novelraw Chapter 244: This Serpent Woman, You Wouldn't Want Your Tribe Destroyed, Would You?
Chapter 244: This Serpent Woman, You Wouldn't Want Your Tribe Destroyed, Would You?
Narys's heart overflowed with regret at this moment, deeply remorseful for the wrong decision she had made initially.
Had she known earlier that the Redwing Lord possessed such terrifying power, she would have immediately led her entire tribe in bowing in submission.
She would have had the most beautiful maidens of her clan holding venom-scale flowers, kneeling respectfully before the gates of the Molten Iron Tribe to welcome them; she would have charged into battle without hesitation whenever the Molten Iron Tribe needed support, rather than hesitating and watching from the sidelines as she did now, ultimately facing the consequences of being purged.
"A single wrong choice must now be repaid with blood."
She released a heavy sigh within her heart.
The six-armed serpent woman slowly lowered all her arms, the sharp blades no longer pointing at iron dragon Sorog.
"This was never my true intention."
She bowed her head, speaking to the iron dragon in a humble tone:
"Noble Iron King, the Venomtail Tribe is willing to submit, willing to offer eternal loyalty. Whatever price must be paid, we beg your forgiveness for our previous ignorant offense."
Watching the serpent woman display this submissive posture,The iron dragon nodded slightly, speaking in a deep voice: "It seems you also don't wish to see the serpentfolk tribe destroyed."
But then his tone shifted, his voice turning icy and resolute: "However, loyalty obtained without conquest comes too easily—this would hardly satisfy the warriors of the Molten Iron Tribe."
"They have sharpened their claws and fangs, thirsting for the baptism of battle and blood."
The six-armed serpent woman's pupils suddenly contracted, a chill rising within her.
Immediately after, she heard the iron dragon's deep voice continue:
The serpent woman remained silent for a moment, then finally nodded slowly and heavily.
Whoosh—!
The iron dragon suddenly beat his wings, soaring into the sky.
"Attack!"
With this command, the Molten Iron behemoths once again advanced with unstoppable steps, pushing toward the Serpent Swamp.
The six-armed serpent woman's weapons tightened and loosened repeatedly in her hands, but ultimately she restrained the impulse to strike.
Soon, the Molten Iron Legion clashed directly with the serpentfolk tribe's warriors.
The white tiger released earth-shaking roars, wherever its sharp claws passed, flesh and blood flew everywhere—the might of a lord-level fierce beast was unstoppable; centaur iron hooves shattered the earth, spears piercing through serpentfolk bodies like lightning; ogre great clubs smashed venomous snakes and fierce pythons into pulp; werewolf claws easily tore through serpentfolk throats... The Venomtail Tribe's defensive lines almost collapsed upon contact, the battlefield showing a completely one-sided situation.
But this wasn't without reason—
Including the six-armed serpent woman leader, the Venomtail Tribe's senior chieftains, powerful sorceresses and Shamans, all restrained by her, did not counterattack at full strength. They merely defended passively against the Molten Iron soldiers' attacks, retreating step by step without any will to fight.
Finally, after paying the price of countless lives, the entire swamp was dyed red with blood.
"Those who surrender shall live!"
The iron dragon circled in the sky, his dragon roar echoing across the battlefield like thunder.
The surviving serpentfolk, already dominated by fear, began discarding their weapons one after another, prostrating themselves in the blood-soaked swamp.
She had received special attention from the white tiger. Due to only defending without attacking, combined with the Sword Saint path's inherent lack of defensive prowess, her body was covered with savage wounds left by the brutal tiger.
Her skin torn and flesh gaping, she appeared pale and exceptionally vulnerable now.
Iron dragon Sorog landed on the ground once more.
He used his massive dragon claw to lift the serpent woman's chin, making her stand again with her long serpent tail coiling.
"Narys, this time you made a wise choice."
The iron dragon's voice struck directly at her heart, making the serpent woman feel as if a weight had been lifted, her long-tense nerves finally able to relax.
After this battle, the Venomtail Tribe's population was sharply reduced by more than half.
But because of the six-armed serpent woman's final wise decision, they avoided complete destruction, allowing their bloodline to continue.
"Being able to serve the noble dragon race is an honor for us serpentfolk."
"From now on, the Venomtail serpentfolk will forever submit beneath dragon wings, ready to be driven at will."
The Sword Saint laid down all weapons, her long swords dropping to the ground one by one.
The serpent woman lightly flickered her forked tongue, gazing up at the iron dragon's majestic head while gently licking the cold, hard tip of his dragon claw with her tongue tip,
She declared thus.
Narys saw burning desire and aggression in the iron dragon's eyes,
She didn't resist this, instead feeling a trace of relief—were it not so, the Venomtail Tribe might have suffered even crueler treatment.
Sorog looked down, gazing at the serpent woman.
Though the six-armed serpent woman was now covered in wounds, her beauty remained undiminished. The stark contrast between blood and snow-white skin instead bestowed upon her a heart-stopping beauty of battle damage.
To the serpent woman's surprise, the burning desire in the iron dragon's eyes gradually faded, replaced by an examining gaze as if appreciating artwork.
Why such a transformation?
The serpent woman's heart filled with confusion.
Was her charm insufficient? Or had this iron dragon before her not yet mastered transformation magic, worried he might harm her?
"A Sword Saint's constitution can withstand the assault of any storm."
The serpent woman hinted meaningfully: "Iron King, you need not worry."
She knew well the Venomtail Tribe was disliked due to their previous wrong choice.
As she spoke, the serpent woman's eyes shifted, her serpent tail lifting slightly, brushing almost imperceptibly against the iron dragon's chest.
She could feel the hardness and heat of those scales, but the other party remained completely motionless.
"Beauty is like a bone-scraping steel blade, capable of corroding a warrior's will."
His hard dragon face showed no expression change, his gaze burning like torches as he stated:
"This would affect my judgment, shake my determination."
Sorog knew well that his resistance to desire wasn't as strong as Garoth's,
Once indulgence began, influenced by his dragon bloodline, he might easily become immersed in it unable to extricate himself.
To avoid making unwise decisions influenced by desire.
Conquering a powerful female, watching her transform from resistance to submission, even actively seducing, was undoubtedly pleasurable.
The grand ambition of establishing a dragon kingdom was iron dragon Sorog's true pursuit. Compared to this ambition, everything else must yield.
"Moreover, I understand your thoughts."
"You don't truly submit to me, but merely bow to the Molten Iron Tribe under duress."
The iron dragon calmly pointed out: "This incomplete conquest doesn't satisfy me, but one day, Narys, you will come to me with genuine sincerity."
Hearing these words.
The six-armed serpent woman's eyes flickered, never expecting this dragon before her to possess such self-control.
A dragon knows how to restrain desires... Compared to those roaring, indulgent great dragons, Narys suddenly felt this young adult iron dragon before her seemed even more profound and unfathomable.
Above him stood that Redwing Lord who made the Venomtail Tribe tremble in fear, who swept across the convergence lands.
If the Iron King was already so extraordinary.
What kind of presence must that Redwing Lord possess?
The serpent woman suddenly asked: "If the master of the Molten Iron Tribe stood here, how would he treat me?"
This sudden question surprised even Narys herself. Perhaps because the iron dragon mentioned "genuine sincerity," she couldn't help but wonder how that more powerful Redwing Lord would view her submission.
Here, "it" referred to the brutal white tiger currently snarling nearby.
Years of interaction had given Sorog thorough understanding of his brother.
But as a Mind Sorcerer, Sorog could vaguely perceive that beneath the red iron dragon's calm exterior hid a raging fire sufficient to burn the world.
The iron dragon longed to establish a dragon kingdom, but he also understood that even the most magnificent kingdoms would eventually fall.
But his brother's true pursuit, deep within his heart, was eternal life, status comparable to deities, immortality beyond the stars.
The serpent woman looked toward the brutal tiger currently tearing at a giant python corpse with its claws, saying in astonishment, finding it hard to believe.
Iron dragon Sorog sneered coldly, stating: "Of course, he has long transcended vulgar pleasures, his will is like steel, unbreakable. A serpent woman like you would only earn his disdain."