Under the Red Dragon

"Chief, are we really going to be Moghes' dogs?"

The young storm giant Garcia, among the equally young storm giants, was one of the leaders, not only because of his talent, but also because Garcia, his grandfather, was the chief of the entire storm giant tribe.

"Moghes used to be lurking under the Supreme Titan, but now that the Supreme Titan has fallen, his ambitions can no longer be restrained."

Old Maide sighed. His tall body, even with his habitually stooped back, was still taller than the previous cyclops, Asis, though he was somewhat thin.

His once purple hair was now streaked with gray. Ordinary storm giants, though considered long-lived, didn't have particularly long lifespans among the long-lived races, only living for six hundred years, not even as long as the powerful dragonborn created by dragons.

But Old Maide had lived in the mortal world for far longer than that ordinary lifespan.

"If we, the storm giant tribe, submit to him, we will definitely be driven by him to fight everywhere. If we don't obey his orders, our tribe will end up no different from the dead hill giants."

Maide strode forward, leading many young storm giants to the seaside. Several huge Rocs and griffins descended from the sky, pacing beside the storm giants.

"But if we obey Moghes' orders, we will inevitably be sent to fight everywhere, but he is not a qualified leader, cruel, narrow-minded, tyrannical, and self-righteous."

"If only I were young, maybe I would have directly killed that idiot Asis and led the entire tribe to challenge Moghes."

The misty storm flickered in the eyes of Maide, the storm giant priest, but the heavy shackles on his shoulders prevented his power from being released.

Storm giants, even among all giant races, are uniquely peaceful, which is inconsistent with their race's name.

Although in the eyes of many creatures, just hearing the words 'storm giant' makes them think that these giants must be difficult to get along with, the opposite is true. Almost all storm giants prefer to live a peaceful, secluded life.

Compared to other easily irritable giant species, storm giants are more inclined to spend most of their time contemplating worldly affairs, composing and playing music, and farming and gathering food, like a secluded clan.

Only when faced with things that truly enrage these quiet giants will they become thunderously angry, which is not only literally thunderously angry, but also truly thunderously angry.

That's why Karon Kogmora, the young red dragon, could easily become a close friend with this elderly storm giant chief.

And because of this, even as the chief of the storm giant tribe, Maide was unwilling to lead the tribe down the path of confrontation with Moghes for his own will.

"We are not afraid, Chief," the young storm giants, like Garcia, possessed the ambition and courage of youth. Even in a peace-loving race, young blood still surged in their bodies.

"Under your leadership, even if we die at the hands of Moghes, we will not regret it. Storm giants love peace, but are not afraid of challenges."

The other storm giants also surged with excitement. Young storm giants are always more active than older ones. Only the adult storm giants in the tribe remained silent, quietly thinking.

"No, I am old, no longer young. Even if I have the will, I don't have the strength to fight Moghes. Maybe when I was young, I could have slightly resisted him with my martial prowess, but Moghes is always a legend."

Maide's words were plain, but the storm power within his body became more turbulent.

Storm giant priests are unique existences among storm giants.

Although storm giants are much more talented than ordinary races, only one-fifth of the adult storm giants in the entire storm giant group can become warlocks or spellcasters.

And storm giant priests are the powerful giants who can hold the position of the best among these one-fifth.

In the use of power, storm giant priests are more like shamans. They treat living beings equally, regardless of their power and spellcasting level, or their life level. It is this peaceful mentality that allows them to master the powerful lightning and storms.

Relying on his powerful strength and talent, Maide was confident that he could challenge Moghes when he was young, but the old giant could more clearly perceive the gap between himself and the other party.

"But we are still young, we are not afraid of him. Even if he is a legendary giant, he cannot break our spines,"

Garcia's purple face flushed, seemingly ashamed that his grandfather, the chief and priest of the storm giants, would say such a thing.

In the end, Old Maide sighed. He looked at his bloodline inheritance with some seriousness and said in a deep voice, "Don't be impulsive and make important decisions too early, Garcia,"

"Your parents were deceived by the name of justice and kindness, and insisted on following those people to the Sea of ​​Wrath to fight the Hundred-Eyed Demon Whale, and eventually fell in the Sea of ​​Wrath. I don't want you to be so reckless."

Maide, as the chief for countless years, had great majesty. His slightly instructive and warning words made the surrounding young storm giants silent.

These storm giants were wearing simple short-sleeved waistcoats, some with headbands, and occasionally a few storm giants would wear simple jewelry and rings, etc., but the giants who liked to be barefoot almost all wore their favorite ornaments—anklets.

At this time, in the silent venue, the sound of anklets jingling non-stop, obviously these young storm giants were not convinced, especially the hatred for that giant, Moghes.

"After discussing with the tribe, I decided that the entire storm giant tribe should move away from this place, go far away, and look for a new foothold,"

Maide glanced over the silent young storm giants and announced this decision.

The surrounding adult storm giants were silent, obviously they had already reached a consensus.

But the young storm giants stirred up again, because this kind of behavior of abandoning their homeland and running away was difficult for these young storm giants to understand.

Except for those too weak races, almost all the powerful races in this world have deep feelings for their homeland, no matter what the reason.

Even in the inheritance of the dragon race, there are examples of dragons who have the ability to escape the world and go to the astral world and other worlds but are still unwilling to leave their homes, even if the world is facing a crisis of destruction, as if it is an obsession engraved in their bones.

"Even if we can't deal with Moghes and his lackeys, we can retreat into the sea, temporarily avoid their edge, and look for opportunities to counterattack,"

Garcia could no longer calm down this time, sticking his neck out and voicing his doubts.

The storm giant race can breathe freely in the water, and can also freely use its innate spell-like abilities in the water.

Even in the sea, they can run and jump. Although living in the sea for a long time will cause some problems, they mostly prefer to live on land, so storm giants can barely be regarded as amphibious giant species, so Garcia's idea was supported by many young giants.

"Don't disappoint me anymore, Garcia," Maide, who had always spoken calmly, spoke in an unusually stern tone. The powerful majesty made the young storm giants recall the fear of being dominated by their elders in their childhood.

"Moghes' ambition is greater than his strength. He wants to unite all the giant races, be the king of giants, and build a giant kingdom. Ruling this land is just the beginning,"

"He won't let go of the storm giant tribe. If we don't leave here, unless you can become a Thunder Lord, you will be qualified to face Moghes' power,"

Maide straightened his slightly hunched back and said loudly: "Go, pack your things, and go north along the sea until you see a place where dragons rise and fall in the sky. That is where we will temporarily stay,"

"I hope my young red dragon friend still maintains his enthusiasm and friendship for our storm giants. In the name of the chief, you must execute it!"

Many young storm giants dispersed, leaving only Old Maide and ten adult giants standing still, not moving.

"Go, you also go and prepare. Moghes will not give us too much time to delay. In order to allow these little cubs to go further, maybe we still need to experience a dangerous battle!"

Ten tall adult giants also walked back to their caves.

Maide looked at the heavy peaks of the Godforsaken Mountains, as if he could see through the jungle and see the tall palaces rising day and night in those high mountains.

That is the Giant King's Court built by Moghes, the so-called God-Unified Giant King, who drives the many giant races and monster species enslaved in the Godforsaken Mountains to build for him.

This is a huge stone palace built purely from the rough rocks in the mountains. The unpolished edges of the huge stones make this palace look particularly wild and unrestrained.

Huge stone basins burned with raging flames, dispelling the heavy humidity in the deep mountains.

In the central aisle of this rough stone palace, there was a thick layer of animal skins, all of which were the hair of some powerful beasts and ferocious species in the mountains, simply sewn into the shape of long carpets, which were padded all the way to the depths of the stone palace, on the fine steel stone throne that was also padded with fur of extraordinary creatures.

A huge giant, with a pair of strong arms resting on the fine steel stone throne, supporting his cheeks, and the other pair of arms stroking two huge white bone skulls, as if stroking his favorite toys.

At this time, the giant's two heads were lowered, as if resting and napping.

At the giant's feet, there was also a huge dragon, a dragon that hid its face behind the huge throne, only revealing the rear half of its body that was used as a footstool, with purple scales on it, and a thick tail drooping on the steps under the throne.

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Subtle footsteps came from the door of the quiet stone palace.

The giant sleeping on the fine steel stone throne trembled slightly, but did not open his eyes.

Until the footsteps gradually approached, a head slowly rose from behind him and turned around. It was the giant's third head, the ever-open skull.

……

Luo Ya, as a dispatched official of the Foreign Affairs Department of the Golden Empire, had been pushed and detained in the diplomatic residence after arriving in the Orc Kingdom. It was not until two months later that the high-level officials of the Orc Kingdom, who had avoided Luo Ya under the guise of hunting, gave Luo Ya a positive response on the matter.

Luo Ya was standing in the palace of the Orc Kingdom at this time, standing tall.

Even if this mission was likely to lead to life-threatening danger, it was still a mission that Luo Ya worked hard to win. In the early days of the establishment of the current Golden Empire, merit meant promotion, and the riskier the mission, the greater the merit.

His hand rested on his belt. This belt was made of the peculiar giant beast tendon skin in the Orc Kingdom's territory, the "Giant Beast Power" belt.

The enchantment on this magical equipment can enhance the wearer's strength, varying according to the individual's physique, increasing the strength of about one bison to nine bison, which is quite powerful equipment for warriors.

There was also the ring he was wearing, which was also a magical amplification ring, and even the brooch pinned to his clothes was an instant-trigger magical shield equipment.

This was the bribe he received during his stay in the Orc Kingdom, but according to the regulations of the Empire, this situation belonged to an additional legitimate source of income, and he only needed to report to the relevant supervision department of the Empire after returning to be worry-free.

This made Luo Ya feel a little good about the Orc Kingdom, even though he secretly despised these orcs for learning the decorations of those human kings and decorating the palace of the Orc Kingdom too delicately.

Having been accustomed to the architectural style within the Dragon Empire, Luo Ya was now condescendingly commenting on this group of crude orcs.

"Having seen the king of the orcs, why don't you come forward to pay your respects?" The fox-man secret servant in the palace shouted loudly at Luo Ya, the human scholar from the Golden Empire who stood tall and faced the high-ranking officials, nobles, and elders of the Orc Kingdom indifferently.

"Is the kingdom of dragons such a rude, barbaric, and reckless country? Even if you are an envoy, you need to show respect to the king of the orcs!"

Luo Ya chuckled lightly, his expression unchanged, and his black hair fluttered in his loud voice,

"The people of the superior country do not worship the monarch of the inferior country,"

"What a courage," an orc noble was furious. This hateful human was too arrogant, and his expression was exactly the same as those dragons.

"Aren't you afraid that we will kill you and send your head back to those dragons?" The orc noble threatened.

"Hahaha, I will just use your hand to leave a mark in the history books of the Empire," the human scholar laughed loudly, without showing any fear.

"If my head falls, tens of millions of your orcs' heads will fall. The Golden Empire has 100,000 armored warriors, and loyal fighters are eager for the opportunity to establish meritorious service. Maybe they will thank you for your help."

"You," the orc noble was furious again, "Our Orc Kingdom has hundreds of thousands of powerful warriors, if it weren't for..."

Before the orc could finish speaking, Luo Ya shook his head and chuckled: "You lost,"

"That's bull," the Orc noble retorted, enraged. "Our Orc kingdom is prosperous, with ten times more citizens than your empire."

"You lost!" Roa simply chuckled.

The Orc noble exploded with rage, rising from his seat and roaring, "If our national powerhouse couldn't easily leave and set foot on the main continent, how could this have happened…"

"Hehe, you lost," Roa simply shook his head.

The Orc King, sitting high on his throne, watched the Orc noble's furious, unsightly behavior and shook his head slightly, loudly stopping him, "Enough."

Then he turned his head, and softly chuckled to Roa: "There's no need for the envoy to argue with these blockheaded fools. As for the matter of reparations your country is demanding, we can certainly…"

Before the Orc King could finish speaking, Roa, who had been calm all along, immediately bowed and said, "The Orc King is indeed wise, a brilliant leader."

The Orc King deeply gazed at this human scholar, took a deep breath, and then said, "However, the amount of compensation your country has proposed is too great. Not only do you require two hundred thousand gold coins, but also several other compensations, and even as many as fifty thousand slaves. Therefore, there are some things the Orc Kingdom cannot pay on time."

The human scholar Roa immediately jumped up, rolled up his sleeves, preparing to burst into a torrent of abuse, to let these crude tribal chieftains get a good look at the scolding manuscript he had prepared in advance.

But the Orc King's next words made the scholar swallow his words.

"Therefore, we intend to use other things as compensation. A Behemoth bloodline cub, to offset the shortage of gold coins, how about it?"

Roa bowed down again, "Orc King, wise and brilliant!"