Under the Red Dragon.

Chapter 37: Fafner's Ambition
The ogre camp finally returned to its former tranquility after the rampage of the red dragon and the centaurs, except for the remaining traces of buildings that were burned to ashes by the unquenchable dragon fire and the corpses scattered on the ground.

The bodies of the dead ogres and the torn centaurs were piled up together. These ogres had not abandoned the customs left over from ancient times. They were still on the ignorant edge of civilization, which could not be reversed by the ogre giant Fafner in just a dozen years. So these corpses would become food for the ogres.

They always make the most of all available resources, and perhaps this is the only advantage of ogres.

As for Morgo, who had left alone to track the red dragon, even the awakened ogre giant was not worried about this ogre. Even though Fafner looked down on this ogre, she had to admit the powerful power of the ogre tyrant. A long time ago, the leader of the Centaur tribe was torn in half alive by the brutal ogre tyrant with his bare hands while surrounded by the Centaurs.

These ogres were still looking forward to Morgo dragging back the body of the red dragon so that they could have a share. These ogres had tasted everything in this forest, except the flesh and blood of a giant dragon.

The red dragon is so strong and powerful that eating it might allow the warriors in the tribe to grow a second head. The warriors who drink the dragon's blood might also awaken the great bloodline of their ancestors like the ogre tyrant Morgo and become the controller of the ogre tribe. It's strange to think about it, it makes the ogres greedy.

But when the giant red dragon soared over the ogre camp, all the ogres had a deep question in their hearts, "The red dragon is back, so where is Morgo?"

The ogre giant was no longer calm. How could the red dragon turn back? You know, Morg was not only the most powerful ogre in the ogre tribe, but also the ogre who was best at tracking prey. The prey he targeted had never escaped the punishment of his giant axe. Maybe Morg was behind the red dragon and he would be back soon.

Morgo is back! The ogre tyrant's huge head, with its eyes scorched by dragon fire, was dropped from mid-air by the howling red dragon. The steel-hard skull slammed heavily into the center of the ogre camp, splashing up dust.

Even though Morgona was dead, the powerful and unwilling aura unique to ogres still lingered from his hideous head. Even the ogre giant demon Fafna, who had an exceptionally strong spirit, could not help but feel a bizarre and absurd sense of panic from the bottom of her heart. Perhaps the end of the ogre tribe would be today.

The raging dragon fire once again spread through the ogre tribes shrouded in fear, and those powerful ogre warriors in the forest were chased by the centaurs they once despised.

They forgot that they were holding weapons that were far more sophisticated and sharper than bone spears and wooden guns, and that the leather armor they were wearing was far tougher than the animal skins worn by their enemies. They only cared about fleeing and crying like the prey that escaped from their tyranny.

The warriors of the Centaur tribe have never been as happy as they are today. Their galloping hooves drive the tough hunting rifles in their hands to pierce the bodies of the enemies at will, and the enemies dare not even resist.

The strong Centaur Drogo rushed in the front, and his long shotgun pierced through two ogres who were only concerned with fleeing. Before he could draw out his shotgun, he ran into the third ogre. The gun pierced through the bodies of the two ogres, leaving only a half-inch long tip of the gun that pierced the enemy's heart.

Drogo pushed forward, leaving his weapon in the ogre's body, picked up the iron spears dropped by the ogres and rushed forward, followed by Oni and Kali who also changed their weapons. The three most powerful warriors led the elite centaurs to trample blood, turning the ogre camp into a bloody place.

Kalon didn't waste time chasing after the ogres who had lost their souls. He released dragon fire around the camp, and the inextinguishable dragon fire ignited every corner of the ogre camp. Then he folded his wings and fell down. Although the dragon could still fly with the support of magic, the loss of half of the wings made it difficult for the red dragon to flexibly control its direction and speed during flight.

He walked up to the white dragon and the blue dragon that had been put down by the centaurs long ago. The two dragons that had been tortured looked quite exhausted, but their eyes lit up when they saw the arrival of the red dragon.

"I knew you would come and rescue us, Karon," the white dragon Gmot struggled forward excitedly. He was fed several kilograms of poison a day, and even the dragon's body was tired and weak at this moment.

The white dragon crawled in front of Karon and looked up at the quiet red dragon. The timid and cowardly white dragon was not disappointed. Karon still protected him, just like he always took care of the dragons.

"I didn't agree to the ogres' request to betray you," the white dragon said like a child who needed to be praised. "Carlit betrayed the dragon group, Karon, you have to be careful."

The red dragon did not speak, but lowered his head and used his intact and movable right claw to lift the white dragon up, then gently touched his head to the white dragon's forehead, and then gently touched the head with Akzi, who was standing next to him and was too shy to take credit because he was already a young dragon.

The red dragon then spoke: "Germot, you are very brave and have done a good job. I can't ask for more. And Akizi, you are all part of the dragon group and my brothers. I will not abandon you. As for Carlit, she made her own choice, and she will naturally bear the consequences herself."

Kallon raised his head, pointed at the ogre forces that were gradually gathering around the ogre giant and resisting stubbornly, and said: "Come, follow me, and watch how I crush those enemies who dare to actively invade the dragon group, and bring the fire and blood of revenge to this land."

Fafner was surrounded in front of the tent by the remaining ogres who had not escaped into the forest. The almost transparent gauze could not hide her seductive body. She tilted her ear to listen to the chattering voice of the forest banshee standing on her arm. That was the message that the ogre two-headed wizard Sahei conveyed to her through other banshees. She knew that she might still have one more chance.

Fafner could flee into the forest like the other escaped ogres, but by doing so the ogres would never be able to get up again and would be reduced to a wandering tribe like the other weak tribes, which the ambitious Fafner could not tolerate.

Moreover, she believed in the blood she inherited from the ancient soul-eating sea monster. As long as she could control the red dragon, everything would be reversed and the ogre tribe would be stronger than ever before. The dragon's potential was far beyond the reach of that stupid ogre tyrant.

The message from the ogre wizard Sahei further strengthened her determination, so she raised her arms, which reflected the jade light in the sun, and shouted: "We surrender. The ogre tribe is willing to submit to the powerful dragon."

(End of this chapter)