Under the Red Dragon

The canyon had long since returned to peace, with only traces of the brief battle that had taken place. The remaining ogre warriors picked up the weapons of the dead ogres from the scorched ground. These iron spearheads were precious to the ogres, who did not know how to forge them.

The two-headed ogre, Sahei, had his severed arm beginning to heal slowly. He and the few remaining ogre shamans in relatively good condition were using shamanic magic to stabilize the giant ogre's pained spirit.

A white dragon with a severed tail, blood overflowing from its mouth and nose, was dragged like a dead dog by the ogre warriors. This unlucky dragon was Gomot. He thought it was dangerous to be at the front, so he lagged behind the young dragons, and now he was indeed behind the dragon group.

Morgo was excitedly directing the warriors of the tribe to carry the glittering stones and gold-shining ores from the young dragons' nests. Although the ogres had no concept of wealth, Morgo knew that these things could be exchanged with those greedy merchants for many useful things.

Oersu and his party had only intended to come and watch the battle, so under the reminder of the knowledgeable mage, they retreated to the back of the crowd as soon as possible and were not discovered by the red dragon during the battle, thus avoiding the impact of the red dragon.

The merchant looked at the gold mines and jewels piled up from the dragon's nest, and the joy rising in his heart could not dispel the regret in his heart. He could easily exchange these treasures for a lot of cheap cloth and broken weapons, but those escaped young dragons were too bad.

Those young dragons were countless times more precious than the same weight of gold. No, it was foolish to measure a dragon with simple wealth, especially that special red dragon.

That red dragon had obviously had the prototype of a certain field. Even if Oersu was wrong, the mage beside him would never be wrong.

And the meaning of the field prototype, all the creatures in the world of Aikania know that it is the transcendent high position, above the legend, the strong under the demigod, the unique ability of the field strong.

That is enough to be called a strong country, one person can build a country. Although Oersu and the mage can't get in touch with that high circle, they actually have considerable energy compared to ordinary people, and they still have this common sense.

Thinking of this, Oersu asked in a low voice: "How about it, Archmage Lakshu, are you sure?"

Lakshu's pale face wore a confident smile and said: "If you want me to catch that red dragon, then I may not be able to do it, but with my ability, that red dragon will definitely not find my tracking magic mark."

A smile also appeared on Oersu's face, and he praised: "Well done, Archmage Lakshu, worthy of being a mage from the High Mage Association. I will need you to point out the direction for these ogres."

"Ogres are not all fools. After this lesson, they may not be willing to provoke those dragons again," Lakshu looked at the troll and two-headed wizard lying on the couch, even frowning, they were still beautiful.

Every mage possesses a mental power many times stronger than ordinary people, but Lakshu felt that his mental power was like an ordinary person facing a mage in front of this beautiful giant demon, but out of the mage's pride and the magic knowledge he possessed, he didn't have to be afraid of it. He even wanted to study the giant demon.

"I will offer them conditions that they cannot refuse. As long as they can catch that red dragon for me, I will bring them the power of civilization, forging technology and blacksmiths, planting grain seeds and farmers. These can be sold to them." Oersu had a confident smile on his face.

These were not a problem for him at all. The reason why he didn't give these things to the ogre tribe before was because humans from the civilized world looked down on these barbaric creatures from the bottom of their hearts. Except for being intelligent, these ogres were no different from animals in his eyes, and Oersu didn't want the ogre tribe to become stronger. Weakness was conducive to control.

On the other hand, it was out of the merchant's natural profit-seeking psychology. The more the other party yearned for something, the less easily it could be sold to the other party, so that it could be sold at a good price.

"Also, Lakshu, use your raven to send a letter back for me. I need the support of my family's power. You should also send a letter to those mages who are on good terms with you, but don't tell them about this matter first. Wait until they are almost there, and then my servants will tell them the truth. You will get the reward you deserve after this matter is over. After all, there are quite a few young dragons, aren't there."

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A red dragon flew unsteadily in the sky, as if drunk, all the way from above the tall forest, scattering a lot of blood. A slender wound extended from the red dragon's lower waist to the front of its abdomen. The wound was very deep, and the constantly wriggling organs inside the red dragon's body could almost be seen.

Calon forcibly endured the stinging spirit and body that continued to emanate, and there was only one thought in his mind, that was to fly forward, keep flying, and stay as far away from the former dragon's nest as possible.

His consciousness was constantly blurring, and he could only let the muscles of his body wriggle spontaneously. Fortunately, the wound was not thick, and the wound was quickly temporarily healed under the dragon's strong life recovery power, and the blood no longer flowed.

Calon didn't know how long he had flown or how far he had flown until he couldn't hold on anymore and fell from the air.

His last trace of clear consciousness drove him to use his claws to dig a cave on the ground that could barely hide his body, and he fell into the cave and fell asleep without even having time to cover it up.

Fortunately, the rainy season came, and torrential rain like a water curtain connecting the sky and the earth covered everything that could be seen in the forest, a vast expanse of white, and the red dragon's breath and blood were also diluted until they were weak and imperceptible.

Calon slept in the cave for three days before waking up. For the dragon, the mental micro-trauma had a more profound impact than the physical scars. At least in these three days, the wounds on the dragon's body had healed for the most part, and it no longer affected free movement much.

But mentally, Calon was like a person who had drunk fake wine and had a hangover for days and nights. His mind was still a little dizzy and occasionally had some tingling pain. The evil dragon thoughts that used to be active were a little unable to turn around.

"Shit," the red dragon hiding in the cave was accidentally poured a mouthful of muddy water that poured into the cave, and Calon quickly spat it out.

The rain was too heavy. He used to like lying in the cave and listening to the sound of rain to fall asleep, but now he didn't have any enjoyment at all. The abundant rain had poured into the cave and was about to submerge his wings.

As one of the most perfect creatures, dragons have very strong environmental adaptability and can survive freely on the ground, in the sky, and in the sea. This little water can't drown the red dragon.

However, the increasingly strong fishy smell in the cave aroused Calon's appetite. He hadn't eaten for several days, and now every trace of smell was particularly clear in his sense of smell.

The young stage of the dragon is the period of rapid growth and development of the body, and a lot of food needs to be consumed every day. As the saying goes, a half-sized boy eats up an old man, not to mention Calon who is growing under super-limited conditions. He is already so hungry that his stomach is grumbling.

The huge sound from the dragon's stomach sounded like a dozen field chickens were croaking together in the ears of people who didn't know why, but it was raining heavily outside, and no creatures would stay outside their nests at this moment. Even dragons would have difficulty finding prey.

"Why don't you try a bite?" Calon looked hesitantly at the soft, lumpy mud that had been soaked in the rain in front of him. It looked like a glutinous rice cake made of glutinous rice, exuding a charm that Calon had never noticed before.

"Forget it." Although the dragon's powerful stomach can digest soil, soil has no nutrition for the dragon. If you want to fill your stomach, you have to transform into an excavator and work a lot. Calon tried to avoid himself from really trying it by thinking about other things.

Originally, Calon planned to go to the ogre's lair, the bay that was said to be very rich, after breaking through the ogre's encirclement that night. After all, his previous life was a place that was proficient in all conversion tactics.

Moreover, the ones who came to the dragon's nest to encircle the dragon group must be the elites of the ogre tribe, and there must not be too many powerful warriors left behind in the bay. If Calon succeeds, he may achieve significant results.

Unfortunately, Calon was injured and delayed for a few days. Now it would be like throwing himself into the net if he went to the ogre's lair. "I don't know how Dos and the others are doing, but with the dragon's mobility, as long as they can escape to the grassland, all the situations will be seen by the dragon. As long as the young dragons want to escape, it is difficult to catch them."

Many cluttered thoughts turned in Calon's mind. The spirit after the injury was extremely easy to feel tired, so he slowly fell asleep again.