Under the Red Dragon.

Chapter 36: Death of the Ogre Tyrant

The furious Ogre Tyrant displayed his true strength. With his bloodline grown to its peak, the tyrant's six-meter-tall body rampaged through the forest. Many trees as thick as bowls were easily crushed by the powerful Morgo.

The arm-thick vines blocking the ogre's path were no more resilient than a spider web. His single scarlet eye flashed with a chilling murderous intent as it locked onto the figure in front of him. His speed was not half a second slower than that of the red dragon flying and maneuvering in the forest.

Even if the red dragon flies at full speed in the dense forest, the speed of the young dragon may not be much faster than that of the Ogre Tyrant at full speed because of the obstruction of the trees, not to mention that he is trying to seduce.

While he was chattering in front, using the little ogre language he had learned to harass Morgo, whose brain was completely occupied by anger, he also had to spend a lot of energy and attention to dodge while flying in the dense forest of giant trees.

Finally, the ogre found a flaw in the red dragon, which was busy avoiding the vines growing in a particularly dense forest. The ogre grinned with an ugly face, and his strong arms bulged with knotted muscles. The long axe was suddenly stained with a layer of blood. It cut through the air silently and quickly like thunder, and came behind the red dragon.

At this moment, Karon's heart was like a long alarm bell ringing. His perception expanded to the limit spontaneously, trying to lock onto the trajectory of the long axe. With his mind in overclocked state, he tried his best to roll and shrink his body, but the giant axe came too fast. It brushed past the side of the red dragon as if it was cutting through the void, cutting off half of its wing.

Ouch! Karon roared in pain and took the opportunity to pretend to fall headfirst to the ground. He slid on the ground for more than ten meters before he bumped into a thick tree and stopped. The tough bark was also left with two deep marks by the hard dragon horns.

"You damn stink bug, why don't you curse me anymore?" Morgo shouted excitedly, "I will crush you to death like a stink bug. I don't care about any deal. Today, the Ogre King Morgo is going to beat you, a foul-mouthed red dragon, to death."

Morgo stepped forward, the joy of hunting blinded his mind and perception. The next moment, his heavy body suddenly fell, and the ground that had been stable and solid and carried everything turned into a deep pit, a trap large enough to hold a six-meter-tall ogre. The mud, vines and fallen leaves covering the surface of the trap also fell with the ogre, but could not cover up the shotguns standing tall at the bottom of the trap.

The unsuspecting ogre had his thick soles pierced by a shotgun. Although the skin on the ogre tyrant's soles was tough enough from walking, it could not provide him with steel-like defense, so he let out a roar that shook the mountains and forests.

The Centaur warriors who had been hiding in the forest for a long time all appeared at this moment, running out from the tall treetops and thick tree trunks. Several large nets woven with tough vines fell from above, and countless sharp arrows fell like rain, shooting at the ogre who fell into the trap.

But Morgo is worthy of being an ogre tyrant with ancestral blood. The red light shining on his horn overflows his upper body, making his already tough skin even stronger.

Most of these arrows, whose tip were made of bones and sharp teeth, were blocked by the defensive skin. Only the arrows shot by some exceptionally powerful warriors and hunting rifles could penetrate the ogre's body a few inches, but were then tightly locked by the strong muscles, without a trace of blood flowing out.

"You weaklings, do you think you can hurt King Morgo like this?"

The ogre laughed angrily, and his strong arms easily tore through the layers of vine nets covering his head. He climbed to the edge of the deep pit under the constant rain of arrows, revealing his upper body. When he climbed out, he would use his fists to crush these weak enemies in front of him.

Swoosh, a sharp arrow pierced the ogre's one eye with a sharp sound of breaking wind. Sonia, who had been waiting for the opportunity for a long time, finally made a move.
The powerful magic bow shot an arrow as deadly as a venomous snake at the moment when Morgo had just stepped on the ground and had not yet stood firm. The ogre only had time to close his one eye and put his thick long fingers in front of his eyes.

With a whoosh, the sharp arrow pierced deeply through the edge of the ogre's palm, and the sharp tip of the arrow was just a hair's breadth away from the one-eyed monster.

But Caron, who had come to his senses, also attacked at this moment. His strong body was like a tiger pouncing in the woods. His powerful limbs burst out with unimaginable strength. The mud under his feet splashed everywhere. His speed was only a fraction slower than the sharp arrow, and he jumped up from the ground.

The red dragon's muscular hind legs firmly clamped the ogre's huge hands, and its sharp forelimbs and claws pierced straight into the ogre's steel-hard head without hesitation.

The violent dragon fire lit up from his chest and abdomen, and then surged out. The extremely dangerous blue flame surged and burned towards Morgo's one eye. The ogre roared angrily. He was angry, terrified and in great pain. His strong vitality actually prevented him from dying when his head was pierced.

The blood-red light on his horn suddenly expanded, and the inextinguishable dragon fire made him feel the taste of death. The blood-red light surging on his horn continued to dissipate under the burning of the dragon fire.

The fear of death caused unparalleled strength to surge out of him. His arms with bulging veins tried to pry open the dragon's hind limbs, but the dragon's explosive power could not be easily shaken at this moment.

Then the horn on Morgo's head arched up with all its might, and with a "whoosh", it pierced into the dragon's left limb that was locked by the skull.

But the ogre's movements suddenly stopped, his unparalleled strength disappeared, and his arms fell limply.

The Centaur Kali, who was galloping on the ground with all four hooves, held the spear in her hand as fast as a meteor. At this moment, she stabbed the bronze spear in her hand into Morgo's chest, penetrating his body and piercing the life source of the ogre tyrant, the heart that was surging with endless vitality.

Bang, the ogre's tall body fell down, and the life of the arrogant tyrant in this land disappeared from then on.

Roar! Charon stepped on the ogre's corpse and roared, his voice high and penetrating, like the roar of a tiger in the jungle, startling all the beasts in the wild and making them flee in fear.

The Centaur warriors looked at the once invincible tyrant being trampled under the feet of the red dragon, and at this moment they all finally surrendered. They put down their longbows and sharp arrows, and together with their leader, they bowed their heads around their master and knelt down with all their hearts.

The dense forest was filled with only the roar of the dragon and the low echoes of the centaur warriors' sincere submission. "Praise the master of the centaur tribe, the powerful red dragon, the king of the wasteland and the forest, my Lord Charon!"

Charon lowered his head and looked down at the group of centaurs for a long time before he spoke: "Get up, rest where you are, and get ready. Today I will destroy the ogre tribe from this land."

This was the first time that the red dragon gave an order without going through the Centaur leader Kali, and his order was executed.

The centaurs stood up and looked at the red dragon with respect, then sat around on the ground and began to take out food to replenish their strength. They had now completely accepted the red dragon's orders and no longer sought Kali's opinion as before.

Kalon turned to Kali and said, "Go, Kali, present me with the ogre's head. It will be my trophy and also a collection for the Centaur tribe."

"I will obey your orders, my lord." There was no dissatisfaction on Kali's face. She carried out Kalon's will without hesitation, cutting off the ogre's head and digging out the ogre's heart to offer to the red dragon.

But the red dragon refused the ogre's heart, even though he was also injured at the moment and needed nutrients to speed up the healing of his wounds.

Kalon opened his relaxed dragon claws and gently placed them on Kali's forehead and said gently: "This is your trophy, Kali!"

(End of this chapter)