A Dragon against the Whole World

Chapter 117: Chapter 116: The Iron Dragon’s Strategy

Quenching Highlands, Ogre Camp.

As the time approached dawn, the dark sky gradually lightened, a trace of fish-belly white appeared, and Kalu led the elite troops of the Bone-Chewing Warband to arrive.

”Kalu, take the warriors of the Bone-Chewing Warband and head north to hunt down an Iron Dragon, fight for me.”

Galos calmly issued the command.

”My lord, the Bone-Chewing Ogres will crush the enemy for you, chewing through their bones.”

Chewing the last piece of meat bone, Kalu said in a muffled voice.

”No need to be so brutal.”

Galos said with a smile: ”Your task is to capture the Iron Dragon alive if possible and bring it before me.”

”Won’t you take action?”

Kalu paused and asked.

”No, this is a test for the Bone-Chewing Warband, an exercise for you as the Legion Commander.”

Galos said.

Kalu nodded heavily.

Immediately, this Dragon Vein Gluttonous Demon shouldered a gleaming, robust Wolf Fang Club and rallied the ogres to prepare for the march.

Its Wolf Fang Club was mainly forged from metal, with some diamond-like dazzling sharp teeth set into its surface.

These were formed from the fragmented remains of the Diamond Giant and were exceptionally hard and sharp. Even with Kalu’s strength, it could break Galos’s defense.

Then, take a closer look at the ogres’ weapons.

Not just Kalu.

Some large-headed ogre leaders’ axes, war hammers, and other weapons also shone with some brilliance.

After defeating the Diamond Giant, Galos awarded one of its arms as a reward to the Bone-Chewing Warband and some fragmentary remains as rewards to other warbands.

Most of them were used to forge weapons.

Led by Kalu, with Ugo and the Two-headed Mage assisting, the Bone-Chewing Warband quickly integrated and set out for the Shattered Stone Beach with several captive Jackal-Wolf Folk guides.

Galos flew high in the air, following behind.

Shattered Stone Beach.

The young Iron Dragon Solrog lay in the riverbed cave of the Dragon’s Nest, sensing an unease.

All the Jackal-Wolf Folk scouts remained at Quenching Highlands, not returning at the usual time, with no news, suspecting some problem occurred.

Solrog flicked its tail and furrowed the dragon skin around its eyes.

”The red comet that landed on the highland days ago must be unusual.”

Its intuition was sharp, realizing some changes had occurred at Quenching Highlands, though unsure exactly what.

”Personally visit the Giant Camp for investigation?”

”No, that’s too dangerous. A monarch should not place themselves in danger; if my presence is exposed and Giants come to hunt me, I can’t defend the Shattered Stone Beach. My territory, maintained over these years, would be forfeit.”

The Iron Dragon suddenly narrowed its gaze.

”The problem is, I’ve likely been exposed.”

”Can’t hope for the Jackal-Wolf Folk to keep secrets under the threat of death, choosing to die unyieldingly.”

Now, facing Solrog are two choices.

First, stay put and hope the Giants haven’t discovered its presence, continuing to coexist with the Stone Giant as neighbors.

Second, immediately relocate, returning for revenge once powerful.

Solrog’s heart was struggling.

It was inherently ambitious, with grand ambitions of building a Dragon Empire. Although it possessed the arrogance and pride of the Dragon Race, it had learned to absorb experiences, and the wilderness life over the years taught it to restrain its claws.

To realize its aspirations.

Faced with insurmountable danger, it would choose to temporarily avoid the edge.

After hesitating for two or three seconds, Solrog’s gaze turned firm, preparing to migrate with its clan.

Retreating before even clashing with the Stone Giant might seem somewhat disgraceful.

In fact, Solrog felt the shame, but it didn’t decide to battle the Stone Giant to the death because of it; instead, it deeply engraved the sense of humiliation, turning it into motivation for self-improvement.

”Damn Stone Giant!”

”The great King of Iron will eventually return and smash you all!”

It thought to itself, then took its scant belongings, crawled out of the riverbed cave, and assembled the Steel Clan’s Jackal-Wolf Folk and Kobold leaders.

These followers previously had different clan names.

Upon gaining their allegiance, Solrog had them abolish clan distinctions, unifying them under the Steel Clan based on the knowledge from The Prince.

And after integrating into the Steel Clan.

These humble creatures seemed to have gained some hope, becoming more proactive than before.

Solrog often delved into the knowledge from The Prince, greatly admiring the Iron Dragon ancestor who wrote it, and likewise, hoped to one day establish an empire ruled by Iron Dragons.

”Whether climbing to the mountaintop or descending into the valley, all benefit me greatly!”

Solrog chewed over a self-description by the ancestor in The Prince, watching as the followers gradually gathered before it.

Suddenly.

The ground transmitted a slight tremor.

The Jackal-Wolf Folk and Kobolds didn’t notice.

But the Iron Dragon sensed it.

Its gaze narrowed, staring southward.

A group of Ogres ran heavily across the terrain, causing the ground to tremble faintly.

They were numerous, well-equipped, robust, wholly unmatched by Solrog’s Jackal-Wolf Folk and Kobolds.

The worst part was.

They headed straight for its location with a clear target.

”Stone Giant’s Followers?!”

”They came so quickly.”

Ogres often served Giants, and spotting them at first glance, Solrog judged from inherited experience they came from the Giant Camp’s Clan Legion.

It looked nervously at the rear terrain, then exhaled in relief.

Fortunately.

The Stone Giants hadn’t arrived.

However, even this Ogre Legion was no easy matter.

Seeing the Ogre Legion surging like a black tide, Solrog immediately realized direct confrontation would be a certain loss; moreover, the Ogres were large-bodied, their frontal charge was swift, and if not hindered, they’d quickly close in, likely exterminating its followers entirely.

It swiftly surveyed the surrounding environment.

Rushing river, soft beach, dense reed clumps... a simple interception plan formed in its mind.

Solrog itself hovered mid-air, while ordering the Jackal-Wolf Folk to cross the river quickly and commanding the Kobolds to leverage their burrowing talents, digging concealed pits in the shallow river zone.

Before long.

The Ogres’ vanguard arrived, beginning their river-crossing pursuit.

Their massive and heavy bodies fell into the pits, impeding their actions significantly; those not falling into pits directly crossing the river were notably slowed by the swift current.

The reeds on the other bank suddenly rustled.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

The Jackal-Wolf Folk Wanderers fired poisoned arrows, forcing Ogres in waist-deep water to defend, virtually becoming live targets.

Beneath the water, some Kobold Warriors adept in aquatic skills tugged at the Ogres’ leg armor with special bone hooks.

Taking advantage of the Ogres being harassed by the Jackal-Wolf Folk’s poisoned arrows, they targeted the Ogres’ knee joints specifically, leading three to fall and be swept toward the downstream sharp stone area by the swift current.

The young Iron Dragon also dove in.

Its mouth cultivated a spark, aiming to unleash Electric Fire Dragon Breath upon the Ogres.

Boom!

A robust figure shot towards the sky like a cannonball.

Solrog was startled internally, flapping its wings to ascend and evade the attack while discerning the figure’s appearance.

This was a Gluttonous Demon with a stature resembling that of a giant, full of the traits of Dragon Vein Creatures, exuding a fierce Red Dragon aura, wielding a Wolf Fang Club shining with a fine glow.