Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

The lizardfolk speak the language of dragons, which they believe was taught by dragons from ancient times.

The lizardfolk tribes that live within the dragon's territory usually offer tribute to the dragon to win its favor. Evil dragons will also use lizardmen to achieve their evil purposes, turning them into raiders and predators.

And this is the old shaman who made a perhaps correct judgment based on the inheritance from ancient times.

"I hope so."

"I just want to lead the tribe to survive."

Looking at the valley that was about to be occupied, Ake silently led the tribe to a more remote corner.

In the previous cave, more than twenty people of the tribe were devoured by monsters in the darkness, and they could no longer accept greater losses.

"It will be as you wish."

The old shaman looked at the family members coming and going and said calmly.

Unlike the inherently evil race, these lizardmen are more like cold-blooded reptiles.

They have no traditional moral concepts and believe that good and evil are completely foreign concepts. They are truly absolutely neutral creatures. However, they will still kill when it is expedient and survive at all costs.

And the battle for position continues.

"Ouch——"

The twelve flying dragons roared down and occupied the most spacious rock in the valley unstoppably.

The goblins and kobolds evaded and dispersed, for fear of being crushed by some blind flying dragon, which would be a disaster for them.

But then, a louder roar came from above.

The Chimera, who was the undisputed hero of this battle, even though she was bruised and bruised, came to the meeting with great energy and drove away several flying dragons.

He allowed his huge body to occupy a wide space alone, and no one dared to approach.

"Brainless beast."

Trump stood at the front and saw the arrogant Chimera beside him. He deliberately pushed up the disproportionate silver-rimmed glasses on his face, showing a condescending attitude.

However, as a true elder in the valley, the chief steward of the Burning Ember Nest, and one of the few spellcasters, he does have this qualification.

"That's right, that's right."

"Who doesn't know that you are the master's true confidant?"

The kobold Gold Tooth took advantage of the opportunity to squeeze in beside Trump, flattering him with a smile on his face. His body looked even smaller and stooped against the backdrop of the three-meter-tall ogre.

Since he offended the great goblin leader Doro last time, he was determined to hug the thick legs of the ogre magician. Only in this way could he stabilize the kobold's position in the lair and barely compete with the goblins.

Trump snorted noncommittally, but he was actually happy inside.

"Boss, I'm so hungry."

"Is the master going to give us some meat?"

"After calling so many goblins over, the master must have agreed to let us eat goblin meat."

The ogres discussed loudly without scruples, which made the nearby goblins feel numb and couldn't help but move farther away from them. Some even wanted to report the situation to Doro.

When Trump saw this, his face turned black immediately, and he hit the ogre "Big Head" who initiated this topic with a stick on the head.

"Eat, eat, eat, just know how to eat!"

Datou rubbed his head, his face was full of grievances, and he wanted to make excuses.

Rumple called a group of ogres with a serious face.

He first drew a goblin pattern on the ground with branches and branches, then wrote a Common Language word on the side, pointed at it, and said in as gentle a tone as possible:

"Come, read to me, companions."

"food!"

The ogres shouted in unison.

Trump's smile froze, his face became gloomy, and veins popped out in the hand holding the wooden stick.

Although they had been companions for a long time, the goblins watching on the sidelines were even more frightened and wanted to sneak away immediately for fear of being caught and eaten by some stupid young man.

The leader of the hobgoblin, Doro, was standing not far away. He looked at Rumpu, who was disciplining the ogre, and a trace of anger flashed in his small yellow eyes - it was the ogre who caused trouble last time and made him appear in front of his master. Made a fool of himself.

"Look at these ogres."

"I really don't know what else is on their mind besides food."

"How can something like this manage the Ember Nest well?"

The hobgoblin folded his hands and said to the bugbear beside him, seemingly unintentionally. His voice was not loud, but it was extremely clear, so that everyone nearby could hear it clearly.

Although these ogres couldn't quite understand what he was saying, they could tell from his tone that he was mocking them, so they gathered around to confront him with big sticks.

"Ho, ho!"

"Would you like to be turned into a snack, goblin?"

Several strong bugbears immediately stood in front of the hobgoblin. Although they were not as tall as the ogres, they were no less physically strong and more well-trained.

Even the ordinary goblins stood up timidly and reluctantly offered help.

"What do you mean?"

"Ugly big man, get out of here!"

The ogre magician stared coldly at the hobgoblin who was blocked behind the bugbear, and then said:

"Commander Doluo, my master has warned you last time. I hope you can learn a lesson and stop causing trouble."

These words seemed to be persuasive, but in Doro's view, they were insinuations.

The hobgoblin was immediately furious, and his red skin turned even redder.

"Rump, what do you mean?"

The ogre magician looked down at him and said: "This is a gathering notified by the master personally. If you dare to stir up trouble here - I don't need to tell you what will happen."

"Huh, let's see."

"Come with me."

The hobgoblin snorted coldly, then turned around and left with his subordinates to go to other locations.

Doluo's face looked particularly ugly at this time.

He didn't originally want to conflict with the ogre on such an important occasion. He just wanted to take advantage of his words and consume Trump's prestige. He never expected that he would end up stealing the chicken but losing the rice. Instead, he would be disadvantaged. .

Jinya and several kobolds gathered next to Trump, his expression even more flattering, and he continued to flatter him for free:

"These vulgar goblins are really ignorant. Your wisdom is beyond comparison with theirs."

The kobolds were happy to see the goblins who had been in conflict deflated.

"Roar--"

A distant, powerful roar came from the sky.

Suddenly, all kinds of monsters in the valley, whether they were arguing, cursing, roaring or struggling together, all involuntarily stopped what they were doing and looked up to the sky.

The valley became silent for a while, and the noise stopped.

I saw the red dragon descending from the sky, spreading its wings, and landed on the highest point of the cliff.

Its shadow casts over many family members.

——The host of this gathering has finally arrived.