Under the Red Dragon

The centaur Chiron stood on the hill, gazing towards the mountains. On the dim horizon, the massive sun cast its final glow, sinking below the peaks.

Lady Selene's moonstone was rising in the opposite sky, the moon maiden's mystical veil gradually enveloping the entire heavens, cool, hazy, serene, and elegant.

Legend says that under the prayers of devout believers, followers of the moon maiden would see the sacred and mysterious Moon Gate at the moment of their death.

The purest souls could pass through this Moon Gate, arriving in the Elysian Fields where the moon maiden resided, to enjoy the repose and tranquility of the soul.

The centaur clan once had many warriors who believed in the moon goddess, but now their object of faith had become the red monarch who ruled over the wasteland and forest, the earth and sky.

Therefore, those loyal centaur warriors, the heroic souls who died in battle, should serve at the side of the red dragon's throne, belonging to the dragon's sanctuary.

The wind from the grassland carried the evening mist, sending the songs of lament for the living into the distance, guiding the devout souls of the dead to their repose.

"Pass through the boundless forest, step across the endless river, pass through the cemetery burying countless warriors, ascend that sacred mountain peak,"

"The dragon's sanctuary is located on the mountain peak, it is the place where loyal and brave souls find their repose,"

"Souls unwilling to fade away, then return to the sanctuary of heroes, you shall tread upon this sanctuary with the most loyal souls, forever enjoying peace, forever accompanying the throne!"

This strong dragonkin monster's armor was already collapsed, the inner armor pierced, and the blood scales exposed outside the armor were also broken. Fresh blood dyed the dark armor dark red, like a thick layer of rust.

But Chiron's body still stood straight. The orc coalition's royal flag was used as a crutch, supporting his heavy body from behind.

The head of the powerful orc chieftain, Detan, still had eyes wide with anger, the dense blood streaks in the orc chieftain's eyes already dimmed.

Because his head was chopped off by the centaur, held in his hand, gazing at the entire battlefield together with the centaur.

Chiron looked at the countless corpses on the already silent battlefield, the bodies of the steel knights who had long since died still standing tall.

The spears and swords piercing through these warriors' bodies supported their figures.

The steel knights' spirit of not yielding to death supported their spines.

Loyalty to and faith in the dragon supported their high heads.

In front of each steel knight, several times their number of enemies had fallen. These enemies' bodies were shattered by the steel knights, and the steel knights' broken blades were still embedded in these enemies' bones.

All the orc cavalrymen's corpses were lying here, none had escaped, and none had survived.

The living steel knights stood beside the dead, singing songs of lament.

The centaur Chiron was also infected by this tragic and desolate atmosphere, stirred by the songs of lament, and hummed hoarsely.

Two dragons were lying prone in the center of the battlefield, their iron scales broken, dragonhide soaked with blood, wing membranes torn, and long tails bent.

But these two female dragons still raised their long necks, held their dragon heads high, and sang loudly. The heavily undulating dragon language echoed the song of the living, blowing far away in the evening wind, crossing space and time, arriving at the summit of the mountains.

Those gray wolf knights drove the fleeing orcs together, like masters herding cattle and sheep. Even though their arrows were exhausted and their ammunition was empty, no orc dared to resist these weak kobolds and green-skinned goblins.

These kobolds and green-skinned goblins drove the wild wolves, herding the orcs, while chanting along with the songs in the evening wind.

The thousands of logistics corps and support infantry legions were composed of those warriors who volunteered to be conscripted.

Although they had not yet undergone long-term training to form effective combat power, they still rode the warhorses of the beast garden, waving long whips in their left hands, like driving chickens and ducks who did not want to return home, intercepting those timid orcs on the grassland.

Each human soldier could stop one or two orcs. Some bold warriors actually drove more than a dozen orcs forward at the same time. As long as an orc's pace was slightly slower, these warriors' whips would fall on the orcs' bodies.

Thousands of soldiers faced the last rays of the setting sun, driving more than 20,000 fleeing orcs back to the battlefield. The increasingly loud songs in the evening wind also contained their voices.

The songs were loud, but the life of the former centaur tribe leader, the powerful centaur female warrior Kali, was about to come to an end.

The spear made from the spine of a Shadow Dragon, the weapon of the powerful orc chieftain Detan, pierced through the centaur warrior's body, pinning the centaur to the battlefield.

But when this powerful weapon penetrated Kali's body, the brave and capable female warrior also firmly grasped the spear, causing the orc chieftain Detan to lose his most powerful weapon, ushering in his destined moment of ending.

But even the centaur, with their tenacious vitality, and the powerful warrior who had stepped into the extraordinary realm, was about to usher in the demise of his life under this blow.

The head of the centaur Kali was gently lifted up by her partner, the equally powerful centaur warrior Drogo.

The male centaur's gauntlet had been removed, and his broad palm was placed under his partner's head, lest the evening dampness and dew chill his lover.

Although centaurs indulged in pleasure and joy, they were loyal to their partners. Each centaur would accompany their partner until death.

"Drogo, my love, even such a strong warrior as you will shed tears? Don't let your tears wet my heart,"

Kali's beautiful face had lost its color, the flower of life was withering, but she still raised her hand and stroked Drogo's resolute face.

Drogo was silent, but tears welled up in his eyes, feeling the temperature of his partner's palm was close to freezing, making his heart cold as well.

"Don't be sad, Drogo. Although my lord's body is resting, his will accompanies us. I have already seen the light of the sanctuary. It is my lord's guidance. He will give me eternal repose,"

Kali's voice was particularly gentle at this time, without the majesty and sternness of being a leader.

"I will wait for you in the sanctuary, Drogo, my love, my partner. Come, don't let me suffer more pain!"

The centaur Drogo nodded, his trembling hands becoming particularly steady at this moment. He gently grasped the spear that pierced through his lover.

He said in a low voice: "Go, fly to the dragon's palace, my love. I will use this spear to stain the enemy's blood. We will surely drive the enemy out of my lord's kingdom, and then meet you in the sanctuary with supreme glory."

Clang!

Drogo clenched the spear and rose from the ground, the flower of life withered, and the will of flesh and blood died.

But in the loud songs in the evening wind, Drogo suddenly raised his head, and the centaur Chiron also raised his head, as did countless soldiers and dragons.

The words of the dead are not heard by the living, and the spirits of the dead are not seen by the living. But at this moment, everyone vaguely saw, on the distant and impossible-to-see mountain peaks, the tall sacred palace opened its doors at this moment.

The light that was not seen by the living shone within, guiding the souls wandering and confused on the battlefield. Layers of illusory steps descended in the void, connecting the sacred palace with the souls.

These fallen souls looked up, and in that sacred palace, countless heroic warrior spirits were waiting, they were lined up on both sides of the palace gate, welcoming the loyal and brave souls with the most respectful etiquette.

These souls did not hesitate, they sang the dragon's song loudly, and stepped into the dragon's sanctuary. Drogo saw that Kali's soul was among them.

The most intense brilliance will always dissipate, and songs also have an end.

When the songs of the entire battlefield stopped, the commander of the reserve corps and the leader of the beast knight regiment came to the centaur warrior Chiron.

In Chiron's hand, the head of the chieftain Detan was particularly terrifying. This dead orc also enjoyed a reputation in the tribes on the grassland, and was one of the most powerful warriors, but now he died at the hands of this centaur.

This made the already highly respected dragonkin monster even more powerful, and received the special respect of others.

"Lord Chiron, most of the fleeing orcs have been driven together, and there are still nearly 20,000 orcs. What should we do next?"

Now that almost all adult combat-oriented dependents of the dragon clan have been incorporated into the army and various reserve legions, the leader of the beast knight regiment is a strong kobold. The new generation of kobolds have surpassed the strongest human teenagers.

"Let those orcs identify the leaders and orcs who hold power, and then behead these people on the spot. Cut off all the enemies' heads, they will serve as a sacrifice to the heroic spirits and a warning to the dragons,"

The centaur Chiron quietly moved his body away from the battle flag behind him, and said in a cold voice: "Let those orc prisoners carry our fallen warriors back. Anyone who dares to escape or cause trouble will be executed!"

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Night enveloped the golden land, and the bright moon hung high, but even the moon lady's bright moon, its brilliance could not cover the high mountain that was always spewing out endless flames and magma.

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During the time that Kalon was sleeping, this mountain was growing almost at a visible rate every day.

At this time, in the red dragon's lair, the boiling lava lake no longer had the red dragon's figure. The scorched stone island in the center of the original lava lake had long been submerged by the rising magma, and the red dragon sleeping on it was naturally also submerged in the scorching magma.

Now in the red dragon's lair, there are cracks in the sub-planes everywhere. These cracks have widened to the point where an adult human can easily pass through them.

But those low-level sub-plane elemental spirits and essences stayed away from these terrible cracks. These cracks were hell and abyss that could devour their lives for the elemental spirits.

Countless condensed elemental magic powers turned into various mineral essences, floating in the lava lake. After a large amount of magic power and energy were replenished and catalyzed, this red dragon finally arrived at the critical node of transformation.

The sleeping will of this red dragon still habitually suppressed the evil dragon blood on his body, so easily and simply.

In the material world of the main plane, the previous generation bloodline at the top became so mediocre in front of this red dragon, and had become a shackle for this red dragon to move forward.

In the dragon's inheritance, all true dragons can understand that the dragon race belonged to the creatures in the astral world at the beginning of the world.

Those dragons in the astral world had pure bloodlines and were incomparably powerful, far more powerful than the dragons in any material plane now.

The dragons later scattered from the astral world into endless material planes. Although those material planes also had endless vast areas, they still could not support the ancestral dragons' overly powerful bloodlines and huge bodies.

So, in the inheritance and reproduction of generations, in order to adapt to the environment of the material plane and make it easier for dragons to survive, the blood of the dragon's descendants gradually evolved and became weaker.

So now, the previous generation bloodline closest to the ancestral dragons, that is, the most powerful offspring bloodline among the descendants of the ancestral dragons, has become the top bloodline in various worlds.

In the current world, there are almost no ancestral dragon bloodlines. Even if they exist, they belong to the divine dependents of the two more active dragon gods. No dragon can rely on itself to compare with those powerful ancestral dragons who can almost shake the gods after growing up.

But Kalon can do it. The powerful previous generation bloodline became so ordinary under the absolute strong will of this red dragon. The desires and sins of the previous generation bloodline were so weak.

So, in the growth of the bloodline, a more powerful bloodline began to boil, turning into flowing flames and burning, igniting all the sins, desires, and previous generation dragon blood, just to revive the strongest ancestral dragon blood.

In the red dragon's spiritual sea, the earth collapsed, volcanoes erupted, and the will roar in the bloodline resounded and echoed. A deeper source of desire was also born and revived.

With the birth of the ancestral dragon blood, the red dragon's body was quietly changing, and the fire prison outside his body also became boiling. The field that absorbed endless fire power also changed at this moment.

The flames burning fiercely in the field, wanting to turn everything into ashes, twisted and changed. These flames evolved and transformed from simple forms to complex living forms.

Streams of leaping flames turned into elemental spirits, firebirds, fire crows, fire bulls, fire horses, fire giants. These spirits born in the flames began to run and jump like real living beings in the next moment.

The activity range of these flame spirits can only be in the red dragon's field. Once they step out of the field, they will die, and then be reborn in the red dragon's field. Obviously, they cannot become real life yet.

But even so, these spirits began to pray and praise to their creator, the ignorant red dragon.

But their creator had already entered a deep rest, and the red dragon's consciousness fell into the deepest illusion.

At the moment when the ancestral blood was born in the red dragon's body, Kalon's consciousness seemed to flow into this illusion.

That was an infinitely distant place, the battlefield where gods and gods fought, the area where saints and saints fought. Countless warriors and endless races were fighting in the sky, on the earth, in the sea, and in the divine kingdoms.

Rows of majestic dragons clustered around a great dragon god. These dragons had five different scales, red, blue, green, black, and white. Each dragon's size was at least tens of meters.

The aura of these dragons was as majestic as ancient sacred mountains and as deep as endless abysses. Each one demonstrated unmatched power.

Among them, a red dragon over a hundred meters long, majestic and ferocious, was pouncing and attacking in the sky. Countless enemies wailed and fell into the abyss of death under the claws and flames of this red dragon.

Karon could feel that the source of his bloodline came from this red dragon. It seemed that the ancestral generation that passed down Karon's bloodline had not died, which was quite rare for the red dragon race.

Karon turned his gaze to the Dragon God surrounded by countless dragons, the Dark Lady, the Immortal Dragon Queen, the Enemy of the Gods, Tiamat, the Five-Colored Dragon God.

This dragon god, formed by the convergence and fusion of various colors, like a giant colored dragon, supported her body, which was indescribably huge, with limbs and claws as large as divine mountains. Five necks of different colors supported the ferocious heads representing the five-colored dragons.

Red dragon, blue dragon, green dragon, black dragon, white dragon, each head possessed the most distinct characteristics of each color of dragon, and each head was more powerful and cunning than an ancient dragon.

As if sensing Karon's gaze, this magnificent dragon, beyond description, suddenly turned its head. The strongest and most violent red dragon head actually stared at Karon at this moment.

Crack.

The next second, the entire deep illusion shattered like broken glass, as if shattered by some mysterious and powerful force, scattered in Karon's sea of ​​spirit.

An invisible aura descended at this moment. Although Karon's senses did not see anything, his intuition told him that in this silence, a powerful existence had descended.

"Tiamat," the sleeping red dragon opened his mouth and called out the name.