Under the Red Dragon

The sky is clear, with occasional white clouds dotting it. The grassland is vast, and wild animals roam in all directions.

A white dragon spreads its wings and flies through the sky. The gale driven by its wings shatters the clouds, and the dragon's massive body casts a swift shadow on the ground.

The centaur warrior Chiron leads the centaur cavalry galloping across the grassland, as if chasing the shadow cast by the dragon from above.

Each of these strong centaur warriors is a carefully selected elite from their tribe, averaging three meters in height. Their limbs are bulging with muscles, and their full, robust muscles demonstrate their formidable strength.

Under the leadership of the Dragonborn centaur, these warriors trample the grassland with their hooves. Their wild and fierce aura sends all the beasts on the grassland scattering in fear.

Even the ferocious berserker species avoid these numerous centaur cavalry from afar. These berserker species, beginning to develop intelligence, know that the centaurs clad in fine armor and wielding sharp weapons can trample them into bloody pulp with a single charge.

Scattered around these swift centaur warriors are over a hundred kobold warriors and green-skinned goblin warriors riding grassland gray wolves.

These relatively strong warriors, carefully selected from their respective tribes, ride captured and tamed grassland gray wolves, following the centaur cavalry on their rampage.

Although these grassland gray wolves are not as fast as the centaur warriors, they excel in endurance and can keep up with the centaur warriors' pace.

However, these kobold warriors and green-skinned goblins only wear leather armor and tough animal hides. Their weapons consist of short bows made from a type of tough wood found in the forest and a few short-handled hunting spears.

"Halt," Chiron, the centaur warrior whose body is covered with a layer of fine red scales, shouted. He raised the fine iron spear in his thick right hand high, and his trampling hooves gradually slowed down.

All the centaur warriors slowed down with Chiron's rhythm, stopping in place within a few steps. These centaur warriors are still in the process of practicing cooperation and discipline, but their reaction is quick.

This alone is enough to take elite human cavalry a long time to train, and this is even with these centaur warriors needing to familiarize themselves with the commander's instructions.

Chiron walked forward. A huge beast carcass lay across the grassland. It was the body of a grassland giant elephant, with tusks nearly two meters long.

The gnawed-clean bones stretched nearly eleven meters from head to tail, and the scattered flesh and bones exuded a fierce aura. This was a berserker species, and the leader of the elephant herd.

"Woof woof, chattering sound,"

As the centaur cavalry stopped, the gray wolf riders following behind also gathered around. The kobold, whom Chiron had appointed as the gray wolf rider captain, grabbed the fur of the gray wolf he was riding and stepped forward, using Dragon Language and the kobold language to chatter and communicate with Chiron, who was squatting on the ground to check the situation.

"Speak Common Tongue," the centaur Chiron said sternly. "As scout cavalry, you kobolds won't only communicate with the Dragonborn. In the future, Lord Kalon's subordinates won't only consist of these races."

"More and more other races will pledge allegiance to the dragon. Every scout cavalryman needs to learn Common Tongue. Those who can't learn it can go back to the dark caves and mine."

"Yes, Lord Chiron," the scout captain kobold stuttered in Common Tongue as he asked the centaur for instructions: "Next, what should we do."

"Take these gray wolf riders and scatter in teams of three to five to scout the surrounding area," the centaur warrior Chiron said with a solemn expression. "We've already discovered many giant elephant carcasses along the way, and now we've found a powerful berserker species giant elephant. This is the leader of the elephant herd, so there must be a creature or tribe more dangerous than this giant elephant nearby."

"If you discover anything, report back immediately. If you encounter danger, fire a signal arrow, and I'll rush over immediately."

The current area is already on the edge of the dragon territory, surrounded by undulating low hills. Chiron is leading these centaur warriors out for training for the first time, and he can't afford to make mistakes. Therefore, he chose to have the centaur cavalry, who had been galloping all the way, stop in place to rest and recover their strength in order to cope with any dangers that might arise.

"Yes, Lord Chiron." The kobold captain received the order and passed it on to the gray wolf riders while riding his gray wolf. Amidst the barks mixed with Common Tongue, the gray wolf riders quickly scattered in teams of three to five towards the surrounding area.

Chiron and the other centaur warriors stayed in place to rest. He looked up at the sky, and the white dragon's massive body appeared and disappeared above the distant clouds, which made him feel much relieved.

"Captain, these kobolds and green-skinned goblins may not be reliable. Should we send some more warriors out to scout the situation," the centaur tribe leader Kali stepped forward and asked.

The elite warriors selected this time are the strongest batch of warriors in the centaur tribe, so the centaur leader Kali and her mate, the male centaur Zhuoge, are also present.

Except for the centaur girl Suniya, who is unable to get away as a town law enforcement officer, almost all the elite warriors are here.

And in order to facilitate management and command, these outstanding warriors were appointed by Chiron as squad leaders, with each squad leader in charge of twenty knights. Kali, Zhuoge, and the centaur tribe warrior chief Aoni each controlled twenty knights.

But in fact, this is equivalent to dividing the power of the centaur tribe. Over time, Chiron's position will inevitably replace the original centaur leader Kali.

But Kali doesn't seem to have any objections to this. On the one hand, these loyal centaur warriors have always regarded the will of the red dragon as sacred and have no intention of resisting.

On the other hand, Chiron is also a member of the centaurs, and as the young king of the orthodox centaur tribe, a direct descendant of Chiron, the once most powerful hero of the centaurs, his bloodline is nobler than that of ordinary centaur warriors. He has also brought the missing heritage to the centaur tribe here, so he has not been resisted, but is instead very supported.

"No need, as the strongest warriors, our task is to maintain our energy and fight with all our strength," Chiron shook his head and said, "We must learn to use and trust other companions in order to exert the greatest strength."

After years of war with the Carthage Empire, Chiron now has some of his own experiences. He began to learn some human training and combat methods, no longer as simple and chaotic as the original tribe.

whoosh,

A signal arrow shot into the sky from behind a distant hill. The sharp sound immediately alarmed the centaurs who were resting in place. Without Chiron's reminder, these elite warriors had already stood up and tightened their grip on their weapons.

"Let's go, go and see," the strongest centaur warrior Chiron was still at the forefront of the cavalry formation. Under his command, the two hundred centaur cavalry spread out in formation, forming an attacking triangular wedge formation with two riders as a group, and galloped towards the place where the signal arrow was fired.

After a short rest, the centaur cavalry's stamina was somewhat restored, so their speed was extremely fast. Under the trampling of their hooves, they quickly crossed the hills.

Chiron immediately saw the kobold scout riding a gray wolf and desperately fleeing back. The scouts, who were originally in teams of three to five, now had only two lucky gray wolf cavalry scouts left, and following behind them was a pack of jackals.

This creature, resembling a hyena, is not very tall. Compared to the gray wolf, it is even smaller, but its nature is extremely fierce and cruel.

Driven by the wolf king, this pack of up to fifty wolves bit the gray wolf riders' buttocks, trying to tear these two scout cavalry to pieces.

Chiron waved his thick arm, and under his command, the remaining centaur cavalry changed from a triangular wedge formation to a line formation, and then took out the longbows hanging on their waists and backs, aiming at the pursuing jackal pack.

"Release," Chiron gave an order, and these elite sharpshooters, comparable to elves, released the bowstrings in their hands. whoosh whoosh whoosh, countless arrows fell like rain.

These iron arrows cut through the resistance of the air, and with a strong wind-breaking sound, they easily pierced into the running jackals. None of them missed, and each jackal had at least two arrows embedded in it. Some lucky jackals were even rewarded with five or six arrows.

These jackals were basically pierced through the eyes or ears by the arrows, and they fell to the ground without even letting out a scream. Only the powerful leader, hiding behind the jackal pack, let out a low moan from within the jackals' corpses.

Kali rushed out from the ranks, retrieved the jackal leader who still had a breath left, and threw it at Chiron's feet.

bang, The arrow on the jackal leader's head hit the ground, immediately piercing through both ears, and the faint moaning stopped, and its limbs kicked out and died.

But the collar made of rope on the jackal leader's neck caught Chiron's attention. He bent down and tore off the collar from the jackal's neck, looked at it carefully, and then sniffed it with his nose. A special putrid smell rushed into his nose, causing Chiron to frown.

"These jackals are enslaved by other creatures. Judging from the collars on their necks, it should be a humanoid race," Kali also came to the conclusion.

Chiron nodded and said, "This putrid smell is either from trolls and gnolls, or from orcs and ogres. From the traces on this jackal, it can be seen that there should be casters in this race, so we need to be careful."

"Should we find their lair now and launch an attack directly," the strong centaur warrior Zhuoge stepped forward. These centaur warriors are all warmongers, with fighting, bloodshed, and hedonistic indulgence as their goals.

Chiron looked up at the gradually slanting setting sun, shook his head and said, "Night is about to fall, which is not conducive to us centaur warriors. The dark night will cause powerful centaur warriors to stumble, and our arrows will not be able to exert their greatest advantage."

"Let's come again tomorrow. We can go straight here, but we can leave some gray wolf scout riders to monitor and investigate from afar."

Zhuoge nodded. These warriors have become accustomed to obeying the leader's orders, which is a necessary rule for survival in the wilderness.

"By the way, take these jackal corpses back. Their fur can be peeled off to make winter clothes, or sold to the humans in town. Their corpses can also be used as food. Although we don't like to eat these dirty creatures, the green-skinned goblins don't care."

The centaur warrior Chiron had his cavalry take all the jackal corpses with them. The centaur, who once managed the dragon's subordinate, knew how to cherish food. Although the centaurs liked hedonistic indulgence, they never wasted anything.