Under the Red Dragon

Recently, many changes have suddenly occurred around the outpost established by the red dragon's followers. The sparse jungle had become lush overnight, with countless thick vines and ancient trees seeming to grow in place, reaching their prime in a single night.

The entire outpost camp had been surrounded and submerged by the tall jungle.

Many beasts and animals suddenly appearing in the forest were constantly wandering around the outpost camp day and night, even on moonless nights, pairs of eerie green eyes in the forest were watching the movements of these monsters.

They seemed to be observing.

One after another, the kobold scouts sent out from the outpost camp disappeared into the jungle and never returned. Not even a message was sent back.

This caused the entire outpost camp to fall into a tense atmosphere.

Fortunately, these dragon followers were not ordinary human soldiers. They were naturally thick-skinned and never felt fear about things that had not yet happened.

They were just faithfully executing the red dragon's orders, guarding the passage to the world of Aikania, that dimensional teleport beacon.

The young elven druid, Aiya, transformed into a lithe jungle leopard, darting through the forest.

She crossed the giant trees and poisonous vines that the elves had moved over using tree-manipulating spells, and after walking for about a few miles, she saw a tall war ancient tree standing in the forest.

Although this war ancient tree was only at level fifteen according to ordinary strength judgment, and had not yet touched the door to the Holy Rank,

But the war ancient tree's uniquely large body and thick, tough skin allowed it to exert strength in large-scale battles that was no less than that of the Holy Rank.

Beneath the tall war ancient tree stood many elven warriors and elven druids, surrounding the elven elders who held the power of speech in those tribes.

After this period of discussion, the five largest tribes closest to Aiya's tribe had decided to unite and drive the dragon and its followers out of this world.

The elves, who had experienced a long period of freedom, were unwilling to become slaves again, and they were only fighting for their freedom. Even the Tree of Life was supporting these elves with its will, the will of the forest was on the elves' side, and they had enough courage.

Aiya leaped forward and transformed into her elven form, walking towards the many elves.

"Cough, Aiya, what's the situation in that dragon's camp?" the elder of Aiya's tribe asked the young elf.

"Elder, that camp is almost entirely filled with the dragon's followers, and there are two humans, but the dragon's figure has not been seen, and the dragonkin who once appeared has also disappeared. Perhaps they have returned to their own world through the invasion gate."

The elven druid Aiya reported, "Moreover, the dragon's followers have never crossed the range of the camp these days, except for those sentries. Maybe they are not here to enslave and conquer. We can try to communicate with them."

"A dragon is a dragon, they won't give us a chance for equal communication," Reese, a male elf who once stood side by side with the female elf Aiya, stood up and looked at Aiya coldly, refuting her.

Reese was also an elven druid, who had obtained the approval of the Tree of Life's will in his tribe. In the endless forest, he could exert multiple times his strength, and could be called a child of the forest.

These children of the forest all possessed considerable status in their respective tribes. The elven elders council that would govern the tribe in the future would be selected from these children of the forest.

So he was able to interrupt and speak in this gathering, and the elven elders of the surrounding six tribes would not feel offended.

"It's even better if the dragon isn't there. We just need to kill all these dragon followers and destroy their invasion gate."

The male elf Reese, who was obviously a warmonger, stood up, raised his arm, and shouted, "Even a dragon can't have an endless stream of followers,"

"If he doesn't learn his lesson this time, then we'll kill his followers every time he comes. Sooner or later, that dragon will have no more followers to use. Can he challenge our entire world alone?"

The young elven druid's words, coupled with his inspiring momentum, were very infectious.

Aiya opened her mouth to speak, but she ultimately did not refute him. She dared not and could not bear the consequences of making another choice. Not to mention that she was just a child of the forest, even the elders in the tribe needed to listen to everyone's opinions.

Soon, the elven elders of several large tribes made their decision.

"Then kill all these monsters, just like the claws of those Wild Gods in the past. Use the lives of these monsters to warn that dragon that this world belongs to the elves!"

An elven elder spoke.

"Then let's begin, starting today," another tribe's elven elder also agreed.

Crack, crack,

Along with the elven elders' words, the tall ancient trees around suddenly came to life, and faces like human faces appeared on the tree trunks.

Under the elves' tree-driving spells, these ancient trees pulled their huge roots out of the soil, twisting the strands together to form limbs like human legs, and headed towards the dragon's outpost camp.

One by one, elven archers leaped onto the branches of the war ancient trees, like birds perched on the ancient trees.

The elven druids transformed into beast forms: jungle leopards, forest boars, eagles, falcons, all kinds of beasts and animals followed behind the war ancient trees.

More elven warriors flashed in and out of the jungle, rushing towards the outpost camp.

Sharp whistles echoed in the outpost camp, and the sentry kobold warriors discovered the forest's movements. At this moment, it felt as if the entire forest was filled with malice towards them, piercing into their bones.

The gnoll warriors in the camp, under the shouts of the gnoll barbarian captains, hurriedly donned their iron armor and picked up their shields and weapons.

Boom, the next moment, the barrier covering the outpost was broken, like shattered glass, with shattered and scattered energy flying everywhere.

The jungle outside came alive at this moment. A dozen tall war ancient trees pulled out their roots and stepped out of the forest. They waved their thick branches and slammed them down hard on the camp gate.

The gate, made of wooden bars tied together, was instantly smashed to pieces by the branches of the war treants, and the sentry tower next to it was also broken by the other war treants.

Bang,

A war treant stepped into the camp, waving its thick branches and slamming them down on the swarming gnoll warriors.

The gnoll warriors immediately raised their shields to resist, but the war treants' strength and size far exceeded these gnolls, and they were incredibly powerful. The thick branches struck the wooden tower shields, sending the gnolls flying along with their shields.

The tower shields in the hands of the gnolls who were directly hit were snapped in two, and the gnoll warriors behind the tower shields were sent flying with blood spurting from their mouths.

In an instant, the number of casualties among the warriors in the camp reached a dozen.

"Looking for death, you damned pieces of wood," the gnoll captain's blood-red eyes bulged with bloodshot veins. He threw down the tower shield in his hand, his whole body's strength surged, and he darted out quickly. The spear in his hand carried tremendous force and directly nailed the face of this war treant into pieces, deeply piercing into the war treant's body.

Although the war treant's face was their weakness, it was not fatal. The treant's huge body let out a painful roar, and then the branches on its body twisted, sending the gnoll captain flying out.

Fortunately, the iron armor on the gnoll's body provided some protection, and the gnoll captain was not sent flying with broken bones and tendons.

The remaining gnolls swarmed up, chopping off the branches of this war treant, and spears were deeply nailed into the treant's heart. Before long, this treant fell down with a roar, its heavy body crashing heavily on the ground.

But more treants were advancing into the camp, and the gnoll warriors also began to surge with the magical aura of spellcasters. They pounced on each other, and blood and tree sap splashed instantly.

Several huge war treants worked together to push the entire camp's wall to the point of swaying, and the entire camp's wall made a grinding sound that made one's teeth ache.

Boom, finally, the entire outpost camp's wall could not bear the weight and was pushed down by several tall war treants, and more war treants stepped into the camp.

At this time, the elven archers were also shooting their deadly arrows from the war ancient trees. The arrows, covered in poison, could bring down even a giant elephant.

However, the full-body iron armor and face armor covering the gnoll warriors made it impossible for them to aim, and they could only shoot their sharp arrows at the kobold soldiers who were barking and pouncing up.

Swish, swish, swish, arrows fell like rain, but they suddenly split open on the kobold soldiers' bodies, as if encountering some mysterious force field that could deflect the direction of the arrows.

At this time, the mage who stayed behind in the camp finally took action, adding arrow protection spells to these soldiers.

These short kobold soldiers were like ants in front of the tall war treants. One by one, the kobolds were sent flying several meters away by the sweeping branches, their thin bodies falling to the ground like broken sacks, never to move again.

But more kobold soldiers barked loudly and pounced on the war treants, using short knives and spears to cut open the treants' tough skin, and then bit into the treants' bodies.

These weak kobold soldiers were like ants, crawling all over the treants' bodies.

There were also some kobold throwers hiding in the corners and rooftops of the camp barracks, throwing their short spears at the elven archers standing on the war treants.

Swish, swish, swish,

The dense short spears hit the elven archers who did not have time to defend themselves, and one by one they fell down, surrounded by the kobold soldiers at the bottom of the tree, and instantly torn into several pieces.

But the elven warriors, who were several times more numerous than the kobolds, also stepped onto the battlefield at this time. Although these elven warriors were only wearing leather armor, each of them was several times stronger than the kobold soldiers.

They easily killed the pouncing kobolds, and the weapons in their hands were stained with the kobolds' blood.

Huff, a team of gnoll warriors dodged the war treants' attacks and rushed into the elven warrior crowd. They believed that these elves were the masterminds behind manipulating the treants, and as long as they killed these elves, the treants would naturally retreat.

Clang, clang, clang,

The gnolls in iron armor seemed a bit inadequate when facing the war treants, but that was because the treants were powerful enough and their weaknesses were not obvious.

But when facing these elven warriors, the gnoll warriors were war machines without weaknesses. Their iron armor allowed the gnolls to recklessly charge into the elven warriors' ranks, and the elven warriors' weapons could only weakly chop at the iron armor, completely unable to break through the iron armor's defenses.

The spears in the gnolls' hands easily pierced through the leather armor on these elven warriors, and their claws could also cut open the elves' bodies, dyeing the dark iron armor into blood-colored armor.

The war treants were slaughtering the kobolds, while the gnoll warriors were slaughtering these ordinary elven warriors.

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"Die, you cowardly insects," a gnoll captain roared, the spear in his hand was soaked with blood, and he could barely hold it. He gasped for breath and kicked the corpse on the spear away, pulled out his spear, and was about to continue forward.

Suddenly, seeds shot out from behind the elven warriors and landed on his body.

Then countless vines began to grow wildly, and the blood on the gnoll captain's iron armor also became the nourishment for these vines, instantly sucked clean by the vines.

In a few seconds, it spread all over his body, entangling the gnoll tightly.

These vines were tougher than the toughest tendons on those ferocious beasts, and the gnoll could not break free from the restraints of these vines, and could only allow these vines to stretch out tentacles with barbs and drill into his body.

Before long, the strength of his whole body was lost like flowing water, and the strong gnoll captain had become an empty shell. Blood-red flowers sprouted from the gaps in the iron armor, blood-red and bright.

The battlefield became more and more chaotic, and as more and more elven warriors and elven druids appeared, the entire outpost camp was gradually being compressed.

Even the gnoll soldiers in iron armor could not face the elven druids' magical harassment and the siege of countless elven warriors while fighting the war treants.

The two mages responsible for staying behind in the camp had also taken action long ago. Exploding fire rings and a series of fireballs killed several war treants and hundreds of elven warriors, but their magic power was also rapidly consumed in the surrounding crowd, entering some kind of dangerous edge.

"Let's retreat first," the two mages shouted loudly to the gnoll overseer who was resisting at the forefront, "We should temporarily abandon this dimensional teleport beacon and join the teams of other mages. Anyway, these beacons can be rebuilt, it's just a little more effort."

High-level mage Luman was one of the mages staying behind in the camp. He shouted urgently, "They are too far away from us, it will take time for the summoning spells to arrive, we should evacuate, gnoll."

"The dragon once said, let us guard this gate," the gnoll overseer roared, the broken spear in his hand pierced into the body of an elven warrior, he retreated slightly and picked up the weapon on the ground.

"The dragon's warriors will not retreat, his will is watching the gnolls, you go, mage, tell our lord, the gnolls have not betrayed their original oath, the gnolls' souls are forever loyal!"

The gnoll overseer's tattered and dented iron armor was already soaked with the blood of the enemy and his own, just like the weapon in his hand, but he still rushed up again without hesitation.

Ahead were the snarling, flailing figures of the remaining gnolls. At that moment, the gnoll overseer's mind flashed back to the dragon songs that always echoed from the mountains in the Dragon Lord's territory at sunrise.

The gnoll overseer roared and shouted, and the dragon song burst from his mouth, plunging into the heavily besieged enemies.

Blood splattered, and the song roared.

But wars have their endings, and songs have their finales.

In the end, this warrior, second only to the gnoll leader Yugu in the gnoll tribe, also fell. The iron armor on his body had long been embedded deep into his strong frame, and the blood in his body had long since dried up and stopped flowing.

Thump, the gnoll overseer's body fell heavily, the dim, blood-colored eyes losing their vitality, and a faint voice faded in his throat.

"You shall inherit the great cause of the Dragon God, even though it is a shattered past!"

......

The massive red dragon and the mage stood in front of the camp, the gnoll soldiers and kobold soldiers behind them silent.

The broken camp had long since dried the bloodstains, but traces of the great battle still remained.

But the corpses of the dragon's kin were not in the camp, but in the forest, on the tree trunks.

On those trees, each trunk was hung with the tattered bodies of kobold soldiers, their bodies almost completely fused with the tree trunks, as if these trees had grown from the bodies of these soldiers.

There were also gnoll soldiers wearing iron armor, their armor and bodies pierced by countless vines, with many blood-colored flowers growing from their mouths and noses.

These dragon's kin had long since died, even their blood and flesh were emptied, and their bodies were completely twisted and deformed. The plants filled the bodies of these warriors, as if these plants had devoured all the kin alive.

Karon was silent for a long time before finally speaking, "Natis, I cannot fulfill your promise. These elves, I cannot live in peace with them!"

"Alas," a sigh came from within Karon's scales, it was a wisp of the adamantite Natis's soul sighing. He materialized from the air, and then with a wave of his hand, scenes appeared before Karon's eyes.

The last scene froze in Karon's pupils, it was the gnoll overseer's roar as he fell.

"Karon, do what you must do. Although these elves are loved by me, I will not favor them," Natis's soul sighed, and re-entered Karon's scales.

Karon's crimson pupils swept across the area, he could clearly see that there were still many souls left on the battlefield, they were the souls of the dragon's kin, unwilling to sleep in this world, and unwilling to leave, but wandering on the battlefield, confused.

"Roar," an unspeakable emotion and feeling suddenly surged into Karon's heart. Karon suddenly roared and rose into the air, endless magic and psionic energy spreading from his body, and a draconic magic bloomed from his throat.

The world's magic was boiling, carrying the red dragon's roar far away, turning it into layers upon layers of overlapping, surging shouts and calls, "The heroic spirits return, the heroic spirits return!"

A thick, golden divine spear, radiating countless life energies, leaped out of the void, blooming with immeasurable light, like a pillar supporting the heavens.

A magical bag exuding powerful magical energy disintegrated in the air, stretching out, and transformed into the ground beneath the giant pillar formed by the golden divine spear.

The corpses on the trees trembled, breaking free from the shackles of the trees and vines, and unraveling their forms in the air.

Their flesh and skin covered the heaven-supporting pillar formed by the golden divine spear, transforming into a dome.

Their bones connected joint by joint, transforming into white pillars supporting the dome and the ground, just like the golden divine spear.

Crystals of souls burst in the air, merging into it, stabilizing the dome and the pillars. Pure soul power generated patterns on the dome and pillars, forming murals.

Endless magic and psionic energy roared and surged from the red dragon's body, pouring into this hall that was gradually forming behind the dragon.

Endless life energy and light flowed from the golden divine spear, mending and patching this flesh and blood sanctuary.

This most sacred of halls, forged from the most defiled bones.

The red dragon's summoning allowed those confused, wandering souls to find direction. Layers of illusory steps, radiating light like psionic energy, appeared in the void, connecting this gradually forming hall with those souls.

"Heroic souls return! Heroic souls return! Souls unwilling to perish, then return to the sanctuary of heroic spirits, you shall step into this sanctuary with the most loyal souls, and enjoy eternal peace!"

One by one, the confused souls looked up, it was a sanctuary exuding immeasurable warm light, as if the dragon's voice echoed within, summoning them.

They did not hesitate, singing the dragon song, and stepped into the dragon's sanctuary!