Under the Red Dragon

The figure of the red dragon flying high in the sky seemed to be hidden in the leisurely white clouds. In the eyes of the centaur warriors, the huge red dragon was almost the same size as an eagle.

With vision far sharper than that of an eagle, Kalon easily found the tracks of ogres active in the dense forest. He adjusted his throat, simulating the sharp cry of an eagle bird on the prairie.

Almost all the elite warriors of the centaur tribe were out in force, silently following the centaur leader, Kali, carrying well-maintained longbows and old, blood-stained, rusty hunting guns.

The most powerful warrior of the centaur tribe held a bronze spear, a powerful weapon passed down through generations, capable of easily piercing shields.

Guided by Kalon's eagle cry, the centaur warriors quickly dispersed and sneaked around, surrounding the ignorant ogres not far ahead. Under the centaur warriors' siege, these isolated or grouped ogres had almost no room to resist and were killed.

These centaurs transformed into vengeful spirits in the forest, all-knowing and omnipresent, quickly eliminating the ogre tribe's warriors scattered outside on patrol or hunting.

The poorly organized ogres did not notice any abnormalities in their territory.

They advanced slowly, and by evening, the centaur tribe's team had approached within dozens of miles of the ogre tribe's location.

At Kali's signal, they quietly chewed on dried meat brought from the tribe to replenish their strength, and then began to close their eyes and rest.

Kalon, on the other hand, glided tirelessly in the sky day and night. The darkness could not obscure his vision. He discovered the white dragon Gemott and the blue dragon Ak孜 trapped in the ogre tribe's camp. Kali特's whereabouts were unknown, having been taken somewhere by the ogres.

No trace of humans was found in the ogre camp, but the human's large ship was still docked in the bay's natural harbor.

However, there were only a few crew members on board, and a hint of doubt arose in Kalon's heart.

The good news was that the two-headed ogre wizard and the beautiful giantess who looked like a human were still recuperating from their injuries. Kalon only spotted Morgo, one of the few figures he needed to pay close attention to, rampaging around the camp.

This ogre's stamina was clearly very strong, tormenting several centaur captives for the entire first half of the night. This gave Kalon a little more confidence in his plan for tomorrow.

Meanwhile, Will and his group, who were still lying in wait in Dragon Nest Canyon in the distance, received news from the red dragon through the mage Laxus.

"Are you saying that the red dragon actually intends to attack the ogre camp?" Will Clarence exclaimed with delight.

He had been waiting here to capture the ogres and the special red dragon mentioned by Orsu. He was thinking of taking the initiative to capture the red dragon if it didn't come. Now that he discovered the red dragon had the suspicion of walking right into their trap, how could he not be happy.

"The red dragon's position is hovering back and forth near the ogre camp, and it seems to have the intention of attacking. However, it is not one of those reckless and brainless dragons, and it should have some preparations. Moreover, our ship and supplies are still there."

The mage Laxus did not underestimate his opponent.

With a clear system of human civilization language, the two-headed wizard with sufficient wisdom can easily learn it.

He stepped forward and said to the others, "Don't worry, Morgo can deal with that young dragon. When he catches that cunning red dragon, our transaction will be completed soon."

Will Clarence could see what the ogre meant, and he laughed loudly, "You don't have to worry about the credibility of our Clarence family. Your reward will be given to you as agreed. Let's go, I can't wait to see my spoils of war."

These people ignored the dangers in the forest and stepped into the night with the captured young dragon, because they were more powerful than the dangers hidden in the forest.

Dawn arrived quickly, and the ogre camp was still very quiet. The powerful tribe gave these ogres a great sense of security.

Even the necessary guards were snoring loudly on their posts, making noises that even the dragon found annoying.

The red dragon quietly descended from the sky, tearing apart the sleeping ogre at the camp entrance with its claws, and its strong body smashed the gate made of thick logs. Behind it, Kali and Drogo led a small number of centaur warriors in a swarm.

Sharp hunting guns pierced the ogres who were sleeping soundly on the open ground. The usually powerful ogre warriors were now like fragile pheasants under the hands of halflings, waiting to be slaughtered.

At this moment, the centaur warriors only hated that the hunting guns in their hands were not quick knives. In their opinion, the hunting guns that were thrust in and then pulled out wasted a lot of time and were not painful enough.

Kalon, the dangerous red dragon, rose into the air and spewed out violent dragon fire around the camp, specifically burning the wooden houses used by the ogres for living and storage. Soon, the fire burned fiercely and rose up.

The ogres who were killed in their sleep did not have time to make a sound before they would never open their eyes again, but the ogres who were scorched by the dragon fire woke up one after another, screaming with flames all over their bodies as they ran out of the houses and towards the sea not far away.

The ogre tribe's tyrant, Morgo, was also awakened. An unimaginable rage and killing intent flashed in his single eye. He roared and rushed towards his weapon, wanting to chop the red dragon in front of him and the centaurs who dared to invade into minced meat, and then drink it down little by little.

"Go quickly," the red dragon, who had been paying attention to the ogres for a long time, decisively gave the order. He knew that his dragon fire could not cause much damage to Morgo in a short time. The ogres were not fools who would stand there waiting for him, so they prioritized killing the ogres' strength.

But now, in order to stop Morgo and leave time for the centaurs to retreat, he had to spray a breath of dragon fire at him. The scorching dragon fire burned towards the ogre, but it was easily blocked by the ogre with the giant axe in his hand.

A trace of red light appeared on the ogre's single horn, and the temperature of the dragon fire was also isolated.

But blocking this moment was enough. Kali and Drogo had already gathered the centaurs and retreated into the forest, and Kalon also took off into the air.

He ignored the few centaur warriors who had not followed his orders and retreated in time because they were caught up in the killing, and allowed them to be chopped into pieces by the furious ogre.

Instead, he controlled his speed not far from the ground, and used the ogre language he had just learned to loudly insult Morgo: "You despicable and lowly one-eyed hybrid born from a cross between kobolds and goblins, this is just a small lesson for you. When I come again next time, I will crush you like crushing a bug."

"Then I will stuff that ugly urinal that even jackals would vomit at into your ass, and let you taste the same smell as the one emanating from your body."

This hateful red dragon not only verbally insulted the ogre who was already furious, but also occasionally used clumsy body language to make vulgar and insulting gestures that ogres would use.

The ogre Morgo was so angry that the single eye on his forehead was covered with bloodshot eyes, and terrible veins popped out on his hideous face. He panted heavily and shouted to the ogre warriors who had woken up: "You go and protect the sleeping Fafna, don't let these bugs disturb her."

Then, carrying the giant axe, he strode after the red dragon that was sometimes flying high and sometimes flying low in front of him. He swore to the ogre's ancient bloodline that even if he chased to the end of this forest today, he would kill the foul-mouthed red dragon.

Then he would use his head as his urinal, forever stepping on it under his feet, so that the red dragon would die with his eyes wide open.

Gemott and the blue dragon Ak孜, who were hanging in the distance and were originally surprised that Kalon had not come to rescue them, looked at each other, and a kind of understanding that I had learned again rose in their eyes.