A Dragon against the Whole World

Chapter 169: Chapter 161: The White Dragon’s Wrath

Galos’ Dragon Wings lifted and swooped down like a collapsing sky.

The Mixed-blood Centaur remained tense, her hooves struck the ground, producing sonic booms before even touching it, her speed became a blur as she dodged the Dragon Wings’ strike.

A green airflow formed small, wing-like shapes, appearing around her ankles.

She flapped her wings and moved through the air, causing small explosions with each step, unleashing her full speed, but each slash of her silver Giant Sword was intercepted by the Red Iron Dragon’s claws.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The weapon, enhanced by the Wind Blade Spell, collided with the dragon claws, sparking fiercely.

Elvira’s sword dance created afterimages, forming a smooth and flowing combat rhythm.

What amazed her was the Red Iron Dragon’s nearly absurd reaction speed, with its majestic body conjuring countless afterimages with its Claw Strikes, each collision trembling her arms, making it hard to withstand.

After yet another clash,

Elvira’s wings suddenly spread, swiping with the wind, and her figure soared into the sky.

Then, she halted in mid-air, raising the Giant Sword above her head, her entire body shining with intense white light, like a small white sun, illuminating a piece of the night sky.

A sacred and pure aura emanated naturally.

The fierce white light began to compress, attaching to the sword’s edge, eventually forming a prominent sword light over ten meters long, as solid as it was real.

Her left hand made a seal, conjuring a cyclone attached to her wings.

Both hands gripped the sword hilt tightly as she dove at high speed.

The Mixed-blood Centaur now resembled a meteoric streak, trailing blue-white light behind her as she launched toward Galos.

”Interesting.”

Galos blinked, using its strong hind legs to support its body, standing upright.

The sword light, with its indestructible power, descended, only to be precisely caught by the outstretched right claw.

The Red Iron Dragon used its terrifying physical power to capture the sword glint, causing an explosion of magic and power, creating a ring-shaped shockwave as the earth beneath sank abruptly.

Crack—Boom!

The sword glow shattered into white light fragments like rain.

Elvira was flung away by the nearby shockwave, crashing heavily to the ground, and when she stood again, her light had dimmed, her face much paler.

”Great Master of the Red Wings, your strength amazes me. I am willing to follow under your Dragon Wings.”

The Mixed-blood Centaur knelt to the ground, speaking with reverence.

She had exhausted her skills.

Throughout the battle, Galos mostly responded passively, not launching a fierce attack, but even so, she was unavoidably defeated.

”You are quite impressive.”

Galos said.

This Elvira was young, with a life level not as high as the previous Centaur Commander, but clearly stronger than the other two Commanders in a real fight.

The ancestral pegasus bloodline gave her a robust body, burst power, and speed, while the Elf Blood made her proficient in magic.

Galos saw a legendary potential in this Mixed-blood Centaur.

In his followers, originally only the Dragon Vein Gorging Demon Kalu had potential to break through to legendary status and serve him long-term, but now another has joined the ranks.

On the other side,

Silver Mane’s eyes flashed with complex emotions.

He had never seen Elvira fully in action, always assuming her to be the strongest of the younger generation, but certainly less experienced and weaker than himself.

He hadn’t expected this clan-rejected half-blood to be hiding her strength all along.

Meanwhile, Solrog felt a deeper urgency to take position.

If the three Centaur attacked together before, with this Mixed-blood Centaur, he might have died here.

Despite having a strong brother as support and reliance, Solrog, being of the Dragon Race, had his own pride and didn’t want Galos to always have to step in.

”I cannot slack off anymore, I must use all free time for Meditation!”

He thought to himself.

The night gradually faded, the distant horizon turned into a gradient of gray-blue,

The mist flowed over the grassland like melting ice, wetting the manes on the Centaur Guards’ legs.

It wasn’t yet dawn, but the White Mane Clan’s camp was already bright with bonfires, smoke rising, most Centaurs were awake, starting their day by tanning hides, forging weapons, preparing food, beginning anew.

So,

when the Red Iron Dragon circled in the sky, its formidable wings blocking the sunlight, overshadowing the Centaur camp, a strong reaction was immediate.

The Guards treated it as a major threat, ready for battle.

They drew their powerful bows, raised their Battle Spears, their eyes fixed on the unexpected guest, arrows ready to shoot.

”Everyone stop, put down your weapons!”

Elvira and Silver Mane’s voices rang out.

Only then did the Centaurs notice the two Commanders.

The Red Iron Dragon’s appearance was so overwhelming, with its spiky body, iron-forged-looking Scale Armor, and incomprehensibly strong physique, that it made the Centaurs feel oppressed, their spirits tense, unable to look away.

Compared to the familiar White Dragon, this one appeared fierce and malevolent, making the latter seem almost gentle and benign.

”Celestial Wing Commander, Silver Mane Commander.”

The Centaur Warriors, looking at the two grounded Commanders, asked in lowered voices: ”What is happening now?”

Meanwhile.

The Elder Ma Shaman, draped in a Raven Feather Cloak, emerged from the tent, glancing over the dragon and centaurs.

”We have already agreed, on behalf of the White Mane Clan, to submit to the great Master of the Red Wings.”

Elvira and Silver Mane said seriously and solemnly together.

The Centaurs who hadn’t witnessed Galos’ might changed their expressions, and the camp started to stir.

”Silence!”

Elvira sternly ordered.

Her reputation in the Guard Team was significant, and the guards gradually fell silent.

”Where is Luca?”

The Elder Ma suddenly spoke, asking.

Luca was the Ironhoof Commander’s name.

”He already died from his own stupidity and stubbornness.”

Silver Mane replied.

Both Commanders had made their choice, and their choice represented the future of the White Mane Clan, leaving no other path.

Recalling his previous premonition,

The Elder Ma paused, then said hoarsely: ”Everyone lay down your arms.”

The warriors exchanged looks, hesitated for a moment, then slowly laid down their weapons under the reputation of the two Commanders and the Shaman.

”Great Master of the Red Wings.”

”The White Mane Clan is willing to crush all obstacles for you and offer up our loyalty.”

Elder Ma was the first to kneel, followed by the two Commanders, and after them, every Centaur of the White Mane Clan bent their knees.

”From today forth, you belong to me.”

Galos’ voice thundered, saying: ”You will be loyal to me, and I shall lead you to glory.”

Thus.

This sizable group of Centaurs became part of the Molten Iron Clan.

Galos’ influence in the Border Area was growing steadily, and this was only the beginning.

Soon after,

North of the Border Area, a high mountain adjoined the Icefield, its earth and stone frozen as hard as steel, almost devoid of vegetation, adorned only by rugged strange rocks.

In a mountain cave filled with ice crystals, the Dragon’s Nest.

White Dragon Trish, after nearly twenty years of Dragon Sleep, slowly opened her eyes.

Her body length was nearly sixteen meters, slender rather than robust, with no dragon horns on her head, her snow-white Dragon Scale emitted a chill, and though just awakened, her gaze was piercingly cold.

White Dragon Trish had entered the Dragon Sleep in wrath.

Her fury persisted, undiminished by her icy body.

”Centaurs! I will find you, crush your bones, and let you die in wails and pain.”

White Dragon bared her fangs, rising from her coiled position.

Upon awakening, her life level had ascended by 1 level, now reaching a formidable Level 13, certainly capable of eradicating Centaurs.

She clambered out of the cave, unhesitatingly launching into the sky.

After twenty years, the detestable White Mane Clan probably already moved from their former place, seeking new territory.

But as long as they’re still in the Border Area, White Dragon vowed by her noble Dragon Race bloodline, no matter how long it takes, she would find them and exact revenge, making them realize the cost of angering the Dragon Race.