Border Area, Dragon Valley.
It is now deep night, and the news of the Poison Tail Tribe pledging loyalty after a series of strikes has reached the Red Iron Dragon's ears. The details were conveyed to Galos by Iron Dragon Solrog through bloodline linkage.
"Well done."
Galos didn't hesitate to praise, responding on a mental level.
Since the Iron Dragon became a Mind Mage, his thinking has grown more meticulous, his actions more comprehensive, and his role as governor of the Molten Iron Tribe has gradually become qualified, virtually becoming Galos's 'external brain.' He handles many tedious tasks that Galos is unwilling to waste time on.
"As before, disperse the Poison Tail Tribe."
"Assign the Snake-man Warriors, Mages, Shamans... to different battalions according to their characteristics, retaining only those ordinary Snakefolk without combat skills."
Galos instructed.
