Chapter 86 - Invisible Flattery is the Most Deadly

“Giant Dragon, it’s really a Giant Dragon, I can feel the power in their roars,” said Gos, who was shakily getting up from the ground, his voice quivering with excitement.“I never expected the Maternal Tribe to have Giant Dragons.

Could it be that they now serve a True Dragon?

I never thought I’d hear the true roar of a Giant Dragon while I’m still alive.

Such power is truly overwhelming.”

The Eagle Cliff Cave Chieftain sighed deeply and said, “Compared to the harpies above our heads, this is Eagle Cliff Burrow’s biggest problem.”

“May I know the details?” Gaven asked with an equally serious expression.

Anything involving Giant Dragons is never a small matter, even if it’s a newly born young dragon.

Typically, it becomes the largest predator in the surrounding area; lions and tigers are nothing but prey in its eyes.

Especially for the Gnolls that Gaven is dealing with now, their worship of Giant Dragons is ingrained in their bones.

Just look at the reactions of the Gnolls of Eagle Cliff Burrow.

If a Giant Dragon truly appears within the Gnoll Tribe, they will unconditionally fall in line with this Giant Dragon.

If he had known earlier about the presence of a Giant Dragon nearby, Gaven would not have settled so easily in the vicinity at all.

Regrettably, Gaven hadn’t known beforehand, and he had already invested so much effort into the Blackwell Tribe, laying down a solid foundation, he couldn’t just abandon it now.

Or to put it another way, he didn’t have the time to start over again.

At this very moment, the Tukan people in the east of the Endless Wilderness were probably already on their westward conquest under the leadership of Khan Yamun.

This winter, the Tukan invasion war would completely erupt.

By the end of the year, King Yasan III of Komeer would issue an edict for an eastern campaign, assembling a large army to block the westward advance of the Tukan Army.

Gaven intended to use this conflict to build achievements and seize more benefits.

He had to stir up greater momentum with the Gnolls in the Rocklands and build a Gnoll army before winter set in.

The Blackwell Tribe was developing well, but in a war where both sides had hundreds of thousands of elite soldiers, its size was as insignificant as a spark.

It wasn’t enough, nowhere near enough.

“This matter isn’t a secret.

If Chief Gaven would like to know, I can explain it in detail…” ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ NovᴇlFir(e).nᴇt

The Clan Leader of Eagle Cliff Burrow wasn’t a great storyteller, but with Gaven’s probing questions, he was able to understand the general situation.

These two Giant Dragons did not nest nearby, they had just passed by in pursuit of something.

Given the frequency of their passings, their nesting place couldn’t be too far.

It was probably toward the north, near the Enorok Great Desert.

The Gnolls of Eagle Cliff Burrow didn’t have the courage to go and search for it.

One was a Red Copper Dragon, the other a Red Dragon.

Neither of them was very old.

As for their exact ages, it was hard to tell, but both Giant Dragons didn’t seem to have exaggeratedly large forms.

The Red Copper Dragon was slightly bigger than a Ferocious Tiger.

The Red Dragon was larger, already far surpassing an adult wild buffalo.

Given that the Gnoll eyewitnesses from Eagle Cliff Burrow only sneaked distant glimpses, the dragons appeared larger than their actual size when they spread their wings to fly.

Gaven roughly estimated that the Red Copper Dragon was between young and juvenile, while the Red Dragon was in its adolescent stages.

He would need to see them with his own eyes to be certain.

A Metal Dragon, a Colored Dragon.

Without asking, it was evident their relationship was far from harmonious, but an unmistakable, relentless rivalry, a fight to the death.

If it had been a single Giant Dragon, whether a Metal Dragon or a Colored Dragon, the Eagle Cliff Cave Chieftain and his kin would not have been so distraught, they would simply succumb to their nature and loyally serve it.

Yet now there were two, enemies, constantly fighting to the death.

This posed a rather difficult situation for them, as pledging allegiance to either side meant fatal consequences for them.

For the Giant Dragons, killing each other was difficult, but dealing with their servant races was all too easy, a blast of Dragon Breath aimed at their caves was enough to decimate many.

As Gaven listened, his gaze flickered non-stop, indicating that his brain was working at high speed, calculating all the possibilities, before he finally inquired, “How frequently do they appear near Eagle Cliff Burrow?”

“It’s hard to say, sometimes once or twice every ten days, other times they don’t appear for several tens of days,” the Eagle Cliff Cave Chieftain calculated briefly.

“Do they always appear in the form of a pursuit battle?”

“It seems so…”

“Not always, I’ve heard warriors say that they’ve seen the figure of the Red Copper Dragon alone, he seems to have been hiding nearby for a long time, as if observing us,” Captain Bark added.

“He’s not observing you,” Gaven burst their bubble, “The Red Copper Dragon is observing those Harpies, or rather, listening to their Song of Seduction.

They are natural humorists and take great interest in various artistic works.

In the Rocklands, the Harpys’ Song of Seduction is probably one of his few choices.”

Not a hint of embarrassment showed on Captain Bark’s face, but rather an expression of curiosity as he said, “Chief Gaven, you seem to have done quite some research on Giant Dragons.”

“Naturally,” Gaven’s lies came effortlessly, “Do you know why I came to the Rocklands to become the leader of a Gnoll Tribe?”

“Why?”

“Because I am a Giant Dragon researcher.

I have been studying and researching Giant Dragons since I was young.

The knowledge learned from books is ultimately limited, and real traces of Giant Dragons are hard to find.

So, I had no choice but to study the race with the closest bloodline to Giant Dragons.

It’s just that I never expected to be so lucky to find traces of Giant Dragons here.”

Unintentional flattery was the deadliest.

By unwittingly admitting that Gnolls were the race most similar to Giant Dragons, Gaven made all the Gnolls present feel affirmed.

The looks from the two leaders of the Eagle Cliff Burrow towards him became even more cordial and gentle.

After laying the groundwork, Gaven naturally continued, “I would ask the clan leader to help me keep an eye on the Red Copper Dragon’s whereabouts.”

“Do you wish to make contact with the Red Copper Dragon?” the Eagle Cliff Cave Chieftain jumped up in alarm.

“Exactly,” Gaven nodded, “We can hide for a moment, but not for a lifetime.

As long as they are here, as long as their war continues, we cannot avoid it.

This is the fate of the Gnolls; we must pick a side.

Compared to the temperamental Red Dragon, the Red Copper Dragon should be a better choice for contact, at least it won’t start by eating us.”

The phrase “the fate of the Gnolls” effectively stifled any rebuttal from the two leaders of the Eagle Cliff Burrow, keeping it in their bellies.

Indeed, this was the fate of the Gnolls.

Even they, as Gnolls, had not seen through it as clearly as a human had.

Responsibility towards the tribe still prevailed over their bodily instincts, and the Eagle Cliff Cave Chieftain responded jovially, “This matter should not be rushed; we should be more cautious, observe a little more.”