Under the Red Dragon

"Star Realm or other plane's fallen meteorite iron, what kind of metal is this?" Kalon looked in surprise at the treasure presented to him by the centaur warrior Suniya. The red dragon's heritage contained a wide variety of knowledge, including comprehensive species introductions. Any basic knowledge that dragons were interested in was stored in the dragon's knowledge base.

However, Kalon couldn't find any information in his knowledge base related to the dark metal with starlight-like specks in front of him. This metal was clearly a rare magical metal with good magical extensibility, which could be used to make magical weapons or some powerful treasures.

The dragon's heritage shouldn't have overlooked this rare metal. After all, even if dragons didn't use this metal to make weapons, the metal itself should be a good collectible for dragons, and it would feel very pleasant to sleep on, so Kalon made such a judgment.

The centaur girl saw that the dragon didn't know the details of the metal in front of him, and shook her head, saying, "Respected dragon, we don't know the specific origin of this mysterious metal. It is said that our centaur hero Chiron found it in the monster's lair after defeating the troublesome hydra lizard hundreds of years ago.

Chiron's powerful weapon, the bronze spear, was made of this metal. This is the only treasure left in the tribe. We offer it to the powerful dragon, hoping to maintain a friendly relationship with you."

Hearing this, Kalon couldn't help but chuckle. He remembered the longbow in the centaur girl's hand the other day, which was also a powerful magic weapon made from the tendons and bones of some powerful snake lizard monster. It seemed that the powerful poisonous snake monster mentioned by the centaur was this unlucky hydra lizard.

Not only was this monster killed and its flesh and blood used by others, but the treasures it had painstakingly collected in its cave were also taken away by others. It was simply pathetic. However, such situations are common in the wilderness. Even when Kalon hunted, he not only ate the prey clean, but also used the prey's bones to sharpen his teeth if they were hard enough.

Thinking of this, Kalon felt a chill in his heart. Such situations are common in the wilderness, and the same is true in the whole world. He originally wanted to follow the rules and subdue his dependents when he had enough power, but wasn't he influenced by the dragon's mentality of gradually becoming stronger as long as he lived in peace?

This is a real world, but Kalon has always had more or less of a game mentality in his heart. He was too well protected before, and he still couldn't truly understand that every piece of land in this world must be fought for. Even dragons are the same.

The operation of all things in the world does not follow Kalon's own will, and unpredictable accidents and dangers will come at any time. Even the blue dragon Kalite, who sleeps in her lair every day, will be captured by ogres. And these ogres are only to prevent their own land from being taken away by dragons and to meet the needs of the growing ogre tribe.

The red dragon felt that he should correct his attitude. He solemnly took the magic metal, swallowed it into the dragon's stomach, and then lowered his ferocious head, his vertical pupils staring closely at the centaur in front of him with a relaxed face. He asked very directly, "I accept this gift, tell me what is the real purpose of the centaur tribe."

Although the centaur Suniya was not yet an adult, she felt that her will, which had been tempered in battles since she was a child, was strong enough. But facing the dragon's cold vertical pupils that seemed to contain no emotion, and the gaze that seemed to be able to see through her heart and discover her own unnoticed weakness.

She quickly lowered her head and replied with unusual respect, "We hope to use the dragon's powerful strength to fight against those cruel and tyrannical ogre tribes. And my mother, the centaur tribe leader Kali, also hopes that you will visit the tribe as a guest, and she will personally discuss this matter with you then."

Cruel and tyrannical? Kalon scratched his chin with his dragon claw, feeling that these words were not good words to describe himself. In the red dragon's stereotype, these two words definitely occupy the first place.

However, he couldn't refuse the olive branch thrown by the centaur tribe. Not to mention that the centaur tribe itself, even as a combat race, was listed as a target for subduing dependents as soon as Kalon saw them. Moreover, at this moment, the two also had a common enemy - the ogre tribe. He could indeed take a trip, but he had to be careful.

Kalon nodded to signal the centaur to lead the way, and flapped his wings to leap from the ground. "Then what are we waiting for, let's go, I also want to feel the hospitality of the centaur tribe."

The centaur tribe is located in a leeward river valley not far from the sea. Steep and tall cliffs and mountains block the whistling sea breeze from the sea. The clear and clean river provides the centaurs with a stable water source. The flat land is suitable for building the tribe's residence. The unobstructed view on the cliff also provides good vigilance and protection. The calm river valley has become a rare land for peaceful living.

Kalon flapped his wings, which were more than ten meters long, and circled over the river valley a dozen times. In addition to hearing the centaur sentries on the cliff shouting that the dragon was coming, his amplified perception found that the situation in the centaur tribe was normal, and then he slowly landed on the ground.

The important members of the centaur tribe had already stood at the entrance of the camp waiting under Suniya's notification. The leader of the centaur tribe, Kali, is the strongest in the tribe. Only the leader of the tribe can change their name and have a name similar to the centaur hero Chiron.

Standing next to Kali was her partner, Drogo, a strong male centaur, whose bulging muscles told of an unspeakable masculine aura. Also standing aside was Oni, an adult female centaur who had hunted with Suniya before, and whose position in the centaur tribe was equivalent to a warrior chief.

In addition, there were several elderly centaurs. These elderly centaurs were responsible for the tribe's customs and traditions, and also had a considerable say.

The red dragon's body landed, his wings folded on both sides, but his hind limbs stood up, looking a bit aloof. These centaurs, who averaged about three meters in height, were also looked down upon by him.

The centaur leader Kali looked up straight at this unusually strong red dragon with numerous mysterious patterns on his wings, and a hint of satisfaction flashed in her big eyes, completely ignoring the sour taste rising on her partner's face.

Becoming a dragon's subordinate is not uncommon in the wilderness, and although the dragon's attitude towards dependents is also enslavement, most of them are like, as long as you listen to me and please me on time, I don't bother to care about you.

Unlike those damned ogres, who not only slaughtered and enslaved centaurs, but in just a few years, the originally prosperous tribe with seven hundred warriors has dwindled to only two hundred members.

And they use centaurs as a tool for venting, and also sell centaurs as commodities to merchants, which is a shame that the centaur tribe cannot tolerate.

But the centaur tribe does not want to depend on a weak dragon, which would take too much time waiting for the dragon to grow. And the red dragon's posture and appearance made the centaurs extremely satisfied.

So Kali led the centaurs to kneel down on one knee to Kalon, lowered their heads and bowed, saying, "Powerful red dragon, our centaur tribe is willing to submit to you, as your loyal dependents, offering you everything only to please your heart, the only request is to be able to get your protection and love."

So straightforward? Kalon, who was still pretending, was puzzled that the centaur tribe knelt down so quickly. He thought he would need to conduct a round of bargaining or something.

Kalon didn't know that it's not only in the human world that appearance matters, but in fact all creatures in the world care about appearance, and this is even more true in the wilderness outside of civilization. After all, these creatures are not as reserved as civilized societies, but are more naked. As long as you look fierce and beautiful enough, other creatures are more likely to have a good impression of you.

However, Kalon did not hesitate and directly agreed, "I grant your request," the red dragon's standing body relaxed and changed to a squatting posture.

His dragon claw gently covered the head of the kneeling centaur leader, and the dragon's voice rumbled in the centaur's ears, "And remember, my name is Kalon·Gorgomora, I prefer others to call me Kalon!"

"Yes, Lord Kalon, master of the centaur tribe."