Under the Red Dragon.

Chapter 95 The Beginning of Conquest

The black dragon Rosani shrank its body like a big cat hugging its feet, curling up into a ball, with its broad wings pressed tightly against its body. Its vertical pupils flashing with dim light were staring at the low hills in the distance, while it tried its best to cover its body in the low jungle on the grassland.

The bright night was like water, sprinkling over the grassland. The river running across the grassland sparkled with moonlight, like the stars in the sky. The sound of flowing water masked the slight restlessness of the Centaur warriors, who were impatient for the appearance of their prey.

These gnolls prefer to move around at night and always hide in caves under the hills during the day. This habit makes it difficult for the giant dragons that occasionally fly across the sky to discover their tracks.

And even if the dragon discovered these gnolls, there was nothing it could do to them. It was impossible for the dragon to dig through these hills one by one and then pull out the gnolls and kill them.

All we can say is that every race that can survive in the wilderness has its own unique survival skills.

The tall bodies of the Centaur warriors are not suitable for fighting in this kind of terrain, and allowing those skinny Gnolls and Goblin warriors to enter the caves would only be delivering food and equipment to these ferocious Gnolls.

These gnolls love to eat these intelligent creatures and like to listen to their dying howls and screams. Their cruelty is comparable to that of red dragons.

The Centaur warriors once thought of using fire attack, piling wood and animal feces from the grassland in front of the gnolls' caves, using thick smoke to force the gnolls out of the caves, and then killing them.

But after careful observation, the Centaur warriors discovered that this stretch of hills had more than two or three cave exits. Perhaps all the hills in this area had been opened up by these cunning gnolls, so fire attack would naturally not work.

So Chiron chose to launch his attack at night.

Night is the home turf of the gnolls, but Chiron wisely chose to take action on an exceptionally bright night. The sky is full of stars and the moonlight is like water. Even ordinary people can see everything on the grassland clearly, not to mention these strong Centaur warriors, who will not lose their advantages.

The black dragon Rosani and his dragon followers did not have to wait too long. Under the bright moonlight, the figures of gnolls began to appear one after another among the hills, along with groups of coyotes enslaved by the gnolls, and among them there were also quite a few trolls and bugbears.

These adult jackals are mostly over two meters tall, and weigh nearly three hundred kilograms based on their body size. Their heads are the same as those of the coyotes they have domesticated.

The skin exposed outside the animal skin is green-gray or black-green, and most of them have dirty dark yellow or gray-red mane.

From the head, they look like prairie hyenas, with yellow teeth and blood-red or bluish-white eyes.

The black dragon Rosani and the centaur warrior Chiron quietly poked their heads out of the bushes and looked. They were not those stupid dog-headed men. They knew how to accurately estimate the number of these gnolls.

"More than four hundred gnolls,"

After observing for a while, the black dragon Rosani said, "But I didn't see any gnoll spellcasters. They should still be in the cave."

"Based on the number of gnolls out hunting for food, this tribe has at least a thousand people, Lord Rosani," Chiron said, pointing at the gnolls that were becoming active in the distance.
"The ones in the front are the strongest gnoll warriors holding bone chain mail and sledgehammers. The ones riding on coyotes are the skinny gnoll scouts, trackers and sentinels holding wooden bows. Their leaders and spellcasters have not been dispatched. It seems that these gnolls rule this area."

Although they might be facing enemies that are several times their number, there is no fear on the faces of these Centaur warriors. The Ogre tribe was once stronger than the Centaurs, but they still fought with the Ogres for nearly ten years.

What's more, these Centaur warriors have now changed their equipment, from bone arrows and wooden spears to iron and leather armor. If the territory's production capacity was not insufficient at the moment, Charon would have wanted these Centaur warriors to wear heavy armor.

"So, can you get rid of these gnolls?" Black Dragon Rossani asked, turning back.

"It is not difficult to deal with these gnolls, but if we lure out the gnoll reinforcements hiding in the caves, the warriors will definitely need to bleed." Chiron replied.

"Fighting for the dragon is the honor and duty of the dragon's followers," the Centaur leader Kali said without hesitation. This was also what she thought in her heart. Perhaps these Centaur warriors were the most loyal to the dragon among the dragon's followers.

Although those ogres are loyal to the dragon, they are also prone to flee when they are in a disadvantageous situation or their lives are in danger. This is the nature of the race, just like ogres are born to be dragon's lickers, and it is difficult to change.

As for those green-skinned goblins, they have even more no bottom line than the kobolds. Without the supervision of the kobolds, they may run away if they encounter a real war. They cannot be said to be a mob, but they are not much different from guerrillas.

"There is no warrior who can become strong without seeing blood. Only after experiencing the baptism of blood can these cavalrymen grow into invincible warriors," Chiron also agreed with Kali's words.

The black dragon Rosani glanced at the determined centaurs behind him and gave an order.

"Go ahead. Don't disappoint the dragon. Let me see if your bravery is worthy of Charon's attention. Once you lead out the reinforcements of the gnolls, I will find a chance to cut off their escape route back to their lair."

Chiron took the order and left, and together with his centaur warriors and the ogre goblin who was lurking beside him and covering the gray wolf's mouth, he quietly followed the group of gnolls that were already moving towards the distance.

In order to avoid being discovered by the wolf men's keen sense of smell, the Centaur cavalry followed against the wind and followed far behind the wolf men's team.

Along the way, they saw the gnolls chasing their prey but did not take action until they were far away from the hilly area. Then the leader Chiron gave his soldiers an order:

"You Gray Wolf Cavalry will spread out and stop the gnolls that may escape. The rest of the Centaurs will follow me to kill these gnolls, but you must leave some alive so that they can send out a signal for help, lest you ruin my plan of catching them all in one fell swoop."

"Yes," the Centaur Knight and the Gray Wolf Knight answered in unison, and a strong murderous aura suddenly rose on the quiet grassland shrouded in moonlight.

"Attack," the Centaur Chiron waved the black iron spear in his hand, pointed it at the werewolf in front of him who was obsessed with killing prey, and ran away with all four hooves.

The kobolds and green-skinned goblins riding on grey wolves also waved their pistols and screamed, spreading out to the back and blocking the gnolls' retreat.
Two hundred powerful Centaur knights lined up in an attack formation, trampling the grassland with their four hooves, sending the grass flying, and galloping away wildly, like a rushing mountain torrent, moving forward without hesitation.

This noise caused countless waves on the peaceful grassland, and countless animals hiding in the grass and low woods were startled and fled from their nests.

The gnolls also noticed the centaurs rushing towards them, but they felt that they had the advantage in numbers and were not afraid.

The Gnolls themselves prefer to attack when they have an advantage in numbers, overwhelming their opponents with human waves and their sheer strength.

So these gnolls felt that they had found their prey tonight. Their brutal and bloodthirsty nature made their eyes light up, and under the leadership of the gnoll captain, they rushed towards the Centaur Knight.

"Kill these men and we can have a good meal tonight and suck their blood and marrow," the leader of the wolf soldiers swung his heavy double-headed flail to drive his wolf men to attack.

The trolls and bear goblins in the team also rushed forward waving their clubs and howling. These creatures were allies of the gnolls when their numbers were equal, and they were slaves and backup food of the gnolls when their numbers were small. Driven by the gnolls, these creatures also unleashed their bestiality.

boom,
The two teams collided with each other. A faint glow surged all over the body of the strong Centaur Chiron, his muscles swelled up, and the fine dragon scales on his body were stretched out by the surging muscles, like exploding scales.

"Kill you," the tall werewolf barbarian rushed forward, waving a bone stick made from the thigh bone of some unknown creature.

The powerful force allowed the gnoll to easily leap higher than the centaur, and the bone stick struck down with a whistling sound, trying to smash the centaur's head.

Chiron was not afraid at all. His strong arms, gleaming with light, wrapped around the thick iron spear. The unstoppable force directly pierced through the wolf-man barbarian that was flying towards him.

The light on the spear suddenly exploded, blasting the Jackal hanging on the spear apart from the chest and abdomen. The Jackal's body exploded in two, and the wielding weapon had no strength to support it and fell to the ground.

"Kill you all," the rest of the gnolls also pounced on both sides of the Centaur team. Their bodies, which were no less thin than the Centaurs, burst out with powerful strength and tried to kill them.

Kali and Drogo, who followed Chiron on both sides, also inherited the Centaur's legacy. Although it was only a short time, they were still much stronger than before. They charged forward holding their spears tightly. The powerful strength plus the momentum of running made the spears an extremely terrifying killing weapon.

With a puff, Kali swung the spear in her hand and knocked down the troll's bone stick. The spear swept across the troll's body and the troll screamed and covered his neck with both hands, leaving a gap, but was then pierced by the spear of the centaur warrior behind Kali.

The long iron spear was more like a long stick in Drogo's hand. He swung it in his strong arms and smashed the bugbear's head. Red and white sauce flowed out of the bugbear's head.

The bear goblin, whose vitality was strong enough, did not die for a while and fell to the ground gasping for breath, but was immediately trampled by the cavalry behind him and turned into meat and blood mud.

The Centaur Knights easily pierced through the animal-skinned gnolls with their spears, stringing the gnolls on their spears like wild fruits. Then they slid the spear tips down, shook off the gnolls' bodies, and continued to charge forward.

The collision between the gnolls and the centaurs instantly created a bloody battlefield on the green grassland, and countless splashes of blood and minced meat dyed the ground beneath their feet red.

Most of them were the flesh and blood of gnolls, and only a few unlucky centaurs were injured because they became the target of multiple gnolls. The impact and speed of the cavalry made it difficult for these gnolls to bite them.

Led by the powerful Chiron and several other Centaur warriors, the Centaur cavalry easily broke through the Wolf Man team. Even those strong Wolf Man barbarians could not resist the cavalry attack in this formation.

After just a simple round of attack, nearly half of these gnolls were killed. The leader of the gnoll barbarians was so frightened when he saw the Centaur cavalry passing through his own camp that he tucked his tail between his legs.

"Run, these centaurs' weapons are too powerful, we have to go back and tell the leader."

It howled quickly, causing the rest of the gnolls to flee in all directions, and he also mixed in with the fleeing gnolls and ran towards the hill nest.

The jackal fled desperately, shouting at the top of his lungs.

"Howl, wow,"

This was a signal for help and warning. The other hyenas also howled, and for a moment the grassland was filled with the howling of coyotes.

But death followed closely behind them. The Centaur cavalry that broke through the wolf camp regrouped and turned under Chiron's adjustment. They were not like the human cavalry who needed to adjust and control the horses. They had gone one step further than the unity of man and horse, so their assembly speed was much faster than that of human cavalry.

The Centaurs followed behind the Jackals, staring at their prey like the god of death. They waited until the Jackals were about to approach the hills and the signal for help was conveyed enough, then they launched a new charge.

The gnolls in front had no time to care about the Centaur cavalry behind them, because they were blocked by the Kobold knights and goblins who were good at fighting with the wind.

These two creatures fight more fiercely and brutally than any other race when they have an advantage, and they also enjoy torturing their opponents.

These goblins and gnolls rode gray wolves that were twice their size and moved around cunningly, shooting their bows and pistols recklessly, filling the limbs of the gnolls with arrows and pistols.

The trash that was once considered weak enough to be crushed to death with one hand by the jackals became deadly murderers, and one jackal after another fell on the way back to their nests.

The grasslands along the way were splattered with blood. They opened their eyes wide and looked up at the bright moon in the sky. The remaining light in their eyes was filled with unwillingness and humiliation. They would not close their eyes after dying at the hands of these green-skinned goblins and ogres.

(End of this chapter)