Under the Red Dragon

The Wargod's legion commander, the ambitious Chieftain Gnoll Yug, riding a bat-winged dragon, soared down from the mountains, heading towards the city that was rising at the foot of the Dragon Nest Mountains.

This city, established under the auspices of the White Dragon Germot, was planned to encompass the residences and villages of all races living at the foot of the Dragon Nest Mountains, without a fixed area because, in the eyes of the dragons, the larger the city, the better.

So, the outer perimeter of the city was simply enclosed by wooden fences, forming a basic city wall, merely for ease of management.

As for defense, these massive wooden fences were sufficient to deter ordinary beasts, and extraordinary beasts dared not attack a city at the heart of the dragon territory.

Since the city encompassed all the races living in the area, these races would become the first residents of the newly built city.

Therefore, even with many freemen migrating to the dragon territory and slaves/serfs acquired through trade being diverted to Wavecrest City under the Bronze Dragon Alina, the construction speed of the city under the White Dragon was still much faster than that of Wavecrest City.

However, many goblins and kobolds disliked living in the city, feeling that its strict regulations were a constraint, so they applied to city construction officials to relocate to more distant forests.

This was seen as a beneficial development for the territory's expansion and diversity, so city construction officials, after consulting relevant scholars, approved these vassals' relocation requests.

These relocated vassal races would be allocated undeveloped forests to establish villages.

However, the village heads needed to be appointed by territory officials from among the relocated vassal races, and they were required to report to the relevant territory officials periodically.

This was a gradually improving and maturing political management system within the dragon territory, constantly adapting and adjusting to govern the increasing number of residents joining the territory.

Because that was the will of the territory's supreme ruler; the will conveyed by the dragons was that no system or law could be eternally applicable, but only suitable for a specific period of development.

Except for overly fundamental and important governance policies and territorial system structures that should not be changed, other detailed regulations for governing the territory could be continuously modified to adapt to the territory's development.

If you're going to do something, do it the best!

Therefore, these officials, regardless of race or background, who were promoted and appointed based on their talent and skills, all wanted to perform well and achieve outstanding results.

As everyone knows, the early stages of a country's establishment are the easiest time to elevate one's social class, so these officials, who were considered intelligent among ordinary people, were seizing their opportunities.

And because there was no need to worry about city defense construction, the starting point for building the city was individual buildings and residences, which could gradually improve and construct the entire city by following the blueprints provided by human architectural scholars.

The original goblin camps, centaur tribe camps and villages, kobold camps, and the villages of elves and humans diverted to this area were all relocated to the city, and these residents were the labor force for building the city.

Monster vassals and residents of various races pushed carts loaded with felled timber in and out through the wide city gate openings, and the newborn kobold cubs from the past two years were now qualified laborers.

Although these new generation kobolds were not yet adults, influenced by the dragon aura, their average height exceeded that of the previous generation by a head, equivalent to a strong human teenager.

The centaur warriors were even more straightforward. Even the old, weak, women, and children of these centaur tribes were still a fighting race. They unreservedly put the tow ropes around their chests and abdomens, pulling carts of timber and stone towards the construction site.

There were also ogre slaves and troll slaves, as well as slaves of other races, who had performed well in building the dragon castle and were rewarded with their freedom.

Under long-term strict discipline, these ogres and trolls had learned to abide by the territory's laws; those who hadn't learned had become fertilizer in the dragon orchards.

There were also those war treants. The construction of the dragon fortress was largely completed, and the remaining detailed repairs no longer required these treants, so they were put to work building the city after a brief rest.

One by one, the elven druids stood on the canopies of the war treants, directing their activities.

Although treants could learn Common, some of them were not smart enough and had not yet been able to communicate fluently with other residents.

The Tree of Life originally guarded by the elves would also become a special scenic spot in the future giant city. It is worth mentioning that every city in the dragon territory has a Tree of Life planted.

This was the dragon's way of using the advantages of the Tree of Life to nurture the residents of its territory. Over time, the residents of the territory would become more and more outstanding with each generation.

And the treants were so hardworking, not only because of the power of the dragons, but also because they had received a promise. Treants could freely choose a place to settle in the dragon territory and receive the protection of the dragons.

So if residents discovered that the green areas next to the Tree of Life in the city would have fewer trees during the day, leaving only deep holes in the ground, they wouldn't be surprised, because these trees had to work during the day.

Many treants also sensed the birth of the World Tree and applied to the Forbidden Army soldiers to settle around the dragon fortress, but they were rejected.

However, the treants were given another option, which was to serve as ornamental green belts on both sides of the road to the high mountain, but they were not allowed to climb to the top.

Even so, nearly half of the treants chose this option. Being close to the aura of the World Tree was very beneficial for these plant-like magical beings, so the treants didn't care about existing as decorations.

As for the elves who originally guarded the Tree of Life, they were scattered and integrated into various cities and settlements, and the Tree of Life was no longer the exclusive treasure of the elves, but the property of the territory.

Dragons, these long-lived rulers, would also watch their territory gradually become stronger from the top of the high mountain, and the time spent might just be a short nap for the dragons.

Yug, his emotions calmed, drove his flying dragon to a halt in front of the tall wooden fence, handing his flying dragon over to the kobold guards who were guarding the city gate opening to maintain order.

Because flying over cities within the dragon's territory was not allowed without permission, even for a Gnoll Yug, who could be considered a privileged figure with significant power, only dragons could fly freely over all parts of the territory.

Yug passed through the crowded and noisy crowd. This ever-changing city covered a vast area. Although it had not yet been named, it already had its own name in the mouths of most residents—King's Landing.

In King's Landing, this city, destined to become the largest city in the dragon territory, in the off-center area near the Dragon Nest Mountains, clusters of tall buildings had already been erected, more complete and richer than the buildings in the city center.

Yug's target was this cluster of buildings in this vast area.

The entire area occupied by the building complex belonged to the Department of Magical Integration, and each building represented a branch under the Department of Magical Integration, a key area of the dragon territory today.

Therefore, around the periphery of this building complex, there were heavily guarded soldiers, and high walls separated the building complex from other buildings inside the city. Two hundred kobold guards with short crossbows and poisoned arrows hanging from their waists guarded every exit and corner of the wall.

And stationed here was also a small team of Forbidden Army soldiers, these Forbidden Army soldiers wearing full closed heavy armor stood silently in place.

Each of these warriors who could wield a greatsword into a sword flower held the thick broadsword, a light weapon used daily, on the ground, holding the hilt with both hands, scanning every creature trying to approach here.

The officer in charge of this garrison was a Forbidden Army Centurion, a mixed-blood dragonkin troll overseer.

Even as a Chieftain, a legion commander, the Gnoll Yug had to express his respect for this mixed-blood dragonkin, troll overseer, and Forbidden Army Centurion.

Not only because the other party was an officer of the Forbidden Army, whose status was naturally higher than other legion commanders, the Forbidden Army Centurion was already faintly able to contend with the Gnoll Yug.

But also because every dragonkin brought out by the dragon from the arena was a very powerful warrior, this troll overseer used his heavy blade to smash at least eight war treants on the battlefield of the Greenwild Forest, and was a presence that was noted in the eyes of the territory's supreme ruler, Caron.

Moreover, although all races within the dragon territory were mixed and distributed, the dragonkin troll overseer had actually broken free from the limitations of the troll race and become a new dragonkin race.

However, the powerful strength and the status of wielding great power still allowed this dragonkin troll to gain the support of many trolls in the territory, and a considerable force was gathered around him.

"Zuga, I didn't expect you to be guarding here. It seems this place is very important," Yug greeted the other party. These particularly brave warriors could be considered acquaintances, and they had even drunk celebratory wine together after the war in the Greenwild Forest plane.

"Stop, Yug, this place is not allowed to approach. Even you, without permission, cannot approach within three steps, otherwise I can only kill you!"

The voice of the mixed-blood dragonkin troll overseer was muffled and low. This Forbidden Army Centurion wore custom-made heavy armor, and the blood-red cloak behind him resembled the scale color of a red dragon. The tall body and heavy weapon looked particularly oppressive.

"We've known each other, drank together, but you're so strict," the Gnoll Yug was slightly speechless. He still remembered the scene of drinking and having fun with the other party at the celebration banquet. The troll overseer wasn't like this in private.

"I have a token given by the king," Yug handed the token to the other party without hesitation.

"The will of the king cannot be violated, Yug. I'll find you for a drink another day, and call two troll girls." The mixed-blood dragonkin checked the token and nodded to the soldiers behind him, indicating that there was no problem.

"Forget it, I'm not interested in trolls, but drinking is no problem, you're welcome," Yug took back the token and hid it back in his chest, and then said: "By the way, Zuga, how do I get to the Alchemy Department? I'm afraid it's the same as outside, and if I take the wrong path, I'll lose my life directly."

"Hehe, first room on the right," the dragonkin troll's low laughter echoed in the muffled mask. He laughed: "There's no danger inside, just a group of mages who like to study and strange scholars!"

How long does it take to cultivate a top scholar and research magician?

This is not much different from cultivating a top scientist, requiring at least twenty years to start.

And by the time all the knowledge has been learned, without creating new schools of knowledge and breaking through the original shackles, one will be limited by thinking and body because the body begins to enter middle age and weaken.

The longer the world's civilization develops, the more knowledge needs to be learned, but the peak period and lifespan of most people, including mages, will not increase. They will not be able to make due brilliant achievements because of the limitations of lifespan and body.

It is clear that there are countless treasures of knowledge waiting to be opened in the mind, but they are annihilated by the short life. Therefore, the civilizations of most worlds can only wait for those geniuses like meteors to shine in a very short period of time.

Therefore, Caron instructed the Blue Dragon Dos to start a plan - the King of Knowledge.

Every talent who reaches the peak in any field of knowledge will be listed as a candidate target by the Dragon Group Territory. As long as they are willing to be loyal to the Giant Dragon, the Giant Dragon will extend their lifespan and allow them to return to their peak.

The ancient magic empire had magic kings, and Caron's future empire would have knowledge kings.

Of course, although the fruit of the Tree of Life can achieve this effect, the annual output of the Tree of Life is limited, and these treasures are also useful to the dragons, so the original plan was difficult to achieve.

The fundamental reason for the realization of this plan lies in Tichi, the magic alchemist that Caron bought from the orc slaves after a quick glance.

Magic alchemist Tichi is just a low-level mage, but he has lived for two hundred years.

Almost all of his internal organs, except for his bones, skin, and head, have been replaced by himself. This is why he looks like an old man in his sixties or seventies, but the vitality inside his body is more vigorous than that of an eighteen-year-old teenager.

However, because the internal organs in the body come from different kinds of creatures, the long-term conflict has tortured this alchemical transformation madman to the point of being worse than death, and the power of the low-level mage has also been exhausted in maintaining the conflict between the internal organs.

So this alchemical transformation madman turned to research in another direction: bloodline transformation adaptation and final bloodline evolution.

To this end, he secretly hunted many intelligent race creatures, extracted bloodlines, and ran to the island continent of the Orc Kingdom to trap those ancient orc bloodlines and extract their bloodlines for research.

For humans, the bloodline of orcs is more compatible. Tichi quickly determined his goal. Of course, the most important thing is that Tichi's strength is only orcs who are his choice, because this requires a lot of sample research, and other intelligent races are quite exclusive, and he can't handle it.

However, although he achieved some results, he was caught because he recruited a female orc to experiment with his newly changed big bird but did not give enough rewards.

When Kalon learned the reason, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He could only say that talented people might have their own quirks. Compared to some particularly twisted fetishes, this alchemical modification maniac's hobby was nothing.

After Kalon studied the alchemical modification maniac's achievements, he finally finalized the plan.

Tich would also use his research results to prove that the manufactured dragon blood potion would gradually allow the modified person to adapt to this power, increase their endurance, and also obtain some diluted amplification, including strength and lifespan.

If necessary, Kalon could also bestow dragon blood upon those loyal warriors in the future, and the success rate would be greatly increased, no longer requiring extremely strong willpower and luck as before.

Therefore, after Tich swore allegiance to the dragon and signed a contract of eternal loyalty, he received the first fruit of life sent by Kalon, which healed the modification maniac's body, healed the conflicts and traumas of his internal organs, and restored his youth.

The gnoll Yugu didn't know what kind of modification maniac he was about to face, but when he was assigned by the dragon group to be an apprentice's assistant and led into the laboratory, he couldn't help but feel a chill.

The rejuvenated Tich buried himself behind complex magical instruments and concentrated on operating them, but Yugu's gaze was not on him, but on the countless various swollen reproductive organs soaked in the laboratory's potions.

Even Yugu, who was powerful enough to dare to challenge the young red dragon, couldn't help but feel a cold wind blowing between his legs.

The powerful warrior Yugu looked helplessly at the apprentice who quietly closed the door and walked away. He cleared his throat and stammeringly greeted the scholar who looked serious about his research, "Are you Master Tich... Tich? I am here on the order of my king. He has promised you what you should do!"

"Oh, the generous dragon lord has finally remembered his loyal and eager subordinates," the young Tich raised his head excitedly, a pair of crystal glasses perched on his nose, flashing a cold light that Yugu found particularly chilling.

"That's really good news, gnoll. You brought me good luck. I've decided to grant you a request. I heard that your gnoll's birds are not very big. How about I change one for you?"

Tich looked at Yugu with an inquisitive gaze that Yugu found even more invasive than the dragon's gaze, scanning Yugu's entire body, especially his crotch, making him feel cold.

"Let me tell you, I've tried dozens of kinds of birds and found that donkeys and horses are the best. Although they are just ordinary beasts, their structure is particularly beautiful."

Tich rubbed his hands excitedly, then affectionately grabbed the somewhat weak-legged Yugu and smiled, "Let's do it now. Anyway, that red beast can't escape. Let's finish your surgery first, and we can go later."

This alchemical modification maniac babbled endlessly, "In my opinion, that young red dragon is simply not worthy of being in the same race as the noble king, Lord Kalon. He's like a simple, somewhat intelligent beast."

"Last time, I just wanted to take a look at the structure of the dragon bird, and he wanted to eat me. Damn it, why isn't he as polite as Lord Kalon!"

The gnoll Yugu was sweating profusely. He felt that his arrival might have been a wrong choice. He was very worried that the young red dragon would kill him too.

"Oh, don't worry. I got Lord Kalon's permission and specially researched a potion for dragons. As long as it's injected, even the young red dragon will feel weak and let me touch him, oh no, draw blood."

Tich saw Yugu's worry and continued to babble, "The premise is that it must be injected. That depends on you. First, confuse him, and then suddenly give him a shot. Tsk tsk, what a wonderful idea."

Yugu didn't want to stay in this laboratory any longer, because Tich's hands were already starting to get restless. He quickly ran out of the laboratory and shouted, "Forget it, Master Tich... Tich, let's complete the king's instructions first!"

Tich smiled and carried a large box from behind, chasing after him.

A long time later, from among the mountains and canyons, suddenly a dragon's soul-stirring cry rang out.

"I want to see Kalon! I, Kediros, am also a dragon! I, Kediros, am also a red dragon! I, Kediros, can also be loyal!"