Chapter 63: Poison Quenching

The night wind blew through the branches, the leaves rubbing against each other to produce a rustling sound, while the tree shadows stretched out long and thin across the ground.

Moonlight cut through the foliage and fell upon Garos's scales, forming scattered patches of light.

His hard body pushed through the bushes, his claws tore aside the vines, and sniffing the scent of blood carried in the air, he searched the surroundings for a few minutes before stopping.

He focused his gaze.

A small, severed section of a Serpent Dragon's tail lay quietly on the ground; the green dragon blood seeping from the broken surface had already corroded all the surrounding gravel and broken branches, forming a pool of green liquid centered on the severed tail, which was still bubbling gurglingly and continuing to erode the surroundings.

"The blood hides poison; why doesn't it poison itself to death?"

Garos pinched the severed tail, lifted it up, then flapped his dragon wings to shoot straight into the clouds, turning back to fly toward the direction of the Needleleaf Valley.

This time, he had gone out to scout his 'neighbors'.

Garos had originally intended to scout several more intelligent beast clans, or the locations of powerful ferocious beasts and demons.

However, because he discovered the existence of a Cliff Serpent Dragon in the Grey-Mane Werewolf Tribe and fought a battle with it, his dragon wings were poisoned, leaving him without the desire to continue scouting, so he simply returned to the Needleleaf Valley first.

Not long after.

Garos flew to the airspace above the Needleleaf Valley, retracted his pair of dragon wings, and landed on his usual training ground, a clearing in the valley.

On the west side of the clearing, the Fairy Dragon Long Long Weila was lying on a treetop, swaying back and forth, snoring deeply.

Garos's arrival did not wake her; she first sniffed her nose, then as if suddenly having a nightmare, her limbs and tail flailed wildly, losing her balance and falling to the ground with a plop.

"Serpent Serpent Serpent Serpent Dragon! Don't eat me!"

The Fairy Dragon trembled like a quail, screaming in fear.

She had just been dreaming, dreaming that she met a Serpent Dragon, was caught by it, and was about to be cruelly eaten.

However, as her eyes opened, she discovered she was still in the Needleleaf Valley, and before her stood a sturdy Red-Iron Hybrid Dragon, with no trace of a Serpent Dragon, so her mood relaxed somewhat.

But she immediately felt some confusion.

Because she distinctly smelled the scent of a Serpent Dragon.

Serpent Dragons love to eat dragons; elves are also at the top of their menu, and they also love to eat pixies, flower fairies, and other spirit-type creatures; since the Fairy Dragon is both a dragon and a spirit-type lifeform, she is simply a supreme delicacy to a Serpent Dragon.

It can be said that the Serpent Dragon is the Fairy Dragon's natural enemy.

In the time of the Fairy Wilderness.

The Unicorn Elder very much liked to use Serpent Dragons to scare the Fairy Dragons, and every time it worked.

Regarding the scent of a natural enemy, the Fairy Dragon was very sensitive; her small head kept turning, sniffing the scent, until finally she fixed her gaze on Garos.

That's right, the scent of the Serpent Dragon was coming from Garos.

She waved her butterfly-like dragon wings and flew toward Garos, circling once around his body.

She discovered that Garos was pinching a green severed tail in his claw, and on the relatively outer edge of his right wing, there was a patch of foul-smelling dark green color; several small scales had fallen off here, revealing a wing membrane that was ulcerated and oozing pus.

"You met a Serpent Dragon? And got stained with its poisonous blood?"

The Fairy Dragon asked worriedly.

"I encountered a Cliff Serpent Dragon."

Garos moved his right wing forward, looking carefully at the dark green area eroded by the Serpent Dragon's poison.

The intense pain was gone, replaced by numbness; especially in the palm-sized ulcerated area, he could almost not feel its existence.

Dragon-kind's constitution is formidable, naturally possessing a certain resistance to toxins.

Ordinary poisons have a negligible effect on dragons.

But the poison of the Serpent Dragon seems to have evolved specifically for internal conflict, for hunting other dragons, and can cause obvious toxic injuries to the dragon body.

"The Cliff Serpent Dragon's melee capability is not high, but this poisonous blood is truly troublesome."

"Unless I can defeat it with ranged means, otherwise, if I must rely on melee, even if I can tear it into pieces, if I get stained with too much of its poisonous blood afterwards, I might also suffer severe injuries from the intense poison."

Garos thought silently.

Severe injuries—Garos had experienced once during his Hatchling stage.

At that time he was three years old, having just realized he possessed the talent for adaptive evolution; because he could not yet well control the arrogance inherent in dragon nature, he directly flew excitedly to his limit height, then began his first 'Sun-Earth' practice, wanting to make himself strong quickly through intense means.

The result was that he fell and suffered severe injuries.

It took more than half a month of rest before he gradually improved.

Moreover, afterwards, his evolution talent did not bring him the feedback he was satisfied with.

This also made him realize that his evolution talent focused more on gradual accumulation in daily life, rather than sudden intense enthusiasm.

Now there is no Iron Dragon Mother to protect him.

If he suffers severe injuries and encounters other dangers, the risk of death is extremely high.

At the same time, the Fairy Dragon flew to Garos's wound and said anxiously, "Quickly dig out this piece of flesh; only then can the wound recover faster."

Because Garos had promised to play with her and let the violent bears in the territory play games with her too.

This little thing seemed to have already forgotten that she was a prisoner forcibly kept by a 'Servitude Contract', and had taken Garos as a companion on her side.

"No need."

Garos shook his head, refusing the Fairy Dragon's suggestion.

He raised the Serpent Dragon's severed tail, and his dragon wings slowly extended.

The edge was covered with a layer of metal-like structure, razor-sharp wing-blades, which sliced inch by inch across the severed tail, letting the 'blade' get stained with poisonous blood, emitting a hissing, hissing, hissing sound like corrosion.

Occasionally the movement was a bit too large.

Poisonous blood splashed onto Garos's wing span, forming a dark green patch, transmitting a bone-piercing, intense pain like a thousand snakes biting.

Seeing this scene, the Fairy Dragon immediately widened her eyes.

I haven't heard that the Cliff Serpent Dragon's poison can also make dragons go mad.

"What What What What are you doing?!"

She anxiously circled around Garos.

On the other side, a crimson dragon silhouette passed through the pine trees and approached.

It was Samantha, who had also smelled the cliffside snake dragon.

"Overreacting."

Samantha looked down on the fairy dragon Long Long Weila with superiority, lifted her chin, and said, "Little one, you'll get used to it once you've seen enough of such things. Garos just likes it like this; it's his special hobby."

Seeing the red dragon, the fairy dragon shrank its head back in fear.

Samantha had initially wanted to eat it, which still made it somewhat afraid.

However, due to Garos's warning, and because the fairy dragon wasn't even enough to fill a tooth gap, Samantha's interest in it wasn't that high, and she no longer showed any desire to eat it.

The fairy dragon Long Long Weila calmed herself down, acting less afraid of the red dragon.

Hearing Samantha's words and recalling Garos's earth-shaking tree-behavior that had shaken the dragon heart before, she vaguely began to understand what Samantha meant.

"It seems, it seems so. Garos's interests are unique. The first time I saw it, I saw him..."

The fairy dragon instinctively started telling the red young dragon.

(End of this chapter)