Under the Red Dragon

“So, the newly arrived dragons are already getting restless. Why don't we just kill them all before these little dragons grow up, or capture them and make them our slaves?” The one-eyed ogre king, Molgor, revealed a hideous grin on his face. Muscles on his log-thick arms twitched unconsciously, displaying his powerful physique.

The old face of the two-headed ogre grand shaman, Sahei, turned towards the giant Fafnir, who was half-lidded on the couch. The giant showed no expression, her eyes only revealing a hazy light, like the spirit of a snake winding and moving.

Then he said in a hoarse voice, “Molgor is right. We can easily deal with those young dragons now. If we wait until those dragons grow up and gather more followers, they will actively expand their dragon territories. By then, trying to deal with them will cost the lives of many powerful ogre warriors.”

Although Molgor, the king who manages all the warriors of the ogre tribe, is the true leader of the tribe, the two-headed grand shaman, who represents the ogre's faith and shamanic power, also has a strong voice. However, the one who has the greatest influence on the final decision is often the ogre giant Fafnir, who possesses wisdom and rationality.

This is not the ogres engaging in some so-called separation of powers. In this primitive tribe with the beginnings of civilization, the power they hold also represents their respective strength. Without the support of your own power, even if you are a god descended into the world, you will be trampled underfoot by the ogres, who also revere strength.

“Then let's do it that way. It just so happens that those greedy merchants have arrived. These merchants from the powerful Carthaginian Empire should be happy to accept this batch of high-quality goods, so they don't keep fobbing us off with those inferior fabrics, broken weapons and armor, and grain seeds that can't germinate. They have to give us real good stuff.”

“I heard that there are actually two strong red dragon cubs in that dragon family. Maybe they will be worth using one of my talent slots. I'm really looking forward to it.” The lazy giant Fafnir opened her pink and moist lips, and unexpectedly, the body that was so alluring and enchanting actually emitted the crisp voice of a young girl.

“Grand Shaman Sahei, you will be responsible for negotiating with those greedy and insatiable merchants. After the agreement is made, it will be time for us to deal with that young dragon family.” A slight hint of sleepiness appeared on her delicate face. The giant Fafnir slowly yawned, and her ten green onion-like jade toes curled up. Then she waved her hand, “That's it, I have to get some sleep first.”

With a loud gulp, the one-eyed ogre stared at the incredibly beautiful curves lying on the couch and quietly swallowed a mouthful of saliva. The crotch under the cloth that was wrapped around as a long skirt quietly bulged up a large piece. The giant, who was pretending to be asleep, didn't react, but the four eyes of the grand shaman Sahei all looked over.

Molgor quickly rubbed his head with his giant palm, pretending to smile innocently, and slipped out of the tent.

Outside the tent, there were ogre warriors armed with crude weapons everywhere. The stronger elite warriors would also wear some broken leather armor, and the higher-ranking warriors would have rusty iron armor.

These strong ogre warriors were on average more than three meters tall. They were coming in and out of the tribe's camp. Some were warriors who had hunted from the rainforest, dragging dead wild boars, deer, and powerful ferocious animals.

Some warriors returned from the outside with slaves, such as goblins, centaurs, and lizardmen. Obviously, this tribe has been steadily expanding, not content with the currently occupied bay, which can already be considered rich and vast.

The tall figure of the one-eyed ogre Molgor stood out from the crowd of ogre warriors. He stopped several ogre warriors leading centaur prisoners, and then grabbed a bound centaur warrior.

His thick arms held her firmly, and a smile appeared on his ugly face. He directly lifted the thin cloth around himself, ignoring the helpless and mournful female centaur.

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It seems that the words I said to the green dragon Anta Gina last time worked. The other young dragons were obviously bewitched by the green dragon's exaggerated description of the blueprint. Recently, they have been very diligently active in front of Caron, exploring when the red dragon would take them to expand their territory. It can only be said that dragons are born with an extremely strong desire to conquer, regardless of age.

Moreover, seeing the kobolds regard Caron as a god and would not disobey the red dragon's orders in the slightest, these little dragons, who had not planned to subdue their followers now, were also very envious, hoping to subdue their own followers and enjoy the status of offering and respect.

Caron hadn't said a few words to the long-lost little fairy when the other young dragons pretended to stroll over, kicking and stepping around. One dragon head after another squeezed over, their eyes staring straight at the red dragon, scaring Raven to quickly fly behind the red dragon to hide, only revealing a small head tilted to look at the surrounding young dragons.

Caron had to squat down and call the young dragons to sit down.

During this time, Caron has been busy studying the mysterious runes in his mind. These days, as the kobold tribe has gradually settled down, he has found that the power of thought he has absorbed has obviously been increasing. He speculates that the generation of this power of thought should increase as his influence on others deepens.

If the other party approves of him in some way, he can absorb the power of thought from the other party, and as this degree of approval gradually deepens, the more power of thought he can absorb from the other party.

Perhaps bringing destruction and pain to others can also play a role. The occasionally recurring evil dragon blood also makes Caron often have such thoughts. However, doing so is obviously not cost-effective, and it is better to conquer and rule in this way.

After this period of absorption, the energy accumulated in the vortex in his mind has reached a certain volume. He plans to do an experiment first to see if the mysterious runes can be strengthened by his active influence as he guessed. Although this amount of energy is definitely not enough to make a huge change, if his guess is correct, it is enough to carry out a small strengthening, and also prove that his guessed way of use is correct.

In this way, he will inevitably enter a short period of sleep. Although he originally planned to be steady and steady, the historical lessons of eager expansion are deeply engraved in his mind, and the power of the dragon group is not strong enough. Now that he has found a way for himself to grow steadily, he cannot be too anxious. However, he couldn't dampen the enthusiasm of these young dragons, so he thought of a compromise.

“Well, the kobold followers have stabilized. Next, Camid and Germot will be responsible for selecting the stronger warriors from the kobolds, and then let them take up weapons and train them a little. At least they must know how to obey orders to advance and retreat, and they can't always run around in a chaotic swarm.”

Caron looked at the sitting white dragon brothers and assigned them tasks. Compared to the other young dragons, the honest and executive Camid and the cunning and lazy Germot complemented each other perfectly.

The two white dragons nodded. Although it was different from what they expected, they knew that Caron's arrangement must have his own reasons.

“Anta Gina, you will be responsible for exploring the tribes in the forest within the dragon group's territory that can be subdued. Rosani, you and Anta Gina will work together. You can check the situation up and down the river, and be careful to support each other with Anta Gina.

The green dragon and the black dragon also nodded, their expressions a little excited. It seems that Caron is going to take action.

“Well, Kleinaya, you are more impulsive, so you will follow Dos. You are responsible for the grassland direction. When all the situations are clear, summarize it and let Dos decide whether to lead the dragon group and followers to launch an attack.” Caron made arrangements. This plan is in line with his plans. First, settle these in the original territory and establish a relatively stable rear base.

“Then what about you, Caron.?” Hearing that the decision-making power was handed over to Dos, the surprised Kleinaya and the blue dragon Dos actually asked in unison, and then looked at each other.

“I will enter a period of sleep,” the red dragon explained quietly. For him, exploring the mysterious runes in his mind is currently the top priority.

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“Then I will guard your sleep,” the red dragon Kleinaya obviously didn't want to obey Dos's command, and her face was unwilling.

Caron glared at her sternly, “Akzi and Carit are here, safer than you, and remember, never lose your life for the sake of boring arrogance and dignity. If there is danger, escape back to the dragon's nest as soon as possible.” Caron explained with some worry.

Many young dragons nodded thoughtfully and responded in a low voice.

Kleinaya's tail trembled from Caron's gaze, and she quickly lowered her head and muttered, “Okay then, I hope Dos is smarter.”

Raven, who was hiding behind, saw that Caron had finished speaking, and hurriedly came up to join in the fun, raising her little hand and shouting, “Then what about me, what about me, Caron, I can be very useful too.”

Caron tilted his head and blew the wreath on the noisy little fairy's head in one breath, squinting at Raven, who was in a flurry for a moment, “Raven, do you want to betray your own people? This is the behavior of a traitor.”

“Pixie elves don't care who rules them, as long as they don't disturb them from finding happiness.” The angry Raven put the wreath back on and punched the red dragon's solid scales, and then cried out in pain, “I'm so angry, Caron, your skin is too thick.”

Caron raised his dragon claw and scratched his chin, “Is that so, then Raven, you will be my intelligence officer. Anyway, you are very familiar with the forest, remember to help Dos and the others more.”

Raven, who volunteered to be a worker, got the answer she wanted, and the angry little face suddenly turned from cloudy to sunny. She jumped on the red dragon's back and shouted, “Good!”

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