A Dragon against the Whole World

Chapter 681: Chapter 413: Breakthrough at the Brink? Four Claws Shatter a Legendary Dream!

The mountain wind howled, passing through the steep and jagged rock walls, emitting bursts of wailing.

The once silent Giant Rock Mountain Range was now frozen with an atmosphere of desolation. Although sunlight spilled from the sky, it seemed to have lost all warmth.

Led by the Mountain King, as grand and imposing as a mountain, the entire Giant Legion was already on high alert.

They stood silently on the ground, appearing from afar like hills imbued with a sense of power.

Among them, the largest and most muscular Hill Giants stood firm on the front line.

Their tough skin, as if weathered for millennia, blended almost perfectly with the surrounding environment. In their hands, they gripped giant wooden clubs as thick as large beams or massive axes honed to a sharp gleam, casting shadows with an oppressive presence.

Slightly back were fewer other giants standing.

Fire Giants with dark red skin emitting a continuously hot, distorted aura, and Stone Giants whose solid and heavy forms seemed carved from whole blocks of granite.

Without exception, they all radiated a powerful and majestic energy wave.

Evidently, they were at least elite warriors who had come of age.

At this moment, all the giants’ faces were solemn and grave, their heads lifted, eyes focused on the sky.

Dragon shadows covered the sky, the weather turning gloomy.

At the forefront, the King of Molten Iron’s unparalleled robust and strong physique emanated a ferocious aura, accumulated through countless bloody battles. The black and red interlaced heavy scale armor was covered with deep, vicious battle scar patterns, making him the undisputed focal point even amid the numerous Giant Dragons.

Beside him were several other imposing dragons of varying forms standing guard.

Red Dragon Samantha beat her wings covered in alchemy armor plates, her Dragon Breath exhaled through her nostrils, twisting the surrounding air, her fiery Dragon Eyes burning below. Iron Dragon Solrog remained steady as a mountain, his iron-like scales reflecting the sunlight while a special helmet covered his head, revealing only his eyes.

Golden Dragon Nasha and Blue Dragon Zoraya exuded an even stronger dragon authority.

The Purple Crystal Dragon Lion, Holy Spirit Deer, and Phoenix, each occupied their own position, radiating powerful auras second only to the King of Molten Iron. Further back, the young and adult dragons formed a fearsome aerial formation.

The two sides faced each other, neither recklessly initiating an attack.

They were observing each other with extreme caution.

Amid their confrontation, the air seemed to freeze, and even the mountain wind knowingly came to a halt.

Finally, under the watchful eyes of the Red Iron Dragon, King of Mountains Groom broke the stalemate first.

He stepped forward heavily, his towering height over forty meters, and just his footsteps made the sturdy ground shudder, rocks leaping.

Among the major types of giants, Hill Giants were known for their colossal size.

The Mountain King gripped a battle axe with an unassuming style yet harboring an aura of terrifying power — the Earth Ripper.

He merely lightly rested it on the ground, and with another clear tremor, from where the axe blade touched, a bottomless chasm instantaneously spread into the distance, showcasing unparalleled power.

The Red Iron Dragon’s gaze narrowed, his sharp sight locking onto the weapon in the Mountain King’s hand.

From that battle axe, he clearly felt a hint of danger, somewhat reminiscent of facing that Legendary Sword Saint, albeit less intense.

”The axe blade has visible nicks, and the axe surface is riddled with cracks, likely indicating it’s a damaged piece of legendary equipment.”

Galos calmly and swiftly assessed internally.

The fact that the Mountain King possessed a piece of legendary equipment was indeed an unforeseen circumstance for him.

However, he did not feel the slightest bit nervous because of this, but rather, he grew a bit more cautiously prudent.

He knew well that regardless of how good the equipment was, it ultimately depended on who wielded it.

Even with intact legendary equipment, with the Mountain King’s abilities, fully utilizing it to its potential would be difficult, let alone this one being in a damaged state.

In the opposing Giant Camp.

Contrary to the initial surge of unwillingness and determination when hearing about the impending Dragon Group, King of Mountains Groom had now regained his mountain-like calm, rapidly contemplating other potential resolutions to this crisis deep within.

After a brief moment of silence.

The Mountain King spoke, his voice echoing through the empty valley like rolling stones.

”Mighty King of Molten Iron, your great name has spread far and wide, reaching my ears; your successful slaying of a legend is something I genuinely admire.”

The Mountain King’s gaze, as steadfast as a rock, fixated firmly on the majestic form of the Red Iron Dragon, his tone humble.

”Although our Giant race and your noble Dragon Race have a deep-seated enmity leftover from ancient times, fundamentally, we are not naturally mortal enemies.”

”I lead my fellow tribesmen in exile to this place only to seek a home where our species can continue.”

”In the decades we have settled here, we have never proactively invaded any territory of the Molten Iron Tribe.”

”I, Groom, am willing to continue to coexist peacefully with the Molten Iron Tribe.”

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