Under the Red Dragon.

Chapter 126 Good luck does not favor fools
"The Dragon team's game is about to begin. Dear guests, today's game is between the Centaur team and the Ogre team. It will be very exciting. A ticket is only ten copper coins. This is an intense game that dragons used to play to keep fit when they were young! Don't miss it!"

The old man with a gap in the doorway waved a stack of tickets in his hand and shouted earnestly to the passers-by passing by the Dragon Arena.

His propaganda really aroused the interest of many people, especially those barbarian warriors who admired bravery. Soon, a team of adventurers composed of several barbarians came up, took out the few copper coins left in their pockets, gave them to the old man, bought tickets and walked in.

This newly opened Dragon Arena was sparsely populated, with only a few spectators sitting here and there, but there were unexpectedly many races.

Not only are there races like ogres, centaurs, kobolds, and goblins that are already active in the dragon's territory, but some elves and orcs also appear in this arena.

Some creatures conceal their original form, using transfiguration or illusion to transform themselves into the appearance of elves or human nobles.

A powerful barbarian totem warrior keenly smelled the scent of dragons and the abyss from them, which meant that the other party was most likely a giant dragon or a demon creature from the abyss.

However, these barbarian warriors were not afraid. Barbarian warriors were a race that advanced through battle. The more battles they experienced, the easier it would be for them to become powerful.

What's more, these barbarian warriors have already offered their totemic practice to the giant dragon that rules this place, and have registered with the governor of the Golden City, pledging allegiance to the dragon's territory. They are already one of the family.

In this land, these barbarian warriors now have backup and are no longer the wandering race that was hunted down and captured by the various human kingdoms.

A group of barbarian warriors took their seats one after another. For the first time, they felt confident in their hearts. They raised their heads and looked around proudly, without any stage fright.

Soon, the ogre team and the centaur team stood in the center of the arena, with an oval ball in the middle. This was the presentation and introduction of the two teams before the game started.

But the spectators' attention was not on the two competing teams, but on the green-skinned goblins that suddenly jumped out with large discs on their heads.

These green-skinned goblins worked in teams of two, walking around the spectators with wooden trays on their heads, one of them shouting as they sold snacks and treats produced specifically in the dragon's territory.

The other one was shouting loudly: "Guests, you can place your bets now. Win or lose, it all depends on your vision. Who will score first depends on your luck. Buy now and get paid now. Julong guarantees that there will be no delay!"

Many spectators were interested and asked various questions about the odds.

These specially selected green goblins were smart, flexible and patient. They answered the questions one by one, and soon the empty trays were filled with shiny gold and silver coins.

The barbarian warriors were also tempted. They used the only copper coins they had left to buy tickets. Their bodies were filled with gold coins, which were their rewards.

These shiny gold coins gave these barbarians confidence. They took out a few gold coins from their pockets and shouted loudly: "Hey, green dwarf, come here. We want to bet on the ogres to win. These ogres look very muscular. I think we are going to get rich."

The green-skinned goblins ran up to these rich men with plates in their hands, and immediately said a long list of good words to compliment these rough barbarians.

The group of barbarian warriors were amused by the green goblins. One of the barbarians took out a gold coin from his pocket and threw it on the tray. He laughed loudly and said, "I think you speak very nicely. This is a reward from me."

The course of the match was very satisfying to these barbarian warriors, and the collision of muscles between the centaurs and ogres was very exciting for them to watch.

But the result of the match made these barbarian warriors very sad. They finally left the arena in disgrace, and could no longer see the arrogance they had when they first entered.

"How about I go and ask that Lord Fa if I can directly pledge allegiance to the dragon tonight. It is said that after pledging allegiance to the dragon, food and sleep will be provided." A barbarian warrior looked sadly at the leader of this group of people, the powerful warrior whose body was covered with various totem patterns, the Totem Berserker.

Totem Berserker Jib shook his dirty hair and said in a rather heroic manner: "Why are you going? I, Jib, cannot afford to lose face. We agreed to hold the loyalty ceremony in three days. It will be three days later. It's just sleeping on the ground. Haven't we gotten enough sleep in the wilderness?"

Gibb kicked the gloomy-looking soldier on the buttocks and laughed, "Go, find me a doorway that is not blown by the wind. Our camp is in your hands tonight."

A tall and strong orc passed by these barbarians with a few fierce warriors, and a thoughtful look appeared on his ugly face.

"Judging from the situation in this golden city, the territories of these dragons are almost taking shape of a country," the tall orc frowned and whispered in Orcish to the guards beside him.

"Lord Fati, I'm afraid the mission of the Orc Elders Council will be difficult to accomplish. What price do you need to pay to bribe the ruler of a dragon kingdom?"

A middle-aged fox man also answered in a low voice in Orcish, saying that although these fox men were not very powerful in combat, they were comparable to ogre warriors.

But the intelligence of foxes is recognized by all orcs, so many nobles in the orc kingdom like to keep some foxes around as external brains.

"Haha, those old guys don't even think about it. They actually want to own a territory belonging to the Orc Kingdom next to the dragon's territory. How much will it cost? Based on my observation of these dragons, they will not allow a force that can threaten the dragon's territory to exist around them."

The orc noble Fati sneered, and his protruding inverted teeth looked particularly ugly.

"Yes, if you want to pick fruits, you should guard the fruit trees when they are planted. If you want to pick the fruits when they are ripe, you have to defeat the guardian of the fruits," the middle-aged fox man sighed.

"Humph, when this place was still a wilderness, those stupid old guys were unwilling to contribute, coveting the former prosperity and wealth. Now that it has begun to prosper, they want to plunder. It is not that easy for the orcs to return to the main continent as a base."

The orc Fati sneered, "Those dragons are not stupid. They are dragons that can build civilization in the wilderness. Don't think they are too stupid."

The group talked as they walked, but their voices did not leak out.

Many merchants who greeted them and passers-by only saw these strange orcs' lips moving slightly, as if they were chewing on the dried meat that was a specialty of the dragon's territory.

Now the first batch of grain in the dragon territory has been harvested, which can make up for the original food shortage in the dragon group, and there is still a lot of surplus.

Therefore, the meat of wild animals in the Dragon Territory is no longer as scarce as it was a few years ago, and has become abundant. Many hunters can only sell the wild animals they hunt to merchants to be made into jerky.

Under the laws of the Dragon Territory, shortchanging someone by weight will be severely punished, so these merchants use the exact weight and pound and dry the particularly lean meat into jerky.

No one can tell what kind of beast this jerky is from. It might be just an ordinary beast, or it might be the meat of a ferocious species. It just depends on the price.

But without exception, just a small piece of jerky is enough for an average person to chew for the entire morning, and it has become one of the popular snacks in the dragon territory.

The orc noble Fati walked through the newly built dragon library again. Looking at the many dragon followers busy carrying boxes of books to the tall and wide library, he couldn't help but admire the dragon's courage.

This dragon library not only has historical and cultural knowledge mostly copied and purchased from human nobles, but it is also said to have books on some magical common sense and magic tricks.

Anyone who is a Dragon Territory resident and possesses a Dragon Territory resident identity badge can use their identity badge to enter the library and browse these books, but they cannot take the books out.

Whether you are a noble or a commoner, everyone is equal in the face of knowledge, and all races are equal.

The orc Fati was well aware of the benefits this measure would bring to the Dragon Territory. Once the reputation of valuing knowledge and culture spread, the Dragon Territory would surely receive a lot of invisible support.

Although the orc Fati did not know the rather high-end term of consolidating a common consciousness of civilization, he could clearly appreciate the benefits of this move.

"Perhaps the longer time goes by, the less chance our Orc Kingdom will have," Fati said as he stood in front of this relatively deserted library. There were not many people borrowing books yet, and most of them were busy followers of dragons.

"Perhaps we should start with the dragons themselves. The dragons that rule the territory are a group of dragons, not a single dragon. The five-colored dragons can't work together. We can start with a single dragon and divide them. This way we will have some chances."

The middle-aged fox man's slender eyes sparkled with wisdom, and the race known for its cunning seemed quite scheming.

The orc Fati nodded, and the group walked and stopped, finally stopping in front of a building that looked like a tavern.

Two cute Pixie elves wearing rubber fruit hats flapped their wings in front of the door of a tavern called the Wanshi Brand, and two dazzling fairy dusts behind them sprinkled dots of light in the air.

They shouted, "Wow, do you want to play a game of Wanshi? Come on, everyone. Wanshi has a new special card, and it's a powerful character!"

But the loud shouts of the two cute Pik elves were drowned out by the sounds coming from the tavern. A burst of cheerful shouts could be heard from far away, and the atmosphere was lively.

As the name suggests, the Aeon Card Game is a card game that includes all races. This is the name given by Pixie Riven.

At the request of the Copper Dragon Alfred, Pik Elf Riven took up the post of Deputy Minister of the Cultural Propaganda Department and brought out the game that was once "invented" by Charon as one of the characteristic cultural propaganda of the Dragon Territory.

The material of the ordinary Wanshi brand is not uncommon. It is just made of ordinary tough paper cards. The dragon logo is engraved on the corner of the card, representing that it is produced in the dragon territory.

The dragons are not worried about this game being imitated, or rather they hope that this game will be imitated and spread.

Only special cards are made of special materials. For example, cards representing dragons are made of dragon scales, and cards representing elves are made of leaves from the Ancient Tree of War. Some powerful elf characters are also made of leaves from the Tree of Life.

In addition, Pixie Elf Riven also recruited a group of idle Pixie elves at home, and used the fairy dust of these Pixie elves in combination with the magic images engraved on special cards, so that these special cards will show their own images, sounds, movements, etc. when launching an attack.

Thanks to the strong promotion of the elf Riven and the copper dragon Alfred, and the fact that the Aeon card itself is an interesting puzzle game, this game quickly became popular in the Golden City.

There are also the dragon's followers. Almost every follower who is resting in the Golden City has a deck of cards in his hand. When they are resting, they always run to this place and play games loudly, which really attracts a lot of people.

As a result, Pixar has to work overtime to print cards, and her head is getting bigger and bigger. The dark circles under the elf Riven's eyes are almost spreading to her chin.

"Lord Fati, the amount of money you have spent in this card room this month has exceeded two thousand gold coins," the middle-aged fox man saw Fati stop as usual, touched his already somewhat shriveled purse, and persuaded him uneasily.

"It's okay, I'll just go in and take a look. I won't spend another penny," the orc Fati muttered as he stepped into the card hall.

As soon as I stepped into the pub on the first day of the new year, a wave of heat hit me in the face. The temperature in the pub was several degrees higher than outside, and there were constant cheers and shouts.

The large round tables were almost filled with creatures of all races. Human mages and goblins were competing at the same table, while ogres and girls were playing against each other at the same table. The most exaggerated thing was that the orc Fati also saw a demon hybrid with goat horns, carelessly crossing his legs and playing cards with a snake girl.

Just like the teasing in the eyes of the half-blood demon, he was teasing the plump snake woman opposite.

Without exception, these creatures have a nameplate on their chest or hand that records their identity. This is the identity certificate that must be registered to enter the Golden City. With this identity certificate, which costs a silver coin, they can move freely in the dragon's territory.

Once a creature without identification is caught, it can gloriously enjoy the dragon territory's lifetime package and become a serf, with food, shelter, and labor provided!

Tall elves with fair green skin and beautiful faces walked around the tables in short robes that revealed their long white legs. The glasses of wine on their trays were quickly bought by the drinkers, who also touched these tender and delicious elves.

But these elves did not dare to resist. As the first tribe in the Green Forest to be wiped out by Charon, becoming slaves was their best fate.

They would never forget that the elven warriors who had participated in the attack on the camp were beheaded by the dragon's warriors and their heads were piled high.

The elven elders were brutally slaughtered by the kobold warriors, and finally died in endless agony. Only those druids who had not taken action were sent to the beast farm in the dragon's territory, becoming lowly beast officers, breeding beasts for the dragon.

These female elves who had never been stained with blood were beaten into slavery and were deprived of freedom forever. Even the tree of life, which was once regarded as a sacred object by these elves, was overthrown by the dragon, and the heart of the tree of life was cut down and dismembered one by one.

The orc Fati's gaze did not linger on these people for too long. He looked towards the tall fireplace and the long counter, where a group of people had already surrounded the place.

Sally, once the number one assassin in the Scarlet Rose Mercenary Group and known as the Shadow Black Widow, was a charming assassin wrapped in a tight leather jacket. She could even assassinate a duke of a country without shaking her hands. At this moment, she opened the card pack in her hands with trembling hands.

Suddenly, a dazzling golden light flashed by, and an elf figure holding a xylophone in his hands and playing it in front of the enemy's corpse with his legs crossed flashed in the golden light, and a lazy voice sounded: "Let me play an elven tune!"

Wow! Suddenly, everyone gathered around shouted.

"Golden card, golden legend, wow, I'm rich," a human mage said with red eyes, and his hands unconsciously touched the staff in his hand.

"Damn it, how come this woman is so lucky," the dwarf Kragon was dejected. He spent his month's salary on drinking and opening card packs, but it was obvious that Kragon didn't produce anything good.

"Wow, a golden card! This is a legendary card comparable to the Centaur Chiron. This is the second one this month. Let's take a look at the effect!"

The people around started to make a noise, and even those who were fighting couldn't help but look over.

Only Sally, the female assassin in the middle, held on to her cards tightly and laughed wildly, "Hahaha, it's paid off, my pension is back."

The orc Fati frowned silently, thinking back to the blue sky and white clouds that all the gold coins he invested this month showed. Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind, "Sure enough, people's joys and sorrows are not the same. Their happiness only sounds like noise to me!"

The orc Fatim took a deep breath and silently extended his hand to his attendant, the middle-aged fox man.

The middle-aged fox's heart tightened, and he whispered: "Master Fati, the activity funds approved by the Elders' Council have been used up by almost half. Are you..."

"What are you afraid of? Everyone knows that dragons are extremely greedy. When the time comes, I will say that I spent tens of thousands of gold coins to get the opportunity to meet the dragon," the orc Fati impatiently took out a heavy purse from the middle-aged fox man's arms and slammed it on the counter.

At this moment, his expression was full of vigor and vitality. Fati shouted loudly: "Give me a hundred packs first. I feel my luck is coming!"

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The sky gradually darkened, and night once again enveloped the endless forest.

The gnoll warriors stopped cutting down the forest and leisurely dragged the wood back to the clearing. Under the bloody temple that was emitting endless light, they began to build a camp for resting tonight.

Under the light of this bloody temple, the forest's will to suppress outsiders was dispelled and could not affect these warriors.

The entire forest, connected by the trees of life, has developed a will that suppresses outsiders. At first, the gnolls tried it, but once they stepped too deep into the forest, the forest's will would suppress their souls.

The consciousness of these werewolf warriors became dull, their vision became blurred, and some weak ogre warriors couldn't even keep their balance.

They may even become confused and involuntarily leave the team and walk into the forest under the influence of the forest's will.

Fortunately, the Scarlet Templar can easily dispel and suppress the forest will within a certain range, and these dragon warriors are also inspired by the Scarlet Templar to fight bravely.

Even if they die, their souls will not disappear and will have a place to go.

From the soul of the gnoll warlord in the Bloody Temple who no longer sings but roars all day long, wanting to rush down and kill the elves, we can see how eager these gnolls are to fight.

Unfortunately, after Charon's return, the elves launched a tentative attack, but the angry red dragon and its warriors, in cooperation with the mage, killed all the invading elves, and the war treemen were also dug up.

The corpses and skulls were used to commemorate the soul of the Bloody Temple, making the Bloody Temple floating above the camp appear larger and larger.

The elves stopped their attacks and no longer dared to launch open attacks. They would only occasionally shoot their poisonous arrows from the depths of the jungle to harass the warriors.

However, after rebuilding the plane portal, the warriors who received support and supplies were not afraid of such consumption. They marched towards the elven tribes with high morale and determination to kill.

However, after wiping out the first elven tribe, those elven tribes actually risked seriously damaging the Tree of Life and migrated the entire tribe and the Tree of Life deeper into the forest, as if they were fighting a guerrilla war against a dragon.

If it weren't for its usual cautious style, the red dragon would have wanted to chase after the entire elven tribe and kill them all.

However, although it is currently caught in a tug-of-war, the red dragon still holds back. These tribes can keep migrating, but the Tree of Life cannot keep migrating. One day they will stop and be forced to face the dragon.

Hurlong, Kalong flew from the distant sky, then folded his wings and landed in the camp.

These days, Kallon has been using his flexibility to keep following those elven tribes that were lucky enough to meet him on their migration route. Whenever he finds an opportunity, he will pounce quickly, spit out dragon fire, and burn the elves to ashes.

Then he struck far away, never taking risks for the sake of killing. The opponent could use guerrilla warfare, but as a giant dragon, Kalon had a more obvious advantage.

The will of the trees of life and the forest cannot suppress the soul of the red dragon, and his strength will not be affected. He is just being cautious to prevent a rollover.

Under the constant harassment of the red dragon, two elven tribes have been unable to bear it and have surrendered to the red dragon.

But the red dragon's request was that all the elves who had participated in the attack on the camp be killed, and the rest of the elves could be left safe and sound, so the two elf tribes fell into a dispute.

Those elves who decided to launch the attack were all powerful people in the tribe. It would be absolutely impossible to ask them to kill themselves now.

But some elves who had not participated had other ideas. They believed that their tribe should not be destroyed by these elves.

The elven tribe began to fall into internal troubles of division and fighting.

The presence of Kalon made many of the dragon's followers stand up and salute the dragon. These warriors have now become loyal believers of the dragon, and Kalon can even feel the power of faith being born in these warriors and gathering towards Kalon.

Especially those loyal souls in the Scarlet Temple, the power of faith they provide to Kalon is extremely strong.

Now a considerable amount of faith power has gathered around Karon's mental energy vortex, but Karon still sealed this faith power under the wrapping of mental energy before he figured it out.

Charon walked into the camp. Now, wherever this team passed by, they would cut down forests and build camps. On the one hand, it was to weaken the will of the forest, and on the other hand, it could also serve as a connection point for future management of the plane.

Karon walked to a large makeshift wooden house and pushed open the door.

This is a bloody and dark scene for ordinary people.

More than a dozen mages and alchemists are busy here, and rows of cages contain their experimental materials.

There are elves, beasts, and some extraordinary magical beasts that have been born with intelligence.

A male elf was lying in front of a long table with his limbs tightly tied up. A wizard was using a magic tool to cut open his body structure, constantly studying the bodies and bloodlines of these indigenous elves.
On the other side, there were some magical alchemical instruments that even Karon could not recognize, and blood of many colors was rolling and boiling in the vessels of these instruments.

A wizard was constantly casting spells to test the properties of the blood, while the apprentice assistant beside him was holding a small notebook and recording it at any time.

Karon walked through the scenes calmly and came to the squinty-eyed wizard.

The squinty-eyed wizard was shaking a long test tube, inside of which was a rolling ball of green juice, emitting a crystal-clear glow.

Seeing Karon, the squinting-eyed wizard smiled and said happily, "Karon, I have successfully tested the tree heart of the Tree of Life and some special toxins. This mixed toxin can kill trees quickly and effectively, turning them into crystal blocks."

"Even if it's the Tree of Life, as long as the dose is large, it can cause serious damage. The most important thing is that this toxin spreads very quickly. It can feed on the unique life energy of the tree and then spread throughout the forest."

"And if we want to stop the spread of this toxin, we only need high temperatures, and it won't be too troublesome to clean up then!"

Karon's calm face finally showed a little joy. He nodded and praised, "That's good, Xiusser. You scholars and mages are really good."

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