ogres, the slick-tongued and crafty merchant Nick brought back a lot of crude oil, stored in the clan’s cellar, and the ogres showed no interest in inedible crude oil, thus it remained untouched.

But only the first batch of crude oil.

When Nick was brought to the Howling Moon Clan again, he also brought a Communication Stone, allowing remote communication with the Howling Moon Clan.

After the Ogre Clan’s occupation of the Scale Earth Rift, to prevent the trade route from being destroyed, the Elder Shaman used the Communication Stone to instruct Nick not to come for a few years, waiting for further notification.

In six years.

Nick inquired about conditions almost every month through the Communication Stone.

He was not afraid of the werewolves, on the contrary, the trade with them had brought him considerable gains, giving him hope for recovery, and he valued the Howling Moon Clan greatly.

”My lord, a powerful leader has emerged in the Bone-Chewing Clan, different from ordinary ogres.”

”Under its lead, the Bone-Chewing Clan is thriving, developing rapidly.”

Russell wanted to remind Galos not to underestimate the Bone-Chewing Clan.

He had heard that the Dragon Race is often arrogant and conceited, thus prone to targeting.

Unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, he widened his eyes, hearing Galos saying straightforwardly: ”No need to worry, the Bone-Chewing Clan has submitted to me, just like you, they are part of the Dragon Race.”

”Your Power is unparalleled!”

Russell immediately offered his flattery.

Six years ago, when he was still young, he didn’t know these words of praise, he just stood beside the Elder Shaman, listening to the Elder Shaman’s praise and flattery, now as he grew older, he became more agile, learning how to flatter the dragon.

”Go, bring me some crude oil first.”

Galos said.

Russell nodded, soon carrying a clan member to bring an oil barrel, weighing about fifty kilograms.

”There are ten barrels of crude oil in the clan, totaling around a thousand pounds.”

Russell said.

Galos’s eyes shone brightly, lifting the oil barrel.

He was too nostalgic for the taste of crude oil, and with directly packed crude oil, the quantity was far more abundant than what was illicitly extracted and refined before, allowing him to drink without much caution.

With claws prying open the lid, the spicy aroma burst into the nose.

He raised his head and opened his mouth, gulping the crude oil down.

”So, so, so... strong!”

”This is the flavor, this is the feeling!”

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Dark red flames surged out from the end of Galos’s wing bones, thicker and more turbulent than before, like oil being poured onto fire, in an instant, his form turned into a comet, breaking through the sound barrier, soaring straight into the sky.