Tears blurred Samantha's eyes, her heart filled with regret and grievance.
Suddenly.
Through her blurred vision, she could vaguely see a black-and-Red Dragon silhouette soaring into the sky from the Hemlock Hills.
The Goblin Wolf Cavalry pursuing from behind also saw the black-and-Red Dragon silhouette. Their hearts jolted, and they trembled with fear.
Setting aside Hobgoblins and Bugbears for a moment.
Normal Goblins aren't low in intelligence, but their reputation for bullying the weak while fearing the strong is widespread. They lack organizational skills in combat; when the tide is in their favor, they like to swarm in a mob, but if they find the enemy to be powerful, they'll scatter instantly and flee.
Goblin Wolf Cavalry are more valiant than ordinary Goblins.
However, their core nature remains that of a bully who fears the strong.
When they first saw the black-and-Red Dragon silhouette soaring up, they didn't see it clearly and mistook it for an adult Dragonkin, nearly dying of fright.
But after taking a closer look and noticing its size.
Their fear and dread vanished instantly.
It turned out to be another young dragon.
Great! Hunting two young dragons at once and handing them over to the tribe's Alchemist would surely allow for the creation of many powerful alchemical items, making the tribe even stronger.
The situation stabilized.
The Goblin Wolf Cavalry stood ready, looking up at the dragon silhouette high in the sky.
"Goblins bully the weak and fear the strong, but they are also incredibly vindictive."
"Since I've decided to act, not a single one of these Goblin Wolf Cavalry can be left alive."
Garros narrowed his eyes, making a decision in an instant.
He dove down from the sky, the metallic structures along his wing membranes tracing a blinding streak of light in the sun, like an unsheathed decapitation blade. He cut through the air with a piercing whistle.
Five poisoned arrows whistled through the air toward Garros's chest and abdomen.
The Red-Iron Young Dragon didn't dodge. When the sharp arrowheads struck his pitted black-and-red scales, sparks flew as if they had hit an anvil, and they were deflected away.
—The Physique of one dragon cannot be compared to another; the hardness of Garros's scales far exceeded that of a normal young dragon, and even a juvenile dragon might not be able to match him.
Flapping his wings, he whipped up a great wind and accelerated his dive.
In almost the blink of an eye.
Garros neared the ground, his speed so incredibly fast it far exceeded the Goblins' expectations.
"Scatter! Scatter quickly!"
Facing the diving Red-Iron Young Dragon, whose wingspan was like a fifteen-meter-long giant blade, the Goblin Wolf Cavalry felt a massive threat and immediately scattered to avoid the dragon's impact.
But their reaction was a step too slow.
The Goblin Wolf Cavalry in the front row didn't even have time to look up.
Garros's dragon wings swept across like a guillotine.
Heads wearing helmets and torsos wrapped in leather armor were sliced apart, limbs flying into the air. The blood spraying from the severed surfaces dyed the rain-soaked mud a dark red.
With a single dive.
Half of the Goblin Wolf Cavalry were dead.
Blood cascaded down his wings like a waterfall as Garros spiraled upward, twisted his body, and dove again.
His first wave of attack had already terrified the Goblin Wolf Cavalry, and they scattered in flight, not daring to oppose him.
However, outliers exist in every group.
One Goblin Wolf Cavalryman seemed to realize that running was pointless and shouted, "Don't panic! Don't panic!"
His cries were drowned out by the gale whipped up by the young dragon's wings, failing to rouse his kin. Even the grey giant wolf beneath him tucked its tail in fear of the dragon's majesty, not daring to charge.
Gritting its teeth.
This elite Level 5 Goblin Wolf Cavalryman leapt from the wolf's back.
Instead of fleeing, it gripped its warblade and sprinted toward Garros, leaping high into the air. With both hands tightly clutching the metal blade, it hacked down at the young dragon's head.
"Great Maglubiyet, witness me, and grant me courage and strength!"
It shouted in the Goblin tongue, praying to the deity of the Goblin race.
Smack!
Garros casually swatted the Goblin with a claw.
Terrifying power crushed everything in its path, instantly smashing the Goblin mid-air. Shredded meat and organs splattered across the ground in a radial pattern; it was a gruesome death.
The surviving wolf cavalry completely broke down, fleeing in a chaotic, disorganized mess.
A minute later.
Shadows solidified rapidly as Garros descended from the sky, pinning a Goblin's head with a claw and crushing it along with its grey wolf mount.
With that, all the Goblin cavalry were dead.
Spell-like abilities, the Dark Gold Tail Ring, Dragon Breath—he hadn't used any of them.
A few surviving grey wolves tucked their tails, their bodies shaking like sieves, not daring to move.
"I can keep them as emergency rations."
Garros thought to himself, not intending to kill these beasts directly.
Immediately, Garros flapped his dragon wings to whip up a gale, blowing away the bits of meat and blood clinging to him into the surroundings.
He turned to look at Samantha, who was slumped on the ground.
On the other side, the silhouette of her brother shrouded in a mist of blood was reflected in Samantha's pupils.
The steam rising from his scales mixed with the scent of blood. His wings were broad and massive, and his limbs and torso were thick and sturdy. The muscles beneath his scales were surely like cast iron; his entire body was filled with a powerful aesthetic, formidable and majestic.
At the same time.
The ground suddenly began to rumble and shake.
Samantha turned her head and saw an Earth Storm Bear, carrying a wild bull on its shoulder, rushing toward the young dragon's location with giant strides.
"A Level 8 Earth Storm Bear! It's over."
Samantha's heart was filled with despair.
She didn't think Garros could defeat an Earth Storm Bear, and the opponent's goal was clear—it was coming straight here.
"Garros, my dear brother."
"I apologize to you for my past arrogance and ignorance."
Samantha began to wail loudly, shouting, "I can't fly right now, don't worry about me anymore, just run! The Earth Storm Bear can't fly, it won't be able to catch you."
Looking at the emotional, wailing Samantha.
Garros mused that this young dragon must have suffered a lot in the wilderness and had probably realized the cruelty of reality by now.
"Run! Why are you still standing there?"
Samantha urged through her cries.
At the same time.
After first glancing oddly at the red young dragon, the Earth Storm Bear Mobel ignored her and accelerated his run, finally performing a sliding kneel that left a long furrow in the soft ground, stopping steadily in front of Garros.
"My Lord, please enjoy your food."
The Earth Storm Bear offered up the wild bull he was carrying, speaking in a coarse voice.
Hearing this, like a rooster being strangled, Samantha's wailing stopped abruptly.
"Mobel is my Subordinate, there is no need to fear."
Garros's explanation came a few seconds late; it was unclear whether it was unintentional or deliberate.
"Garros, my dear brother, thank you. I am willing to follow your commands and orders from now on, just to follow beneath your wings."
Samantha regained her senses and lowered her head to Garros.
Garros looked Samantha over and said, "You have made the right choice."
Survival in the wilderness was difficult and full of dangers. Having another young dragon under his command was a good thing for Garros.
He was happy to take in a young dragon willing to follow orders and follow him, but if they were disobedient, couldn't bring benefits, and instead caused trouble, making him act as a babysitter, Garros wouldn't tolerate it no matter who they were.
"What have you encountered during this time? Tell me about it."
He asked.
Samantha didn't hide anything either, recounting her painful experiences during this period in detail.
After listening, Garros clicked his tongue, inwardly calling her a hothead.
No wonder her situation was so pathetic.
Normally, with the power of a Red Dragon, even a young one shouldn't have ended up like Samantha, being hunted by a group of Goblin cavalry and unable to even fly.
It turned out her dragon wings had been torn early on, leaving her with severe injuries.
"Even I don't dare to circle near the mines; I'll detour as soon as I see them from afar."
"You really are bold."
Mines that were rich in resources and under excavation were the territory of the various nations of the Losern Federation. They were stationed with armies and equipped with sophisticated alchemical gear—places that even the Iron Dragon Mother wouldn't dare to provoke recklessly.
The most dangerous things in the wilderness weren't Vicious Beasts or monsters, but these garrisons.
"I was too reckless; something like this will never happen again."
Samantha still felt a lingering fear when she thought about it now.
She was at an altitude of a thousand meters and quite far away, yet she was almost killed. If she had accidentally gotten any closer, she would have certainly died.
At that moment.
Garros's gaze shifted slightly, and he turned to look. Under the reflection of the sunlight, he noticed something glinting slightly in the hand of a mangled Goblin corpse.