Under the Red Dragon

During this time, the dragons were very busy. The green dragon Antajena needed to oversee the construction of the kobold settlement and separately designate an area for the future smelting workshop. Besides the valuable minerals, practical minerals such as iron, copper, and tin would be transported here for simple processing and storage by the kobolds.

These minerals would later be forged into armor and weapons for the dragon's affiliated forces, but the kobolds were only skilled at mining and polishing various gems into crude jewelry. They lacked the forging technology and could only roughly hammer iron ore into barely usable tools, so this plan had to be temporarily shelved.

The lame blue dragon Akkez was content to stay in the dragon's nest, licking his wounds. However, for his lame leg to regrow, he would probably have to undergo a period of slumber. Fortunately, the young dragons in the family had begun to learn to take on the responsibility of maintaining the dragon's territory. The united dragons were not worried about the safety of their territory.

The valley where the young dragons' nests were located was twice the size of the pre-expansion area, and even adult dragons would not feel cramped. The nominal leader of the dragons, Kalite, seemed to be a reclusive dragon. The young dragons never saw her, even though some changes were happening within the dragon's territory.

Originally, Kalon was quite worried about how to handle his relationship with Kalite. In his mind, even if the blue dragon Kalite was indifferent, she would not easily give up her position as leader and let the dragon whelp who used to hold his tail as a toy climb on her head.

If he offered the blue dragon's share of the treasure, perhaps the greed-dominated blue dragon would demand that the dragons hand over all the treasure. The other dragons would not be happy, and a battle would break out with Kalon's support. Kalon did not want the dragons to waste their strength in pointless infighting. In his eyes, the power of every dragon was useful.

However, if he challenged her head-on according to the dragon rules, even with Kalon's enhanced talent, he was not yet confident in successfully challenging Kalite. The strength of a juvenile dragon was far greater than that of the current red dragon. The current state was exactly what the red dragon wanted. It seemed that as long as he provided food on time every day, Kalite could stay in the cave, perhaps sleeping until adulthood.

Kalon stretched luxuriously. He had to admit that sleeping in a pile of gold was indeed pleasing to a dragon. He even had a sweet dream last night. The newly expanded cave did not feel cramped at all, but it made Kalon feel a little stuffy. He planned to make do for now and build a new nest on the mountaintop when he entered the next age stage of slumber.

Before Kalon could leave the cave, he heard Raven's loud shouts outside. He slowly walked out of the cave and saw Raven riding on the gold-eating beast, giggling like she was riding a big cat.

A long rope was tied around the gold-eating beast's neck, and the other end of the rope was held by a kobold warrior guarding the cave. Seeing the red dragon's figure, the two kobold warriors knelt down and barked in draconic language with their dog heads on the ground: "Great master."

Kalon nodded and looked towards the lively pixie Raven.

The pixie Raven, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, seemed to have grown a little taller. She was wearing a green flower fairy dress, and the acorn cap on her head had been replaced with a wreath woven from tender green leaves. Two flowers were still inserted on the left and right sides of her light green hair.

Kalon then realized that there was also a connection of mental power between the pixie Raven and himself, but the connection between them was too weak and intermittent, which was why Kalon hadn't noticed it before.

Raven also noticed Kalon at this time. She quickly grabbed the big cat she was riding and ran towards him, stopping in front of Kalon, who had a smile in his eyes. The unruly big cat whimpered and lay on the ground to show its obedience. Raven flew up and stopped in front of Kalon's face, raising her delicate face and giggling at Kalon: "Long time no see, Kalon. This time I'm back not only to bring you gifts, but also to bring you good news. The merchants are coming with big ships."

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About two or three hundred miles away from the Dragon Nest Mountains, in the eastern part near the sea, there is a rich bay. This is a lush rainforest with abundant species resources. The rainforest has endless wild animals to hunt, and the sea has endless fish to catch. The casually sown grain can ripen four times a year. The resources are so abundant that they would be tempting to any country.

Moreover, it also has a natural harbor. Although it is far from many civilized lands, there are always passing travelers and specially coming merchants who dock their ships. Adventurers also land here, and there are even many large airships carrying supplies to trade with the orc empire across the sea, which also pass through here on their return voyage.

These travelers and merchants have brought ample food and various living supplies to the ogre tribe that occupies this rich bay. The ogre tribe only needs to give those shiny but useless minerals and glittering garbage to exchange for cheap cloth, crudely made weapons, various leftover inferior spices, and abundant supplies such as expired old grain from the merchants.

This has allowed the ogre tribe occupying this place to rapidly grow stronger, from the original chaotic and disordered tribe of one or two hundred people occupying a small area to survive to the current chieftain tribe with countless powerful ogre warriors.

All of this is because this tribe gave birth to a mysterious ogre titan. This creature, born from the dirty, chaotic, unintelligent, and ugly ogre race in legends, is the most beautiful creature in the world. It not only possesses unparalleled appearance but also unparalleled wisdom and power, destined to rule all ogres.

At this moment, the titan who brought order and wisdom to the ogre tribe was lying lazily on a huge couch in a tall tent in the center of the tribe, her right hand, with slightly bulging tender white skin on the back, propping up her naturally charming face.

The pearly dress completely concealed the undulating peaks and valleys of her body. Two mounds of tender white overflowed from her chest. Her shapely calves and bare feet, exposed outside the dress, exuded a moist luster, as if her jade-like skin was shrouded in a layer of shimmer, making her protruding toes look like round pearls.

This was simply a creation of the gods' most beloved holy spirit, yet it possessed a more fatal charm than a succubus. The titan's huge body, lying horizontally for more than four meters, did not affect her beauty. Even the most fastidious human sculptor could not find a trace of flaw in the titan before him. She was a symbol of charm and perfection.

The ogre chieftain and ogre great shaman standing on either side of the titan formed a stark contrast with the titan. The one-eyed ogre king, Morgo, was born with ancestral blood, awakening the blood of the mountain giant. Morgo's face was ugly, standing upright for more than six meters tall, and one arm was as thick as the round wood supporting the tent. His bare upper body was full of scars, his muscles were knotted, and he exuded an unpleasant smell, representing the most direct violence and filth.

It should be known that ogres and dragons often have the same commonality, that is, the larger the body, the greater the power. However, the dragon's length includes the tail. If calculated in this way, even the juvenile dragon Kalite is far less powerful than this one-eyed ogre king.

Although the ogre great shaman was only three meters tall, the two-headed ogre was a natural powerful caster in the ogre race. They could learn human magic or awaken their own race's witchcraft. The faces with small horns on the two heads of this ogre great shaman already revealed the vicissitudes of life and old age. A long string of heads hanging around his neck indicated his bloodiness and the power of his spells.

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At this time, the ogre warrior in the center of the tent, more than three meters tall and extremely powerful in the eyes of other creatures, was humbly kneeling on the ground, reporting what he had seen and heard to the one who controlled the highest power in the tribe.

"We have used the banshee slaves given to us by Great Shaman Sahei to find out that the two blue dragons who flew to the mountains near the Fairy Wasteland a few years ago have already built their nests there and have cultivated the next generation of dragon whelps. Those dragons have already begun to subdue affiliated creatures·········."