Under the Red Dragon.

Chapter 29 I, Red Dragon, rob!
The rain in the rainy season comes and stops quickly.

Soon the accumulated rain water was swallowed up by the earth, and many animals began to become active again. The predators would also step out of their nests to find dinner for themselves.

Mountain deer hopped through the forest, the wet mud unable to stop their nimble hooves.

Several wild boars happily rolled in the mud given to them by God, covering their bodies with a thick layer of mud. After the mud dried, it would become armor for them to resist the sharp claws and teeth of predators.

Several squirrels were poking their heads out from the branches, their furry tails curled up behind their heads like they were wearing a small fur hat. Squeak, a little squirrel seemed to have sensed the danger and slid into the tree hole with its tail drooping, and the rest of the squirrels scattered.

The sound of horse hooves clattering on the ground could be heard in the jungle. It was a hundred meters away at first, but in an instant it was right in front of them. How could cavalry appear in this complex terrain with dense vegetation and bushes and gallop at such a speed?

No, these were not human or orc cavalry, but the powerful tribe living in this vast rain forest - the Centaurs. The movements of several Centaurs in the forest were more agile than those mountain deer, and their wide hooves flew, but the splashing mud could not catch up with their swift pace.

The complex terrain actually made it convenient for them to cross the jungle. The tall trees also served as a support for these centaurs, and their strong hooves trampled the tree trunks as if they were on flat ground.

These centaurs had the same upper and lower bodies as humans but were more robust, and wore leather armor tanned from the furs of ferocious beasts and animals. While running quickly, they aimed their bows and shotguns at the wild boars that were still wallowing in the mud and shot at them.

The powerful and accurate archery was not affected by the movement at all. Like a sudden rainstorm, the arrows and thrown hunting rifles with the momentum of tearing the air and the speed of lightning accurately shot into the vital parts of the hearts of several wild boars, and the blood spilled into the turbid mud.

Every Centaur warrior possesses a superb talent for archery, comparable to those High Elf sharpshooters who are famous for their excellent marksmanship. An ordinary wooden bow in their hands can also have a powerful threatening ability. This is also the reason why these Centaurs can stubbornly resist the annexation and enslavement of the Ogre tribe in the absence of shamans.

In particular, the leading female Centaur warrior was holding a yellow and black bow that faintly emitted a powerful magical aura. This was obviously a weapon made by some powerful magical creature, and it carried an extremely dangerous and deadly aura.

"Sonia, your archery skills have improved again." The older female Centaur warrior walked up to the leading female warrior and looked at the disciple who was about to become an adult with satisfaction. Although she was not as strong as an adult Centaur warrior like her, she had already begun to show the unique talent of the Centaur.

The centaur named Sonia did not respond to this topic. Instead, he looked around the forest, his small nostrils occasionally twitching. Then he turned his head and said solemnly, "Be careful. I sense the presence of a powerful person. Perhaps some powerful creature has entered the tribe's hunting ground, which is not far from here."

Although the older centaur did not find anything wrong, he was not surprised. Although Sonia's current strength was not as good as his, Sonia had been gifted since childhood. She had been blessed by the fairies in the forest and had a very strong spiritual perception. She was a leader among the new generation of the Centaur tribe.

She must have discovered some information that she was unable to perceive, so she put her fingers on her thick lips and blew a whistle, signaling the centaur warriors behind her to follow her, and then she took the lead and ran into the forest.

The sun gradually set, and the last rays of light enveloped the land, making the forest darker. Several centaurs stepped carefully on the soft soil covered with fallen leaves. Even though their broad backs were carrying heavy prey, their footsteps were very light, not even as loud as the sound of the leaves rustling in the breeze.

But the sound of the leaves rustling in the breeze seemed a little too loud, and there seemed to be some strange danger about to appear in the dim forest. "What's there?" Centaur Sonia stopped alertly, slightly pulling the bow in his hand, alert for possible danger.

The other centaurs also dropped the prey on their backs and held their hunting rifles tightly. The wild centaurs were not afraid of fighting, but enjoyed violence. There were faint noises in the forest, and a giant dragon slowly stepped out from behind the dark bushes. Karon looked at the alert centaurs with shining eyes and laughed, "This mountain, uh, this forest belongs to the dragon, and the prey in the forest also belongs to the dragon. If you want to pass through here, you have to leave some prey as a toll."

A giant dragon! How could a giant dragon appear here? A red dragon known for its cruelty and brutality! This thought occurred to several centaurs.

Fortunately, the dragon only asked them to leave their prey behind. This was the second thought of the centaurs. For most intelligent beings in the world of Ekania, dragons are creatures at the top, representing unrivaled power. Even though the dragon in front of them looked very young, even the most arrogant and aggressive male centaurs would not think they could defeat the red dragon in front of them.

Far away from civilization, the strong naturally possess irresistible power.

So the Centaur did not have any thoughts like "is this a robbery?", but obediently delivered the prey to Charon.

"Then can we go now, mighty dragon?" The older female Centaur placed her hands on her plump chest and bowed to the dragon. This was the Centaurs' respect for the powerful.

"Wait." As a giant dragon, he was born with a keen sense of treasure. Perhaps it was the greed for the evil dragon's blood when he was hungry and injured that aroused his will, which was no longer strong enough. He pointed at the centaur holding a special longbow with some greed, "That bow seems to be a pretty good treasure. Let me take a look."

Sonia knew that dragons were greedy, and once she handed over the precious bow in her hand, it would never return to her. But resistance would have no other effect except to arouse the anger of the dragon in front of her. She could only reluctantly touch the longbow that had been passed down in the tribe for hundreds of years, which was also one of the few treasures in the Centaur tribe, and then walked forward, holding the longbow in both hands and handed it to Kalon.

"Today I will lose this longbow, and the tribe will lose another treasure." Sonia thought with regret and guilt, but she had to introduce the dragon in front of her, "This bow is made from the bones of a powerful venomous snake killed by a hero of the Centaur tribe hundreds of years ago. The user can borrow the power of the wind to shoot arrows faster than lightning."

However, Kalon only took a look, then lowered his head to sniff the smell, then waved his dragon claw to signal the centaur to retract the bow and arrow, muttering: "No wonder it smells familiar, I must have eaten this kind of venomous snake, it should taste good."

"Ah?" Sonia looked at the giant dragon in front of her with some surprise. She really didn't expect that the red dragon really just wanted to take a look. This red dragon was not like a greedy dragon at all. A greedy dragon would not let go of any treasure.

"What? I can't use this thing." Caron could clearly see the thoughts on the little mare's face. He muttered a little unhappy, "Why don't you leave? Are you planning to eat at my place?"

"Ah, no, powerful dragon, thank you for your generosity." The Centaur quickly took back the longbow in her hand, fearing that the dragon would go back on its word, and she kept thanking the dragon, as if it was already very moral for the dragon not to steal her treasure.

Karon was too lazy to pay attention to her. He picked up the two fattest wild boars on the ground and walked leisurely towards the cave he had dug temporarily. He was very hungry and needed to eat urgently.

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