A Dragon against the Whole World

Chapter 188: Chapter 179: Cunning Evil Dragon! Rivers of Blood

Time flowed neither rapidly nor slowly, passing silently.

The night mist enveloped the border area like thick ink, with the shadowy valley ahead looming vaguely.

The elite forces of the Bloodhoof Clan advanced silently. The mounts of the Heavy Armor Rhino Knights tread over damp moss, while the silencing fabric woven from spider silk rendered the multi-ton behemoths ghostly silent. The shamans atop the Giant Mammoths clutched their Silence Totems tightly, their motions and sounds swallowed by magic.

”The target valley is just ahead.”

The White-maned Shaman furrowed his brow, lowering his voice to say, ”Something feels off; we’re getting quite close, yet there’s no sign of watchfulness.”

Dragon Valley was merely a few miles away from their forces.

At this range.

The White-maned Shaman was already prepared for discovery, his magic gathering strength and ready to be unleashed.

But as time passed and the troops advanced step by step, the valley ahead lay still, like a slumbering giant beast prostrate on the ground, showing no reaction.

In the sky, there were no patrolling dragons or giant eagles, nor signs of hidden sentries.

There were no howling patrols of the Jackal-Wolf Folk, nor the light from the Kobold arrow towers.

The Bloodhoof team’s approach was absurdly effortless.

”Could the Dragon Race be so foolishly arrogant as to be entirely defenseless?”

A leader scratched his horns, puzzled.

”No, if it were like this, it would be beyond foolishness.”

The White-maned Shaman flicked his tail anxiously, saying, ”I feel uneasy, as if something bad is about to happen.”

Riding atop a Giant Mammoth, the Bloodhoof Chieftain stared expressionlessly at Dragon Valley.

He said nothing, just made a gesture to a Minotaur leader.

The main force of the Bloodhoof Clan halted, and five agile scouts, led by a lean Minotaur, rushed towards the narrow, easily defensible valley entrance like arrows from a bowstring.

They were cautious at first.

Especially upon seeing the sentinel towers standing on the valley cliffs, their tension peaked, fearing a rain of arrows would descend any second.

Yet what made them even more nervous was.

—The sentinel towers were deserted.

They faced no obstructions as they charged into Dragon Valley.

The scouts quickly returned to the troops.

They looked tense, breathing heavily, and reported to Bal, ”Chief... Chief... the valley is full of empty camps, the campfires completely cold, no sign of enemy warriors, only some old, weak, sick, and disabled without combat skills.”

At this moment, Bal stood on the ground, gently patting the trunk of his Giant Mammoth.

Upon hearing the scout’s report, he paused.

Tricked!

Cunning Evil Dragon!

Bal’s expression turned grim, and he stepped forth, shattering the ground, then leaped onto the tall back of his Giant Mammoth amidst flying debris.

Before Bal could issue further commands.

A Minotaur Mage at the rear of the troops suddenly changed his expression, pulling from his bosom a cracking crystal ball. Through its rapidly dimming glow, the silhouette of a giant dragon swooped over the main camp.

This seemed like a signal.

More mages and shamans also showed a subtle change of expression.

The White-maned Shaman took out a tiny model-sized totem, its runes flickering, bringing forth the desperate cries and howls of their clansmen.

”Enemy attack! Enemy attack!”

”The dragons are here!”

”Watch out for the ogres and centaurs!”

”Call for support quickly!”

”......”

By now, even the slowest Minotaurs understood the situation.

The young dragons were not waiting within the valley for the Bloodhoof Clan’s arrival; they had no intention of facing them head-on. The actions of the Red Dragon and the White Dragon were merely a ruse. The Bloodhoof Clan thought they had lured away and scattered Dragon Valley’s forces, but in reality, it was they who were drawn away.

The Bloodhoof Clan, eager to capture Dragon Valley in one fell swoop and hunt down giant dragons.

Now paid the price for their cleverness and prejudices against the Dragon Race.

”Return, back to the tribe.”

Bal did not hesitate to order, his voice steady yet frighteningly grim.

The Minotaurs were united by blood and totemic belief.

They valued their clan and family, unable to abandon their territory and people.

With their defenses at their weakest, the tribal land was under attack and in dire danger; every Minotaur was in frantic anxiety.

The mighty Bloodhoof forces that had come sweeping in, now swept back even faster than before.

But unlike the excitement of their arrival, every Minotaur’s heart was tense, and the mages and shamans couldn’t worry about concealing the troops, only focusing on increasing speed, causing great commotion.

Let us rewind time by a few minutes.

The main camp of the Bloodhoof Clan.

Galos circled in the sky, the fierce winds he stirred shredding the Secret Celestial Eye.

Once the Minotaurs began their march and before the Red Dragon and White Dragon occupied two strongholds, understanding the Minotaur’s intentions, he had already taken the initiative. His warband snuck around, advancing towards the Bloodhoof Clan’s main camp. Samantha and Trish, left behind to deceive the Minotaurs, had also received the message and were on their way.

”Arrogance, conceit, foolishness.”

”Feel free to cast these prejudices upon me.”

Initially, Galos felt troubled by these biased judgments, but as he matured, he gradually realized they were a natural camouflage, allowing enemies to underestimate him, which, in his eyes, was actually beneficial.

He didn’t directly attack the illuminated, sizable Minotaur territory below.

The Red Iron Dragon just quietly lowered its gaze, letting its followers perform their roles, while conserving its energy for the more intense battles to come.

Meanwhile.

A breath of night wind swept past the totem pole.

The Minotaur sentinel at the watchtower only managed half a warning shout.

The Bursting Demon Arrow from the Mixed-blood Centaur had already pierced through his throat, shattering both the sentinel’s body and most of the watchtower.

Roar!

An adult Golden Dragon, nearly twenty meters long, majestic and powerful, with every scale shimmering brilliantly, appeared in mid-air, letting out a resounding dragon roar.

Golden Dragon?!

Thinking of the power of the Golden Dragon recorded in the ancient texts, several sentinels suffered sudden cardiac arrest, scared to death, while many Minotaurs almost forgot to breathe, terrified, their minds blank.

Fortunately, the terrifying Golden Dragon dissipated like a mirage, seeming not to be a physical entity.

Almost simultaneously.

Thirty ghostly black shadows darted up the walls under the cover of the wall’s shadow.

Jackal-Wolfman Hodgson stood at the backmost position, stepping on a crimson commander’s aura, while the Jackal-Wolf hunters in front of him swelled as if filled with tar and oil, their claws and teeth flaring, rasping hisses emitted from their throats.

”Tear out their throats!”

”For the Molten Iron Clan!”

Chaos descended.

The Bloodhoof Clan was in disarray in an instant.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The scales on the body of Dragon Vein Gluttonous Demon Kalu all lit up bright red, like burning flames.

This sturdy beast, only slightly shorter than the city wall, charged forward, each step shaking off wall dust, as the short spears and arrows fired at him failed to halt his pace.

Immediately.

He slammed into the city wall like a battering ram.

Crash!

The stone wall crumbled and shattered, but waiting for Kalu were a dozen poisoned long spears.

Yet, as the poison tips struck his body, sparks flew!

”Flesh...”

Kalu cracked open a drooling giant maw, clapping the heads of two Minotaurs together, crimson liquid splattering onto his face. Instead of being disgusted, he stuck out his tongue to indulgently lick it, a scene that sent chills down the spine.

On the west side, a Minotaur Mage waved a magic staff.

Earth and stone rose, manipulated by the mage to stir waves.

—only to be interrupted by a dense rain of arrows.

Silver Mane raised his upper body, muscles on his arm taut like steel wires, drawing a bow and shooting arrows, each arrow precisely nailing into a Mage’s eye socket and out through the bone.

The cavalry he led swept over the city head, arrows raining down, targeting the Mages and Shamans.

No Centaurs followed with the cavalry departing with the White Dragon.

The ground split open.

The Bloodhoof Clan’s totem pole rose on the battlefield, towering and steadfast, the runes on the pillar lighting up in sequence, firing interwoven lightning chains, whistling ice arrows, and exploding fiery balls.

Elemental magic surged wildly across the battlefield.

At times transforming into destructive tides attacking the enemy, at others becoming healing rains falling upon the Minotaur Warriors.

Whoosh—whoosh—!

Elvira hovered in mid-air, wings unfolding as arrows shot like meteors.

A Magic Warrior with elf bloodline excelled in archery.

Her arms turned into afterimages, one bursting arrow after another infused with magic power tore across the sky, striking the totem pole like precisely guided missiles.

The magic shield trembled violently under the continuous bombing, the frequency of counterattacks visibly weakening.

Not far away, the Dragon Vein Gluttonous Demon Kalu sneered as he tore a Minotaur leader in half.

He casually pulled out the long spear embedded in his shoulder, wiping his blood-soaked giant hand over the wound, biting an arm in his mouth, the wound healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This creature as strong as a Dragon took heavy steps, charging towards the nearest totem pole.

Ogres covered in heavy armor arrived at the same time, along with a few equally strong Giants.

”Hammer the skull, drink the blood!”

”Bones crack, sing the song!”

They shouted the warband slogan in rough voices, hoarse and uneven, like roars and growls, but carrying an unstoppable momentum.

They dressed in fine steel armor blended with diamonds, braving the totem pole’s attacks, wielding giant axes, war hammers, and wolf fang clubs, like a moving wall, advancing step by step.

As the Molten Iron Clan’s elite Hammer of Shattered Stars Warband.

They enjoyed the best equipment and food, also bearing the toughest frontal assaults.

The sky suddenly darkened.

With a cacophony of screeches and volcanic roars, the dragon group led by Red Dragon Samantha crashed into the battlefield like meteors, reducing everything to ashes wherever dragon flame passed.

The White Dragon was a step slower but also arrived with the Giant Wolf Knight, Hyena Knight, and other swift-moving cavalry, flooding into the battlefield breach like a tide.

With the figures of the two Dragons rampaging over the Bloodhoof Clan, the siege battle left no suspense.

One totem pole after another toppled amid roars, the Minotaur line melting like snow under the scorching sun, the ruins and scorched earth filled with corpses, blood converging into streams.

Molten Iron Clan.

This ’ferocious beast’ led by the Red Iron Dragon showed its deadly claws and teeth for the first time at the border area.