Chapter 92: Real Combat: Defeating an Entire Ogre Clan with the Power of a Single Dragon

Late at night, Garos retracted his dragon wings, hovering above the clouds.

His gaze pierced the thin mist and night, looking down upon the hills below.

Broken Spine Hills—the territory of the Bone-Chewing Clan ogres.

Six years ago, Garos had roughly scouted this place, and now, while the general situation of the hills remained unchanged, the ogre territory atop them was unrecognizable, completely unlike the image in his memory.

The once sparse ogre camps had now expanded into a continuous cluster of tribes stretching for several miles.

Hundreds of tents sewn from giant beast skins parasitized the land like tumors.

The number of bonfires was more than ten times what he remembered, with five or six fat, muscular ogres gathered around each fire.

They wore trophy necklaces strung with prey teeth, donned metal-skirted armor, and had steel mallets, great axes, warhammers, and other weapons of high quality resting by their sides.

Elite ogre warriors standing around four meters tall were numerous, and even the most ordinary adult ogres exceeded three meters in height.

There were also ogre mages, numbering more than one.

Most conspicuous of all was the Wang Zuo on the central hill.

It was a massive platform constructed from the skeletons of countless unknown creatures, its surface coated in a dark red lacquer mixed with some unknown metal, standing out strikingly in the night.

Karu Bone-Chewer's body occupied the Wang Zuo.

This ogre, judging by its size and appearance, was already hard to associate with ordinary ogres.

Its height reached six meters, like a giant.

Its body was bloated yet not fat; beneath skin the color of black iron lay layers of tangled muscles resembling thousand-year-old tree vines, its mouth full of shark-like sharp teeth, and a pair of horns curling upward grew from its head; its entire body seemed cast in steel and iron, carrying an indestructible texture.

Four-meter-tall elite ogre warriors constantly carried various foods, even rocks and giant logs, to serve Karu.

And Karu accepted everything offered.

Blood meat, stones, wood—it ate it all, its appetite seemingly endless.

"This appearance is truly a Glutton Demon! Samantha was not mistaken."

Garos narrowed his eyes slightly, quietly observing and sizing up the scene from the night sky.

The Glutton Demon is a high-level variant found in one out of ten thousand ogres, possessing the Gluttony talent, capable of breaking through original size limits.

As long as there is enough food.

The Glutton Demon can continuously grow and strengthen; if it does not perish midway, becoming a legendary creature is a certainty, and at the same level, it possesses combat power comparable to excellent dragon breeds; even White Dragons would find it hard to defeat a Glutton Demon at the same level.

Gazing down at the Glutton Demon, Garos felt somewhat tempted.

Up until now, he had no core minions under his command.

The Xiong Qun, gnolls, and Grey-Maned Werewolves all have their limits right here; even after Dragon Vein transformation, their talents remain limited, and the scale and strength of the entire clan are inadequate for major use.

Moreover, looking at the current scale of the Bone-Chewing Clan.

The Red-Eye Clan, the Howling Moon Clan, and another War-Lizard Clan have either abandoned their territories to hide or are likely in dire straits; none can compete with the Bone-Chewing Clan at its zenith.

"My own strength is the most important."

"But a powerful minion army is also indispensable."

Garos pondered in his heart.

Evil dragons easily face encirclement and crusades; this is common knowledge. Those heroes or adventurers who wish to slay dragons will tirelessly track and attack them.

A powerful minion army can settle many unnecessary troubles for an evil dragon.

Garos does not consider himself an evil dragon, feeling he should be a neutral dragon, but he knows clearly that once discovered, he will be treated as an evil dragon and besieged.

He cannot abandon his territory and flee with his tail between his legs every time a crusade is encountered.

Relocating to an unfamiliar environment also means risk; unless it is absolutely necessary, no monster lord is willing to give up their territory.

Garos felt he needed to make some preparations in advance.

"This Glutton Demon has not yet grown up, and this ogre clan can become my core minions."

Seeing the prey, Garos felt joy and pondered how to subdue the ogres.

There is one Glutton Demon, three ogre mages, and a large number of elite ogre warriors here.

"Go check the status of the gnolls and Grey-Maned Werewolves; if they have not been annihilated, gather and integrate them again, then bring Samantha, the Xiong Qun, fire lizards, and giant fire ants, these minions, to attack the Bone-Chewing Clan together."

This was Garos's first thought, born of caution and prudence.

His eyes flickered as he stared at the ogre territory, then he slowly shook his head.

One of Garos's goals is to one day defeat the entire world with the power of a single dragon! Never having to live cautiously again.

Current caution is to achieve future goals.

Moreover, although he is cautious, he is not cowardly.

Garos knows his own level clearly, knows his own tier clearly; he has a clear understanding of his own power, rather than having grown and evolved yet still suppressing himself everywhere; pretending to be a pig for too long makes one turn into a real pig.

"My speed, my burst, these newly evolved dragon wings have already placed me in an invincible position."

"I need not fear an ogre clan or an ungrown Glutton Demon; I can defeat them alone."

"The goal of defeating the whole world with the power of a single dragon starts with trying on this ogre clan first."

Garos confirmed repeatedly, confirming this was not the influence of arrogance or conceit, but the result of rational thought and an assessment of both sides' levels; for this, he even took a small bite of fairy scale powder to enhance mental activity.

After deep consideration, he made up his mind.

Meanwhile, the Glutton Demon Karu gnawed on a marble block handed to him by a clansman, crunching it into pieces with a crunch-crunch sound before swallowing it.

Its appetite was too great; if it ate only fresh meat, the entire clan would be dragged down; standing in the position of chief, for the long-term development of the clan, the Glutton Demon Karu would also eat some stones to fill its stomach.

This was not only for the clan, but also for itself.

Only when the clan grows strong can it supply it with more food.

Suddenly, Karu smelled an unusual scent, so it paused chewing and looked up at the sky.

A dragon shadow, making no effort to conceal its dragon might and aura, appeared in the Glutton Demon's field of vision.

Not just the Glutton Demon, but a group of elite ogre warriors and several mages also noticed the appearance of this dragon shadow.

But they felt little fear; instead, they were eager to try.

Ever since the Gluttonous Demons were born, the entire Chewing Bone Clan had been in a state of excitement, fervor, and relentless momentum; any obstacle, or any creature appearing before them, would be torn apart and become food to fuel their continued growth.

"It is a young dragon."

The two-headed Ogre Mage, richest in experience and knowledge, spoke with both heads simultaneously.

"What dragon breed?"

Garos asked.

The left head of the two-headed Ogre Mage said, "It seems to be a Red Dragon." The right head disagreed, saying, "No, it is an Iron Dragon!"

"It must be a Red Dragon!"

"It must be an Iron Dragon!"

As the two heads argued, they began to fight; the Ogre Mage seemed mentally deranged, throwing punches, sometimes hammering the left head, sometimes striking the right head.

Garos asked again, "Is it tasty?"

Can it be eaten?

Is it delicious?

This was the thing the Gluttonous Demons cared about most.

The two-headed Ogre Mage stopped its movements and spoke in unison, "It must be delicious!"

Drool flowed from the corner of Garos's mouth.

It raised its head, a hint of 'cunning' in its gaze, and shouted in a rough voice, "Oh dragon in the sky, please come down to visit the Chewing Bone Clan; I am willing to share food with you!"

The Red-Iron Dragon suddenly flapped its wings, but instead of diving downward, it dispersed the surrounding clouds into a void hundreds of meters wide and shot straight toward the higher heavens, as if frightened and fleeing.

Garos watched the dragon figure, which gradually became smaller and hard to see, and sighed.

But before it could lower its head and withdraw its gaze,

it suddenly noticed a streak of red light suddenly ignite in the distant high sky, tearing through the heavens like a crimson comet descending from above.

Those dragon wings, like deadly weapons, flapped, and thick dark-red flame currents surged out from the tips of the silver crystal bones.

Garos's speed surged.

The crimson scales on the wing membranes vibrated at high frequency, cutting through the air with a buzzing sound like thousands of blades being drawn from their sheaths; the explosive scales all over his body, due to extreme friction with the air, gradually turned to a searing red, and as the altitude decreased, they continuously emitted a dull thunder-like boom.

The rock walls cracked, and small pebbles rained down with a rustling sound.

The boom caused by breaking the sound barrier made the ordinary Ogres in the Chewing Bone Clan painfully cover their ears.

Garos suddenly stood up, his eyes gleaming with sharp light, staring fixedly at the descending Red-Iron Dragon, which resembled a comet.

Thump, thump, thump!

It beat its chest, producing a sound like a war drum; its bloated body became visibly tighter, every muscle fiber on its body winding together like steel wire, containing thick and terrifying power.

"Come on, dragon!"

It roared.

Those elite warriors also clenched their weapons, standing ready; several mages were brewing spells, waiting for the great dragon to land.

However, they were disappointed.

When Garos approached within three hundred meters of the ground, he suddenly flapped his wings.

Boom—!

Shockwaves rolled outward, uprooting and tossing some tents; sand and stones flew across the ground, leaving a scene of chaos.

But this was merely the most insignificant aftershock.

Garos did not stop; the flame currents behind his dragon wings surged and churned, his body traced a graceful arc through the air, instantly adjusting direction with unimaginable maneuverability, and rose high again.

At the same time.

Those searing-red explosive scales, which had converted sufficient thermal energy from extreme friction with the air, fell densely toward the Chewing Bone Clan like a torrential downpour, covering the sky and earth.

The pupils of the Gluttonous Demon Garos suddenly contracted.

Boom, boom, boom, boom!

Balls of flame shot skyward, emitting explosive roars like an angry dragon, engulfing the Gluttonous Demon, the elite warriors surrounding it, and the mages.

(End of this chapter)