A Dragon against the Whole World

Chapter 429 - 332: There Must Be an Undead Lord, Legion Arrival_2

Before this, they believed that the guard force permanently stationed in Ximu Territory was strong enough to ensure the safety of the domain.

It wasn’t until they witnessed this newly arrived legion, coming from the Border Area, that they suddenly realized the Molten Iron Tribe was only now showing its sharp fangs to the outside world.

The previous state was nothing more than a pretense of slumber during the beast’s dormancy.

In terms of the stationed legion’s scale, logistical support, alchemy weapons reserves, and the average level of the soldiers, the comprehensive military strength of the Molten Iron Tribe might still be slightly inferior to those long-established Human Duchies, but it was already capable of confronting more powerful duchies head-on in several brutal wars.

Considering that almost all the elite forces of the human duchies are currently tied up on the southern front, with bitter fighting ongoing, only part of their defense forces remain in the Sel Wilderness.

If war were to break out in the wilderness with a duchy at this time, the Molten Iron Tribe would almost be invincible.

Even against those powerful kingdoms that have set up bases in the wilderness, as long as they disregard the inevitable crazy retaliation and reckoning afterwards, the Molten Iron Tribe would feel confident facing off directly.

Getting back on track.

Apart from the dazzling array of exotic creatures, the most shocking, if not suffocating, sight for the residents of Ximu Territory were the giant dragons soaring and circling low above the legion.

They possessed completely different colors and shapes, with the shadows cast by their Dragon Wings seemingly capable of blocking the rising sun.

Flying and swooping together in the sky, the strong and rare giant dragons at this moment seemed like a more common species!

"Roar——!!"

Red Dragon Kahill roared a few times excitedly towards the sky, freely venting her inner joy and restlessness.

She opened her enormous mouth, revealing dagger-like fangs, and growled lowly to her companions beside her: "I now intensely wish some foolish creature would come looking for trouble, my claws are longing to bathe in blood, my Dragon Breath longs to scorch the enemy."

Beside her, Blue Dragon Heryam flapped his wings, which bore natural lightning-like patterns.

"Opportunities like these won’t be scarce in the future."

His voice was calm, but the occasional tiny arc of electricity jumping around him revealed his equally excited heart: "The tribe has launched such a grand endeavor, moving its main forces to the wilderness, surely to undertake some earth-shattering great event here."

The few young dragons of the Molten Iron Tribe had all joined gradually after the tribe unified the Border Area.

They had experienced far fewer wars compared to the chieftain Galos, spending most of their time undergoing training and honing by the adult dragons.

When they grew into young dragons, eager to prove themselves, the tribe was in a strategic dormancy period, giving them few chances to shine.

And now, the tribe is about to embark on a path of expansion.

Meanwhile, their claws have shed their youthfulness, becoming sharply invincible; their Dragon Scales have been tempered, becoming hard and heavy; they yearn for true warfare of iron and blood, eager for further refinement amidst fiery flames and battle.

Not long after.

The massive Affiliated Legion had basically settled into the pre-set campgrounds on the outskirts of Ximu Territory.

After a short rest, they would be assigned to various posts and strongholds surrounding the area, some remaining in Ximu Territory as guards, while others continued training in the outer camps, ready at any moment to engage in the forthcoming battles.

The three young dragons circled low briefly.

Having flaunted their strength and satisfied their vanity, they descended successively to the central square of Ximu Territory.

They raised their long necks, chest puffed out, openly enjoying the inhabitants’ mixed gazes of awe, curiosity, and even fear.

This feeling of being in the spotlight, looked up to by the weak, was immensely gratifying to these inherently proud Five-Colored Dragons.

Just then.

The giant dragons seemed to simultaneously sense something, their large Dragon Eyes abruptly contracting, collectively fixing their gaze on an empty space ahead.

Under their watchful eyes, the air there rippled subtly like water waves.

A tall and slender human figure, dressed like an adventurer, elegantly walked out from it.

"Good day, noble dragons."

The Flower Lord greeted the great beasts before him with a smile on his handsome face.

Upon seeing his face, the dragons slightly relaxed their tense postures, resumed a normal demeanor, and collectively cast their eyes his way, nodding subtly, a sign of acknowledgment.

They recognized this human lord.

Five-Colored Dragons typically looked down on tiny, short-lived humans, but they also respected true strength—especially someone like Shire, whose strength was tremendous, second only to Chieftain Galos in the entire Molten Iron Tribe.

"Hey! Shire! It’s been a while!"

Green Dragon Ludwig spoke first.

His agile and long neck moved closer, carefully scrutinizing the human lord, and spoke with a familiar tone: "You look more mature and steady than when in the Border Area. Hmm... I like your newly grown stubble on your chin, it has a certain charm."

Hearing this, Shire instinctively raised his hand to gently stroke the neatly trimmed short beard on his chin.

He smiled, his gaze sweeping over the increasingly large body of the Green Dragon, responding: "Ludwig, you too, your growth is astounding. You have bulked up significantly, and your scales are more vibrant green, striking and dazzling under the sunlight."