Under the Red Dragon.

Chapter 41: The White King Twins

The world was shaking with the sound of waves and silence. Karon slowly opened his tired eyes, smelled the clear fishy smell of the sea water, and saw a pair of giant dragon eyes emitting faint light in the darkness.

"Caron!"

"Karon, you finally woke up."

"How are you, Karon? Are you feeling okay?"

The young dragons' surprised voices came to my ears, which sounded a bit like the buzzing sound after tinnitus. My head was a little dizzy, but I could still hear it clearly. The red dragon exhaled deeply and replied slowly, "Don't worry, I'm fine now."

"Karon, Carlit betrayed us. She betrayed the dragon group." The little female dragon Clenaya squeezed forward with difficulty, her words full of anger as she complained to the red dragon.

"I know. Gmot told me about this." Karon turned his head and looked around. The originally spacious cabin had been emptied to accommodate these giant dragons.

The red dragon Clenaya, the black dragon Rosani, the blue dragon Doss, the white dragon Kamide, and the green dragon Antajna were all here, while the blue dragon Carlit was curled up alone in a far corner, with her head buried under her broad wings, silently.

Kalon breathed a sigh of relief. Not seeing the white dragon Gemot and the blue dragon Akzi was good news.

"Karon, what should we do next?" Kamide, the white dragon who trusted the red dragon's ability the most, looked at Karon eagerly. He felt that with the red dragon's brain, he would be able to come up with a solution. He was not as stupid as himself and could only follow other dragons.

Blue Dragon Dos sighed, he was also a little frustrated, "Even Kalon was caught, what can he do?"

"Do we still expect Gmot and Akizi to rescue us? Even Kalon can't do it." Antajiana lay in the corner, feeling depressed. The young dragons saw the white dragon and the blue dragon being taken away by the Centaur warriors, but they didn't trust Gmot and Akizi's abilities. She felt that the life of a dragon was bleak and the future was bleak.

"Perhaps we will be sold as commodities by these humans in exchange for a lot of gold coins. Then, perhaps, Charon will be bought by those mountain dwarves and tied up to be used as a flamethrower."

The black dragon Rosani shrugged. That was his personality. Although he was in a bad mood, he still played a not-so-funny joke on the red dragon.

Karon looked at these young dragons in silence. His willpower allowed him to calmly accept everything that happened, no matter whether the result was good or bad, but this was not the case for these young dragons. He could feel the hesitation and confusion in the hearts of these young dragons.

At the moment he needs to give these young dragons some encouragement and courage.

The red dragon's pupils sparkled in the dark cabin. He didn't care if Carlit heard his words. He said in a deep voice, "Our minions will temporarily lie in wait, just like the beasts of the grassland lying on the barren hills."

"And I," the red dragon said with an extremely firm look on his face, "will do my best to bring all of you back to the place where we were born. We will eventually return to this land. This is my promise!"

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The original ogre camp had been burned down, and a thin layer of ash had appeared on the dark grey land. Countless corpses of ogres who died under the hooves of the centaurs were gathered together and piled up to form a small hill.

Some ogres who did not have time to escape died in the battle between the red dragon and Will Clarence, and some were massacred by the warriors of the Clarence family.

The hot weather had caused the corpses to rot and stink, with countless flies and mosquitoes flying back and forth over the corpses. The ogre giant Fafna took the temporarily gathered ogres who had fled into the forest and carried the dead bodies, then sprinkled the piles of corpses with a kind of resin that was extremely easy to ignite in the forest.

These ogres will be burned and turned into fertilizer to nourish the land. They grew up here, and after their death they can be considered giving back to the land beneath their feet.

Centaur warriors in groups of two or three, holding sharp weapons and thick whips confiscated from the camp, patrolled the camp and supervised the work of the ogres.

If an ogre tried to slack off, he would be whipped immediately, even the ogre giant Fafner. These centaurs had no so-called sympathy for women, as Caron announced, these ogres were already slaves of the centaur tribe.

The leader of the Centaur tribe, Kali, and his wife Drogo stood in front of the mouth of the bay, followed by the powerful female warriors Onni and Sonia. All the Centaurs looked at the figure ahead.

The white dragon Gemot and the blue dragon Akzi squatted on a huge rock in front of the harbor. The ocean breeze blowing from the calm bay in the evening was particularly cold, but the blue dragon's heart was even colder.

There was no trace of any human ship on the endless sea, and the blue dragon Akzi's face was already filled with confusion.

Akzi turned his head, his confused heart subconsciously wanting to seek some comfort. Perhaps Bailong was just like him, and now didn't know where to go.

But Gmot's face was unusually relaxed. The white dragon was swinging its tail and staring at the setting sun gradually falling over the sea. He seemed to understand why Kalon liked to watch the sunset on the grassland in the evening.

The blue dragon Akzi noticed the white dragon's tail. Although the wound of the broken tail had healed long ago, there was no sign of growth. This was abnormal for the giant dragon's powerful life recovery ability, even though only a few days had passed.

Akzi asked his own question: "Germot, what's wrong with your tail? Have you been bewitched by some evil witchcraft? If you can tell me, maybe I can help you find a solution."

The white dragon shook his head, stopped swinging his tail and said, "Akizi, you don't need to worry about me. There is nothing wrong with my tail. I didn't choose to let it grow back."

"Why?" The blue dragon looked puzzled. A dragon's tail is not only a very powerful weapon, but sometimes it can also be used to maintain body balance while flying in the air.

"As long as Kalon and the dragons don't return to this land, I will be the Broken Tail Gemot!" The white dragon answered. He said, "In the past, I was always timid and cowardly. I liked to hide behind Kalon and among the dragons, but now I have to stand up. The dragons need my strength and Kalon needs my help."

At this moment, Akzi, who is at the end of the juvenile dragon age, looks immature in front of the young dragon. Perhaps there is a saying that is true, precocious people are usually late bloomers, and late bloomers are often more mature.

Gmot turned his head and looked at the blue dragon and asked, "Akizi, you will help me, right, just like Kalon has always helped us."

The confusion on the blue dragon's face also disappeared, and he pretended to be relaxed and said: "Although Kalon beat me, I am also a member of the dragon group after all."

The white dragon stood up, and his wings, which had been growing gradually, suddenly spread out. He turned around, stared at the centaurs with his crystal white vertical pupils, and asked calmly: "So where are you centaurs, Kali?"

The Centaurs pounded their hands on their chests and lowered their heads, their eyes full of determination. "We will wait for the return of our Lord Charon. Before that, your will is the will of the Centaurs, Lord Gmot!"

　Well, Cuarón will gain crucial knowledge from this experience, which is also about the setting of the legend. Cuarón’s childhood is over, and next is “Return of the Young King”!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)