Under the Red Dragon

Even in autumn, the vast grasslands remain lush, allowing this fertile land to sustain numerous races.

Green Dragon Ellie and Blue Dragon Calite lay prone on the crest of a low hill in the grassland, crushing the lush grass and thorns beneath them.

Around them, rows of quiet, docile wyverns stood, their dragon riders sitting beside their mounts, quietly wiping the blades of their longswords while replenishing their food and water.

On the rolling hills beside them, several tall sentry posts stood atop the peaks, many kobold sentries watching the movements around the grassland.

The morning sun shone through the thick clouds, casting beams and patches of light on the lakes and water areas of the grassland, making them look like mirrors inlaid in the earth.

The autumn grassland is relatively dry, so there is always a lot of fine dust flying in the beams of light, but the blue dragons like this drier environment, which makes their scales more dazzling.

Compared to the beautiful-scaled Blue Dragon Calite, the scales of Ellie, the Green Dragon, appeared dimmer at this time, and even though the dragon clan had never treated her harshly, the Green Dragon's body was gradually becoming thinner.

Whether Green Dragon Ellie herself noticed this change is unknown, but at least at this moment, the Green Dragon was not worried about her physical condition.

The Green Dragon picked at the bloodstained and fleshy bits stuck in her fangs with the claws on her wings. The wealth of the dragon clan's territory far exceeded this wild dragon's imagination. She could eat her fill of the food on the grassland without worrying about the threat of other creatures.

This was a sense of satisfaction and security that she had never experienced during her wandering life.

"Burp," Green Dragon Ellie burped, turned her head, and said to the Blue Dragon, who was also cleaning up the traces of her meal, "Calite, why don't we give up on fighting those orc armies head-on, and run to the orcs' lairs, burn them down, plunder their wealth? Their prime forces are all out, so their lairs will definitely be unable to withstand the punishment of dragons!"

In the past few days, Blue Dragon Calite and Green Dragon Ellie had been leading a legion of hundreds of wyverns to scout the orc tribal armies that had been bewitched and united by the Orc Kingdom, and every night, when the orc coalition armies set up camp, they would harass and raid them.

Burning the orc coalition's tents and grain, driving away the herds of horses and sheep gathered by the orc coalition as reserve food and tools, and killing the careless orc sentries and warriors.

Despite not engaging in direct combat, the wyverns had still lost about a dozen.

The orcs on the grassland did not have the ability to mass-produce ironware and make sophisticated arrows, but they obtained some supplies through trade with the Orc Kingdom, exchanging furs and cattle for weapons, and then these furs and cattle were resold into the dragon clan's territory.

Moreover, the grand chieftain of the orc tribal coalition was a very powerful warrior. Krainaia, the red dragon who was already in slumber, used to like flying to the orc tribes to find powerful warriors to challenge.

But even with Krainaia's personality, she had never challenged that orc grand chieftain, Detann. Although Grand Chieftain Detann was somewhat wary of the dragon clan's power, if the young red dragon rashly challenged the chieftain's authority, she might be killed directly.

Upon hearing this, Blue Dragon Calite stopped her movements, her long neck twisting as her delicate head turned towards Green Dragon Ellie, staring into the Green Dragon's pale green pupils. From behind the Green Dragon's vertical pupils, the green iris clearly showed the Green Dragon's desire to bewitch.

Green dragons are always thinking about bewitching others, making them act according to their own ideas, which is also what makes them particularly repulsive to other dragons.

"This is Chiron's plan, to defeat those orcs whose morale has been affected here. We cannot abandon our army," Blue Dragon Calite said calmly, her eyes flashing with contempt for the Green Dragon. The Green Dragon, who was being clever but short-sighted, completely did not understand the priorities, acting like ordinary dragons who act according to their own preferences.

But she didn't want her mission to be hindered. She urgently needed some credit to prove her ability and value, so the Blue Dragon endured her inner irritability and explained to the Green Dragon.

"Not far behind us are the dragon clan's salt fields and mines. Closer to the mountains are the dragon clan's pastures and beast gardens. These are important supplies for the dragon clan to wage a long-term war, and they cannot be occupied by those orcs," Blue Dragon Calite's small horns and long horns on her nose appeared particularly delicate, and her head looked more lustrous and her lines were softer and more beautiful than the Green Dragon's.

"The Orc Kingdom's legions already number over one hundred thousand, and those fishmen in the deep sea are even more numerous than the orcs. This war will not be short, so the grassland's supplies are crucial to the territory," Blue Dragon Calite's blue dragon claws slapped the dirt beneath her, venting her inner irritability, lest her dragon claws couldn't help but press down on the Green Dragon's head.

"But we are dragons, how can we listen to that centaur's orders? We should be in charge. That centaur doesn't even have any real respect for us," the Green Dragon bared her fangs in dissatisfaction, her mind conjuring up the image of that terrifying centaur legion commander. His body was covered in heavy scales like blood, muscles like steel, a tail like a dragon, a mouth full of sharp teeth, and a deep aura.

The Green Dragon even suspected that the centaur could easily twist her neck with his steel arms, as thick as an ordinary human thigh. She felt an extremely deadly threat from the centaur, and Chiron lacked real respect for this Green Dragon, so the Green Dragon held a grudge.

"Roar," Blue Dragon Calite's vertical pupils flashed with tiny lightning bolts, and she let out a low growl from her throat, also revealing her clean, white fangs, threatening and warning the Green Dragon.

"The reason why the alliance of evil dragons can coexist is because every dragon must prove their ability in order to gain equal status with other members, Ellie. We can't even become a member of the alliance yet," Blue Dragon Calite raised her head and said coldly, "If you want to have a respected position, do your job well and don't have any extra thoughts. If this causes the dragon clan's strategy to be affected,"

"When the sleeping red dragon awakens, he will twist off your head and hang it on the city wall as an ornament. Believe me, you don't want to see that red dragon, who always appears generous and tolerant, get angry."

Blue Dragon Calite was different from the Green Dragon. She had seen Caron want to kill his own kind. Although she had not been in the dragon clan for many years, she understood the nature of that red dragon.

Before you violate the will of that red dragon, you have absolute power and freedom, and once you anger the red dragon's bottom line, he will let you know why the scales on his body are red.

The Green Dragon was not qualified to see the red dragon monarch, who mostly only traveled between the dragon's nest and the royal fortress, so her concept of the dragon clan's master was not so clear, but she was still frightened by the Blue Dragon's serious warning.

"Okay," the Green Dragon shook her head, looked at the distant horizon, where a row of black spots was appearing, rapidly enlarging, turning into groups of orc warriors.

The ground was being slightly shaken by the endless orc warriors, countless orcs running behind thousands of cavalry, rushing towards here, dust billowing in the distance, like a smoky dragon sweeping over.

"Go, tell the centaur legion commander Chiron that those orcs have indeed chosen to attack from the Hill Fort Road. I will hold these orcs back here, and let him act according to the plan, to defeat these orcs here."

Blue Dragon Calite instructed the wyvern knight beside her, and watching the knight ride the wyvern to set off, she stood up from the low hill, looking down at the approaching orc army.

"Everyone, prepare to take off. For the Gogelmora Dragon Clan, bury the enemy here completely!"

"For the Gogelmora Dragon Clan!" All the knights shouted loudly.

Whoosh, all the wyverns spread their wings at this moment, restlessly wanting to climb up.

Rumble,

The orc tribal coalition rolled across the grassland like a tide covering the mountains and plains, trampling the weeds flat and scattering the herds.

The powerful Grand Chieftain Detann was the most powerful warrior in the orc tribe, riding a strong, ferocious dragon beast, running at the forefront of the cavalry. He wanted to stand at the forefront of the warriors, and would not weakly let his warriors surround him.

The orc guards beside him raised the simple but rough flag of the orc coalition, galloping behind this powerful orc chieftain.

"Grand Chieftain, those hateful dragons' wyverns finally dare to show up head-on. Let me get rid of them and bring glory to the tribe," the orc warrior beside him shouted loudly. These orcs grew up on the grassland and were also excellent cavalrymen. They could flexibly perform any action on their mounts, let alone talk while running.

"No, we are not fighting for glory. Glory paved with the blood and bones of our people is meaningless," the powerful orc chieftain's voice was deep and carried an unquestionable majesty.

"We are fighting for survival. Only by driving out and killing these evil dragons can we continue to survive and develop on this grassland, so that we will not be forced to move to farther and colder places,"

"That is why those orc tribes will gather under my banner. If it was just for glory, they would not simply submit to my power."

Grand Chieftain Detann's bronze skin was covered with scars, traces left by battles when he was weak. On this land, to seek survival, you cannot rely on the pity and charity of others, but on the weapons and blades in your hands.

"Ignore these guys, they just want to delay our pace. Our current goal is the dragon clan's mines and salt fields. Sweep these places, then attack the dragon clan's territory, join forces with those orcs, and achieve final victory!"

The orc guards no longer clung to the so-called glory, but merged into the torrent of the army, rushing past the rolling low hills.

But Blue Dragon Calite, with Green Dragon Ellie and the wyvern legion, was already flying in the sky. They could not directly stop the orc cavalry, so they cleverly chose to attack the orc army behind the cavalry army.

Blue Dragon Calite and the Green Dragon led the wyvern legion to fly over the orc army, wanting to cut off the connection between the orc infantry and cavalry from the middle of the army.

The two dragons recklessly cast magic, spitting lightning and poisonous mist, killing orc soldiers one by one. The blunderbusses carried by the wyvern knights had already been consumed in the previous harassment and raids.

But they still had the short crossbows they carried with them. They shot arrows into the orcs' bodies wrapped in animal skins, until they emptied the short arrows in their quivers.

Then they drew out their long-handled crescent scimitars, and when they passed over the orcs' heads, they easily cut off the orcs' heads using the impact of their speed.

The wyverns' giant claws could easily tear apart the orcs' bodies, pierce the orcs' heads, grab the orcs and throw them heavily on the ground.

The orcs were not afraid either. They all pulled their bows, and the sound of twanging strings was endless. Even though the dragons and wyverns were moving at high speed, many arrows could hit these huge targets.

Even though most of the orcs' arrows were made of animal bones, the wyverns' defense was not as good as the dragons' scales. Such fierce attacks caused wyverns to fall in mid-air, plunging into the orc army.

There were also the guard warriors beside the leaders of the other orc tribes, who bravely waved the weapons in their hands, splitting open the wyverns' leather armor and chopping off the wyverns' claws.

Bang, a wyvern was shot in the fragile eye by a precise arrow, deeply penetrating into the wyvern's brain. The wyvern fell from low altitude above the orcs' heads in a wail.

The knight on its back rolled over, and the crescent scimitar in his hand drew a shining arc of light, smashing two orcs rushing in the front.

Looking at the surging orcs, the knight gripped the longsword in his hand and roared loudly: "Come on, you vermin, my flesh and blood will perish, but my soul will return to the temple forever!"

The blazing sword light at this moment was better than the sun in the sky. The knight rushed into the crowd, and blood and flesh splattered.

Roar,

Blue Dragon Calite's abdomen was also hit by several arrows. Some of the copper arrowheads had barbs and sharp tips. Although they had not been magically processed, they were also extremely dangerous weapons that could damage the dragon's soft abdomen.

But the Blue Dragon was not roaring because of the wounds on her body.

Watching wyverns fall one by one, and knights die in battle in the siege, the rest of the orc army, under the command of the chiefs of the various tribes, had begun to cut off this part of the battlefield and continued to advance towards the dragon clan's territory, making her anxious.

"Follow me, Ellie," Blue Dragon Calite roared loudly at the Green Dragon behind her, leading the Green Dragon and the remaining wyvern knights to pass over the orcs and rush towards the reassembled and departing orc army.

"Stop, orcs, if you dare to continue forward, you will only meet death,"

The Blue Dragon spat out thick, branch-like lightning from her mouth, striking down from above the orc army, and then she and the Green Dragon heavily plunged into the orc army.

"Kill these two fools," the orc warriors were enraged by the Blue Dragon, and asked the surrounding orc warriors to besiege these two ignorant dragons. Even the orc cavalry who had run far away began to turn around again because of the bold behavior of these two dragons, and rushed towards here.

Countless orcs raised their weapons and besieged the two dragons, and the archers in the distance also aimed at the wyverns flying back and forth above the two dragons' heads, drawing their bows, and a rain of arrows swept over.

"Roar,"

Facing the surging crowd, both dragons opened their mouths, spitting out blazing lightning and thick, stinking venom in all directions. The intense electric light, due to the overly dense targets, directly incinerated over a dozen orcs.

The venom also blinded the surrounding orcs, causing their skin to fester as they fell to the ground, wailing in agony.

"Blessing of Life."

The orcish spellcaster finally reacted, raising the staff in their hand, a layer of magical light enveloping the bodies of the orc warriors, allowing them to resist the dragons' draconic pressure and defend against their breath attacks.

More orc warriors surged forward, wielding wooden shields covered in layers of cowhide. These shields were extremely tough, even the direct strikes of these two juvenile dragons could not immediately shatter them.

Many other orcs brandished grappling hooks and chain nets, the hooks all tipped with sharp barbs, the nets inlaid with rows of backward-pointing spikes.

Although these orcs did not possess the powerful weapons of their brethren that could threaten the dragons' lives, they had their own methods.

By limiting the mobility of these flying creatures, they could quickly eliminate them. The prepared orcs brought forth their solution.

In the next moment, countless grappling hooks and nets rained down on the two dragons like a net from the sky, the sharp barbs digging into the gaps in the dragons' scales.

Even the dragons' tails and heads were snagged by the sharp barbs. Countless orcs began to shout loudly, pulling with all their might. The combined strength of these orcs was immense, actually restricting the two dragons.

The blue dragon and the green dragon struggled fiercely, snapping the grappling hooks made of thick vines one by one. Scales stained with dragon blood were constantly torn off along with the hooks, but more hooks and nets fell, trapping the two dragons.

Countless wild grasses and vines grew wildly, lashing out at the surrounding orcs, as a dense, poisonous mist spread.

The blazing lightning had transformed into an ocean of thunder and lightning. The reckless blue dragon had entered a battle frenzy, squeezing every last drop of magic from its body, turning it into thunderbolts that bombarded the area, preventing the surrounding orcs from approaching for a time.

Rumble, rumble, the earth trembled, and dust danced.

A rolling long line approached from afar. It was the centaur Chiron leading the centaur legion and a mixed force of heavy cavalry, bypassing the hills and arriving from the side.

The dragon's cavalry corps moved faster and faster, the tremendous earth-shaking alarming every orc, who couldn't help but look over.

A thousand armored centaurs and eight hundred mixed heavy cavalry charged through the rolling dust, their shining blades slicing through the air, bringing the gospel of death, ready to directly strike the orcish army.

Several thousand kobolds and green-skinned armies riding hyenas and beasts, holding their short crossbows and muskets, scattered to the sides, howling as they surrounded the orcish army.

"Enemy attack!"

The orc warriors shouted loudly, turning towards the direction of the attack, not daring to relax, because in this world, no race's cavalry could surpass the centaur warriors!

Seeing the arrival of friendly reinforcements, the two dragons became even more frantic, all their magic squeezed out and spewed forth, the dragons' roars echoing through the heavens.

Boom,

In the next moment, the centaur cavalry crashed directly into the orcish army, causing heaven and earth to collapse!