Under the Red Dragon.

Chapter 125: Soul Returns to the Temple
Recently, many changes suddenly occurred around the outpost built by the Red Dragon's followers. The originally sparse jungle became lush overnight, and countless thick vines and ancient trees seemed to grow in situ, reaching their peak overnight.

The entire outpost camp has been surrounded and submerged by tall jungle.

Many wild beasts and animals suddenly appeared in the forest and always lingered in front of the outpost camp day and night. Even in the deep night without moonlight, pairs of dark green eyes in the forest were watching the movements of these monsters.

They seem to be observing.

The Kobold scouts sent out from the outpost camp disappeared into the jungle one after another and never came back, not even one sent a message.

This created a tense atmosphere in the entire outpost camp.

Fortunately, these dragon followers are not ordinary human soldiers. They are born with strong nerves and never feel fear for things that have not happened yet.

They just loyally carry out the orders of the red dragon and guard the passage leading to the world of Ekania, the plane transmission beacon.

The young elven druid Aya transformed into a nimble jungle leopard and shuttled through the woods.

She walked for a few miles, passing the giant trees and poisonous vines that were moved by the elves' tree-controlling spells, and saw a tall ancient war tree standing among the trees.

Although this ancient war tree is only level 15 according to its ordinary strength, it has not yet reached the door to the holy level.

However, the War Tree's naturally huge body and thick and tough bark allow it to display strength that is no less than that of a Saint in large-scale battles.

Many elven warriors and elven druids stood under the tall ancient war trees, surrounding the elven elders who held the final say in the tribe.

After a period of discussion, the five largest tribes closest to Aya and her tribe have decided to unite and drive the dragon and its followers out of this world.

The elves who have experienced long-term freedom are unwilling to become slaves again, and they are fighting only for their own freedom. Even the Tree of Life is supporting these elves with its own will. The will of the forest is on the side of the elves, and they have enough courage.

Aya leaped forward, then transformed into her own elf form and walked towards the crowd of elves.

"Hey, Aya, what's the situation in the dragon's camp?" the elder of the tribe to which Aya belonged asked the young elf.

"Elder, that camp is almost entirely filled with dragon followers, and there are two humans, but no dragons were seen. The dragonborn that appeared has also disappeared. Perhaps they have returned to their own world through the invasion gate."

Elf Druid Aya reported, "Moreover, the dragon's followers have never left the camp these days, except for the scouts we sent out. Perhaps they are not here for enslavement or conquest. We can try to communicate with them."

"Dragons are dragons. They won't give us the opportunity to communicate on an equal footing," Reese, the male elf who once stood shoulder to shoulder with the female elf Aya, stood up, looked at Aya coldly, and retorted.

Reith is also an elven druid who has been recognized by the will of his tribe's Tree of Life. In the endless forest, he can exert multiple times of his strength and is known as the Son of the Forest.

These children of the forest held a very high status in their respective tribes, and the Elf Elders Council that would later rule the tribes was selected from among these children of the forest.

Therefore, he was able to interrupt and speak during such a gathering, and the elven elders from the six surrounding tribes would not feel offended.

"Since the dragons are not here, that's even better. We just need to kill all of these dragons' followers and then destroy their invasion gates."

The male elf, Reith, who was obviously a militant faction, stood up, raised his arms and said loudly: "Even a dragon cannot have endless followers."

"If he doesn't learn his lesson this time, we will kill his followers every time he comes. Sooner or later, the giant dragon will no longer have followers to use. Can he challenge our entire world with just one dragon?"

The young elven druid's words, coupled with his inspiring momentum, were very infectious.

Aya opened her mouth to speak, but she didn't refute the other party in the end. She didn't dare and couldn't bear the consequences of making another choice. Not to mention that she was just a child of the forest, even if she was an elder in the tribe, she had to listen to everyone's opinions.

Soon, the elven elders from several large tribes made their own decisions.

"Then kill all these monsters, just like the minions of the Wild God in the past. Use the lives of these monsters to warn the dragon that this world belongs to the elves!"

An elf elder spoke.

"Let's start, today," the elf elder from another tribe agreed.

Click click click,

As the elf elders spoke, the tall ancient trees around them suddenly came alive, and faces like human faces appeared on the trees.

Under the elves' wood-driving spell, these ancient trees pulled their huge roots out of the ground. The roots twisted together and turned into limbs like human legs, heading towards the dragon's outpost camp.

One by one, the elven archers leaped onto the branches of the ancient war tree, like birds perching on the ancient tree.

The elven druids transformed into the forms of wild beasts. Jungle leopards, forest boars, eagles, falcons, and all kinds of wild animals followed behind the ancient war tree.

More elven warriors appeared and disappeared in the jungle, rushing towards the outpost camp.

A sharp whistle echoed in the outpost camp, and the sentry kobold warrior discovered the unusual movement in the forest. At this moment, it seemed as if the entire forest was full of malice towards them, penetrating into their bones.

At the command of the Gnoll Captain, the Gnoll warriors in the camp quickly put on armor and picked up shields and weapons.

Boom! The next moment, the entire barrier covering the camp was broken, like shattered glass, and the shattered energy flew everywhere.

The jungle outside came alive at this moment. More than a dozen tall ancient war trees pulled out their roots and stepped out of the forest. They waved their thick branches and lashed out fiercely at the gate of the camp.

The gate, which was made of wooden bars tied together, was instantly shattered by the branches of the war tree men, and the watchtower next to it was also pulled apart by other war tree men.

boom,
A war tree man stepped into the camp, swinging thick branches and hitting the swarming werewolf warriors.

The gnoll warriors immediately raised their shields to resist, but the war tree man's strength and size far exceeded those of the gnolls, and he was extremely powerful. The thick branches lashed against the wooden tower shield, and the shield and the gnoll were lashed away together.

The tower shields in the hands of the werewolves who were attacking head-on were broken in two, and the werewolf warriors behind the tower shields were knocked out with blood spitting out of their mouths.

In an instant, more than a dozen soldiers in the camp were killed or wounded.

"You're looking for death, you damned pieces of wood,"

The bloodshot eyes of the werewolf captain were bloodshot. He dropped the tower shield in his hand, and all his strength surged. He rushed forward rapidly, and the spear in his hand carried a huge force that directly smashed the face of the war tree man into pieces and pierced deeply into the war tree man's trunk.

Although the faces of the war tree men are their weaknesses, they are not fatal. The tree men's huge bodies let out painful roars, and then the branches on their bodies twisted, blowing the werewolf captain away.

Fortunately, the armor on the werewolf provided some protection, so the werewolf captain was not beaten to the point of broken bones.

The rest of the gnolls rushed forward, chopped off the branches of the war tree man, and drove their spears deeply into the tree man's heart. In less than a moment, the tree man fell down with a roar, and his heavy body hit the ground heavily.

But more tree people rushed into the camp, and the magical aura of spellcasters began to surge from the bodies of the werewolf warriors. They pounced on each other, and blood and tree sap splattered instantly.

Several huge war treemen worked together to push the wall of the entire camp to the point of collapse, and the walls of the entire camp made a teeth-grinding friction sound.

Boom! Finally, the wall of the entire outpost camp could not bear the weight and was pushed down by several tall war treemen. More war treemen stepped into the camp.

At this time, the elven archers were also shooting their deadly arrows at the ancient war tree. The arrows soaked in poison could even knock down a giant elephant.

However, the iron armor and masks covering the bodies of the werewolf warriors made it impossible for them to attack, and they could only shoot their sharp arrows at the barking and rushing ogre soldiers.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, arrows fell like rain, but they suddenly hit the bodies of the ogre soldiers, as if they encountered some mysterious force field that could deflect the direction of the arrows.

At this time, the wizard who stayed in the camp finally took action and cast arrow protection spells on these soldiers.

These short dog-headed soldiers were like ants in front of the tall war tree men. One by one, the dog-headed men were blown several meters away by the branches that swept across them. Their skinny bodies fell to the ground like rag bags, unable to move anymore.

But more kobold soldiers barked and pounced on the war tree man, using short knives and short spears to cut the tree man's tough skin, and then bit the tree man. These kobold soldiers with weak combat power were like ants, crawling all over the body of the war tree man.

There were also some kobold pitchers hiding in the corners and roofs of the barracks in the camp, throwing their short spears at the elven archers standing on the war treemen.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh,
The dense short spears hit the elven archers who were caught off guard one by one, and they fell down one by one. They were rushed over by the ogre soldiers who were surrounded under the tree and torn into pieces in an instant.

But the elven warriors, who were several times more numerous than the ogres, also stepped onto the battlefield at this time. Although these elven warriors were only wearing leather armor, the combat effectiveness of each of them was several times stronger than that of the ogres.

They easily killed the ogres that rushed out, and the weapons in their hands were stained with the ogres' blood.

Huh, a team of werewolf warriors dodged the attacks of the war treemen and rushed into the group of elven warriors. They believed that these elves were the masterminds who controlled the treemen. As long as they killed these elves, the treemen would naturally retreat.

Clang, clang, clang,
The armored gnolls seemed to be just a bunch of idiots when facing the war treemen, but that was because the individual strength of the treemen was strong enough and their weaknesses were not obvious.

Then, facing these elven warriors, the gnoll warriors were war machines without any weaknesses. Their iron armor allowed the gnolls to attack the elven warriors' camp without restraint, and the elven warriors' weapons could only chop on the iron armor powerlessly, and could not break the defense of the iron armor at all.

The spears in the hands of the gnolls easily pierced through the leather armor of the elven warriors, and their sharp claws could cut through the elves' bodies, turning the dark iron armor into blood-red armor.

The war tree men were slaughtering the kobolds, and the wolf warriors were slaughtering these ordinary elven warriors.

"Die, you cowardly bugs," roared a werewolf captain, the spear in his hand was soaked in blood and he could hardly hold it. He gasped and kicked the corpse on the spear away, pulled out his own spear, and was about to move forward.

Seeds suddenly shot out from behind the elf warrior and landed on him.

Then countless vines began to grow wildly, and the blood on the armor of the werewolf captain became the supply for these vines and was sucked clean by the vines in an instant.

It spread throughout the body in a few seconds, wrapping the werewolf tightly.

These vines were tougher than the toughest veins of ferocious beasts. The werewolves were unable to break free from the vines and could only allow the vines to stretch out their thorny tentacles and drill into their bodies.

In less than a moment, all the strength in his body was gone like flowing water, and the strong wolf captain had become a hollow shell. Blood-red flowers emerged from the gaps in the armor, blood-red and bright.

The battlefield became more and more chaotic. With more and more elven warriors and elven druids appearing, the entire outpost camp was gradually compressed.

Even the armored gnoll soldiers could not fight against the war treemen while facing the spell harassment of the elven druids and the siege of countless elven warriors.

The two mages who were in charge of guarding the camp had already taken action. The exploding fire rings and a series of fireballs killed several war tree men and hundreds of elven warriors, but their magic power was also rapidly depleted in the crowd that surrounded them, and they were on the verge of some kind of danger.

"Retreat first," the two magicians shouted to the wolf warlords who were resisting at the front. "We should temporarily abandon this plane transmission beacon and join the other magician teams. These beacons can be rebuilt anyway, it just takes a little more effort."

High-level mage Luman was one of the mages who stayed in the camp. He shouted hurriedly, "They are too far away from us. It will take time for the rescue spell to arrive. We should evacuate, gnolls."

"The dragon once said, let us guard this gate," the wolf warlord roared, and the broken spear in his hand pierced into the body of an elven warrior. He stepped back slightly and picked up the weapon on the ground.

"The dragon's warriors will not retreat. His will is watching over the gnolls. Go, wizard, and tell our Lord that the gnolls have not betrayed their original oath. The souls of the gnolls are always loyal!"

The tattered and dented armor of the Wolf Man Warlord had long been soaked with the blood of the enemy and himself, just like the weapon in his hand, but he still rushed forward again without hesitation.

In front of him were the roaring and flailing figures of all the remaining gnolls. At this moment, the gnoll commander's mind suddenly flashed through the dragon song that used to come from the mountains in the dragon's territory when the sun rose.

The Wolf Warlord roared and shouted, the dragon song rang out from his mouth, and he leapt into the surrounded enemies.

Blood splattered and songs roared.

But wars have an end, and songs have an end.

Finally, this warrior, who was second only to the Gnoll leader Yugu in the Gnoll tribe, also fell down. The armor on his body had already been deeply embedded in his strong body, and the blood in his body had long since dried up and no longer flowed.

Bang! The body of the Jackal Lord fell heavily to the ground. The life in his dim blood-red eyes died away, and his weak voice died in his throat.

"You should inherit the great cause of the Dragon God, even though it is a shattered past!"

……

The huge red dragon and the wizard stood in front of the camp, and the gnoll and kobold soldiers behind them were also silent.

The blood on the broken camp had long since dried up, but traces of the original battle still remained.

But the bodies of the dragon's followers were not in the camp, but in the forest, on the tree trunks.

Every trunk of those trees was hung with the broken bodies of the ogre soldiers. Their bodies were almost completely stitched together with the tree trunks, as if the trees had grown out of the bodies of these soldiers.

There were also werewolf soldiers wearing iron armor, their armor and bodies were pierced by countless vines, and many blood-colored flowers grew from their mouths and noses.

These dragon followers had long been dead, their blood and flesh were all gone, and their bodies were completely twisted and deformed. The plants filled the bodies of these warriors, as if they had eaten all the followers alive.

Karon was silent for a long time before he finally said, "Natis, I can't fulfill your promise. I can't live in peace with these elves!"

"Eh," a sigh came from Karon's scales. It was a sigh from the soul of the golden Natis. He appeared from the air, and then waved his hand. Scenes appeared in front of Karon's eyes.

The last scene was frozen in Charon's pupils; it was the cry of the Jackal Warlord as he fell.

"Charon, do what you should do. Although these elves are loved by me, I will not favor them," the soul of Natis sighed and drilled back into Charon's scales.

Karon's red pupils swept around, and he could clearly see that there were still many souls left on the battlefield. They were the souls of the dragon's followers. They refused to sleep in this world, nor did they want to leave. Instead, they wandered around the battlefield, confused.

"Roar," an indescribable emotion and feeling suddenly surged into Karon's heart. Karon suddenly roared and rose into the air. Endless magic power and heart energy spread from his body, and a dragon language magic bloomed from his throat.

The magic power of the world was boiling, and the roar of the red dragon was heard far away, turning into layers of shouts and calls that surged endlessly, "Heroic spirit, return! Heroic spirit, return!"

A thick golden spear bursting with countless life energies leaped out from the void, emitting infinite light, like a pillar supporting the sky.

A space bag emitting powerful magical energy disintegrated in the air, stretched out, and turned into the ground under the giant pillar transformed by the golden divine spear.

The corpses on the trees also trembled, breaking free from the constraints of the trees and vines, and freeing themselves in the air.

Their flesh and skin covered the pillars of heaven formed by the golden divine spear, turning into a dome.

Their bones were connected together, and like the golden spears, they turned into white pillars supporting the dome and the ground.

Soul crystals exploded in the air and merged into the dome, stabilizing the dome and pillars. The pure soul power formed patterns on the dome and pillars, forming murals.

Infinite magic power and mental energy roared and surged from the red dragon's body, pouring into the palace that was gradually taking shape behind the dragon.

Endless life energy and radiance flowed from the golden spear, stitching and mending this temple of flesh and blood.

This is the most holy temple built with the most filthy bones.

The red dragon's summons helped those lost and wandering souls find their direction. Layers of illusory stairs emitting light like mental energy appeared in the void, connecting this gradually taking shape temple and those souls.

“Heroic souls, return! Heroic souls, return! Souls that do not wish to vanish, then return to the Temple of Heroes. You should enter this temple with your most loyal souls and enjoy eternal peace!”

One after another, the confused souls looked up and saw a temple emitting infinite warm light. It seemed that the voice of a giant dragon resounded through it, calling them.

Without hesitation, they sang the dragon's song and stepped into the dragon's temple!
(End of this chapter)