Defeat the entire world with the power of one dragon!

Chapter 60 Wolf Rider

Garros spread his wings and soared into the night air.

The air currents above the coniferous valleys carry the characteristic pungent smell of sulfur.

Adjust the height.

Let the shadows formed by the dragon's wings blocking the moonlight pass through the treetops without alarming the creatures on the ground.

Garros lowered his eyes and looked down, and saw a number of wild bears dozing in the valley or scratching their backs with the rough and hard rocks.

Mobel, the new leader of the violent bears, is now among the female bears.

Rub heads, lick fur, and build relationships with the female bears.

He saw Samantha sticking her butt out and teasing the ants, playing a childish and immature game.

The dragon is alone but happy.

He saw the fairy dragon Vera lying on the branch of a tree, with her wings and tail drooping, sleeping unsteadily, as if she would fall down at any time, but always just a little bit short, making people want to push her down.

This height allows for clear observation of details on the surface below.

And it won't reveal your whereabouts.

"To see my neighbors."

After circling over the valley three times, Garros chose the northeast direction and began to explore.

Under the cover of night, he soared among the wind and clouds.

The huge wings flapped slowly, controlling the speed and movement to avoid being noticed.

His eyes were fixed on the ground below.

Mountains, wastelands, forests, lakes... all kinds of landforms are reflected in Galas' dragon eyes.

He observed silently and noticed many ferocious beasts and monsters hunting in the night.

The wilderness of Threl is a paradise for ferocious beasts and monsters.

In contrast.

The number of tribes and clans formed by intelligent creatures is small, and living here is relatively dangerous, but any wilderness tribe that can survive is often more ferocious and powerful.

Time passed bit by bit as Garros flapped his wings.

About half an hour later.

Garros hid in the clouds, staring intently downwards, his pupils locked onto a crescent-shaped valley.

bottom.

An area where moonlight cannot reach.

A group of creatures with blue-gray fur are moving around.

They walk upright and adults are over two meters tall.

The hunched back has exaggerated muscle curves, the body is covered with a layer of hard hair like steel needles, the neck is covered with gray mane like a lion, and the protruding muzzle is crisscrossed with fangs.

——Gray-maned werewolf.

A branch of werewolves.

handed down.

The ancestors of werewolves were once humans.

Because he offended the Moon God, he was cursed and turned into a half-human, half-wolf bloodthirsty monster. However, there are other theories that the ancestors of the werewolves turned themselves into this appearance because of a forbidden dark experiment.

Developed from ancient times to the present.

There are many different branches of werewolf.

Some werewolves can appear human in their daily lives, and their speech and IQ are no different from those of normal people.

But once stimulated or illuminated by the light of a full moon, it will transform into a half-human, half-wolf creature with a bloodthirsty and ferocious appearance.

The gray-maned werewolf, who has lived in the wilderness for many years, has long since completely abandoned his human form.

They usually live as werewolves, have ferocious personalities, but also possess human-like intelligence.

If they are illuminated by the full moon, or if they are on the verge of death, their emotions will become intense. They will go a step further and completely transform into giant wolves, their combat power greatly increased, but they will gradually lose their sanity and become immersed in fighting and killing.

There are houses built of hardwood or rocks standing in the Crescent Valley.

The outer side is a wall formed by stacking marble blocks on top of each other and bonding them together with mud and glue.

Inside the wall.

On the open space next to the stone wall of the valley.

The adult werewolves were training the cubs. They threw the heavy and hard iron birch into the air. The cubs immediately jumped to a height of three meters and bit it with their tender fangs, leaving holes of varying depths on it.

"Much more diligent than dragon cubs, and they know how to train."

Garros thought silently.

Dragons have too many unique talents.

All dragons know when they are born that they will stand at the top that is unattainable for most people, but this also makes dragons lazy, and there are very few outliers like Garros.

When I was still in the Iron Dragon Lady's territory.

Red dragon Samantha and iron dragon Gordon.

Apart from eating and sleeping, the two of them just wander around all day. Even though the inheritance contains countless valuable knowledge that ordinary people are eager to learn, they will not take the initiative to explore or learn it, let alone exercise their bodies and sharpen their claws.

"The evil dragon directly expelled the young dragon offspring. Is it possible that it was trying to force the young dragon to change its lazy habits through external pressure?"

A guess came to Garros' mind.

But he thought about it and felt that he was overthinking it.

It's more likely that the dragon lady is simply too lazy to take care of her offspring.

Garros collected his thoughts and continued to scan the Crescent Valley.

There are some crooked bone towers on the territory wall.

The gray-maned werewolf sentry stood on the bone tower, carrying a longbow on his back. His pair of eyes, which were not affected by the darkness, swept around him with a wolf-like gaze. His ears moved, listening and paying attention to any suspicious movements around him.

There are also some werewolf cavalry riding giant wolves patrolling the periphery.

When they stopped to rest, they ignored themselves and instead gave priority to feeding and watering their mounts.

And some of them are very close, rubbing their ears and licking each other's hair.

It's not like a normal relationship between a knight and his mount.

Garros noticed this.

He was a little confused at first, but after searching in the inherited knowledge, he suddenly understood.

If a werewolf transforms into a giant wolf for too long, he will gradually sink into his animal nature, completely lose himself, and can no longer transform back into a werewolf, but will instead become a giant wolf.

Only the werewolves with the closest bloodline can comfort them and communicate with them on a spiritual level through blood.

In a werewolf society where the Gray Mane Werewolf has completely transformed into a beast.

There is often a blood bond between knights and their mounts.

Originally, the relationship may have been between spouses, father and son, brothers, etc.

It is also because of this relationship that the way these knights and their mounts get along is unusual, and they cooperate with each other more tacitly and powerfully than ordinary knights.

"There are over thirty Giant Wolf Knights in this territory. Not counting the cubs and minors, there are at least over a hundred mature werewolves."

"I haven't seen their leader or any shaman or anything like that yet."

Garros hid in the clouds, silently evaluating the level of this "neighbor".

A tribe of this size would normally have at least one wizard or shaman, and Garros also noticed that there were totem poles standing in their territory.

As his eyes continued to scan, Garros's gaze fixed on the western corner of Crescent Valley.

He saw the wreckage of a metal transport vehicle, which was covered with marks of gnawing and tearing, and several wolf cubs were grinding their teeth on the iron sheets.

This tribe of gray-maned werewolves has robbed caravans passing through the Thousand Serpents Scar.

(End of this chapter)