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Chapter 52 The Price of Not Fearing Death

The moonlight was bright, casting a layer of light on the coniferous valley surrounded by mountains on three sides.

Mobel carried the charred body of his dead father back to the wild bears' lair, and threw the charred body to the ground with a bang.

However, the violent bears' attention was not on Mobel.

They looked up as if facing a great enemy, and the images of two dragons circling in the sky were reflected in their pupils.

His eyes passed over the pureblooded red dragons, all of them looking at the other dragon.

The scales of the young red iron dragon looked like cast iron, and sparks shot out from its huge and broad wings. The shadows cast by the moonlight almost enveloped all the violent bears present.

With Gallos backing him up.

Mobel puffed out his chest and slammed his thick bear paws hard on the ground, splashing up a cloud of gravel.

It looked around at the bears and said in a loud voice like thunder:

"Open your bear eyes and look!"

It pointed its claws at the charred corpse on the ground: "This is the fate of those who rebel against the great Dragon Lord!"

Under the moonlight, the alchemical runes on Mobel's body flickered, adding a bit of intimidation to its aura.

It walked slowly towards the center of the bear group, and every step made the ground tremble slightly.

"Old Gore has ruled you for so many years that even the right to mate depends on his will."

A few low echoes were heard from the bears, especially the young male bears, who had long held a grudge against their old leader.

Seeing this, Mobel immediately raised his voice: "And now!"

It opens its arms.

"On behalf of Lord Garros, I promise you that all male bears will have the right to mate! And there's no need to worry about being expelled!"

of course.

As the leader, I will be at the front of all the male bears and have first priority.

It added in its mind, chuckling.

This announcement caused a stir among the bears.

The eyes of several female bears visibly lit up.

Not only the male bears are dissatisfied with old Gore's dictatorship, the female bears are also tired of this old violent bear leader. Compared with the old bear whose fur is already gray and withered and who is unable to do anything, they prefer the young male bear with shiny fur, otherwise they would not steal food so often.

"Not only that."

Maubert continued to incite.

"The Dragon Lord will also grant us strength!"

It displayed the glowing runes on its body. "Look at these! Has the stingy and rude old thing ever given you any gift?"

In the sky.

Garros listened quietly to Mobel's speech.

He unexpectedly discovered that this cowardly bear actually had good leadership skills, and his IQ was one level higher than other earth bears.

If you think about it carefully, it is the same.

The moment it encountered him for the first time and realized it was no match for him, it instantly dropped its bear face and started to flatter him. Its reaction speed was extraordinary.

At this time, most of the violent bears were persuaded by Mobel.

However, there was still a male bear who was fierce and unruly by nature and who had received more care from Old Gore on weekdays. He stood up and roared:
"Mobel, stop talking! This is a shameful betrayal! You actually led a dragon to kill the leader! And you even tried to make us surrender and abandon the glory of the bear tribe!"

The words just fell.

Accompanied by a sharp whistling sound.

A huge sense of oppression descended from the sky.

The male bear raised his head and saw a dragon like a red meteor rushing towards him at high speed. His courage just now disappeared in an instant and he closed his eyes in fear.

call!
The wind pressure made its fur stick to its skin, but the expected death did not come.

Open your eyes.

The male bear's field of vision was almost completely filled.

Garros stretched out his wings, hanging in the air with his dragon wings spread out, and his deep black dragon eyes looked down at the male bear.

"Evil dragon! I, Paris the Earth Bear, never fear death!"

The male bear, trembling with the dragon's might, roared at Garros, baring his teeth and taking an attacking stance.

Unlike the male bear's look of facing a great enemy.

Garros tilted his head, seeming a little confused.

"You've never died, so how do you know you're not afraid?" he asked.

Not afraid of death?

That's too simple to say.

Garros felt that he was very afraid of death, so afraid that he wanted to eliminate all the dangerous factors that made him afraid and uneasy.

Even I'm afraid, but you're not? Are you even more powerful than me?

Survival is the instinct of all living things. This sentence was like a spear, piercing through the male bear's psychological defenses, and the fear of death overwhelmed him like a tide.

Its eyes became hesitant, wavering between submission and resistance.

Surrender?

The dragon in front of him wasn't even an adult dragon.

Submitting to such a young dragon would undermine his dignity as an Earth Bear.

But on the other hand, the fact that this young dragon was able to kill the leader meant that it was more powerful than ordinary dragons and had excellent potential, making it seem worth following.

The male bear thought with a struggling heart.

Garros had no idea of ​​the male bear's mental activities.

Even if I knew, I wouldn't care.

He didn't like being seen as a dragon, nor did he like being resisted, so he had no intention of leaving the violent bear in front of him.

Garros opened his dragon mouth, and a surging fiery dragon breath spewed out of his mouth, drowning the male bear who was still hesitating and fearful.

Accompanied by a few gradually fading wailing roars, it was burned to charcoal.

"Those who submit live, those who resist die."

Garros raised his head, glanced at the earth bears, and spoke concisely.

Bang!
At the same time, the red dragon Samantha landed on the ground and glanced at the bears with a fierce look. Dazzling flames were brewing between the crisscrossing sharp teeth in the dragon's mouth.

Mobel shouted at the right moment.

"Choose! Do you want to turn into ashes like Old Gore and this stupid violent bear, or follow me and enjoy the Dragon Lord's gift?!"

The bears became agitated.

Under threats and inducements, the first violent bear soon crawled to the ground.

The creatures in this wilderness pursue only two things.

Survival, continuation.

Better survival, better continuation.

If it is true as Mobel said, submitting to the dragons would be better than living under the dictatorship of old Gore.

After the first violent bear, the second, the third, and finally all the violent bears lowered their heads. Under the moonlight, the entire violent bear clan knelt down one after another like waves, expressing their submission to the dragon shadow in the air.

Day two.

The sun was shining brightly, and golden sunlight shone on the coniferous valley inside and outside.

Garros called a few sub-adult male bears between six and seven meters tall and went to an open space with him.

"Dragon Lord, do you have any instructions?"

A violent bear asked cautiously.

Because they had just surrendered, they were not clear about Galas' temper. Moreover, the way Galas had burned those who disobeyed him to death without a word had left a shadow in their hearts. Therefore, they seemed uneasy and cautious in front of Galas.

Garros made several violent bears form a circle around him.

"Come on, hit me."

He said.

Upon hearing this, several violent bears opened their eyes wide, as if they didn't hear Garros' words clearly.

"You, what did you say?"

A violent bear scratched his scalp, suspecting that he had heard it wrong, and asked in confusion.

Garros repeated it patiently and added, "I said, you can attack me, use all your means to attack me. Anyone who causes me pain or feels threatened, I will give you priority in mating."

The violent bears looked at each other.

After hesitating for a few seconds, seeing that Galas's face was gradually becoming impatient, a violent bear hesitantly stretched out its bear claws and patted Galas.

To be more precise, it felt like a touch.

It's completely useless.

(End of this chapter)