The Journey of the Rainbow Dragon

Ron lowered his head and looked curiously at the white little pony in front of him.

This was the first time he saw a pure white centaur. If he had two wings, he could cosplay a Pegasus girl.

He was completely unaware of how much psychological harm he had caused to an underage little pony by shocking him and blowing out the fire.

"Damn it!"

Sandy and Gar didn't know when they regained their ability to move, and they attacked Ron crazily with their hunting spears.

"Bang!" "Bang!"

With a single sweep of the slender dragon's tail, the two adults who escaped from the dragon's control were knocked away.

The war spear waved in the air, and then stuck around Lilia with a pop.

The two men and horses were unable to react in the face of this incomparable force.

They rolled, knocking over several tents in the distance, and finally stopped when they hit a boulder.

"Cough cough cough"

At this time, blood was flowing out of the corners of the eyes and mouths of the two centaurs. The most serious thing was that their limbs were fractured to varying degrees. Gar's left hand had been completely twisted into a ball of twists.

Groans of pain echoed throughout the centaur camp.

This was the result of Ron showing mercy.

If he hadn't controlled his strength, the two men would have been beaten to pieces by the dragon's tail.

Although the surrounding centaurs also wanted to rescue, the heavy dragon pressure made their horses' legs tremble, and they could not control their trembling bodies at all, let alone move.

"elder brother!"

Lilia cried and shouted, wanting to rescue her two brothers whose life and death were unknown.

Unfortunately, her body was too weak and she collapsed to the ground under the overwhelming power of the dragon.

As the centaur closest to Ron, Lilia was naturally the most able to feel how terrifying the abyss-like pressure was.

Lilia raised her head with difficulty and looked at the colorful dragon in front of her with tears in her eyes.

"Mr. Giant Dragon, can you let your brothers go? Their meat is not delicious. Eat mine."

Ron shook his head.

Needless to say, Ron had already let go of the two men who attacked him.

He came here to ask questions, not to get snacks.

It's a pity that Sandy and Gar didn't seem to understand the dragon's kindness.

After climbing up with difficulty, they picked up a cast-iron spear scattered around and continued to charge forward with red eyes.

"Damn dragon! Let go of my sister!" X2

Sandy and Gar had never had such a tacit understanding at this time. The two held spears and attacked from both sides of the dragon's wings, and their four hooves seemed to form a phantom.

"Da da da"

They almost simultaneously waved their spears and charged towards the mountain-sized real dragon. It seemed like they were going to hit the rocks with their eggs, but in reality they were running desperately in the direction of their sister.

The two made eye contact before running off.

"You take your sister and run away, I'll hold him back"

"You take your sister and run away, I'll hold him back"

[Ron: So, you two have no tacit understanding at all! 】

Sometimes, these two brothers have very similar personalities.

But at this time, Sandy and Gar had no time to care about anything else. They almost made the same action while running:

He raised the spear in his hand, tensed his body, and concentrated all his strength into his arms. The muscles in his arms suddenly began to contract violently, and hard lumps bulged out one by one, as if they were about to explode.

As his power was gradually released, his arms suddenly became extremely thick, the blood vessels gradually protruded, and the blood continued to surge.

[War Spear Throwing]!

This is the centaur's natural ability. Each throw will put a huge burden on the arm muscles. It can usually only be used 1-3 times a day at most.

If used continuously, it may cause the entire arm to become useless.

But at this time, the two of them could no longer care about so much.

Sandy and Gar had never been so focused. They leaned back, rotated their bodies slightly, and assumed a throwing posture that could be called a textbook for a man or a horse.

At this time, they only have eyes for the giant dragon!

Sudden!

Their arms began to shake without warning, making their muscles more tense and their strength more concentrated, like an enraged beast.

When the center of gravity of the body fell on the soles of the front feet, the two men suddenly retracted their bodies, and their bodies fell forward like a spring. The hand holding the spear used an instant force to throw the war spear out of the hand, spinning rapidly in the air.

"call out--"

When two war spears tore through the air and flew toward the enemy.

Their muscles have also reached their peak state, like the peaks of mountains, shining in the moonlight.

At this moment, the power of the man and horse was perfectly unleashed, as if no animal in the world could match it.

Even Ron couldn't help but exclaim: "Good shot!"

Unfortunately, the differences between species eclipse all skills.

"boom!"

The sixty-five-meter-long huge dragon wing waved lightly, and the wind pressure brought by the dragon wing alone sent the two charged spears flying into the distance.

Then the two Heaven-covering Dragon Claws instantly captured the two brothers who were flying towards Lilia.

"I said."

Ron speechlessly reached out and held down the two "little people", letting their four hooves flap wildly on the ground.

For him, these creatures that jumped no higher than his knees were indeed too small.

They were so small that when they were in their true form, they had to control their strength and be careful not to accidentally crush them to death.

"Don't move around. It's very difficult to hold down the ant and ensure that it doesn't get killed."

"Also, when did I hurt your sisters?"

Hearing this, the two brothers who were struggling desperately stopped suddenly.

The two looked at each other sideways in silence. [Ron also thoughtfully moved the dragon claw that blocked his view a little]

Sandy and Gar did understand each other this time.

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After the dragon falls

Surely no clan members were harmed?

The only two injured brothers were knocked away because they rushed towards the dragon.

Lilia didn't seem to understand the situation.

She was still kneeling on the ground, hugging Ron's dragon claw, and kept repeating the words of begging for mercy with tears in her eyes.

"Tsk tsk tsk, can't you guys just relax a little? I'm just here to ask a few questions."

Ron said helplessly.

It's really difficult to ask for directions in this unfamiliar place.

Just when the scene was frozen, a deep voice suddenly came from the silent main camp tent.

"Powerful dragon, please take back your dragon power. The centaurs and horses will tell you everything. I just ask you to be merciful."

A muscular man covered in brown and nearly four meters tall slowly walked out of the main tent.

He was the leader of the men and horses who had not shown up before. He was slowly walking towards Ron with a fine steel war spear.

"Da da da"

Unlike Sandy and Gar, who broke through Longwei's control because of their power to protect their families, the leader who had been promoted to the master level stood in front of Ron based on his own strength.

Although Ron only exudes a little dragon power now, these three men are proud enough to be able to withstand this.

Ron nodded, gently released the two men, and slowly withdrew the dragon's power.

"Lilia!"

"elder brother!"

The brother and sister immediately rushed towards each other after breaking away from Long Wei's control, and the three of them hugged each other tightly.

The touching scene made the surrounding females and horses look envious.

The Centaurs and Horses are not a ruthless race, but it is rare to find people like these three who can fight against the dragon without hesitation for the safety of their families.

Now only the Centaur leader and Ron were left staring at each other.

"Ahem."

The leader of the centaur coughed, indicating that he had lost the eye-to-eye contest.

He turned to look at the bewildered tribesmen holding weapons, and scolded loudly:

"What are you looking at? Put away your weapons, start a fire and cook. Remember to cook all the food you hunted today. We must entertain this powerful dragon!"

He knew very well that killing them was as simple as eating and drinking water from such a giant dragon, so he had no intention of fighting the enemy at all.

Offering your tribe's precious food means surrender in the wilderness rules.

The people around him didn't dare to refute, and they all nodded in agreement.

But when they dispersed, they all subconsciously tried to stay as far away from the huge dragon as possible, for fear of offending him.

The centaur leader turned to look at Ron and said awkwardly:

"Lord Dragon."

Ron saw his reserve and said casually

"Just call me Ron."

The leader of the centaur finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the giant dragon in front of him had a more peaceful attitude.

It seems that the other party is a good dragon, otherwise he would not let weak creatures know his name easily.

The leader of the men and horses inserted the war spear into the ground beside him, then lowered his head and said respectfully:

"Okay, Sir Ron, what information do you need to know?"

"I swear by the honor of the Centaur clan that I will tell you everything I know, and I will tell you everything I know."

Ron nodded with satisfaction and controlled his body to shrink slightly, turning into a crystal dragon that was almost five meters long.

This makes it easier to communicate with each other.

"Find a quiet place. I have something to ask you. I don't like talking in crowded places."

"Sorry, I'm too impatient. Please come here with me."

The centaur leader took Ron away from everyone and came to the tent where he was resting.

There is no one here, other people and horses will go far around here when walking, which is more suitable for talking.

Obviously, the Centaur leader also knew that what the dragon wanted to say must be something unusual. The less the tribesmen knew, the safer they would be.

Ron took a look around and casually arranged two magic circles. All the noisy sounds were immediately isolated outside, and the magic circle space became extremely silent.

At this time, he has deployed detection magic [Detect Lies] to prevent the centaur leader from playing tricks.

Ron held his chin with his left hand, lying on the ground and tilting his head to look at the strong centaur leader, and asked in a low voice:

"Do you know where the elves live now?"

"As far as I know, they should still have contact with the Centaur clan."

The centaur leader heard this and looked a little confused.

Elves? Those with long ears?

Although there are records in the clan, centaurs and elves were once very friendly partners.

But this is already the old almanac hundreds of years ago.

The elves mysteriously disappeared in the Karen continent hundreds of years ago. Even the old people of the centaurs and horses did not know what happened. Since then, the centaurs and horses have lost contact with the elves.

I don’t know where this dragon master got the information from.

Although the Centaur leader wanted to tell Ron the information and get him out of here quickly.

But under the gaze of the nine-colored dragon eyes, he did not dare to lie and could only tell the truth:

"Sorry, Lord Ron, I have lived in the Red Earth Highlands for nearly a hundred years, and I have never seen an elf."

"I think they might have perished long ago."

Ron frowned when he heard this:

"Yeah?"

"But you."

Ron asked a few more questions one after another, and the Centaur leader answered them all truthfully. He indeed knew nothing about the elves.

"Why"

Ron sighed and withdrew the detection magic.

He had searched several suspicious locations just now, but still couldn't find any clues about the elves.

As a last resort, he came to look for these centaurs who traveled north and south and were close to the elves to inquire about the situation.

Unfortunately, looking at the Centaur leader's behavior, it seems that the Centaur clan has also lost contact with the Elf clan.

Seeing Ron's disappointed look, the leader of the Centaur suddenly felt bad.

No one can guarantee what a disappointed dragon will do. He quickly explained:

"Maybe I'm too young and haven't come into contact with the elves. Maybe the old horse will know something."

"Old man horse?"

Ron looked at him doubtfully.

"Yes, he is the oldest centaur in our tribe. He has traveled around for many years and has broken the upper limit of the centaur's lifespan. He has lived for more than two hundred years."

"If anyone in the Centaur tribe knows the most information, it must be him."

Ron looked at the talkative leader of the Centaur with deep eyes.

"Oh? You didn't abandon that old horse?"

Individual centaurs who cannot keep up with the tribe's migration will be abandoned behind. Ron still knows this knowledge.

You know, the centaurs generally enter old age after the age of 80. Their normal life span is about 150 years, but few centaurs live to that extent.

Once a centaur enters old age, the centaur will basically be abandoned by the tribe during migration, leaving it to fend for itself.

This is the natural law of survival of the fittest, and no one will violate the law of nature.

So it stands to reason that the leader of the Centaur would never support an old horse to hold him back, not to mention that the other party is over two hundred years old, and it is probably a problem whether he can stand up.

"You know what will happen if you deceive a dragon, right?"

Ron looked at the centaur leader and said calmly.

He allows the other party not to know the information he needs, but he never allows the other party to deliberately deceive him.

"How dare I deceive you? It's because..."

The leader of the centaur said this, scratched his head and said with some embarrassment

"He's my godfather and my stepfather."

"I really don't want him to become a 'forced settler,' so I keep forcing him to live in the tribe. I carry him on my back when we usually move."

Yo ho

Can't you see that you are still a filial son?

Ron cracked his mouth and stared at the centaur leader.

Then his body shrank again and turned into a two-meter-long baby dragon, so that he could enter and exit the tent at will.

Ron pointed to the largest tent.

"The old man you are talking about is the weak aura in here, right?"

The centaur leader nodded:

"Your eyes are as bright as stars, and your insight and thinking ability are like a wise eagle soaring high in the sky."

After a lot of flattery, the Centaur leader wiped the corners of his mouth and said respectfully:

"Yes, he usually stays in bed to recuperate."

"Then take me in."

Ron nodded, satisfied with the other person's flattery.

Who doesn’t want to hear good things from others.

"correct."

Looking at the leader of the people leading the way, Ron suddenly said something.

"You can say more like this next time, I like to hear it."

"Yes, Lord Ron."

The centaur leader said respectfully.

"brush"

As the curtain door of the main tent was opened.

The figure of an old horse lying on the blanket appeared in Ron's field of vision.

He seemed to be aware of someone coming, and reluctantly supported his body with his withered arms, slowly raised his wrinkled old face, looked at the door and asked in a low voice:

"Is it little Kaz?"

Ron frowned and looked at the old pony.

The other party's physical condition was what he expected, but what made people fearful was that.

There were only two black and purple holes left in the eyes of this old horse lying on the bed!