The thick night shrouded Dragon Valley.
Suspended in front of Galos was a Communication Stone, from which came the voice of the Iron Dragon.
"It's always me who gets hurt! Those damned centaurs, pretending to submit to earn my trust, making me let down my guard, and then ambushing me."
The Iron Dragon said angrily, "Daring to attack us Dragons, they are no ordinary centaurs, we must strike back with full force! If it weren't for my wisdom and calmness, I might have been permanently trapped by them."
Galos listened quietly to the Iron Dragon's lament.
After understanding the situation, he said, "No worries, as long as you're not dead, it's a minor issue."
The Iron Dragon said, "How do we deal with these centaurs? They call themselves the White Mane Clan, there should be other centaurs, not just the ones I've seen."
"Tasha!"
Galos called out, and the Flying Dragon Leader, circling and watching in the airspace, quickly landed.
