Under the Red Dragon

In the deep autumn of Dragon Calendar Year Five, Behemoth, the Lord of Beasts—the ancient behemoth bloodline upon which the Orc legions relied to slaughter the dragons—was devoured by the united dragon forces.

The Orc legion commander, Gann, was beheaded by the Dragon Lord's Death Angels and Chiron's heavy armored cavalry in an exchange of blood for blood and bone for bone, causing the remaining Orc army to lose its will to fight.

The protracted, nearly three-year-long "Orc and Dragon War" came to its final conclusion.

This war, one of the most brutal in the Northern Lands in decades, ended with the victory of the Highgmorra Dragon Clan, as the Orcish banner fell before the Dragon banner.

The events of this war will likely soon be recounted by adventurers and bards, telling tales and legends of the more than ten thousand corpses lying in the Golden Lands.

On the plains before the Royal Capital, tens of thousands of corpses lay scattered.

It was already late into the night, before dawn, but the blood on this battlefield had not yet dried, and the fires had not yet been extinguished.

In the moonlight gradually fading in the sky, and the dawn gradually rising on the horizon, one could clearly see the omnipresent smoke and mountains of corpses.

Swarms of Orcs had fallen, their corpses soaked in gradually drying blood, with scattered limbs and exposed bones intermingling.

Among these Orc corpses were mixed the bodies of several Dragon warriors. The armor on these Dragon warriors was dented and broken, almost fused with their flesh and bones, their bodies darkened by the stench of rust and blood.

But even in death, they still tightly gripped their weapons, and even severed arms would not loosen their hold by a single iota.

Some Dragon Legion warriors had fallen on the battlefield, but without fatal wounds, having died of exhaustion, having used up all their strength and energy, ultimately collapsing on the battlefield.

Because even one hundred thousand pigs would require significant effort to slaughter completely, and the Orcs were not pigs, but exceptionally powerful warriors.

The price for this was the near-total slaughter of over ten thousand Orc soldiers.

Even as the collapsing Orc army later surrendered, pleading for forgiveness from the Dragon warriors, willing to become slaves and prisoners, not a single warrior would accept this outcome.

No Dragon would accept this outcome, and no member of the Golden Folk would accept this outcome.

The continuous wars initiated by the Orcs not only offended the Dragons but also offended all the Golden Folk.

The greedy offenses of the Orcs brought consequences and damage to the territory, resulting in the most thorough slaughter.

The Dragon Clan proved that anyone who dared to offend the Dragons would die by their claws, even if branded with the name of evil.

Gann, the Orc prince who had instigated the war, lay kneeling on the ground, his tall corpse surrounded by the bodies of several Death Angels and heavy armored knights.

The expensive magical armor on his body was without a single scratch, but his head had been severed by a sharp blade, revealing traces of burning on his neck.

And Gann's head was now being held by a Death Angel. The holy flame on this Death Angel had dissipated, indicating that he had entered eternal death.

But even though this Death Angel's head had also been severed by the Orc prince, his body remained standing, his blood not spraying out but rather congealing like glue, maintaining the dignity before entering death.

This was the final mercy that the Red Dragon Lord bestowed upon these loyal warriors!

Kohl, the most trusted adjutant of this Orc prince, and an extremely powerful warrior in the Orc legion, had also fallen on the battlefield, several hundred meters away from Gann.

This Orc, wielding a legendary warhammer, possessed the strength to challenge and defeat a young Red Dragon single-handedly, but his head had also been chopped off by a Dragon warrior.

The cost was the fallen bodies of over ten Death Angels and the lives of dozens of heavy cavalry.

And over ten broken scales of the Blue Dragon Akxz.

Gash, the Orc legion commander, and his legion were also annihilated on the battlefield, in exchange for over half the damage to the six thousand heavy armor and the serious injuries of the barbarian leader Jib and the gnoll Yugu.

Almost all the legion commanders in the Orc army had been killed on this battlefield, with only a small portion of the Orc army escaping this intertwined network of death.

But the bloodthirsty mercenary warriors and wyvern knights hired by the Dragon Clan and invited by the goblin Glitterflower at a high price had already pursued the routed Orc army.

Perhaps before long, the heads of the remaining thousands of Orcs would be placed before the Dragon Temple as sacrifices.

That temple, rising high in the sky, the most sacred hall forged from the most evil and filthy bones, was now standing peacefully above, guiding many loyal souls to their place of refuge, enjoying the sacrifices of those heads piled into ossuaries.

Tens of thousands of residents and reserve legion warriors poured out from the Royal Capital, which had been awake all night, searching for the wounded warriors on this battlefield.

If they were Orcs, they would add another stab, then cut off their heads and pile them into skull thrones, offering them to the spirits in the temple.

If they were Dragon warriors, they would call their comrades to transfer the wounded warriors, or have the apothecaries and healing mage groups begin treatment on the spot.

The centaur warrior Suniya, as the chief of security, was now responsible for coordinating the order of the battlefield, saving more warriors who might survive, and collecting the remains of their own warriors.

Everywhere in the smoke and fire on the battlefield were the Dragon's sacrificial songs, the living offering sacrifices to the dead and praying for the temple to guide the departed souls to their refuge.

The temple was now enveloped in a thick layer of holy light, allowing all the living to watch the dying souls enter the hall one by one.

And their comrades' souls were also standing high at the door of the hall, smiling and welcoming these loyal souls.

This caused countless living beings to spontaneously pray and praise the mercy of the Dragons, praise the supreme lord, and spread the sacred will of the Red Dragon Lord.

And these enemy skulls were not simply a superficial symbolic sacrifice.

In front of this increasingly miraculous hall, the residual spirituality in the skulls of countless enemies was gathered by the temple into a spiritual essence of light that was almost visible to the naked eye and swallowed, transforming into nourishment for nurturing the hall and the spirits.

This Dragon Temple, in the long war and death, in the nurturing of spirits and faith, had gained some kind of power, a power to grow itself through the death of its enemies.

And in the very center of the battlefield, there were no piled-up corpses, because all the corpses had already been shattered by unmatched power, and even the blood had been dried up and turned into smoke and dust.

There was only one huge corpse here, the body of the Behemoth. But at this moment, the flesh and blood on the body of this powerful land king had been completely devoured.

Only on the dense white bones were there still traces of blood and meat.

Even so, a powerful aura still emanated from the bones of this powerful beast, an aura of unwillingness and hatred.

Rows of dragons surrounded the corpse, all lying prostrate on the ground to rest.

After killing Behemoth, the dragons also participated in the final war harvest, which caused their scarred bodies to exhaust all their strength, making it impossible to fly back to their respective nests to rest peacefully.

So the dragons could only stay where they were, devouring Behemoth's flesh and blood to replenish their consumption, waiting for their strength to recover.

The bronze dragon Alina, the copper dragon Alfred, and the ocean dragon Nexon, these three dragons with other missions, landed in the center of the battlefield at this time.

The ocean dragon Nexon was a little slower because he had no wings and relied entirely on spells and his own elemental control talent to fly.

Some adventurers with other intentions in the distance found that these wounded dragons had companions guarding them, making it difficult to find any advantages, and they dispersed under the fierce gazes of the three intact dragons.

These adventurers would also pass on the war between the dragons and the orcs as a topic of conversation in their adventure experiences to other places.

The arrival of the three dragons alarmed the dragons resting with their eyes closed. One by one, the dragons opened their pupils, and at this moment, the vertical pupils containing blood and fire brought unimaginable pressure and power to the three dragons.

After the tempering of war, the dragon's majesty became even more terrifying.

Seeing that it was a trusted companion who had arrived, these dragons reclosed their tired but sharp pupils and lay peacefully on the ground to rest.

Among the dragons, the most precious trust had been established in this dragon group and had taken root.

Only the young red dragon Cadiros, the red dragon who had broken two dragon horns, who usually enjoyed the dragons' lusts to the fullest except for fighting, and who had learned to control the evil dragon blood in these years but had a hard time changing his nature, had another problem.

"Oh, it's the beautiful Alina. As soon as I see you, I feel full of strength. Maybe, if you can give me a precious kiss, I'll get better faster."

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The scales on the young red dragon Cadiros's body were cracked, and several huge wounds were torn in his chest and abdomen, but he still expressed a certain covetousness for the bronze dragon Alina in front of the copper dragon Alfred.

This was the young red dragon's daily routine. He had expressed his affection for almost every female dragon in the dragon group, oh, not almost, even the leader of the wyvern knight group, Bartoli, had been harassed by this red dragon.

This was a normal red dragon. After his status had been raised to a certain level, Cadiros believed that his perfect figure and powerful strength gave him the power to pursue every female dragon, oh no, every female.

If he hadn't been beaten and taught a lesson by the dragons, the power to pursue would have become the power to occupy.

The bronze dragon Alina knew the nature of this red dragon, just glanced at this red dragon with disgust, and said lightly: "I am already Alfred's mate, Cadiros, don't say such words that make the dragon misunderstand, otherwise I will wait for Karon to wake up and let the Dragon Lord know that you like to harass his capable subordinates. I guess you must be missing Karon's fist."

The copper dragon Alfred had a dark dragon face, almost becoming a black dragon in the dawn. He bared his fangs and roared: "Cadiros, your status has not yet been raised to the point where you dare to provoke the majesty of a dragon lord. If there is another time, I will tear your mouth and knock out your fangs!"

"Okay, okay," the young red dragon Cadiros muttered, sticking out his long neck: "I have made contributions to the dragon group, I have shed blood for the dragon group, I just want to have normal power and status, you know, Alfred, our five-colored dragons don't pay attention to this, as long as we catch each other's eyes, we can have sex at any time!"

"Shut your stinky mouth, you. If you say one more word, I can't help but stuff your stupid head into your ass,"

The female red dragon Claina, who was squinting her eyes, felt offended when she heard Cadiros's words, and her long tail whistled and slapped the young red dragon's still-bleeding head.

The young red dragon subconsciously shrank his head, but in an instant his head stretched forward, revealing his fangs, and making a low roar.

His roar was not directed at the female dragon Claina, but at the two bronze dragons descending from the sky.

The young red dragon's low roar woke up the dragons, and the dragons opened their eyes again. The fatigue in their eyes disappeared at this moment and turned into anger and killing intent.

Because landing in front of them were two adult dragons, two adult bronze dragons, one male dragon and one female dragon.

As newly adult bronze dragons, the size of these two dragons was similar to that of the young red dragon Cadiros, but at this moment they were both in good condition, and except for the three young dragons in the dragon group, the rest of the dragons had serious injuries.

Every dragon had countless scars on their chest and abdomen, and the scales on their bodies were also broken in many places. The green dragon Ellie's left wing was even cut off in half, and one of the white dragon Camid's heads had been smashed out of shape, with blood overflowing from his mouth and nose.

The young white dragon Sloka had even entered deep sleep on the spot. This was a last resort, otherwise this white dragon would enter the silence of life.

These dragons didn't even have the strength to fly up or the excess magic power to cast spells.

"Get out of here, you two guys," the ocean dragon Nexon was the first to show his fangs and let out a demonstrative low roar.

On land, the ocean dragon was actually a rather weak dragon species, but he did not hesitate to stand in front of the dragon group and let the two adult dragons get out of here.

"You two fools, do you want to start a war with the dragon group," the bronze dragon Alina also showed her snow-white fangs and stood in front of the two adult dragons without fear.

The copper dragon Alfred had already lowered his body, his front paws digging the ground, his dragon wings spread out, ready to fight at any time.

The dragons also stood up one after another, although they were very weak now, they still would not be afraid.

And the warriors and dependents of the surrounding dragon group directly surrounded them, and the soldiers patrolling and guarding the city wall also began to turn the giant crossbows and cannons and began to calibrate their targets.

"Don't be excited, my compatriots," the male bronze dragon Gross folded his wings and took two steps back, showing that he had no malice, and the dragon power on the bronze dragon was also restrained, which meant that the two dragons did not come to fight.

"We are members of the Southern Good Dragon Alliance. My name is Gross, and her name is Natareli," the male dragon Gross introduced: "We have no malice, we are just here for you and the dragon group."

The female bronze dragon Natareli also nodded and said in a mature female voice: "We are just here to make sure that you, my compatriot, have not been affected by these evil five-colored dragon spells before joining this evil dragon group. Come here, my young compatriot, let us check."

"Hmph, who do you think you are? Do I, Arina, need you to inspect me? I know very well whether I've been affected by magic or not. Two self-righteous fools! If it weren't for the sake of the Good Dragon Alliance, I would have ordered you to be driven away,"

The bronze dragon Arina's face was filled with anger. This was equivalent to an insult to Arina. Although she knew that her kin mostly possessed a strong sense of justice and would not tolerate any form of cruelty, this insult was still unacceptable to Arina.

The two adult bronze dragons' expressions changed. They didn't expect their kindness to be directly rejected by their younger kin. But the male bronze dragon, Gros, didn't want to directly engage in battle with the dragon group, so he took a step back.

"Alright, even so, we will still stay here. As long as we confirm that you have been bewitched by these evil chromatic dragons using magic, we will help you escape their control,"

"But if you willingly join this evil dragon group, then, my young kin, you are consorting with evil. Look at those orcs who are begging for mercy but are still being slaughtered mercilessly. Look at those skeletons and undead that have been awakened from their resting place,"

"This is an evil that cannot be tolerated. This evil should be stopped, should be restrained, should be guided,"

The male bronze dragon, Gros, revealed dissatisfaction in his eyes. He said loudly, "My young kin, I hope you think about it carefully,"

"And you," Gros turned his gaze to the weakened dragon group, "I will be observing your actions in secret. This time, the orcs took the initiative to invade and received their due punishment. But if you continue to allow evil to expand, I will stop you."

The male bronze dragon finished speaking, nodded with satisfaction, and then took flight with his companion. These two dragons, who had applied to join the Southern Good Dragon Alliance as soon as they reached adulthood, had come because they had heard of the war.

They had also heard of the Gogmora dragon group that ruled the Golden Land. In the eyes of these dragons in the Good Dragon Alliance, they possessed the power to supervise all evil. These two dragons felt the same way.

"Tch, what idiots!" The young red dragon, Kediros, let out a disdainful sneer as he watched the two dragons leave.