Defeating the World with the Power of One Dragon!

Chapter 115: Dragon Taming Technique

In dragon culture, if Garoth were to introduce himself to other dragons,

his more formal name would be:

—Garoth Ignas.

A dragon’s true name is very long, and during formal introductions, the middle name is often omitted, taking only the beginning and the end combined.

The iron dragon Sorog shares the same ancient surname as Garoth and carries a bloodline similar to Garoth’s within his body.

He is four years older than Garoth.

When Garoth was two years old, Sorog, who was six, was driven out of the territory by the Iron Dragon Mother.

Among his siblings,

Garoth considered Sorog the smartest besides himself.

From a young age, Sorog already knew how to psychologically manipulate others; he constantly put Garoth down with words, making Garoth follow him blindly. Even when he was expelled, Sorog secretly tried to lure Garoth to survive in the wilderness with him, hoping to separate Garoth from the Iron Dragon Mother’s protection.He tried out the ‘Dragon Taming Technique’ from the iron dragon inheritance on Garoth.

With the grand dream of forging a dragon empire, he took Garoth as his first practice subject.

Besides verbal suppression, he also tempted Garoth by, for example, digging out shiny stones from the sand to pretend they were magical gems or making empty promises.

The idea was good.

However,

although Sorog was much smarter than Samantha and Gordon, he was still only a young dragon of a few years at that time, and his little tricks and schemes were completely insignificant to Garoth.

Sorog was keen on subduing Garoth and having him follow.

But no matter what methods he used, he only earned Garoth’s dumbfounded, blank stare in return.

After a few seconds of silence,

Garoth blinked and looked toward the north of Tempering Heights.

“Could this Iron King be Sorog?”

He muttered to himself.

Although he couldn’t be completely certain yet,

the same title and the identity of a young iron dragon appearing together meant there was a ninety percent chance it was Sorog.

“If it really is Sorog, this will be interesting.”

Garoth vaguely remembered the words Sorog had left behind when he was expelled by the Iron Dragon Mother and had tried to quietly tempt him to survive the wilderness together but was firmly refused.

“Garoth! My foolish, pitiful, and weak little brother!”

“If you somehow survive and come before me,

when we meet again, you will see the wings of the great Iron King covering the sky and earth.”

“At that time, you will humbly beg and yearn to follow the great Iron King, but I will mercilessly, coldly, and cruelly reject you! Making you regret your decision today forever!”

Thinking of these words,

Garoth lowered his head to look at his physique, stronger and surpassing that of a red dragon. The muscle patterns visible clearly even through his scales, his massive and towering wings like unmatched blades of war.

The red iron dragon couldn’t help but grin with a hint of pleasure.

He somewhat looked forward to Sorog’s reaction upon seeing him; it would definitely be quite a spectacle.

Garoth would suppress those negative emotions that could affect his judgment, but he was not a machine—nor a personality without desire. He had a bit of vanity and sometimes wanted to show off, to enjoy a bit of thrill from the astonished gazes of other dragons.

“In any case, first confirm the identity of the Iron King.”

Garoth asked the gnoll Harken more detailed questions, becoming increasingly certain that this Iron King was indeed his long-lost brother Sorog.

“My lord! Ugor, as your claw and fang, is willing to serve as your vanguard in battle!”

“Even if the enemy is a powerful dragon, as long as you give the order to fight, Ugor will have no fear!”

The ogre Ugor eagerly expressed his loyalty.

Garoth leisurely waved his claw, teasing: “No rush, I have things to confirm first.”

He told Ugor, “Do not act rashly; stay in the camp and prepare to support the main force of the Bonegnaw Warhost.”

The ogre nodded heavily.

Then, Garoth lifted the gnoll scout leader with one claw, flapped his wings, and soared straight into the sky, flying north toward Tempering Heights under the cover of night.

The dragon silhouette quickly passed beyond the cliff boundary, then flew backward several dozen kilometers. After crossing dense forest, Garoth looked far ahead and saw a river flowing windingly on the surface, stretching endlessly, nearly dividing the land in two.

The Estonian Great River.

It almost traversed the entire Ser Wilderness and was the primary water source of the region. Several rivers in Garoth’s territory were its tributaries.

The Thousand Serpent Traces was a land trade route.

The Estonian Great River was a waterway, frequently used for caravan freight transport, with an even higher usage rate than the Thousand Serpent Traces on land.

Many important river nodes had embankments and dams, heavily guarded by troops.

Garoth shook his claw, waking the gnoll who had fainted from fear of heights.

“Ah! So high!”

The gnoll tightened its tail, screamed sharply, then fainted again.

Considering that gnolls rarely look down from high altitudes and might not distinguish directions or locations, Garoth circled briefly, then descended to the top of a higher hill and woke the gnoll again.

At the first moment of waking, the gnoll wanted to scream,

but when it met the calm and profound gaze of the red iron dragon, its voice got stuck in its throat, unable to utter a sound, causing its face to swell from holding back, coughing violently several times.

“Point out the direction of Shattered Stone Beach.”

Garoth said.

The gnoll trembled and stretched out its claw, pointing to where a tributary of the Estonian Great River was located.

“Here, here.”

Garoth took the gnoll and flew high again, slowing down, suppressing his sound, and headed in that direction.

Soon, he hovered among the clouds, lowering his eyes to look down.

A tributary river about ten meters wide reflected before him. On both sides of the river were sandy beaches dotted with scattered stones, where the figures of gnolls and kobolds could be seen along with scattered tents and campfires.

This was Shattered Stone Beach.

“Where is your lord’s lair?”

Garoth shook the gnoll awake again and asked.

“Under the water! The Iron King likes to dwell at the river bottom!”

After replying, the gnoll fainted again due to fear of heights.

Likes to dwell at the river bottom?

Garoth narrowed his eyes, scanning the river below.

The rushing water shattered the moonlight, faintly yellowish and somewhat turbid, with a lot of silt at the bottom, showing no special features.

“I’m afraid it’s not because he likes it, but to conceal his presence and hide.”

Garoth thought.

Which iron dragon liked to nest at the river bottom? Iron dragons preferred dry and hot environments, naturally disliking water—much like red dragons. Garoth himself hated water. He knew very well that if conditions weren’t forced, normal iron dragons would never reside in water.

His gaze swept over the total number of no more than five hundred gnolls and kobolds.

Garoth sniffed.

Although he had not seen the Iron King with his own eyes, he could already be sure that the other party was his brother Sorog. Dragons were very sensitive to each other’s aura; he could detect a faint familiar scent in the air.

Due to water flow and distance, the scent was faint.

If he were passing by normally, Garoth would not care or even feel it.

But when he was certain there was an iron dragon here, and calmed his mind to sense carefully, he quickly caught the iron dragon’s scent.

No doubt, it was Sorog’s.

Without immediately descending to meet Sorog, Garoth’s eyes flickered, a new idea forming in his heart, and he turned back toward Tempering Heights.