Under the Red Dragon

The young dragons warily rose and gathered around, while the dragonkin monsters also glared at the coppery dragon in the sky.

Before the dragon who created them, these dragonkin's courage always multiplied.

The female red dragon, Kleinaiya, even struck an offensive pose, because coppery dragons often favored nesting locations similar to those of red dragons, leading to frequent conflicts between the two.

Red dragons and coppery dragons rarely had pleasant encounters; this prejudice was ingrained in their heritage.

Fortunately, these young dragons were more influenced by Kalon, possessing a 'heritage is heritage, what's it to me' attitude, which prevented them from fighting upon first sight.

Kalon didn't want to cause trouble right now; returning to their own territory was the most important thing for them.

So, he stopped the dragon group's movements and told Kleinaiya to relax.

The red dragon stood up, adopting an approachable demeanor.

"You don't need to be hostile towards us, my powerful and graceful dragon kin. We are merely passing through your territory for a temporary rest and have no designs on your land."

The coppery dragon, Alfred, looked at the dragon before him, who was so different from other red dragons. He approached to observe closely and realized that this red dragon's eyes were completely free from the chaotic influence of the evil dragon's blood, instead filled with reason and the inherent pride of dragons.

Moreover, if not for the pure, sulfurous red dragon aura, he might have even thought the red dragon before him was a beautiful and majestic gold dragon-red dragon hybrid.

No, the red dragon before him was more in line with the aesthetic preferences of these dragons than those gold dragons.

The simple, powerful body lines, coupled with the red dragon's innate strength, even made Alfred think that if he were a female dragon, he would definitely fall for this red dragon.

He even felt an emotion called jealousy. "Damn it, why is this red dragon so magnificent and beautiful!"

If Kalon abandoned his red dragon identity at this moment, he would simply be an incubus among dragons, and his charm stat would far exceed those of the gold dragons.

The reason those gold dragons had such extensive dragon veins was certainly due to their friendliness and power, but their unparalleled appearance among all dragons was also a reason why they easily gained the trust of others.

But to be praised as powerful by the always arrogant red dragon, honestly, the coppery dragon Alfred was a little flattered by the red dragon's compliment.

So, his anger subsided, and his long white fangs unconsciously showed in a smile, his voice also becoming gentler.

"You seem different from your kin, so I believe what you say, strong red dragon,"

The coppery dragon, realizing he almost misspoke, quickly corrected himself, looking enviously at the red dragon's unique appearance.

"But you can't abduct the humans living in my territory; they still need to entertain me. Without them, I can't hear those interesting stories and jokes."

Kalon nodded, promising the coppery dragon, "I have no interest in those humans, it's not like they are kingdom princesses or anything."

"Heh, you're interesting," Alfred clearly understood the red dragon's self-deprecating joke, and his curiosity about the red dragon instantly rose.

He asked, "What's your name, red dragon? I think maybe having a not-so-evil friend isn't a bad thing."

"I'm Kalon, Kalon Gogelmora," Kalon showed his white fangs in a smile, greeting the dragon before him. In his opinion, making friends with the dragon before him would also be a good choice.

"Alfred, fly north from here until you see dragons dancing in the sky; that's my territory. If you ever come to my territory, I will definitely give you a warm welcome. I look forward to that day."

Evidently, the red dragon's bad reputation had not yet spread here. The young dragon Alfred happily agreed, "There will be such a day, if I get too bored here."

The young coppery dragon had not yet realized what kind of infamous reputation his friend had in the outside world. When that information reached him, it was unknown whether this young dragon would regret making this friend.

But now, the young coppery dragon confidently turned and flew towards his dragon's nest. Interactions between dragons were actually so simple. Of course, there was something even simpler: gold coins could buy the friendship of most dragons.

The young dragon flying in the sky planned to tell his metal dragon friends about this. His desire to show off was already impatient. He intended to talk about the red dragon praising him as elegant and powerful for three days and three nights.

It could only be said that strange guys always easily encounter strange guys. Having gained the approval of the local lord dragon, the dragon group rested securely in this place for the entire night, and at dawn, they embarked on their journey home.

In the original ogre camp, now the adventurer's development camp, Ross and Hull were carrying small wooden benches and sitting at the door of their shop to rest.

Now Ross was a very busy man, and the small shop he opened with his friend Hull had become the most popular small restaurant in this development camp.

Excellent cooking skills and low prices made Ross's small shop almost always busy every day.

Only for a period of time after noon did they have leisurely rest time.

Ross and Hull smiled as they looked at the sun in the sky, no longer dazzling, as if illuminating the good life ahead.

Hull's excellent hunting skills and skilled handling of prey could not only provide sufficient meat for the small shop, but the processed fur could also be sold to those merchants.

Ross cleverly planted the vegetable seeds and grain seeds he brought in the small vegetable garden he had opened up in the forest at the foot of the mountain, which allowed the small shop to maintain a relatively low cost.

In addition to Ross's skillful hands, although they needed to be busy every day, looking at the gradually bulging money bag, Ross and Hull still felt that good days were ahead.

It's just that the vegetable garden at the foot of the mountain needed to pay a little price, letting those dragon dependents who could move freely on this land help take care of it. Fortunately, Ross could also brew some delicious and sweet fruit wine.

The only flaw was that every month, an old man would come to his small shop to eat and drink on credit, although this old man would always pay on time.

But seeing this old man go to those ladies who hid in their wooden houses all day long every time he made money, Ross always had a feeling that he would never be able to recover the debt one day.

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Huh? Ross suddenly felt the sky in front of him was covered by shadows, and an extremely strong mental pressure enveloped the entire development camp. The momentum unintentionally emitted by the dragon group scared the wine glass he was holding in his hand and threw it out.

The entire developer camp also became chaotic. The vast dragon might swept in with a gust of wind, but no one dared to make a move, they were all stunned in place.

Above the sky, the dragon group was soaring, the strong and brutal red dragon, the insidious black dragon, the cunning green dragon, the ferocious blue dragon, and the white dragon.

Those powerful but unfamiliar dragons were extremely terrifying evil dragons in Ross's eyes. He was even a little worried about the White King who ruled this land.

After all, under the rule of the White King, humans probably lived in peace with the dragon dependents.

With the activity of the dragon dependents, those monsters and beasts in the wilderness and forests did not dare to easily approach here, bringing a safe enough environment to the development camp.

Roar, an extremely strong dragon roar came from the distant forest. The white dragon, respected as the 'White King' by the development camp, rose up and pounced towards the dragon group from afar with the blue dragon, just like an enraged beast whose territory had been invaded.

"It's over,"

Ross and the others in the camp closed their eyes. He could even imagine the White King being shot down and torn to pieces.

Even if the current White King had grown into a white dragon seven meters long, worthy of being called a white terror beast, plus the blue dragon who had reached adolescence, Ross was still not optimistic about them.

But the scene Ross imagined did not appear. The white dragon and blue dragon, called the White King by the development camp, stopped in front of the group of dragons that came from afar.

They deeply lowered their noble and arrogant heads to the red dragon. That was surrender, and it was also seeking recognition.

Perhaps, this was the real ruler of this golden land, the king of this wilderness and forest, the master of centaurs and other monster tribes.

At this moment, everyone in this camp had the same idea.

Aowu, an exciting dragon roar resounded through the sky and the earth. The dragons were dancing, they were happy and joyful because of the reunion.

And in the endless forest, the monsters' howls rang out, they were welcoming their master, returning to this land!

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