Under the Red Dragon.

Chapter 127: Those who obey me will prosper, and those who go against me will perish.
Thump, thump, thump. The sound of heavy axes hitting trees came one after another. The barbarian Gibb was leading his barbarian warriors and a group of gnoll warriors who had taken off their heavy armor to cut down the forest.

The group of warriors responsible for cutting down trees were each surrounded by two warriors for protection, while the kobold guards patrolled the forest back and forth just in case.

After replenishing his troops during this period, Caron had plenty of available soldiers again.

Chasing the fleeing elf tribes all the way, they are getting closer and closer to the migrating elves.

Bang, a wolf warrior swung his axe and chopped down, but at this moment something unexpected happened!

The axe of the werewolf warrior was blocked by the branches of the ancient tree that suddenly came alive. A ferocious face appeared on the ancient tree, and the remaining branches were like spears, instantly piercing the body of the werewolf warrior who was cutting down the tree.

There were several big holes in the body of the werewolf warrior, but he suddenly went crazy, his red eyes burst into bright light, he raised the heavy axe in his hand high, and chopped off the branches that pierced his body.

He shouted in a loud voice: "Though the flesh and blood die, the soul will return to the temple."

Huh! With blood gushing out of his body, the gnoll warrior used up his last bit of strength, raised his heavy axe high, leaped forward, and chopped the living ancient tree's body in half with one axe.

At this moment, a dozen ancient trees around came alive at the same time, twisting their branches and slapping down at the warriors, but the werewolf warriors seemed to have forgotten that their bodies had long been stripped of their armor and were just ordinary flesh and blood.

They rushed forward one by one, roaring the slogan "Even though the flesh and blood die, the soul returns to the temple", never retreating. In this instant, they chopped the dozen or so war tree men into pieces.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh. At this time, dozens of arrows shot towards the warriors, but were chopped away by the protective warriors who were on guard. At this moment, the sharp whistles of the ogre warriors had already resounded throughout the jungle.

But before the follow-up reinforcements arrived, the werewolf warriors who were cutting down trees on the spot had already wielded heavy axes and chased after the figure that was quickly disappearing in the forest.

The barbarian leader Gibb couldn't help but be stunned. The suppression of the forest will was very terrifying. He had tried it when he first came, but these werewolf warriors chased into the forest without hesitation.

"Damn it, you gnolls should just change your name to barbarian berserkers." The totems all over Gib's body suddenly came alive. He brandished the heavy axe in his hand and rushed into the forest, roaring: "Follow me, I will kill all those bastards hiding in the dark today."

Boom! A strong wind blew in the sky and two dragon shadows rushed over from afar. The red dragon Clenaya and the black dragon Rossani flew up rapidly, and below them was a torrent of warriors.

"Everyone, I love war," the red dragon Klenaya roared and pounced into the forest.

Just a few dozen miles was just a moment's journey in front of these powerful warriors and dragons.

Those dozens of werewolf warriors suffered heavy casualties. Although this elven tribe was only a small tribe with a few hundred elves, the existence of the Tree of Life and the Ancient Tree of War allowed these elven tribes to exert exponentially greater combat power.

However, these werewolf warriors are surrounded by the light of the Scarlet Temple, which is the light of loyal and brave souls, granting them blessings and courage.

Even though they were seriously injured, they still stood firm under the siege.

The barbarian leader Gib is indeed a powerful totem berserker. The totems all over his body have come alive. The bear that gives him strength, the eagle that gives him speed, the snake that gives him flexibility, and the turtle that gives him protection have all turned into shadows and surrounded him.

A heavy axe can chop down a war tree man with just one blow. Gib led the barbarian warriors and rushed into the elf tribe to join the besieged wolf warriors.

"Die for me," Gib's muscles bulged and he roared. He swung the giant axe in his hand with a strong light, cutting several elven warriors who were blocking his way in half.

At this time, Clenaya and the black dragon Rossani arrived with support warriors.

Boom! A strong, deep breath came from the red dragon Clenaya. A fan-shaped dragon fire that covered the sky and the earth spewed out from the mother dragon's mouth. The rolling dragon fire burned more than a dozen elven warriors on the ground into charcoal.

"I am death," the black dragon Rossani spread in low dragon language. His magic attracted the magic power in the air, corroding the ground under the feet of many elves into a sour swamp. The elves sank one by one while screaming and were soon swallowed up by the swamp.

Huh, an ancient war tree in the elf tribe launched an attack on the black dragon in mid-air. The thick trunk was like an extended spear, stabbing towards the black dragon.

The black dragon Rosani rolled flexibly in the air, avoiding the attack of the ancient war tree. In the instant he dodged, his sharp dragon claws cut off the branches of the ancient war tree one by one. Then, the black dragon's four claws cut through the tough bark of the ancient tree and dug deeply into the body of the ancient tree.

Roar! The ancient war tree let out a loud roar and wail. The black dragon Rossani's venom corroded the tough outer bark of this tall ancient tree, and then the black dragon gnawed it alive.

This small elven tribe suffered a devastating blow in an instant, and the elven warriors had their heads chopped off one by one by the reinforcements, the gnoll warriors, and the heads were hung around their waists.

The elven elders and some elven druids who held real power were lucky enough to survive, but they were also taken away by the werewolf warriors. They would be used as tributes to commemorate the souls in the Scarlet Temple, and their flesh, blood and bones would become embellishments of the tall bone throne.

There were also about a hundred elven women and children, who were kneeling trembling under the Tree of Life, waiting for judgment.

"Whoever dares to attack our soldiers first should be killed. We will use their blood to commemorate the heroic souls of the dead soldiers," the Black Dragon Rossani made the decision.

In the past half month, it is the turn of the black dragon Rosani and the red dragon Clenaya to guard the Green Forest and gain experience.

However, the female red dragon Clenaya has always been focused on fighting and doesn't care about other things, so the right to speak is usually in the hands of the black dragon Rossani.

The black dragon Rosani, who has always been the most bloodthirsty among the five colored dragons, has the attitude towards these elven tribes that only I can beat you, but you can't beat me.

Once the elven tribe takes action first, the black dragon will leave no one alive, and Charon will not interfere with this decision.

Then all the elves in this elven tribe were beheaded and sacrificed to the throne of the temple. The tall tree of life was also gnawed down by the black dragon and then dismembered one by one.

"Another tree of life has died,"

In the meeting hall on the crown of a tall Tree of Life, a great elf elder had a heavy expression on his face as he sensed the situation from the will of the Tree of Life beneath his feet.

Inside the hall, several elven elders and druids who were arguing fiercely suddenly stopped.

The death of a tree of life represents the decline of yet another tribe. Such news appears frequently in the past few months.

The dragon and his warriors seemed to be cleaning up the entire world, finding these elves from every corner of the world and crushing them to death like stink bugs.

These elven tribes are now frightened and no longer have their original ambitions.

The topic of debate between the elven elders and the druids was not whether to actively expel the dragons, but whether to continue migrating and avoid these invaders.

"I don't think we need to continue migrating. Our two large tribes have united and we already have more than 10,000 elven warriors, which is enough to resist the harassment of the dragon. The abominable red dragon also disappeared recently. It is obvious that he knows that he cannot fight against the combined power of our two tribes."

"Perhaps we can persuade several large tribes closer to us to unite and gather together, so that they won't be afraid of the attack of the dragon!"

An elven elder opposed the continued migration, but the elders and druids who supported him actually accounted for the majority.

This is because each migration of the Tree of Life consumes a lot of energy and brings serious consequences. It will not be able to produce the Water of Life for at least a few years. If it is damaged during the migration, the release of the breath of life will be reduced or even cut off.

The elves are different from other species. The Tree of Life has a symbiotic relationship with the elves.

The elves are the guardians of the Tree of Life, and the Tree of Life releases its own life breath for the elves to absorb.

The elves' longevity and excellent talents also come from this. Without the breath of life from the Tree of Life, these elves would quickly degenerate into another kind of creature.

Moreover, the Water of Life not only prolongs the lifespan of the elves, but can also help increase the fertility rate of this long-lived species with extremely low fertility.

The more powerful the tree of life is, the more water of life it can produce. And because of the magical properties of the tree of life, it will also attract some powerful creatures, even the natural enemies of the tree of life. The tree of life must rely on the protection of the elf tribe to grow safely.

This is also the reason why the Tree of Life unconditionally supports the Elf Tribe. The two sides depend on each other and coexist, and neither is indispensable.

Although the chief elder of the elven tribe is the only one who can communicate with the will of the Tree of Life and holds the key to the migration of the Tree of Life, he cannot ignore the opinions of many elders. He can only keep persuading these elven elders and try to convince them.

The young elf druid Aya silently glanced at the arguing crowd. The radical male elf Reith was one of the elves who held opposing views. This male elf even wanted to persuade these tribes to unite and counterattack.

Aya couldn't help but sneer inwardly. She didn't know where Reese got the confidence to resist the red dragon. Perhaps he was afraid that the others would unite to overthrow those in power and hand them over to the red dragon, so he worked hard to encourage all the elves to participate in the war.

Aya sighed in her heart. After such long-term worry, she even felt that perhaps the death of these people would be a relief for the elven tribe.

……

The lush and boundless forest ushered in another bright morning.

Rows of armored gnoll warriors lined up neatly in front of the open space, pairs of blood-red or brown pupils flashing with a strong fighting spirit. They all held long swords and had short axes hanging from their waists.

During the long battle, even the naturally lazy gnolls were tempered into an elite army by blood and death.

The leader of these gnolls, Yougu, was standing in front, wearing iron armor and showing a head with a bloody mane. The heavy axe in his hand was dark and stained with blood. It was a weapon he forged from the iron armor and weapons of the gnoll warlords.

The powerful dragon-born Centaur Chiron led his Centaur Legion and stood on the right side of the Gnoll Legion. These Centaur warriors held spears in their faces, wore iron armor, and stood solemnly at attention.

During this period, Kallon continuously dispatched soldiers in the territory to the Green Forest to take turns to fight, and through war, he turned these loose dependents into a disciplined team.

In addition, the powerful dragon-born wolf Saha, with a group of heavily armored guards, also stood on the left side of the werewolf army.

The average height of these heavily armored guards is three meters. After wearing the heavy armor covering their entire body, they are even taller and look even stronger than the Centaurs. The blood-red cloak behind them is like a flamboyant battle flag.

Each of these heavily-armored guards was equipped with a long-handled broadsword and a heavy blade, which could cut a person in half with skin and bones in one blow.

Finally, there is the ragtag army of warriors led by the barbarian leader Gibb, which is mainly composed of dozens of barbarian warriors he brought, mixed with some bear goblins, trolls, and ogre warriors.

These warriors were not wearing iron armor, but leather armor or tough animal hide aprons. The energy supply in the Dragon Territory was not enough to fully arm all the warriors, so the treatment of these later miscellaneous troops was slightly worse.

But they were not short of weapons. Each of them was holding a flail, axe or hammer, standing behind the triumphant barbarian leader Gibb.

The barbarian leader Gib was received by the red dragon for his outstanding military exploits. The souls of the barbarians who died in the battle were also able to return to the dragon's temple, which made him feel honored. He waved the heavy axe in his hand and showed off his strength. Without exception, the eyes of these warriors were looking at the suspended bloody temple in the sky and the figures of the dragons behind the bloody temple.

Hulong, the blue dragon Dos and the white dragon Kamide flew over and circled around the Bloody Temple. The figures of the red dragon Clenaya and the black dragon Rossani flew up and down.

At this moment, Karon's huge body also descended, and his dragon claws pressed on the increasingly large blood-red temple. An immeasurable amount of magic power poured into the temple, and the magic power of the world was also gushing out and being sucked in by him.

"Cross the boundless forest, walk across the endless river, pass through the cemetery where countless warriors are buried, and climb to the holy mountain top." Countless songs and war dances emerged in this bloody temple, and the souls of those who died in the battle were singing loudly.

"The bloody temple is located on the top of the mountain. It is the home of loyal and brave souls. The bloody temple longs for the flesh and blood of the enemy. Go, brave warriors, go. Even if the flesh and blood disappear, the soul will return to the temple forever. Sacrifice the temple with the blood of the enemy, and sacrifice the throne with the head of the enemy!"

Countless warriors raised their heads high, raised their weapons, and roared in unison: "Sacrifice blood to the temple, and offer skulls to the throne!"

"Let's go!"

The huge temple radiated infinite light, as if it was pushed forward in the air by a huge red dragon.

The silhouette of a giant dragon soars in the sky, the silhouettes of warriors travel across the earth, they pounce on the distant enemy, determined to win the battle in one go.

Two or three elven warriors were patrolling in the woods not far from the tribe. They worked in teams of two or three, jumping and shuttling between the trees.

In the forest, these elves are blessed by the will of the forest. They are flexible and quick in movement, and are the best scouts.

There was a faint sound of vibration coming from the ground, and several elven warriors were just about to listen.

Croak, night crows and vultures flying through the woods suddenly made strange noisy calls, attracting the attention of these elven warriors.

These elven warriors did not want to expose their position, and were preparing to shoot these noisy creatures to death with their bows and arrows, but the next moment, countless violent gusts of wind came.

The pupils of the elven warriors' eyes dilated rapidly. Those were flying axes, covering all the space that the elven warriors could dodge.

"Enemy..." Before they could even shout a warning, the elven warriors were chopped into dozens of pieces by the flying axes.

The smell of blood gradually filled the quiet forest.

Rumble, the next moment, countless warriors ran through the jungle in the distance, like a fierce tide of beasts, trampling the jungle ground.

Two tall trees of life stood, their dense canopies covering the large elf tribe. Hundreds of meters around the trees of life were green lawns with green grass growing on them.

The elves enjoyed a rare peaceful time, strolling and chatting in this area. These elves knew how to enjoy life, which was a skill that a long-lived race must learn.

At this moment, there was a vibration in the distant forest, as if a tide of beasts in the forest was rushing towards the elf tribe quickly.

However, these elves did not care. The ancient war trees on the periphery were the best defense of the elven tribe. Once these ancient war trees revived, they could easily drive away the rioting beasts.

But suddenly, a large dark cloud floated in the sky, covering an area of more than a hundred meters in the air without any warning, enveloping many elves.

Boom!

Suddenly, bolts of lightning rolled down from the dark clouds and struck the elf tribe, turning the area within a two hundred meter radius into a thunder prison.

High-level magic lightning storm, this large-scale spell released by the joint efforts of mages unleashes powerful power in this world.

Although the countless falling lightning bolts do not have the effect of precise locking, the range of damage is almost the same as the effect of locking on these ordinary elves and some weaker elf warriors. They are all kills with one hit and will die with just one touch.

With just one spell, the elves in the elven tribe were instantly thrown into panic, with many casualties.

The elves were suddenly in a panic when they saw fully armed warriors wearing iron armor. The giant dragon that appeared in the sky made the elves scream.

"Giant...giant dragon! The giant dragon and his warriors are coming," the terrified and trembling screams spread throughout the entire elven tribe.

With a whoosh, a strong wind howled in the sky. The blue dragon Doss called upon the strong wind in the sky to spread the poison developed by the mages all over the place, covering every place in the elven tribe.

Those old or young faces that revived and emerged from the trees were affected by the poison and suddenly showed painful expressions. They wailed in pain and pulled out their branches, trying to stop the oncoming soldiers.

"Grandpa's big axe has been thirsting for a long time," said the barbarian leader Gib, with totems all around his body and muscles bulging. He jumped up excitedly, roared, and chopped down with his axe, cutting a war tree man in half.

The gnoll Yugu also roared and split another war treeman who was blocking the way in half from top to bottom.

Roar! An old face appeared on an extremely ancient war tree that was dozens of meters high. Its tall body came to life, and its thick and long branches swept across, blowing away the red dragon Clenaya that was spraying dragon fire in the air.

But the next moment, Kalon, who was pushing the Bloody Temple with one hand, fell from a high altitude. He seized this moment of opportunity, dug his claws deeply into the trunk of the ancient war tree, stepped on the dense crown of this ancient war tree, took a deep breath, and spewed out destructive and violent pale dragon fire.

Boom,

The extremely violent and high-temperature dragon fire instantly ignited the ancient war tree, which had entered the holy level by relying on endless years of accumulation.

The violent dragon fire of the red dragon was its natural enemy, and after being weakened by the toxins specifically targeting trees, it could only helplessly wave its branches and struggle in the dragon fire. The deep life essence allowed it to persist for a little longer, but it also prolonged its painful time.

The other warriors avoided this area to avoid being accidentally injured. Only those unlucky elves who thought that the ancient war tree was a reliable support were killed by the fallen ancient war tree.

The white dragon Kamide flew up and down around an old war treant, slicing its branches with his claws as he dodged the ancient tree's blows.

The white dragon, who possessed the most outstanding hunting skills, was at ease in the battle. He patiently chopped the tree man in front of him into a stick, and then gave the tree man the final fatal blow.

The black dragon Rosani was wantonly spreading the swamp of death in the air, and would also take the time to spray his strong acid venom to places where there were many elves, causing these elven warriors to die in pain.

Rumble, the Centaur Chiron led his fully armed Centaur cavalry into the elven tribe through the opened gap. The armored cavalry was the nightmare of all infantry.

A team of elven warriors bravely rushed towards the invaders, but the centaur cavalry who rushed past did not even need to swing their weapons. They just held their spears horizontally and pierced the elven warriors on their spears.

The warriors that followed the Centaur Cavalry immediately spread out in the half-elf tribe. Every blow they made would be aimed at the elves' necks. They relied on their armor without fear, and in an instant the entire elven camp was littered with human heads.

"Attack the Tree of Life. All the important figures of the Elf Tribe are there," the gnoll Yugu, whose body was covered in the blood of the elves, raised the battle axe in his hand high and shouted to the Centaur Chiron.

At the top of the Tree of Life, which is guarded by the natural protective barrier of the Tree of Life and the natural divine barrier of the elven elders, layers of surging energy are gathering, and those elven druids and elven elders seem to be performing some large-scale magic or divine art.

There were also many elven druids guarding the meeting hall in front of the Tree of Life. When they saw the invaders starting to rush here, they jumped off the Tree of Life one after another, transformed into fighting creatures such as earth war bears and tall giant eagles, and joined the battlefield.

Awooo! An ogre raised a double-headed flail and swung it with such force that a violent sound of wind was heard. It slammed into the sharp claws of an earth war bear with a bang. With a crack, the war bear's claws broke and it let out a painful cry.

But the troll next to him swung his club and hit the druid-turned-war bear with one blow, causing its brain to splatter. He raised his club high and roared happily, "Brains for the temple, brains for the temple!"

Other elven druids cast spells on the Tree of Life, scattering seeds towards the invaders. Thick vines instantly grew, trying to tie up and kill the invaders.

But the werewolf spellcasters provided blessings and protection to the warriors who were charging in the front, and the seeds slipped away from the warriors like deflected arrows, fell to the ground, and grew again.

But the rapidly growing vines were immediately chopped off by the warriors rushing past from behind, making strange wailing sounds and breaking into countless vines.

With a crackle, a thick bolt of lightning descended. After releasing the storm, the blue dragon Dos began to draw thunder in the sky, flew to the top of the Tree of Life, and spewed out lightning.

The slightly injured red dragon Clenaya also rejoined the battle. The angry female dragon took a deep breath and exhaled her dragon breath with gradually increasing power.

The natural shield of the Tree of Life and the spell shield of the Druid were being rapidly depleted and were about to break.

Boom! Karon, who had once again dealt with an ancient war tree, pushed the Bloody Temple across the sky. For the red dragon, the most powerful weapon at this time was its body.

He brought the Bloody Temple straight into the natural shield. The huge impact instantly shattered the shield, revealing the terrified elven elders in the meeting hall.

"Little mice, welcome to the end of your lives!" Caron's huge head blocked the door of the meeting hall, sparks sprayed from his nose, and a bright line of fire instantly spread from his abdomen to his throat.

boom,
A terrifying molten stream of unimaginable temperature gushed out from the red dragon's mouth, breaking the shields of the elven elders who were still chanting spells, and then ignited their bodies.

Bang! A powerful explosion burst out from the top of the Tree of Life. The uncontrolled huge magic power and the red dragon's dragon fire reacted violently, blowing the entire crown of the Tree of Life into pieces. Even Charon was pushed away.

The elven warriors who were still struggling to resist with their little remaining courage suddenly lost their courage and tried to flee the battlefield, howling, but were chased by the ruthless warriors and had their heads chopped off.

Many elves instantly laid down their weapons, knelt on the ground, and begged for forgiveness from the dragon's followers, including Aya.

This kind-hearted elf druid who liked to slack off knelt on the ground with a dejected look on her face. She thought that this was a good thing, as the choice she made had borne fruit and she could now be free.

The dragon's warriors passed by the elves who were kneeling on the ground. Whether they lived or died was decided by the dragon. Even if they were killing madly, the dragon's will was above everything else.

The warriors cut off the heads of all the elves who dared to resist or try to escape, raised the heads of the enemies, and shouted towards the bloody temple and the dragon in the sky: "Blood sacrifice to the temple, skulls to the throne! Blood sacrifice to the temple, skulls to the throne!"

The Bloody Temple was blooming with infinite light. The souls within it were singing the song of the dragon, guiding the spirits of the heroes who died in the battle. The blood and souls of the enemies were absorbed by the Bloody Temple and transformed into murals that were so vivid that they seemed as if they were right in front of you.

boom,
The red dragon's body fell. He looked at the elves kneeling on the ground and laughed, "Go, go. I will let you go. You need to spread my will in this forest and in all the elves' tribes. Tell them that those who obey me will survive and prosper, and those who resist me will be destroyed and die!"

"Let all the elven tribes make a choice. Will they offer me the few elven tribes that attacked the camp, or will they become medals of honor for my warriors like these two tribes! I look forward to their choice!"

The red dragon's sturdy claws pressed on the huge Tree of Life. His resolute will merged with the trembling consciousness of the Tree of Life. His arrogant laughter echoed in the consciousness of the Tree of Life: "Tell all the trees of life, those who follow me will prosper, and those who go against me will perish!"

(End of this chapter)