Under the Red Dragon.

Chapter 23 The approaching crisis

"So the newly arrived dragons have begun to become restless. We might as well kill all these little dragons before they grow up, or capture them as slaves." The one-eyed ogre king Morgo showed a hideous smile on his ugly face. The muscles on his arms as thick as logs twitched unconsciously, revealing his powerful physical strength.

The two-headed ogre wizard Sahei turned his old face to the giant demon Fafna who was half-closed her eyes on the couch. The giant demon did not show any expression, but there was a hazy light in her eyes, like a winding snake spirit.

So he spoke hoarsely, "Morgo is right. We can easily deal with those young dragons now. If we wait until those dragons grow up and conquer more followers, they will also take the initiative to expand the dragon's territory. If we want to deal with them at that time, we will have to sacrifice the lives of many powerful ogre warriors."

Although King Morgo, who commands all warriors of the ogre tribe, is the real leader of the tribe, the two-headed wizard who represents the ogre faith and shaman power also has a heavy say. And the one who has the greatest influence on the final decision is often the wise and rational ogre giant Fafna.

This is not the so-called separation of powers that the ogres are practicing. In this primitive tribe with the rudiments of civilization, the right to speak they hold also represents the power they possess. Without the support of their own power, even if you are a god, you will be trampled under the feet of the ogres who also worship power.

"Then let's do this. Those greedy merchants have arrived. These merchants from the powerful Carthaginian Empire should be happy to accept this batch of high-quality goods. They should stop giving us those low-quality cloths, tattered weapons and armor, and grain seeds that can't germinate. They should give us real good things."

"I heard that there are two strong red dragon cubs in that dragon family. Maybe they are worthy of using one of my talents. I'm really looking forward to it." The lazy giant demon Fafna opened her pink lips, and unexpectedly, such an attractive and charming body emitted the clear voice of a young girl.

"Great wizard Sahei, you should go and talk to those greedy merchants about this matter. After we have reached an agreement, it will be time for us to deal with the young dragon family." A trace of sleepiness appeared on her beautiful face. The giant demon Fafna yawned slowly, and her ten green jade-like feet curled up. Then she waved her hand, "That's it. I have to take a nap first."

A loud gurgling sound was heard, and the one-eyed ogre looked at the beautiful curves lying on the couch and quietly swallowed his saliva, and a large bulge quietly appeared under the long skirt made of cloth. The sleeping giant monster did not react, and the four eyes of the great wizard Sahei looked over.

Morgo rubbed his head with his giant paw, pretended to smile innocently, and walked out of the tent.

Outside the tent were ogre warriors armed with crude weapons. The stronger elite warriors were wearing some torn leather armor, while the warriors of higher status were wearing rusty iron armor.

These strong ogre warriors are more than three meters tall on average. They go in and out of the tribal camp. Some are warriors who have returned from hunting in the rainforest, dragging dead wild boars and mountain deer, as well as powerful and ferocious animals.

Some warriors came back with slaves, including goblins, centaurs, lizardmen and other races. It was obvious that this tribe had been expanding steadily and was not satisfied with occupying the already rich and vast bay.

The tall body of the one-eyed ogre Morgo stood out even in front of the numerous ogre warriors. He stopped several ogre warriors who were leading the captive centaurs, and then grabbed the tied centaur warrior.

The strong arms held it down firmly, a smile appeared on the ugly face, and he directly lifted the thin cloth surrounding himself, ignoring the helpless cry of the female Centaur.

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It seems that what I said to the green dragon Antajena last time worked. The other young dragons were obviously bewitched by the green dragon's exaggerated blueprint. Recently, they have been very active in front of Charon, and they are trying to find out when the red dragon will take them to expand the territory. It can only be said that dragons are born with a strong desire to conquer, no matter how old they are.

Moreover, seeing that the ogres worshipped Charon as a god and would not disobey the red dragon's orders in the slightest, the little dragons who had originally had no intention of conquering followers became jealous and hoped to conquer their own followers and enjoy the status of being worshipped and respected.

Before Charon could say a few words to the long-lost elf, the other young dragons came around kicking and clattering as if they were strolling around. One by one, the dragon heads forced their way in, staring at the red dragon. Scared Riven so much that she quickly flew behind the red dragon and hid, leaving only her little head showing, looking sideways at the surrounding young dragons.

Karon had no choice but to squat down and ask the young dragons to sit down.

During this period of time, Karon has been busy studying the mysterious runes in his mind. As the Gnoll tribe gradually settled down these days, he found that the power of his mind he absorbed was obviously increasing. He speculated that the generation of this power of his mind should increase as his influence on others deepened.

If the other person recognizes him in some way, he can draw power of mind from the other person. As this recognition gradually deepens, he can draw more power of mind from the other person.

Perhaps bringing destruction and pain to others could also work. The occasional counterattack of the evil dragon's blood would often make Kalon have such thoughts. But this is obviously not cost-effective, and it is better to conquer and rule in a long-term 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 rune can be actively affected and strengthened by his consciousness as he speculated. Although this amount of energy is definitely not enough to make a huge change, if his speculation is true, it will be enough for a small strengthening, and it also proves that the way he speculated is correct.

This would inevitably lead to a short period of slumber. Although he had originally planned to proceed step by step, the historical lessons of hasty expansion were deeply engraved in his mind, and the power of the dragon group was not strong enough. Now that he had found a way to steadily become stronger, he could not be too anxious. But he also did not want to discourage the enthusiasm of these young dragons, so he thought of a compromise.

"Let's put it this way. The Kobolds' followers have stabilized. Next, Kamide and Gmot will be responsible for selecting the stronger warriors among the Kobolds. Then let them take up weapons and give them a little training. At least they should know how to follow orders and move forward and backward. They can't run around in a mess all the time."

Kalon looked at the two white dragon brothers who were sitting upright and assigned them tasks. Compared with the other young dragons, Kamide, who was honest and capable of execution, and Gmot, who was more cunning and liked to be lazy, complemented each other perfectly.

The two white dragons nodded. Although it was different from what they expected, they knew that Karon must have his reasons for the arrangement.

"Antajena, you will be responsible for exploring the tribes that can be conquered in the forest within the dragon territory. Rosani, you will be with Antajena. You can follow the river to find out the situation. Make sure you and Antajena support each other.

The green dragon and the black dragon also nodded, looking somewhat excited. It seemed that Karon was going to take action.

"Well, Clenaya, you are more impulsive, so just follow Doss. You will be responsible for the direction of the grassland. When all the situations are explored clearly, you can summarize and let Doss decide whether to launch an attack with the dragons and their followers." Karon made arrangements. This plan was in line with his intention. He would first deal with these in the original territory and establish a more stable rear base.

"What about you, Caron?" Hearing that the decision-making power was handed over to Dos, the surprised Clenaya and Blue Dragon Dos asked in unison, and then looked at each other.

"I will go into a deep sleep for a while," the red dragon explained quietly. For him, exploring the mysterious runes in his mind was the top priority at the moment.

"Then I'll just watch over you while you sleep," the red dragon Clenaya was obviously unwilling to follow Doss's command, and looked reluctant.

Karon glared at her sternly and said, "Akizi and Kalit are here. They are safer than you. And remember, never throw away your life for boring pride and dignity. If there is any danger, escape back to the Dragon's Nest as soon as possible." Karon said with some concern.

Many young dragons nodded thoughtfully and responded in low voices.

Klenaya's tail trembled at Karon's gaze, and she quickly lowered her head and muttered, "Well, I hope Doss will be smart."

Riven, who was hiding behind, saw that Caron had finished speaking, and then she hurried forward to join in the fun, raising her little hand and shouting, "What about me? What about me? Caron, I can be very useful too."

Karon tilted his head and blew away the wreath on the noisy elf's head. He glanced at the flustered Riven and said, "Riven, do you want to betray your own people? This is the behavior of a guide."

"The Pik elves don't care who rules them, as long as they are not disturbed from finding happiness." Riven put the wreath back on angrily, punched the red dragon's solid scales, and then cried out in pain, "I'm so angry, Karon, you are too thick-skinned."

Karon raised his dragon claw and scratched his chin. "Is that so? Then Riven, you will be my intelligence officer. You are very familiar with the forest anyway. Remember to help Dos and the others."

Riven, who volunteered to be a slave, got the answer she wanted. Her angry face suddenly turned from gloomy to bright. She jumped up on the red dragon's back and shouted, "Great!"

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