Under the Red Dragon.

Chapter 28 The Lost Dragons

The canyon had long since returned to peace, with only traces of the brief battle left. The remaining ogre warriors picked up the dead ogre's weapons from the charred ground. These iron spearheads were very precious to the ogres who did not know how to forge.

The broken arm of the two-headed ogre Sahei has begun to heal slowly. He and the few remaining relatively intact ogre wizards are using shamanic magic to stabilize the giant monster's painful spirit.

A white dragon with a broken tail was bleeding from its mouth and nose, and was being dragged like a dead dog by the ogre warriors. This was the unlucky Gmot. He felt it was too dangerous to rush in the front, so he fell behind the young dragons, and now he was indeed behind the dragon herd.

Morg was excitedly instructing the warriors of the tribe to carry the shiny stones and golden ores from the dragonflies' nests. Although ogres had no concept of wealth, Morg knew that these things could be exchanged for many useful things with those greedy merchants.

Orsu and his companions had originally intended to come and watch the battle, so upon the reminder of the knowledgeable wizard, they and their guards immediately retreated to the back of the crowd, and were not discovered by the red dragon in the battle, thus avoiding its attack.

The merchant's joy at seeing the piles of gold and jewels being carried out of the dragon's nest could not dispel the regret in his heart. He could easily exchange these treasures for a pile of cheap cloth and tattered weapons, but it would be a pity to lose those escaped baby dragons.

Those baby dragons are countless times more valuable than the same weight of gold. No, it is foolish to measure dragons with simple wealth, especially that special red dragon.

The red dragon clearly already possessed the rudiments of some kind of domain. Even if Orsu was mistaken, the magician beside him would definitely not be wrong.

As for the significance of the prototype of the domain, all creatures in the entire Ekania world know it. It is an extraordinary high position, a strong person above the legend and below the demigod, an ability unique to the domain strong.

That is a strong person who can be called a guardian of a country. One person can establish a country. Although Orsu and the magician cannot get in touch with that high and mighty circle, they actually have considerable power compared to ordinary people and still have this common sense.

Thinking of this, Orsu asked in a low voice: "How about it, Master Laxu, are you sure?"

Laxu said with a confident smile on his pale face: "If you want me to catch the red dragon, I may not be able to do it, but with my ability, the red dragon will definitely not be able to find my tracking magic mark."

A smile appeared on Orsu's face as he praised, "Well done, Master Laxu is indeed a mage from the High Mage Association. We will need you to point the way for these ogres when the time comes."

"Not all ogres are fools. After this lesson, they may not be willing to provoke those dragons again." Laxu looked fearfully at the troll and the two-headed wizard lying on the couch. Even with a frown on their brows, they were still beautiful.

Every magician possesses mental power many times stronger than that of an ordinary person, but Laxu feels that his mental power in front of this beautiful giant monster is just like that of an ordinary person facing a magician. It is only because of the magician's pride and the magical knowledge he has mastered that he does not need to be afraid of it. He even wants to study the giant monster.

"I will make them an offer they cannot refuse. As long as they can catch the red dragon for me, I will bring them the power of civilization, casting technology and blacksmiths, planted grain seeds and farmers, all of which can be sold to them." Orsu had a confident smile on his face.

These were not a problem at all for him. He had not handed these things over to the ogre tribe before because, on the one hand, the humans from the civilized world looked down on these barbaric creatures from the bottom of their hearts. Apart from their intelligence, these ogres were no different from animals in his eyes. Moreover, Orsu did not want the ogre tribe to become stronger. A weak tribe would be easier to control.

On the other hand, due to the natural profit-seeking mentality of businessmen, the more the other party desires something, the less likely they are to sell it to them, so that they can get a good price.

"Also, Laxu, use your raven to send a letter back for me. I need the support of my family. You should also send a letter to those magicians who are on good terms with you, but don't tell them about this yet. My servants will tell them the truth when they are almost here. You will get the reward you deserve after this matter is over. After all, there are quite a few young dragons, right?

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A red dragon was flying in the sky, staggering, as if it was drunk, and it was passing over the tall trees, spilling a lot of blood. A long and thin wound ran from the lower waist of the red dragon to the front of its abdomen. The wound was so deep that you could almost see the organs inside the red dragon's body constantly wriggling.

Karon forced himself to endure the constant stinging pain in his mind and body. He had only one thought in his mind, which was to fly forward, keep flying, and try to stay away from the dragon's nest. His consciousness was getting blurry, and he could only let his body muscles move spontaneously. Fortunately, the wound was not too big, and the dragon's strong life recovery ability quickly healed the wound temporarily, and the blood stopped flowing.

Karon didn't know how long he had been flying or how far he had flown until he could no longer hold on and fell from mid-air.

His last bit of consciousness drove him to use his claws to dig a hole in the ground that was barely big enough for him to hide in. He fell asleep in the hole without even taking any measures to cover himself up.

Fortunately, the rainy season came. The heavy rain was like a curtain of water that covered the sky and the earth, covering everything in the forest. It was all white, and the red dragon's breath and blood were diluted until they were undetectable.

Charon slept in the cave for three days before waking up. For a dragon, minor mental injuries have a far more profound impact than physical scars. At least in these three days, the wounds on the dragon's body had already healed for the most part and no longer affected its freedom of movement.

But mentally, Caron was like a person who had been hungover after drinking fake liquor for several days and nights. His mind was still a little groggy and occasionally a little tingling. His usually active evil dragon thoughts could not function properly.

"Shit," the red dragon hiding in the cave accidentally got a mouthful of mud and water that rushed into the cave, and Karon quickly spat it out.

The rain was really heavy. He used to love lying in the cave and falling asleep listening to the sound of rain, but now he no longer had the mood to enjoy it. The abundant rain had poured into the cave and was almost submerging his wings.

As one of the most perfect creatures, the dragon has a very strong ability to adapt to the environment. It can survive freely on the ground, in the sky and in the sea. This little water cannot drown the red dragon.

However, the increasingly strong fishy smell in the dungeon actually aroused Caron's appetite. He had not eaten for several days, and now every smell was particularly clear in his sense of smell.

The dragon's hatchling stage is a period of rapid growth and development, and it needs to consume a large amount of food every day. As the saying goes, a young boy can eat an old man out of poverty, not to mention Caron, who is growing in an ultra-limited state. At this time, he is already so hungry that his stomach is growling.

The huge sound coming from the dragon's stomach sounded like a dozen frogs calling together to people who didn't know what was going on, but it was raining heavily outside and no living creature would stay outside its nest at this moment. Even a dragon would find it difficult to find prey.

"How about a taste?" Caron looked hesitantly at the mud in front of him that had been softened by the rain. It looked like a piece of glutinous rice cake, exuding a temptation that Caron had never noticed before.

"Forget it." Although the dragon's powerful stomach can digest soil, soil is not nutritious for the dragon. If it wants to be full, it must turn into an excavator and do a lot of work. Karon thought about other things and tried to avoid trying it.

Originally, after breaking through the siege of the ogres that night, Karon planned to go to the ogres' lair, that bay which was said to be very rich. After all, his previous life was a place that was proficient in all kinds of conversion tactics.

Moreover, those who come to the Dragon's Nest to encircle and suppress the dragons must be the elites of the ogre tribe. There must not be many powerful warriors left behind in the bay. If Charon goes, he may achieve significant results.

Unfortunately, Karon was injured and delayed for a few days. If we go to the ogre's lair now, we will be caught in a trap. "I don't know what happened to Dos and the others, but with the mobility of the dragons, as long as they can escape to the grassland, everything will be seen by the dragons. As long as the young dragons want to escape, it will be difficult to catch them."

Many complicated thoughts were running through Caron's mind, and his traumatized spirit was easily fatigued, so he slowly fell asleep again.

(End of this chapter)