Under the Red Dragon

The rain during the rainy season comes and goes quickly.

Soon, the accumulated rainwater was swallowed by the earth, and many animals began to stir again. The predators would also step out of their lairs to seek their dinner.

Mountain deer bounded through the forest, the damp soil unable to hinder their nimble hooves.

Several wild boars gleefully rolled in the mud puddles given to them by the heavens, coating their bodies with a thick layer of mud. This mud, once dried, would become armor against the sharp claws and teeth of predators.

Several squirrels peeked out from the branches, their fluffy tails perked up behind their heads like little fur caps. Squeak! A little squirrel seemed to have sensed danger, drooping its tail and darting into a tree hole. The remaining squirrels scattered in all directions.

The sound of hooves pounding the ground echoed through the jungle, initially sounding from a hundred meters away, but instantly arriving at their location. How could cavalry appear and charge at such speed in this densely vegetated, shrub-filled complex terrain?

No, these were not human or orcish cavalry, but the powerful tribe living in this vast rainforest - the centaurs. Several centaurs moved through the forest even more nimbly than the mountain deer, their wide hooves kicking up mud, but their swift steps left the splashes behind.

The complex terrain actually provided them with convenience in traversing the jungle. The tall trees could also be used by these centaurs for leverage, their strong hooves treading on the trunks as if on flat ground.

The upper bodies of these centaurs, like humans but more robust, wore leather armor tanned from ferocious beasts and animal hides. The bows and hunting rifles in their hands were already aimed at the wild boars still wallowing in the mud puddles as they raced at full speed, firing in rapid succession.

Their powerful and precise marksmanship was not affected by the movement in the slightest. Like a sudden downpour, the arrows and thrown hunting rifles, with the momentum of tearing through the air and the speed of lightning, accurately struck the vital organs of several wild boars, blood spilling into the murky mud.

Every centaur warrior possessed superb archery talent, comparable to the high elves known for their sharpshooting. An ordinary wooden bow in their hands could also possess a powerful threat, which was why these centaurs could stubbornly resist the assimilation and enslavement of the ogre tribes even without shamanistic wizards.

Especially the leading centaur female warrior, who held a large yellow-black bow that faintly emitted a powerful magical aura. This was clearly a weapon made from some powerful magical creature, carrying an extremely dangerous and deadly aura.

"Suniya, your archery has improved again." The older centaur female warrior walked up to the leading female warrior, looking at her soon-to-be adult disciple with satisfaction. Although she was not as strong as adult centaur warriors like herself, she had already begun to show the unique talent of the centaurs.

The centaur named Suniya did not respond to this topic, but instead scanned the forest with her eyes, her delicate nostrils occasionally twitching. Then, she turned her head and said solemnly, "Be careful, I sense the aura of a powerful being. Perhaps some powerful creature has entered the tribe's hunting grounds, not far from here."

Although the older centaur did not notice anything wrong, she was not surprised. Although Suniya's strength was not as great as her own, Suniya had been exceptionally talented since childhood and had once received the blessing of the forest fairy. Her mental perception was extremely strong, making her a leader among the new generation of the centaur tribe.

She must have discovered some information that she could not detect, so she put her fingers to her thick lips and blew a whistle, signaling the centaur warriors behind her to follow. Then, she took the lead and ran towards the forest.

The sunlight gradually faded, and the last rays of light enveloped the earth, making the forest even darker. Several centaurs carefully stepped on the soft soil covered with fallen leaves. Even with heavy prey on their broad backs, their footsteps were very light, not as loud as the sound of the breeze rustling the leaves in the forest.

But the sound of the breeze rustling the leaves in the forest seemed a little too loud. There seemed to be an unusual danger lurking in the dim forest. "What's there?" The centaur Suniya stopped vigilantly, slightly drawing the bow in her hand, wary of possible dangers.

The other centaur warriors also dropped the prey on their backs, gripped their hunting rifles tightly. The unrestrained centaurs were not afraid of fighting, but instead enjoyed violence.

A rustling sound came from the forest, and a giant dragon slowly stepped out from behind the dim bushes. Caron's eyes gleamed as he looked at the wary centaurs and chuckled, "This mountain, uh, this forest belongs to the dragon, and the prey in the forest also belongs to the dragon. If you want to pass through here, you have to leave some of the prey as a toll."

A dragon! How could a dragon appear here, and a red dragon known for its cruelty and violence! This thought appeared in the hearts of several centaurs.

Fortunately, this dragon only asked them to leave their prey. This was the centaurs' second thought. For most intelligent life in the world of Akaniia, dragons were creatures at the top, representing unmatched power. Even if the dragon in front of them looked young, even the most arrogant and belligerent male centaur would not think that he could defeat the red dragon in front of him.

And away from civilization, the strong naturally possessed irresistible power.

So the centaurs did not have the thought that this was robbery, but obediently delivered the prey to Caron.

"Can we leave now, powerful dragon?" The older female centaur stroked her full chest with both hands and bowed to the dragon, a sign of respect from the centaurs to the strong.

"Wait," As a dragon, Caron had a natural keen sense of treasure. Perhaps the greed of the evil dragon's blood was stirred by hunger and injury, Caron now coveted and pointed to the centaur holding a special longbow, "That bow seems to be a good treasure, let me take a look."

Suniya knew that dragons were greedy, and once the treasure bow was handed over, it would never return to her hands. But resistance would only provoke the anger of the dragon in front of her, so she could only reluctantly stroke the longbow that had been passed down in the tribe for hundreds of years, and was also one of the few treasures in the centaur tribe. Then, she stepped forward and handed the longbow to Caron with both hands.

"Today, this longbow will be lost from my hands, and the tribe will have one less treasure." Suniya thought regretfully and guiltily, but she had to introduce the bow to the dragon in front of her, "This bow was made from the tendons and bones of a venomous snake with powerful strength that was killed by a hero of the centaur tribe hundreds of years ago. The user can use the power of the wind to make the arrows shot faster than lightning."

However, Caron just glanced at it, then lowered his head to sniff the smell, and then waved his dragon claw to signal the centaur to take the bow back, muttering, "No wonder there is a familiar smell, I must have eaten this kind of venomous snake, it should taste good."

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"Ah?" Suniya looked at the dragon in front of her in surprise. She really didn't expect that the red dragon was really just looking at it when he said he wanted to take a look. This red dragon was not like a greedy dragon at all. A greedy dragon would not let go of any treasure.

"What ah what, I can't use this thing anyway." Caron could clearly see the thoughts expressed on the little mare's face, and he muttered a little unhappily, "Why haven't you left yet? You're not planning to freeload a meal here, are you?"

"Ah, no, powerful dragon, thank you for your generosity." The centaur quickly took back the longbow in her hand, fearing that the dragon would go back on his word, and thanked him repeatedly, as if the dragon was already moral enough not to rob her of her treasure.

Caron was too lazy to pay attention to her, picked up the two fattest wild boars on the ground, and swayed towards the lair he had temporarily dug out. He was very hungry now and needed to eat.

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