Chapter 64: Fear and Killing Intent

A strong gust of wind blew against the Fairy Dragon, flipping it through several somersaults in midair, cutting off its unfinished words and forcing them down its throat.

"Long Weila, if I recall correctly, didn't you say earlier that you saw nothing?"

Garos shook his left wing and cast a threatening glance at the Fairy Dragon.

"Yes, yes, Long Weila saw nothing and knows nothing!"

The Fairy Dragon gave a start and shouted loudly to declare its stance.

This reaction aroused Samantha's suspicion; her gaze drifted between the Fairy Dragon and Garos, sensing that there seemed to be some secret between the two.

She walked up in front of the Fairy Dragon, Long Weila.

Samantha wanted to extract the secret truth from its mouth.

However, before she could speak, she was interrupted by Garos's order.

"Samantha, fetch an iron bucket and fill it with water."

He said.

"Oh."

The red dragon hatchling glanced at the Fairy Dragon once more, planning to interrogate it thoroughly when she had free time later, using threats and inducements to force it to reveal its secrets, then she flapped her dragon wings and flew low toward the Alchemy Workshop.

As for vessels like iron buckets,

she had refined some.

"Long Weila, there is a saying: disaster comes from the mouth; speaking recklessly can get you killed."

After Samantha left, Garos smiled gently at the Fairy Dragon, revealing a mouthful of snow-white fangs.

The Fairy Dragon shut its mouth, covered it with its clawed hands, and nodded rapidly like a chick pecking at rice.

In less than two minutes, Samantha retrieved an iron bucket from the Alchemy Workshop, went to the river flowing through the Needleleaf Valley to fill it with water, and carried it back before Garos.

At this moment,

Garos's wing blades were coated with Wyvern venomous blood, while his severed tail had already become shriveled.

He used his sharp claws to tear the severed tail into minced meat, mixed it into the water, and stirred; the originally clear water immediately turned into a green liquid, emitting a pungent smell.

Splash!

Garos poured it over himself; green smoke rose from his entire body with a hissing sound, then he closed his eyes slightly on the spot and coiled up to rest.

Because of the large-area contact with the poisonous water,

many green spots appeared on his body, though their color was much lighter than the spots formed by the venomous blood—a pale green—and the pain was merely average.

The diluted poisonous water was far less potent than the venomous blood.

Otherwise, Garos would not have done this.

Looking at Garos, who had turned into a 'Green Dragon,' although Garos claimed he was fine, neither Samantha nor the Fairy Dragon felt entirely at ease; they paced around the perimeter and stood guard.

One week later, at dusk.

Flame-like glow from the sunset clouds fell from the sky onto Garos, as if draping a veil of blazing fire over the outer layer of his scales and armor.

He soared in the sky, locked his sharp gaze onto a monster on the ground below, then dove down to hunt and kill it.

In just a few short minutes, Garos finished the hunt, devoured the hunted Giant Rhino completely on the spot to replenish the consumption of this period, then returned to the Needleleaf Valley.

He landed on a protruding rock slab on the valley slope.

From here, Garos's gaze could take in the scenery of the entire valley.

Bathed in the clear breeze of twilight, he turned his head to look at his dragon wings.

On the dragon wings, those areas directly stained by the venomous blood had now returned to normal; the edge wing blades that had been coated with venomous blood were no different from before, and his scales, which had previously turned green, had now all restored to their original appearance.

Although Wyvern blood is poisonous,

the quantity was ultimately too small.

"My poison resistance should have improved, more or less, right?"

Garos thought to himself.

In this world, creatures skilled in using poison and those mastering deadly toxins are numerous; poison-type damage is a major category.

For instance, when considering relocating his territory due to the threat of the Dwarves, Garos had once considered the Gray Stone Ridge, where the Giant-Tailed Steel Scorpions dwelling inside possess deadly poison and exist in swarms.

Before his poison resistance had risen, getting stabbed a few times by their giant tails would not have been pleasant.

Among dragon kinds, apart from Green Dragons who are adept at using poison, the vast majority of dragons, while possessing some poison resistance, do not have much of it.

"I'll go to Crescent Moon Valley again in a while."

"The venomous blood, poisonous claws, and fangs of the Cliff Wyvern are excellent materials for me to improve my poison resistance."

"If I temper myself with enough venomous blood, I might even be able to imbue my Wing Slash with poison damage."

Garos shook his huge dragon wings; the edge wing blades were sharp and hard, radiating cold light in all directions.

At this moment, he recalled again the performance of the Cliff Wyvern when it explosively increased its speed.

At that time, large amounts of high-temperature hot air rose from beneath the Cliff Wyvern's scales, almost in a jet-propulsion manner, allowing it to accelerate instantly and surge in speed.

"Currently, I am not weak in any aspect, but I lack explosive power."

"Collisions and slashes require a certain distance; diving accelerations that rely on speed to enhance power and effect cannot be brought into play during close-quarters grappling."

"How can I evolve a similar trait that allows me to burst and accelerate instantly?"

Garos began to ponder.

A few minutes later, he shook his head; he temporarily had no good ideas.

However, he felt that the key still lay in his pair of wings.

If he could evolve a jet-propulsion structure, using his own magical energy or thermal energy converted from exploding scales as a power source, his explosive speed would be greatly enhanced.

By then, when facing powerful enemies, if he could not defeat them, he could flee directly; his survival ability would also surge.

For example, in the previous encounter with the Cliff Wyvern, because the Cliff Wyvern could not catch up to him, no matter how angry it was, it could do nothing to him; he could fight when he wanted and leave when he wanted, firmly holding the initiative.

Fast speed, high defense, thick health, and strong attack.

These are all the directions Garos strives for.

Meanwhile, the Fairy Dragon was teasing Mober.

While the rampaging bear slept, the Fairy Dragon braided the fur on its forehead into comical little pigtails, painted pink eyeshadow on it, and sprinkled itching pollen on the spots on its back it couldn't scratch itself.

"Hehehe."

The Fairy Dragon let out a burst of joyful laughter, barely able to wait to see what Mober would look like after waking up.

At that moment, it noticed Garos on the valley slope.

Flying toward Garos, the Fairy Dragon circled him, sniffing in confusion.

"Why do you still smell like a Cliff Snake Dragon?"

it asked.

Garos: "I didn't smell anything."

The Fairy Dragon said seriously: "The Cliff Snake Dragon is my natural enemy; I am far more sensitive to its scent than you are. I can smell a faint, though extremely condensed, trace of it on you."

As if realizing something.

The Fairy Dragon suddenly flew up even faster, circling Garos and sprinkling some magical dust with a rustling sound.

This dust landed on his dragon scales, finally revealing a snake-mark on a specific area of his back scales.

"Just as I thought, it is a scent-tracking mark of the Cliff Snake Dragon."

The Fairy Dragon said tensely: "Garos, the Cliff Snake Dragon has locked onto you; it can pinpoint your location precisely within a thousand li using this scent-tracking mark."

Scent-tracking mark?

His inheritance did not mention this point.

Inheritance stems from the knowledge passed down through generations; every dragon's inheritance differs. Regarding knowledge of the Cliff Snake Dragon, the Fairy Dragon is superior.

Garos frowned.

Locked onto me?

Then isn't the enemy hidden while I am exposed? This is not good news.

Garos paced on the rock slab, feeling his life was under threat.

The Cliff Snake Dragon is not strong in direct combat, but it has many sinister tricks; being secretly targeted by it and ambushed carries the risk of death.

The past few days have been calm and peaceful.

Garos estimated that, most likely, the Cliff Snake Dragon was recovering its injuries and would only track and ambush him again once healed.

This fellow, with the enemy hidden and me exposed, poses a huge risk.

Whether killing it or attempting to capture it, it must be done soon!

Garos felt unease, danger, and fear in his heart.

And all these emotions transformed into a solemn killing intent.

A trace of fierce light gradually rose in Garos's pitch-black dragon eyes.

The Cliff Snake Dragon's recovery speed cannot be faster than mine; it is most likely still lying in wait and resting in the Crescent Valley, perhaps thinking about how to ambush me. I cannot let it go unchecked.

Curse of Fire?

If resistance drops, so be it; with my talent, I can raise it back, and besides, this curse might even train my fire resistance for me.

Strike first!

Whoosh!

The setting sun was like blood; the Red Iron Dragon decisively flapped its wings and charged straight into the clouds.

(End of this chapter)