Under the Red Dragon

As night fell, the centaur tribe's camp became lively.

The roaring bonfire in the center of the camp ignited the passion of these centaurs, who were constantly in a state of battle.

Many female centaurs danced around the bonfire like mountain deer, their lithe figures exuding a wild dance unlike anything woven by humans, their rounded and full bodies attracting the male centaurs.

The male centaurs brazenly displayed their strong bodies, some slapping their robust pectoral muscles as they danced with the female centaurs they fancied, others picking up their spears and beating on their sturdy shields, dancing a war dance around the female centaurs.

Still others, vying for the favor of the female centaurs, began to stage all-out brawls, stripping to the waist and revealing sculpted muscles as they wrestled together, oblivious to the gazes of others.

Many centaurs who couldn't squeeze in sat around the outer perimeter at long, low tables, eating heartily and howling songs of unclear meaning, the atmosphere growing increasingly heated.

Karon squatted among the outer centaur crowd, but unlike the other centaurs, he had a table to himself.

This wasn't because the centaurs were deliberately giving him special treatment, but simply because this guy's size wasn't small anymore.

To Karon's surprise, the food made by the centaur tribe was quite good.

A not-so-sumptuous but sufficient dinner was placed before him: forest spices simply and evenly sprinkled on large chunks of roasted, fragrant food, a bowl of thick, white mushroom soup mixed with thinly sliced meat, and a large barrel of honey-tapioca sweet wine.

Glug, glug.

With a hearty appetite, Karon swallowed a large piece of meat, then picked up the large bowl and drank the entire bowl of mushroom and meat soup as if drinking water.

A cry of satisfaction rose from Karon's stomach and escaped his throat.

It had been a long time since he had eaten food that suited his taste so well.

He ate raw prey or his own roasted food every day, at most luxuriously smearing on a layer of honey.

Even a dragon with a stomach that could adapt to most foods in the world would get tired of that.

Karon put down the wooden bowl and was about to wipe his shiny mouth with his claws when Suniya, the centaur girl sitting close to Karon, quickly put down her food and took a clean animal skin from the table to wipe the dragon's mouth.

Her full breasts, restrained by cloth strips, rested against Karon's side, inadvertently rubbing against him as she moved.

The centaur leader, Kali, smiled at this display of the child's thoughtfulness, glancing sideways at her partner, Zhuoge, who was buried in his food, and then shook her head.

"Ahem," Karon, enjoying the treatment of a young master for the first time, grasped the cup of honey-tapioca wine, which to humans would be called a barrel, and took two sips to moisten his somewhat dry throat.

"Suniya, does your centaur tribe have a dedicated chef? Their cooking skills might even be able to open a tavern in the human empire."

Suniya, who had finished wiping the dragon's mouth, returned to the table and was diligently gnawing on a deer leg.

The centaur girl didn't have the table manners or reserve of a human girl.

She raised her head, her mouth full of food, and made a mumbling sound.

"Our centaurs only know how to hunt and fight, how would they know how to cook?

This was made by a halfling prisoner my mother captured before.

These halflings have very skillful hands and can make many delicious foods."

"Halfling," Karon's eyes lit up.

Halflings were a small, intelligent humanoid race, usually about half the height of ordinary humans, hence the name halfling.

The halfling race was mostly simple-minded, extremely fond of and enjoyed food, so they were also fond of making food and had superb cooking skills.

Just this halfling alone makes this trip worthwhile.

Karon's appetite for delicious food was already suggesting to him to find a way to get this halfling chef to be his personal chef.

In the future, he could tell the halflings what he wanted to eat and let them research and make it, such as various stir-fries and hot pots, such as various desserts and cakes.

Thinking this way, Karon's eyes scanned the camp furtively.

What attracted his attention was not the centaurs dancing enthusiastically around the bonfire, but those who were enthusiastically making love in the darkness.

Like humans, centaurs who enjoyed lust were also a species that could go into heat all day long.

Unlike humans, humans had morals, ethics, and relative order, but centaurs in heat didn't care about these things.

The biggest concession they could make was not to copulate in the light in front of the bonfire, but of course, there were also those who came to the mood and wanted to get on the horse directly, but were kicked out by other centaurs who disliked them for blocking the way.

Thanks to the dragon's powerful eyesight, Karon could clearly see every movement of those enthusiastic centaurs, and the wild and unrestrained posture made Karon's vertical pupils quietly adjust to round pupils.

Don't worry, the dragon, this magical creature, can freely adjust its pupils, which will give him a more comprehensive view.

Karon wasn't being lewd or anything, he just kept in mind what some celebrity said, maybe it was that celebrity whose surname was Zhou and name was Shuren, "Always have the heart of an apprentice."

He was now holding a burning apprentice's heart, very hard at learning those postures, oh, knowledge, that he had never seen or heard of.

Why didn't I see this knowledge in the dragon clan's inheritance?

Maybe I'm not old enough and the corresponding knowledge isn't open to me?

Karon rubbed his chin with his dragon claws, he was thinking about whether to put this knowledge into the inheritance in the future, that should be quite interesting.

Of course, he didn't forget to cover it up, his occasional glances were like he was surveying the whole scene, only when he picked up the wine glass would his eyes keep staring, although such cover-up couldn't hide it from anyone.

In this way, a glass of wine was drunk by Karon for a whole night, this honey-tapioca sweet wine was really a bit strong.

Due to Karon's size, the centaur tribe didn't have a wooden house suitable for him to live in.

The largest house was the place where the centaur tribe worshiped their ancestors and deceased heroes.

He couldn't very well occupy the resting place of other people's ancestors as soon as he arrived, so the centaur tribe had to temporarily set up a tent in the camp made of various animal skins connected together as a tarpaulin for the red dragon to rest.

The tent was also covered with various soft animal skins all over the ground, some of which were made of the gorgeous furs of powerful monsters that had been hunted in the centaur tribe in the past, forming a warm bed.

Karon smelled a lot of the aura of ferocious monsters in it.

Karon was very satisfied with this bed, the soft touch was another kind of pleasant feeling compared to sleeping on gold coins, and the dragon's good control over his body would not worry that living in it for a long time would ignite these precious furs.

However, he still had some regrets, his transformation technique had not yet been learned, which made his idea of ​​rolling on the ground and burying his whole body in the quilt fall through.

But Karon still lay on his bed with satisfaction, this warm bed was much more comfortable than his dragon's nest, dragons like the feeling of warmth and heat.

He opened his mouth and yawned, ready to go to rest, but his open mouth couldn't close, but asked in surprise: "Suniya, why are you here instead of going to rest?"

The centaur girl had a look of determination on her face, her body knelt down and said: "The centaur tribe is now the vassal of Lord Karon, I was chosen to serve Lord Karon."

Damn it, Karon looked at the centaur with a determined face as if making some kind of sacrifice, and several black lines seemed to appear on his head.

For God's sake, he looked at those centaurs only out of curiosity and a heart to learn knowledge, he was not interested in centaurs.

But he also understood that this was the centaur tribe's way of pleasing him and stabilizing his heart, the centaur girl existed as a hostage in a sense, and he couldn't refuse directly.

So he raised his chin and nodded, signaling that the centaur could stay in other places in the tent.

But the centaur seemed to have misunderstood, and stretched out her hands with a determined look.

"What do you want to do, I'm just a young dragon, your behavior is like an old horse eating young grass."

The scales on the red dragon's body were almost frightened to stand up, and he quickly stopped Suniya from approaching.

"Ah," the centaur girl, as a powerful warrior, actually blushed when she heard this, and explained blankly: "I'm just about to come of age, I'm only in my twenties."

"That's even more impossible," Karon shouted, and quickly甩动 his tail to push Suniya to the corner of the tent, "You just stay there!"