The Journey of the Rainbow Dragon

Chapter 151 Your daughter is really nice~

The leader of the people and horses waved to the tribesmen, and the people and horses finally let go of their worries.

Before enjoying the delicious food, this sturdy centaur leader led the tribe in a simple and solemn ceremony:

He first placed a food offering at a specific location in the northeastern corner of the tribe, and then began to pray for the blessings of the God of Centaurs and Horses.

His expression was very solemn, with his hands clasped together, looking up to the sky, his eyes focused and pious.

His movements were very slow and precise. First he slowly stretched out his arms with his palms outward, as if he was petitioning to heaven.

Then he put his palms together, hugged his chest tightly, and then ended the entire sacrificial ceremony.

Ron looked at the pious eyes of everyone, thoughtfully.

All in all, it seems that I don't have many followers. Apart from the few followers in the Blackstone Tribe and Windmill Town, there is no development.

Now the thousands of units of divine power in Ron's body are all transformed by the power of faith that came from the supreme scepter. In fact, there is no fixed source.

"Perhaps I should really recruit more followers to spread the power of faith."

Ron touched his chin and thought quietly.

"A centaur tribe?"

When the ceremony was over, the leader of the centaurs greeted everyone to start enjoying the food.

They gathered in twos and threes in front of the iron pot and the bonfire, using specially sharpened stone knives to pick out the meat from the pot and enjoy the delicious food.

Ron was led by the centaur leader to the largest iron pot in the center of the bonfire.

Obviously, the place had been cleared in advance. Only the leader and Ron were present in the nearly two-meter-wide black iron pot.

"Sir, this is it. If you don't mind, I can stay and serve you."

"Um."

Ron agreed casually, and then curiously fiddled with the pile of complicated condiments next to the iron pot.

The centaur leader carefully looked at Ron's face and saw that he showed no sign of boredom, then quietly sat down.

Some dragons refuse to eat with others. If Ron shows this tendency, he will leave here without hesitation and let Ron enjoy the food alone.

As for why he had to stay, the Centaur leader also had his own reasons.

The activities of the Red Army gang became more and more frequent, and the oppressed centaurs had to keep moving and hiding near the Two Boundary Mountains in the Red Earth Highlands.

Once the centaurs are discovered by the human legion, at best they will be captured as slaves, at worst they will be killed on the spot!

If I can get help from this giant dragon.

"Gululu~~~"

The meat pieces tumbling in the pot are bright red in color, fat but not greasy, and have moderate hardness.

Stacked next to the iron pot were green vegetables that only the clan leader could enjoy. These were varieties that Ron had never seen before. They were fresh and refreshing.

But Ron is not a vegetarian, so he naturally disdains these vegetables.

Summoning a ball of water, he washed his paws a little.

Ron stretched out a dragon claw and tentatively took out a piece of meat from the pot and put it into his mouth, chewing it carefully.

The delicious taste made him open his eyes instantly.

The stew of the Centaur tribe is a delicacy called "Toljuk" and is also one of the traditional dishes of the Centaur tribe.

Its main ingredients are different types of magical beasts (sometimes also adding dried beast meat purchased from human caravans), such as "Three-winged Flame Eagle" or "Wing-footed Wolf" and so on.

After processing, the meat of these beasts is cut into evenly sized pieces and marinated with special seasonings.

The cooking skills of the centaurs are very unique.

They like to hang the marinated beast meat on the fire and grill it with special oak charcoal crushed by the hooves of horses and men.

This method is said to allow the meat to maintain a unique flavor.

During the barbecue process, the centaurs will also add a rare spice called "flaming vine", which can make the meat more delicious.

What is shocking is that this tedious and complicated process is just the beginning of making "Thor Megak"!

After the barbecue, the centaurs will put the beast meat that has been roasted to 70% cooked into the iron pot, and add some special seasonings passed down from generation to generation by the centaurs, such as "blue stone grass mixture" and "desert pepper powder".

Then, under the careful control of the fire by several centaurs, this pot of delicious food with a unique fragrance will be slowly simmered by the fire.

Ultimately, each successful toljuk will take on its own unique taste, some spicy, some sweet, and some with a hint of bitterness.

It sounds a lot like witches soup, but nothing like it.

These flavors are created by the perfect combination of different main ingredients and seasonings. Each ratio is extremely precise. One point less or one point more will greatly compromise the taste!

It's hard to imagine how this group of humans and horses wandering in the wilderness could master such crude yet exquisite cooking techniques.

"Hulu~~Hulu"

Ron quickly emptied the roasted meat from the pot. In the end, he felt that it was not enough to eat, so he simply picked up the whole cauldron and raised his head to show off.

Although it was not as exquisite as Vivian's delicious food, this rough and unrestrained "Toljuk" gave Ron a different feeling.

Just like if you are used to eating big fish and meat, occasionally eating a meal of wotou with wild vegetables will give you a unique flavor.

This made him want to take over this group of people even stronger.

[To capture the heart of a giant dragon, you must first conquer its stomach—Dragon Vein Warlock Swickin. 】

"belch--"

Putting down the clean iron pot, Ron patted his belly with satisfaction and burped.

He turned to look at the dumbfounded centaur leader.

"Well, your stew is pretty good. Let's communicate with Hogg and the others in the future to develop more new dishes~"

"Oh, okay."

The centaur leader nodded mechanically. He was frightened by the huge mouth of the abyss that suddenly appeared just now.

Can you imagine the shocking feeling of a two-meter-long baby dragon whose mouth suddenly becomes four or five meters wide? The centaur leader just felt it at close range.

After he agreed to Ron's instructions, he suddenly realized something was wrong.

etc! Who is Hogg? Why do the centaurs want to develop new dishes with him?

The centaur leader looked confused, and then cautiously asked the dragon beside him:

"Um, Lord Ron, who are you talking about Hogg?"

Ron took out a birch toothpick from somewhere, and while picking his teeth, he observed Lilia, who was covered in pure white and chewing vegetable leaves not far away.

"Oh, are you talking about Hogg? He is my dependent, and he is now the second in command of the Blackstone Tribe."

"Forehead"

At this time, the Centaur leader had countless complaints in his heart, but because the other party was too strong, he could only endure it.

"Is this Mr. Hogg also in the Red Earth Highlands?"

"Of course not."

The leader of the men and horses is a little confused. No one is in the Red Earth Highlands, so let us go find him? .

"What do you mean?"

"Don't you understand yet?"

Ron finally retracted his gaze from Lilia and turned to look at the tall, but slightly reserved leader of the centaur.

"I"

The centaur leader had already guessed something, but he still didn't speak after all.

What he originally wanted to do was hire this dragon master to teach the human legion that had been harassing them recently.

Unexpectedly, the other party has a greater appetite and directly wants to accept them as relatives.

Centaurs are a lawful good race, and there are not a few people who become kin of dragons. The key depends on whether the opponent is a dragon of the lawful camp.

If it is an evil five-color dragon, they will not surrender even if they are killed.

Seemingly seeing the doubts in his heart, Ron patiently explained:

"Don't worry, I'm not one of those five-color dragons. I can barely be considered a lawful camp. And I won't ask you to do anything. Just provide me with faith and food."

After saying that, Ron muttered in his heart:

"If chaotic good can be considered lawful."

After he came out of Tina's room, he found Morey from the library to do another camp appraisal for him. After confirming that the results were the same as what Tina told him, he felt relieved.

What he didn't know was that Tina actually detected two camp tendencies, while Morey only detected one.

"Please allow me to think about this."

The Centaur leader frowned, thinking about the pros and cons of becoming a familiar.

Ron ignored the Centaur leader's confusion.

What he just said was a notification, not a discussion.

The final wish of the Centaur leader doesn't actually matter. If he refuses, Ron doesn't mind taking control of the entire Centaur tribe by force.

[If I can’t conquer the Rose Kingdom, I can’t conquer your little tribe of centaurs? 】

Ron continued to look at Lilia.

Under Ron's unscrupulous gaze, this pure white little pony had noticed Mr. Dragon's naked gaze.

Lilia buried her head shyly on her mother's chest, her pure white ponytail swaying slightly, not daring to look at Ron.

"Your daughter is really nice."

When the centaur leader hesitated, Ron suddenly spoke.