Chapter 790: Bronze Dragon King, Hell Evil God (3)

“This person, his innate arrogance even surpasses many of the Dragon Race.”

Iron Dragon Solrog nodded slowly in agreement.

Out of caution, after thinking for a while, he said, “If a Favored One of the Divine Spirit were to have an incident on our kingdom’s territory, even if just by accident, it could potentially cause many troubles afterward.”

“Have you thought this through?”

The Red Iron Dragon said, “First, send her a formal invitation to see how she responds, whether she dares to come. Once she arrives on our land, we can proceed as the situation dictates and make a final decision based on the actual circumstances.”

Years ago, the Messenger of Good Fortune, relying on his own strength, took away the Hall of Heroes that the tribe had excavated for a long time.

The law of the jungle, there’s nothing to criticize.

The creatures of the wilderness abide by this code.

If the roles were reversed, Galos admits that he wouldn’t give up on a virtually free Legendary Artifact either.

However, the difference is that if he took something and wasn’t caught by the other party on the spot, he wouldn’t show himself as pompously as Aliya, appearing on high and conducting a lecture.

Galos is rational, acting from a basis of interest, rarely motivated by emotion.

Therefore, in his estimation, if the Messenger of Good Fortune is willing to voluntarily return the Hall of Heroes and further provide compensation satisfactory to him, then he could let bygones be bygones.

However, judging by the arrogance and superiority displayed by the Messenger of Good Fortune back then…

She likely won’t be willing to lower her noble head and make such a concession.

And to Galos, he cannot tolerate his interests being damaged without making a statement.

If he chooses to tolerate it today and doesn’t protect his rights, then tomorrow he might lose more, which would send a signal to the outside world that he is weak and can be bullied.

“Alright, I understand.”

“I will prepare immediately to send the appropriate envoy to the southern heartland to submit a state letter to the Church of the Goddess of Fortune, formally inviting that Messenger of Good Fortune to negotiate cooperation matters.”

Solrog confirmed the orders.

After speaking, the Iron Dragon seemed to think of something else, adding, “One more thing, regarding your counterattack against the four Legendary Path of Scales, should we keep it confidential, or…”

Galos shook his head slightly.

“No need to intentionally keep it secret, let nature take its course.”

The kingdom has just been established, and its foundation is still shallow, indeed requiring some sufficiently shocking feats to bolster its prestige and deter those lurking in the shadows.

Galos will not take the initiative to trumpet this matter, being overly flamboyant, but he also does not plan to purposely seal off the information.

Allowing the truth to spread naturally, in turn, could achieve the best effect.

After a simple communication, he ended this Mind Link.

Hoo!

The Red Iron Dragon took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling slightly, and finally exhaled a scorching breath.

The chaotic and complex thoughts, concerning past grudges, present challenges, and future worries, were temporarily driven out of his mind with this elongated exhalation.

No matter what storms await in the future, continuously becoming stronger is always the most effective approach to dealing with any challenge.

First, take a short respite, repair these wounds on his body, then he will once again begin strengthening himself with undivided focus.

Time passed as always.

Not long after, the news of Emperor Ignatius encountering an ambush by four Legendary Powerhouses in the wilderness while inspecting his dominion, and eventually single-handedly counter-killing the four Legendaries, spread like the swiftest monsoon on the wilderness, quickly spreading from one to ten, ten to a hundred with astonishing speed.

Having just established the kingdom and with such battle achievements.

The reputation of this King of the Wilderness steadily increased, with the influence in the Southern Countries deepening day by day.

The Emperor’s strength is the most solid pillar of the kingdom, greatly rallying the hearts of the people and consolidating the fledgling regime.

Externally, any forces harboring ambitions or hostile intentions towards the Ola Kingdom have to reconsider the cost of opposing the Ola Kingdom more carefully.

In some ways, the Ola Kingdom is the tether of this Red Iron Dragon Emperor.

Someday, if the Ola Kingdom is utterly destroyed, the Legendary Red Iron Dragon will become unrestrained, shedding all burdens.

Perhaps his own development would be impacted by the kingdom’s destruction, but he would undoubtedly become more fearsome, causing all his enemies to be restless.

At the same time, the Red Iron Dragon Emperor’s strength also agitated the nerves of some old powerhouses and hidden existences.

Fear and apprehension often breed deeper hostility and more meticulous scheming, this dazzling fame will inevitably bring storms from other aspects to the Red Iron Dragon Emperor and his kingdom.

Meanwhile.

In the Raging Waves Dragon Domain, the extremely deep abyss where even light cannot reach.

A massive dragon body covered with ancient, weathered Battle Scar Patterns, seemingly cast from dark bronze, quietly lay in the center of the ocean abyss, merging with the surrounding darkness and cold.

This is none other than the Bronze Dragon King, Sheffield, who rules over storms and the ocean.

He was not asleep at the moment, his azure dragon eyes only slightly closed, breathing evenly and long, earnestly listening to the voiceless murmurs of the entire ocean.

However, in today’s ocean murmurs, another familiar voice had mingled in.

A low, hoarse, yet mixed with love and intimacy voice, like the most subtle stream, arose in the vast heart-sea of the Bronze Dragon King.