Under the Red Dragon

In the vast back garden of the Dragon King's castle, due to the planting and growth of the World Tree, the naturally emitted life aura has already dyed a thin layer of green on a small area of the originally barren mud.

Many shallow grasses and tender buds have taken root and sprouted from the soil, and a three-meter-high World Tree sapling, as thick as a person's embrace, stretches its tender green branches in the center of the garden.

Thanks to the spring water from the magical spring in the Green Field Forest, the World Tree sapling has grown in just half a month to the point that ordinary trees can only reach in several or even ten years.

Moreover, the World Tree is different from ordinary trees. Its growth height and the diameter of its trunk almost always grow according to a certain fixed ratio, so even if it is only more than three meters high, it is much thicker than other trees.

Only a few tender green leaves hang between the first few branches of the World Tree, making it look a little bare.

Two chubby Titan Python are trying hard to coil their short, fat bodies around the branches of the World Tree to prevent themselves from falling off the tree.

The two snake cubs were left here by Kalon to grow with the World Tree. This is an extremely important benefit for the two snake cubs. The magic pythons that have been bathed in the aura of the World Tree for a long time will also gain an increase in their life essence, and their future achievements will be limitless.

And the two snake cubs can also serve as a barrier to protect the World Tree to some extent, although they are still very weak now.

"Hiss, hiss,"

The larger snake cub laboriously coiled its tail around a thick branch, extending its forked snake tongue to detect the intensity of the life energy overflowing from the World Tree in the air, in order to capture it.

The other snake cub lazily curled up in the tree nest at the junction of the branch and the main trunk, allowing itself to be gradually infiltrated by the increasingly dense life aura.

"Owa, your naturally emitted life energy is good for us. I wonder if we can taste your taste. Maybe your body will help us even more!"

The larger snake cub said greedily, its eyes, which had changed from round pupils to vertical pupils, glowing with greed. It rubbed its short, fat body against the trunk of the World Tree, Owa, to relieve the itching caused by the growth of its scales.

Owa is the name Kalon gave to the World Tree. It has a meaning in both the language of the dragon race and the language of the elves—a god who created the world.

This is an explanation of the essence of the World Tree, and also a certain expectation of Kalon for this sapling that is close to him.

"The name Dad gave you really suits your personality, Grenick. You are always an insatiable, greedy, and vicious snake, unlike Haninek, who is quiet, kind, and restrained,"

The thick World Tree sapling, Owa, shook its branches and lowered an extra-thick branch, gently flicking the greedy magic python, Grenick, away.

"Ouch," the greedy snake cub, Grenick, was flicked away, its short, fat body twisting in the air, making a sound of fright.

"I will not only punish your greed, but also complain to Dad," the World Tree, Owa,'s consciousness fluctuated with cheerful emotions. It was obviously very proud of its behavior.

"Haninek, you will stand with me, right," the World Tree, Owa, lowered another branch and gently touched the top of the head of the smaller snake cub who was dozing off.

Affected by the power of heart energy, which carries Kalon's extremely strong personal imprint, these three cubs obviously inherited or amplified certain characteristics from Kalon.

The other snake cub, Haninek, shook his dazed head and opened his vertical pupils. Even Haninek, who was called the kind and restrained snake by the World Tree, Owa, would only turn into human-like round pupils in front of Kalon.

Although the vertical pupils of this snake cub, Haninek, were still a little dazed, he blinked his eyes and then said in a soft voice: "That's not good, Owa. Dad is busy. We shouldn't bother Dad for such a small matter!"

"You're right. I don't know what Dad has been busy with recently. He hasn't come to see us for several days. Dad's power is more delicious than those natural auras and elemental magic,"

The World Tree, Owa, responded with its consciousness, and the active branches also became quiet, as if it and the dazed snake cub, Haninek, were looking at the red dragon's lair together.

Kalon is indeed very busy. Although most of the affairs of the territory have been distributed by him with the power that others should have, there are still many things that only he can decide, and his exploration of power and knowledge has never stopped.

Kalon's huge body is entrenched in his lair, in this ever-boiling lava lake. The dim lava lake makes Kalon's scales, which are blooming with brilliance, and the various treasures and divine iron floating in the lava, cast layers of halo.

Chunks of hot or cold precious minerals excavated from the depths of the earth's core and lumps of mithril exuding silver brilliance float in the lava. Kalon spews out hot but stable continuous high-temperature dragon fire from his mouth to melt the materials.

Kalon flips through the knowledge inherited from the ancient magic empire in his mind while melting these materials according to the knowledge of forging magic treasures, connecting the existing characteristics of these materials so that they can harmoniously exert their best functions.

Among these materials, even the extremely heat-resistant minerals that condense and form in the earth's core lava gradually melt in the dragon fire spewed out by Kalon and transform into shapes under Kalon's power. A large bell used to strike as a time standard gradually takes shape in the dragon fire.

Chunks of materials are picked up by Kalon's mage hand and successively thrown into the dragon fire, melting into juice and then mixing into the gradually forming bell.

When the last piece of mithril melts into juice and merges into the bell body of this bell, dyeing the entire simple bronze bell with a faint silver glow, Kalon stops his dragon fire.

His will drives the field that envelops the entire dragon's nest, and then his heart energy contaminates the entire bell body, leaving his own mark and the connection point of the field radiation.

Hu, Kalon exhales a breath, and a few sparks splash out from between his fangs.

Even though he is drawing magic power and energy from the depths of the earth's core, the long-term precise power output still puts some mental burden on him.

However, through this kind of exercise, his control over power has improved to a higher level. Some spells that used to require extra concentration can now be easily released, maintaining the stability and accuracy of the spell release.

Dong,

Kalon flexes his dragon claws and gently flicks the heavy bell, making a loud and melodious bell sound that reverberates throughout the entire dragon's nest, which is sealed by the field.

Kalon nods in satisfaction, then stretches out his dragon claws and presses on the two-meter-high bell, inputting his power and vibrating the magic power in his body. Mithril's good power conductivity and magic ductility allow Kalon to easily expand his power.

Suddenly, the heavy and tall giant bell vibrates, making a deep, low sound. The invisible fluctuations emitted are like a field, resonating and connecting with the dragon's nest's field, emitting a terrifying suppressive force and latent destructive power.

"Very good, it seems I have the talent of a divine craftsman," Kalon nods in satisfaction, flicking the heavy bell and letting it fall into the lava flow.

In the lava lake, which is bubbling and boiling, many similar bells are already floating, and even more bells have been scrapped and abandoned in the lava lake, allowing the boiling lava to slowly corrode and melt these scrapped crops.

And these intact bells are soaked in the lava, infiltrated by the extremely rich magic power, and connected to the field of the entire dragon's nest, gradually producing a resonant rhythm.

This is Kalon's magical and mysterious time experiment, referring to the unfinished time device of the ancient magic kings.

These bells will be hung in every city and every village in the dragon's territory as the time standard and ritual vessel in the territory.

When the main bell hanging on the top of the dragons, the Dragon Sanctuary, rings, the bell will spread throughout the territory.

Morning bells and evening drums, these bells represent the beginning and end of each day, as well as the division of each time period.

These bells will also serve as Kalon's ritual vessels for receiving and transmitting the power of faith, and also as the royal vessels for ruling the territory.

Kalon, who has left his power beacon in the giant bell, can also use these bells to transmit and spread his own field when necessary, to achieve a certain power suppression in the entire territory.

Moreover, Kalon also intends to use these bells as the horns of the Dragon Legion. When the bells ring, it is the moment when the Legion advances, sending the favor of death to his enemies.

On weekdays, the bells can also be used to make the soldiers' steps consistent, so as to boost the army's prestige.

Its functions can be said to be diverse. Although the main purpose is as an experiment to explore the essence of time, this is also Kalon's consistent style. He likes to maximize the utilization value of a certain resource.

"It seems that my idea can be tried," Kalon looks at the gradual changes in those finished products with a sense of accomplishment, and then spits out dragon fire again to continue to complete his plan.

The territory is gradually developing, and these numbers of bells are far from enough, and Kalon intends to abandon some of the previous bells due to proficiency reasons.

The most important thing is that the main bell that connects all the bells in the territory and is destined to hang above the Dragon Sanctuary and be rung by the souls of those brave warriors has not yet been completed, and Kalon has to continue to work hard.

Hu,

Azure blue flames spew out, burning precious materials, and precious magic gems and elemental crystals are also thrown into the dragon fire by Kalon to supplement the abundant energy for the magic treasures to be built next.

At this moment, Kalon, who was immersed in exploration and practice, suddenly raised his head slightly. The field covering the entire mountain told him that the warrior he had summoned had arrived.

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Kalon did not stop his dragon fire. In the misty and steaming lava atmosphere, his figure faintly fluctuated, and a figure stepped out from behind him.

Kalon in his dragonborn form, about three and a half meters tall, stepped out of his lair.

The gnoll leader Yugu, who was also tall and only slightly shorter than Kalon in his current form, was already waiting outside the lair, on the wide steps below the top of the mountain.

"My Lord, my King," the tall gnoll leader, now the leader of the warband and the centurion Yugu, bowed and reported to Kalon: "All the warrior rewards in the warband have been distributed, and every warrior has received the corresponding reward,"

"The spouses, oh, families, of those who died in battle have also been properly settled and enjoy the preferential treatment stipulated by the territory. The nameplates worn by each warrior have also been collected and buried in the Heroic Spirits Cemetery, with tombstones erected for祭奠…"

This gnoll told Kalon one by one about the handling matters after the last war.

"Yugu, I once promised you that you and your tribe have proven your loyalty and ability to me, and I will not be stingy with my rewards,"

After quietly listening to the words of his current capable subordinate, Kalon slowly opened his mouth.

The gnoll maintained a slightly bowed posture to show his respect for the dragon king, and it was also a way to reduce the increasingly prominent pressure from Kalon, but the heat in his eyes still exposed his desire and thoughts.

"I can bestow dragon blood on you, but you must know what the dragon blood of a true dragon is. If you want to get it, you must bear its weight. Even you, bearing the tempering of dragon blood, only have a half chance of success! And the price is death!"

Kalon looked at the gnoll who was not in a hurry to speak but quietly waited for his next words. The thorn-covered cheeks twisted slightly, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly, revealing a slightly hideous smile.

"And you, Yugu, are now my trusted dependent, a capable subordinate, and a brave warrior. I don't want you to leave my side so quickly because of an accidental failure,"

Kalon stared at the gnoll's movements, language, and expression, watching the gnoll's reaction.

Bang, this brave and intelligent gnoll knelt down on one knee. He replied in a low voice: "My Lord, it is my honor to serve you. I still have a few years of my peak and am willing to dedicate everything to you in these years,"

The gnoll raised his head, and his blood-red eyes condensed with a firm will,

"I only hope that in the last years of my old age, my Lord will let me try and accept the glorious trial of the Dragon's Blood!"

"Heh," Kalon's dragon claws faced upwards and clenched slightly. He chuckled: "What kind of master do you think I am, a stingy ruler who squeezes the remaining labor force of his subordinates and lets them make a desperate attempt when they are declining!"

The gnoll Yugu was shocked and quickly kowtowed his head heavily on the ground, which had been pressed by the dragon's nest field to be extremely solid. Although this gnoll did have a trace of resentment in his heart just now, he had never doubted the generosity of the red dragon in front of him.

He just felt that maybe he hadn't done enough, but he couldn't do better!

The gnoll Yugu's voice trembled, and he pleaded in a low voice: "Please forgive me, great master, Yugu does not have such thoughts! Maybe it's just my greed that made me make this offensive move!"

"No, Yugu, every creature has its own desires. I will let everyone who is loyal to me know that they will get the rewards they deserve,"

On Kalon's outstretched dragon claws, a deep scale appeared. This was an old scale shed by the red dragon, with his unique aura and mark.

He threw the token made from this old scale to the gnoll kneeling on the ground and dared not get up, and then said in a deep voice: "I have another way for you, my loyal warrior, go, Yugu,"

"Take my token and go to the Alchemy Department of the Magic Integration Department to find Titch, the person in charge of the alchemy department, and let him take you to get a few shares of the Water of Life. This can extend your peak period and lifespan."

Karon turned to walk towards his lair, leaving the last words, "Tell Titch that I allow him to use Cadilos' dragon blood for potion research, which is also one of your future guarantees,"

"Remember to go with Titch to find Cadilos. That young red dragon may still have a few unruly qualities. Protect Titch, he is a talent! A talent I bought from the orcs for two silver coins!"

The overjoyed gnoll leader, Yugu, the commander of the dragon territory's battle group, suddenly raised his head, and in his scarlet eyes, there was something that gnolls had never had before: tears!

Yugu heavily kowtowed on the hard ground, and he responded in a trembling voice, "My Lord, my King, Yugu will be your forever loyal hound!"

The gnoll, Yugu, turned around and strode down the mountain, towards the guards beside the stone steps leading to the dragon's lair.

A bat-winged dragon with dazzling scales was staying behind the guards, guarded by these guards. Although flying to the summit of the Dragon Nest was prohibited, those summoned by Karon were exceptions.

This six-meter-long bat-winged dragon was now smugly looking at the mountainside of a distant mountain, where many of its kind were flying up and down the mountains, shuttling between the cliffs and caves on the mountainside.

Although these dragons were subdued by the dragon group, they were not allowed to climb the summit of the mountains.

And this bat-winged dragon, as Yugu's mount, had climbed the summit of the mountains, so it was inevitably smug, because even the king of the bat-winged dragon clan, the Swift Shadow Wyvern, could only build its nest on the mountainside.

"Let's go," Yugu put his index finger and thumb in his mouth, blew a loud whistle, summoned the smug dragon flapping its wings, and he jumped on it and rushed down on the dragon.

And not far away, hundreds of dragons were chasing each other among the mountains in the sunset, their speed as fast as the wind, and their wings as dense as clouds.