Chapter 69: Fire Curse? Fire Blessing! (Please Subscribe)

"Betrayal! Lowly creatures! How dare you betray me!"

The Cliff Serpent-Dragon let out a piercing roar and spat poison mist at the old shaman. The giant wolf phantom wrapping the old shaman's body leaped lightly, narrowly dodging the Cliff Serpent-Dragon's poison mist.

"Mighty great dragon, please slay this evil serpent for us!"

"You will gain the friendship of the Howling Moon Clan, gain the Howling Moon Clan's awe and offerings!"

The old shaman shouted with his head thrown back.

Hearing this, although he still could not determine the strange relationship between this clan and the serpent-dragon, Garos could confirm that the two sides were not of one mind.

That makes things easy.

Now the Cliff Serpent-Dragon is Suffering severe injuries, its state has declined; apart from the Death Curse, it basically poses no threat.

Garos folded his wings, did not continue circling in the high sky, and dove straight down amidst the tense and fearful gazes of the wolf-men, landing with a boom.

Whoosh!

He opened his mouth and spat a thick, smoke-like white gas at the Cliff Serpent-Dragon.

—Hypnotic Dragon Breath!

The Cliff Serpent-Dragon tried to dodge, but failed to avoid it due to its sluggish movements.

However, when the Hypnotic Dragon Breath struck the Cliff Serpent-Dragon, it failed to take effect, failing to put it into a hypnotic state.

The Cliff Serpent-Dragon possessed extremely high resistance to curses, paralysis, and sleep, higher even than fire; the Iron Dragon's Hypnotic Dragon Breath had only a mediocre effect on it.

"Serpent-Dragon, submit to me, and I will give you a chance to live."

Since the Hypnotic Dragon Breath was useless, Garos did not rush to deliver the killing blow; gazing fixedly at the Cliff Serpent-Dragon, he said in a deep voice.

Creatures like the Cliff Serpent-Dragon, covered in poison, carrying a Death Curse, and possessing a vicious and violent temperament, are troublesome as enemies, but if tamed into a fighter, they are quite useful.

Moreover, since he was not yet certain of the specific reaction of the Death Curse upon himself.

Garos did not want to endure its Death Curse.

If his fire resistance were reduced and weakened, although he could train it back, it would ultimately waste some of his time and affect his growth.

"Submit? On your strength?!"

The Cliff Serpent-Dragon growled and roared.

Garos was not strong enough to make it submit, and it was filled with rage, holding a grudge against Garos; even in death, it wanted to make Garos pay the price.

"Since you refuse to submit, then die."

Garos's gaze turned cold and sharp.

He was not the type to be indecisive.

To eliminate this trouble, paying a certain price was worth it.

The Cliff Serpent-Dragon's sharp claws dug into the ground, propping up its upper body; its blood-red eyes swept over the detestable hybrid dragon before it, then over the surrounding wolf-men standing on high alert, its hatred within its heart almost becoming tangible.

"Serpent-Dragons do not fear death!"

A black mist suddenly rose from its green body, and at the same time it let out a hysterical roar at Garos: "With my life, with my soul, I curse you! For eternity you shall fear the flames! Fear the scorching burn!"

Before Garos could deliver the killing blow.

The Cliff Serpent-Dragon's roar suddenly ceased; it was dead, lying on the ground.

The black mist on its body grew even thicker and more solid, instantly transforming into a ferocious serpent-dragon pattern brand that shot fiercely toward Garos.

Whoosh!

The strong wind blew the surrounding wolf-men off their feet, making them unable to stand steadily.

Garos shot up from the ground, ascending at extreme speed, trying to see if he could shake off the Cliff Serpent-Dragon's Fire Curse with speed.

The curse brand's speed was not fast; the first attempt failed to touch Garos and dissipated directly in the air. However, Garos, who had not been directly touched by it, suddenly felt his whole body grow hot, then cold.

"As expected, it is not that easy to avoid."

Garos shook his head.

However, for the time being, he felt no abnormal reaction after being struck by the Fire Curse.

"This curse reduces resistance; let's try it."

He looked down and spat a burst of flame at his own hand-claws.

A slight burning pain immediately came, making Garos frown.

With his fire resistance combining Red Dragon and Iron Dragon bloodlines, the ordinary flame he just spat should have been like a gentle breeze, causing him no harm whatsoever.

Now, however, he felt pain.

As expected, just as stated in the inheritance, the Cliff Serpent-Dragon's Fire Curse would reduce the target's fire resistance.

Garos thought for a moment, then continued to spit flame at his own hand-claws.

The burning pain continued to come in a steady stream, but then faded extremely quickly, returning to normal.

"Hmm? Resistance recovered so quickly?"

Garos was somewhat surprised.

But thinking carefully, it seemed this was normal as well.

His resistance had been evolved through training; although weakened by the curse, his physical foundation remained, and the efficiency of re-evolving and adapting was extremely high, making recovery easy, unlike the difficulty at the very beginning.

"The Serpent-Dragon's Death Curse is no good either; it is too weak."

Suddenly.

His hand-claws began to hurt again.

This curse was reducing his fire resistance again.

"Excellent! It is not a one-time, hard-to-recover resistance reduction, but a continuous curse."

Feeling the pain, feeling the curse take effect, Garos was not alarmed but delighted; his spirit instantly became invigorated.

Continuous damage stimulates Garos's adaptation and evolution the most.

Given Garos's understanding of his own talents, it was foreseeable that his fire resistance would steadily rise through the constant back-and-forth of lowering and raising.

Curse of Fire?

No!

For Garos, this was equivalent to a Blessing of Fire.

If the Cliff Serpent Dragons had known this, they likely would not have committed suicide so decisively, nor would they have bestowed the curse upon Garos.

"Serpent Dragon, Serpent Dragon."

"Are there other Serpent Dragons in the Caeler Wilds?"

"If I kill representatives of the major Serpent Dragon types, my resistances in all aspects will advance by one stage."

Garos licked his lower jaw, thinking to himself.

The venomous nature of Serpent Dragons made many dragon-kind wary, including Garos, but from just now, the situation was completely different.

Immediately, he reined in his emotions and spiraled down to Crescent Moon Valley.

The old Shaman immediately stepped forward to greet him and said to Garos in a respectful tone:

"Noble and powerful dragon-kind, thank you for slaying the evil serpent for the Howling Moon Clan."

"Anything you desire, as long as the Howling Moon Clan possesses it, will be offered to you as our gratitude."

Garos glanced at the old Shaman a few times, his gaze sweeping over the surrounding Grey-Mane Werewolves, and slowly said: "I want the Howling Moon Clan. I want you to submit to me and serve me with loyalty."

Hearing this, the old Shaman's expression changed.

They had already tasted the bitter consequences of supporting the Cliff Serpent Dragons.

Now a more powerful dragon had arrived demanding loyalty, and its nature was unknown; what if it was more brutal than the Serpent Dragons? Would that not be like a sheep walking into a tiger's mouth?

It seemed he saw through the werewolves' doubts.

Garos spoke again: "I am not a cruel evil dragon; otherwise, this place would already have become a sea of fire."

"Become my subjects, and you will be my wealth. I will not damage my own wealth without cause. On the contrary, as you serve me, you will enjoy my protection and gain a more distant future."

"I give you ten days to consider."

"If you refuse to submit, I will not force you. I respect your choice, and I regret your loss."

Having finished speaking, he lifted the corpse of the Cliff Serpent Dragon with both claws and soared into the air.

Just as Garos said, if the werewolf clan refused at that time, he would not force them.

But he would destroy them.

A clan of intelligent beings active on the Thousand Serpent Scars side path, even if they did not know his exact location, might still spread information about him, causing unnecessary trouble.

For this reason.

If they were not sensible.

For his own security, Garos would choose to cut the grass to the roots.

His kind attitude was to stabilize them, keeping them obediently staying in Crescent Moon Valley, so he could wipe them out in one sweep; about ten days was enough for his injuries to fully recover.

Only when his figure completely disappeared into the night sky did the werewolves relax.

"Elder, this dragon seems easy to talk to."

"Do you think it is an evil dragon?"

The young chieftain walked to the old Shaman's side and asked in a low voice.

The old Shaman looked in the direction Garos had departed and said softly: "Its appearance resembles a fierce dragon, but time has taught me a lesson—do not judge by appearance, and this applies to dragon-kind as well."

"Its speech, words, and conduct differ from the evil dragons in my knowledge."

"Perhaps it is a dragon-kind worth submitting to and following."

In the wilds, being able to pledge loyalty to a great dragon is actually a good thing for many creature races.

"Gather the members with high prestige in the clan now to discuss and communicate whether to pledge loyalty or refuse in the end."

Because this concerned the future development of the clan, led by the old Shaman and the chieftain, the Howling Moon Clan immediately organized a meeting to decide their future choice.

(End of this chapter)