Under the Red Dragon.

Chapter 35 Insult
The red dragon flying high in the sky seemed to be hidden in the white clouds. In the eyes of the Centaur warriors, the huge red dragon was almost the size of an eagle.

The dragon's vision, which is countless times sharper than that of an eagle, allows Charon to easily find the tracks of the ogres moving in the dense forest. He adjusts his throat to imitate the sharp cry of an eagle on the grassland.

Almost all the elite warriors of the Centaur tribe came out, carrying well-maintained longbows and old, blood-stained and rusty hunting rifles, and silently followed the Centaur leader Kali.

The most powerful warrior in the Centaur tribe holds a bronze spear in his hand. This is a powerful weapon passed down from generation to generation that has the power to easily pierce through a shield.

Guided by Charon's eagle cry, these Centaur warriors quickly dispersed and sneaked, surrounding the ignorant ogres not far ahead. Under the siege of the Centaur warriors, these solitary or grouped ogres were killed with almost no room for resistance.

These centaurs turned into soul-seeking ghosts in the forest, omniscient and omnipresent, quickly killing off the ogre tribe's scattered warriors who were patrolling or hunting outside.

The ogres, whose organization was rather disorganized, did not notice anything unusual in their territory.

They advanced slowly like this, and by evening, the Centaur tribe had already approached the Ogre tribe, dozens of miles away.

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

Kalon glided in the sky day and night. The darkness could not block his sight, and he found the white dragon Gmot and the blue dragon Akizi trapped in the ogre tribe. He didn't know where Kalit was taken by these ogres.

No traces of humans were found in the ogre camp, but large human ships were still docked in the natural harbor of the bay.

But there were only a few crew members on the ship, and Kallon began to feel a little doubtful.

The good news was that the two-headed ogre wizard and the beautiful giant monster that looked like a human were probably still recovering from their injuries. Among the people who needed special attention, Karon only found Morgo, who was tossing around in the camp.

The ogre's physical strength was obviously very strong, and he tormented several centaurs for the entire first half of the night. This gave Kalon a little more confidence in tomorrow's plan.

Will and his group who were still waiting in the distant Dragon's Nest Canyon also received news about the red dragon through the mage Laxu.

"You mean that the red dragon actually wants to attack the ogre camp?" Will Clarence was overjoyed.

He had been waiting here just to capture the ogre and the special red dragon mentioned by Orsu. He was thinking that if the red dragon didn't come, he would take the initiative to capture it. Now that he found that the red dragon was suspected of falling into the trap, how could he not be happy?

"The red dragon is currently lingering near the ogre camp. It should be planning to attack. However, it is not a reckless dragon. It should have some preparations. Besides, our ship and supplies are still there."

Master Laxu has no habit of looking down on others.

Humans already have a clear system of civilized language, so a two-headed wizard with sufficient wisdom can easily learn it.

He walked up to them and said, "Don't worry, Morgo can deal with the young dragon. Once he catches the cunning red dragon, our deal will be done soon."

Will Clarence could see what the ogre meant. He laughed and said, "Don't worry about the reputation of our Clarence family. Your rewards will be given to you as promised. Let's go. I can't wait to see my spoils."

These people took the captured dragon into the night regardless of the dangers in the forest, because they were more powerful than the dangers hidden in the forest. Dawn soon arrived, and the ogre camp was still very quiet. The powerful tribe gave these ogres a great sense of security.

Even the necessary guards were soundly sleeping at their posts, snoring so loudly that even the dragons would find it noisy.

The red dragon quietly descended from the sky, its sharp claws tearing apart the sleeping ogre at the entrance of the camp, and its strong body smashing the gate made of thick logs. Behind it, Kali and Drogo brought a few Centaur warriors and rushed in.

The sharp shotguns pierced into the ogres who were lying casually on the open ground and snoring. The usually powerful ogre warriors were now like fragile pheasants in the hands of the halflings, waiting to be slaughtered.

At this moment, the Centaur warriors only regretted that the hunting rifles in their hands were not sharp knives. They felt that stabbing and then pulling out the hunting rifle wasted a lot of time and was not satisfying enough.

And Charon, the dangerous red dragon, rose into the air, and violent dragon fire gushed 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 never had time to make a sound before they could open their eyes forever, but the ogres who were roasted by the dragon fire woke up one after another, ran out of the houses screaming with flames all over their bodies, and rushed towards the sea not far away.

Morgo, the tyrant of the ogre tribe, was also awakened. His one eye flashed with unimaginable rage and murderous intent. He roared and rushed towards his weapon. He wanted to chop the red dragon in front of him and all the centaurs who dared to attack him into meat paste, and then drink it bit by bit.

"Go quickly," the red dragon, who had been paying attention to the ogres, gave the order without hesitation. He knew that his dragon fire would not cause much damage to Morgo in a short period of time, and the ogres were not stupid enough to stand there and wait for him, so he gave priority to killing the ogres' living forces.

But now, in order to stop Morgo and give the centaurs time to retreat, he had to breathe out a breath of dragon. The scorching dragon fire burned towards the ogre, but was easily blocked by the ogre with the huge axe in his hand.

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

But the moment of blocking was enough. Kaili and Drogo had gathered the centaurs and retreated into the forest, and Charon also took off into the air.

He ignored the few centaur warriors who were too obsessed with killing to obey his orders and retreat in time, and let them be chopped into pieces by the angry ogres.

Instead, he controlled his speed and shouted insults at Morgo in the ogre language he had just learned, "You despicable, lowly one-eyed bastard born from the cross between a kobold and a goblin. This is just a small lesson for you. Next time I come, I will crush you like a bug."

"Then I'll stuff your ugly urinal that's so ugly that a jackal would vomit at the sight of it into your ass, so that you can taste the same smell as your own."

This abominable red dragon not only verbally abused the already furious ogre, but also occasionally took the time to use clumsy body language to make the ogres' crude and obscene insulting body language.

The ogre Morgo was so angry that his single eye was bloodshot, and his ferocious face was covered with terrifying blue veins. He gasped and shouted to the awakened ogre warriors: "Go and protect the sleeping Fafner. Don't let these bugs disturb her."

Then he strode with his giant axe in his hand and caught up with the red dragon in front of him, which was sometimes flying high and sometimes flying low. He swore to the ancient bloodline of the ogres that even if he had to chase it to the end of the forest today, he would kill the foul-mouthed red dragon.

Then he used his head as his urinal and stepped on it under his feet forever, so that the Red Dragon would die with regrets.

Gemot and the blue dragon Akzi, who were hanging in the distance and were originally surprised that Kalon did not come to rescue them, looked at each other, and a kind of enlightenment that I had learned anew rose in their eyes at the same time.

(End of this chapter)