Under the Red Dragon.

Chapter 134 The King of the World
Kalon's strong and sturdy body was perched on the crown of the Tree of Life, which seemed almost as high as the clouds. His broad wings, which were thirty-two meters long, were covered with mysterious flame patterns.

These flame patterns are entangled with rune veins representing earth and metal. These rune veins light up quietly at this moment, making the red dragon's wings look like the wings of a god.

His ferocious and majestic head looked down from above, surrounded by dancing dragons. In the eyes of the elves kneeling on the ground, he looked like the embodiment of some kind of divinity.

So these elves placed their expectations and hopes on the red dragon and the group of dragons tumbling below the red dragon.

The old elf elder Cade shouted loudly: "Praise the great red dragon, praise the great dragons, and pay high tribute to you, the supreme king of the world!"

At this moment, all the elves turned from worrying about destruction to high enthusiasm. They shouted loudly: "Praise the great red dragon, praise the great group of dragons, we pay you the highest praise and admiration, the supreme dragon king of the world, the noble dragon of the world!"

The voice of the elves shook the forest, shook the world, and gathered into a tsunami. Even the surrounding forests echoed with songs of praise, and the tree of life swayed and sprinkled green life light, as if it was also calling for praise.

There were more than tens of thousands of elves gathered here, far more than the dragons had expected. All the elite warriors and druids from the remaining large elf tribes in the Green Forest were dispatched, and not counting the rest of the ordinary elves, there were already more than 20,000.

Adding the numbers of the three original elf tribes that huddled together for warmth, it is roughly estimated that there are at least 50,000 elves. Even though many elves are hanging on the branches of the ancient war tree, they are still overwhelming and cover the mountains and plains, with huge crowds of people.

If the dragon hadn't stood high enough, you wouldn't be able to see the end of it.

These elves, who were mobilized in full force, originally intended to test the dragon's power. If the dragon's power could compete, they would turn to a state of all-out war.

But under the concentrated fire of the dragons, the almost destructive power caused these elves to transform rapidly. A huge deep pit with a radius of hundreds of meters and a length of a thousand meters was left behind, burying thousands of elves in an instant.

Under this divine power, these elves have become casual and shallow believers of the dragon.

The power of faith and mental energy of tens of thousands of elves instantly overwhelmed the red dragon and the dragon group in the sky. Although this power of faith was weak and almost invisible,

But the number of elves is really too much. The elves in this world alone far exceed the number of people in the dragon territory.

These elves are the elite in this world. Although the power of faith they bring is weak, it is considerable when added together.

Every dragon in the dragon group was ecstatic. They felt the strange power flowing into their bodies like drops of water.

They soared excitedly in the sky, making clear and loud dragon roars.

Although this power is weak, each dragon only gets a small amount; although this power is unfamiliar, no dragon has ever seen it before.

But the dragon's heritage told them that this was a power that could only be felt by touching the divine realm—the power of faith.

Although the power of faith is already a fairly common common sense among gods and those favored by gods, it is still a supreme mystery below the realm of divinity.

In the history of these giant dragons, there has never been a giant dragon that became a god because of the power of faith. Even the dragon god of the giant dragons was born as a god and then became a god.

There are many reasons for this, but the main reason is that no one is willing to regard the dragon as a god. Even the monsters who take the dragon as their master will at most regard the dragon as their lord.

This can be seen from the behavior of the dragons that once ruled the world.

Countless years ago, dragons ruled everything in the world, including the sky, the earth, and the ocean, but no dragon ever ascended to the throne of god.

This is because in the era when dragons rule the world, the rise and fall of all races in the world depends solely on the taste of the dragons.

If the dragon likes you, your race will decline. If the dragon hates you, your race will perish.

The elves at this time worship and admire the dragon for its power, but if the dragon group behaves like the other dragons in ancient times, then these elves will quickly change and become a force to resist the dragon's rule.

This was the shortcoming of the Dragon Age, there was a little bit of order mixed in with the chaos, there was order, but not much.

Although the power of faith is rare, it is of great help to the giant dragons in the dragon group. They can gain many benefits by touching this power.

The most important thing is that they will gradually realize the benefits and advantages brought by order, and the power of faith is just one of them.

As for Charon, who was perched on the top of the Tree of Life, he received the greatest impact. Abundant mental power and a large amount of faith power compared to other dragons descended into his body.

The vortex of mental energy that had been accumulating and expanding has now become like a rotating galaxy, emitting bits of mysterious light, floating in Kallon's spiritual sea.

However, the power of faith mixed with the prayers, wishes and praises of the elves was rejected by Charon's own extremely pure mental will, which represented the supreme power.

The birth of this ability is closely related to Charon's own will and mind. The supreme power actually requires the power of faith that the gods consider necessary to be dormant beneath itself.

However, these powers of faith are also actively attached to Caron's soul, will and even body, causing some kind of collision and conflict with Caron's mental energy.

Although this conflict and collision gradually turned into reconciliation under Caron's own will, a wonderful change gradually emerged in this friction and reconciliation.

Charon's huge dragon body began to change, switching from a huge red dragon into a dragon-born form with dragon horns pointing upwards, a human body standing upright, a ferocious skull, and thick scales.

But in the next moment, his body shape gradually changed again, from a dragon form to another form, his dragon horns shrank, his scales disappeared, and his long tail vanished.

His figure changed slightly, his five claws turned into slender and powerful fingers, and his ears turned into pointed ears similar to those of an elf, but he had red hair like fluttering flames.

His ferocious and majestic face also turned into an elf-like face, but different from those slightly feminine elves.

Caron's face is angular, his features are three-dimensional, and his bone structure is superb, representing the most masculine and handsome combination.

It was just that the elves' natural femininity slightly modified Charon's overly aggressive eyes and the red dragon's flamboyant temperament, making sure that no one dared to face his eyes.

But at this moment the elves' enthusiasm was even greater than before. Even some elven warriors with particularly strong minds developed a superficial faith in the elven incarnations before them. They swarmed around the Tree of Life like worker bees facing the supreme queen bee.

The elves were no longer just making empty praises, but singing from the bottom of their hearts. They held hands and danced under the Tree of Life like the one in the elven tribal festival.

"Great red dragon, he is the supreme king of the world. He has the incarnation of elves. That is the most beautiful color in the world and the face that all elves yearn for."

"Oh, great red dragon! He is the supreme king of the world. He is the king of other races and the god of the elves. He is the embodiment of the beauty and power of the elves. He can bring destruction, but he can also bring new life!"

Amid the singing and praises of these elves, Charon's elven form took shape at an unimaginable speed.

The Tree of Life at his feet was woven into a wreath with the buds richest in life energy, but it could not be worn on Caron's head. Instead, it turned into a small bracelet, carrying the blessing and energy of life, and blooming with a soft glow.

But in the next moment, Kalon's elf form quickly switched back to his original red dragon body. He lowered his head, and his deep voice rang in the ears of many elves: "I am a king first, and then a god! You can regard me as a god, but you must respect me as a king first!"

Countless elves stopped dancing and singing, sighing with disappointment on their faces. They were disappointed that they would never see Charon's elf form again.

But Kalon's words represented the will of the red dragon. All the elves leaned down and shouted in unison: "My king, my lord, we obey your will!"

Charon spread his wide wings and roared loudly, his voice drowning out the voices of all dragons and the resonance of all elves.

But his calm will was sensing the changes within himself.

At that moment, his Transfiguration had been completely changed beyond all recognition. Under the distortion of the evil dragon's blood, mental power, and power of faith, Transfiguration, which was originally a spell, had become an ability similar to a bloodline talent.

The changes of three forms flowed in his eyes. These were three phases, and one form represented one phase. Currently, there were only three phases: the true form of the dragon, the form of the dragonborn, and the form of the elf.

The three-phase transformation also brought Charon a new insight. Perhaps in the future, every time there is a new race under his command that believes in him as a god, and the power of faith reaches a certain level, he will generate a new phase.

This phase represents the image that the race that believes in Kalon hopes for Kalon's existence. From this, it can be seen that Kalon's previous changes in his own form were also affected to a certain extent.

"Is it the influence of the people under your rule? Come, come, let's see whether you have a greater influence on me or my will is stronger."

Caron opened his big mouth full of ferocious fangs. He felt himself being wrapped in the light of the mind. His pure soul and will revealed a smile of challenge and victory.

Those powers of faith were distorted by Kalon's will and mental energy, changing Kalon in another way of existence, but Kalon felt that this was not a bad thing.

"Every time a new race's faith reaches a certain level, a new phase will be generated. Will I also have to add the name of the Dragon with a Thousand Faces and Thousand Aspects in the future?"

Karon thought of his new ability, stroked his chin and fell into a brief thought, "It seems that the founding dragon god Io also has a related name, the Nine-Faced Dragon God Io, which represents this ability."

"Tsk," Caron shook his head and threw this somewhat blasphemous thought out of his mind. He felt that this kind of existence might be able to sense his existence with just a touch of thought.

Although the nine-faced dragon god Io is dead in the legend, this great being has the ability to rise from his coffin at any time, and Charon does not want to try to attract the attention of such a being.

Moreover, although the power of faith provided by these elven tribes is far from enough for ascending to deity, Charon cannot guarantee whether the chain reaction triggered by inciting these ancient beings will be good or bad for him.

To say that the Platinum Dragon God Bahamut and the Five-Colored Dragon Queen Tiamat, who were born from the corpse of the Founding Dragon God, did not pay much attention to the methods and connections of the Founding Dragon God, it is estimated that those low-intelligence dragon beasts would not believe it.

"I just hope that I can attract attention as late as possible," Kalon suddenly let out a breath. Although Kalon has been restraining all his energy and traces on a daily basis, and his mental energy is also following Kalon's will to some extent, concealing Kalon's existence, but Kalon is not sure whether this measure will be useful for those high-ranking gods.

Even if Charon's methods are effective for himself, when his territory develops to a certain extent and the dragon group he leads grows to a certain size, it will eventually attract attention.

For this, Charon could only be thankful that even those immortal gods were not omnipotent. Their eyes were on the endless starry sky and would not always focus on a fixed main plane.

"Forget it. Why think so much? It's just like we have to deal with it. If it fails, we can deal with it later."

The red dragon relaxed, stretched out his wings lazily, patted the joyful tree of life beneath him and said, "Hey, do you have any fruit? The kind that is really powerful!"

The time has come to reap the fruits of victory, although the biggest fruits have already been harvested by the dragons.

……

The Dragon Territory has been very busy recently, with many people rushing from the villages in the forest to the only two big cities in the Dragon Territory, the Golden City and Gulfstream City.

As a result, the public security in these two cities has been severely tested recently. Although no one dares to cause trouble in front of the security soldiers holding weapons and wearing leather armor, friction will exist when there are too many people.

The whole city was in an uproar, and serious conflicts even led both sides to enter the newly built Dragon Arena to decide the outcome.

Not only the residents of the Dragon Territory, but also many outsiders who heard the news, flocked to the Golden City because of the recent regulations issued by the Dragon Territory.

Because the dragon gave wives to everyone.

According to the law just promulgated in the territory, all the people who settle in the dragon territory, as long as they are single men or women, will be assigned a husband or wife by the dragon, or used as labor, and both will be elves.

Regardless of race or creature, as long as one is a ruler, the first element is definitely to clearly distinguish between rewards and punishments, which is the important foundation for all rule. Therefore, Kalon made all the three elf tribes that were guilty of the dragon group into slaves, and then combined them with other races in the territory in the form of families. This not only quickly absorbed these elves, but also promoted the integration of races in the territory and the formation of a cohesive mindset.

However, Caron obviously underestimated the impact of this move. It originally required a lot of energy to purchase slaves and attract immigrants. Under the influence of this law, even some slave-hunting mercenaries settled in pairs in the dragon territory, not to mention other immigrants.

Because it’s the dragon territory, it’s really given.

At this time, the Golden City Office had already been tightly surrounded by a crowd of people. Many short-statured dog-headed security guards had to bark at the top of their lungs while struggling to pull their weapons to push away the crowd.

But the hoarse shouts of the ogres had long been drowned out by the noisy discussions. No one paid any attention to these ogres at all, and they all tried to squeeze forward one by one.

"Hey, old Dutton, you already have a wife but you still come here to line up. Aren't you afraid that your cat will fight with you tonight? Besides, the decree issued by the dragon says that only single people can apply. You dare to fool those adults, you are probably courting death!"

In the crowd, a tall and strong man pushed aside the person in front of him and teased the farmer next to him.

The farmer called Old Dutton suddenly looked serious. He muttered in a low voice: "Humph, I have parted ways with that vulgar woman who likes to fight. I want to apply to bring back a beautiful elf to piss off that vulgar woman to death."

But the tall and strong man ignored him. He raised his hands high and shouted to the Kobold soldiers who were trying to maintain order: "I report, I report this man, Old Dutton. He originally had a wife, and he wanted to cheat!"

"Damn it," Old Dutton blushed, and was about to get out of the crowd and line up in another direction, but the kobold soldiers were already barking angrily, "Catch him! He dared to fool the law and fool the wise kobolds! Catch him now."

So the unfortunate old Daton was dragged out of the crowd by the angry ogre soldiers, his hands and feet tied with ropes, and he waited for the judgment of the relevant officials.

Not only did Old Dalton fail to obtain the elf, he also lost his original wife. More importantly, according to the territory laws that were gradually being formulated and improved, he would also lose his hard-earned free life.

Only the tall and strong man clenched his fists excitedly. There was one less competitor, and his chances of bringing the elf beauty home increased a little bit.

The tall and strong man followed the crowd and waited in line for most of the day. The officials who were in charge of the work had also been replaced by a new group. He was hungry and thirsty, but he did not dare to leave the line to find something to eat or drink.

He slapped his head in annoyance and muttered, "Damn it, you are such an idiot, why didn't you bring some food and drinks in advance."

But as he watched the team gradually approaching, there were only a few people in front of him, and the faces of the human officials in charge were already visible, so he still endured it patiently.

He pricked up his ears and listened to the questions and answers of the officials and the people in front of him in the noisy environment, hoping to gain some experience for himself.

"Hand over your identification badge," the officials were already going through the process numbly. With such a huge workload, even with three shifts working in shifts a day, these officials had no life on their faces and looked lifeless.

An orc adventurer handed over his identity badge, smiling cautiously.

"What? You've only been here for two days. You don't have any house or property, and you don't have a fixed income or residence. So why are you here to join in the fun? You can't prove that you can support yourself and your wife. Go away," the official waved his hand impatiently and drove the orc adventurer away.

"next."

Another barbarian warrior stepped forward and handed over his identity badge.

The official's face brightened up when he saw you. He said amiably, "You are a soldier from the Barbarian Regiment. You have fought with the Regiment and have made great contributions. You should go to the soldier channel. You only need to register and you will be assigned directly. You don't need to queue up here for review."

The barbarian warrior scratched his head, smiled, took back his identity badge, and pulled his companions behind him towards the building the official pointed to.

He muttered in a low voice, "It must be Chief Jib. He likes women with big butts and thick legs, so he didn't tell us about this. We will go back and complain to the dragon and expose his ugly face."

Another barbarian warrior responded in a low voice: "It seems that Chief Gib has received a reward from the dragon. He even specially asked for a female centaur warrior as his wife. For this, he often went to drink with Chiron, the leader of the Centaur Legion."

The tall and strong man listened to the barbarian's words and felt envy from the bottom of his heart. The female Centaurs were strong, but good-looking. In his eyes, they had a unique sexiness and beauty. However, he did not have the courage to contact these female Centaurs.

It is said that in order to gain the favor of the Centaur female warriors, one must conquer them in a one-on-one duel. Although the tall and strong man looks strong enough, he is just an ordinary farmer and he does not have the ability to subdue those fierce female warriors.

"What a pity! My future child must be sent to the Dragon Academy to learn a set of skills so that he can fuck anyone he wants in the future. He doesn't have to choose his targets like me."

Some messy thoughts flashed through the tall and strong man's mind, and then he stood in front of the official's desk and took the initiative to hand over his identity card.

"Waterfa? What a weird name?" The official complained inwardly, looked at the small seal on the identity plate, proving that this was a long-term resident, and then began to ask questions.

"Watfa, right? How many people are there in your family? Does he have a spouse? Does he have a house? Does he have land? Can he read?" The official began to ask questions in a serious manner.

"Sir, I am the only one in my family. I came here with my neighbors. I don't have a wife yet, but I do have a house. As for the farmland, since I have only been here for more than a year, I have only cultivated four acres of land. It is not a problem to support myself and my wife, but it is too difficult to learn to read. I don't know many words."

The tall and strong man scratched his messy hair and answered shyly.

"Not bad, he seems to be a hardworking boy," the official showed a satisfied look on his face. He stamped a document with the seal in his hand and handed it to the tall and strong man.

"You have passed the preliminary review. Judging from your qualifications, if you have not lied, you will probably pass the subsequent review as well. You are illiterate, so I have some things to explain to you," the official's face became serious.

The tall and strong man nodded quickly and pricked up his ears to listen.

"You need to get the consent of the wife you bring back. Of course, they usually agree. After all, they don't want to be slaves forever."

The official paused and continued, "As long as you get married under the witness of the bells in the Golden City, your wife will be included in your family register. Before she leaves your family, she can be considered a free person and has all the rights of a free person."

"But if for some reason your future wife escapes from your family, she will be considered a slave again. If you let her go yourself or allow her to do so, you will also be considered a slave and all the rights that belong to free people will be revoked."

"So, remember to keep an eye on your wife. If she defects, notify the sheriff of the territory as soon as possible. It's best to capture her as soon as possible. Do you understand?" The official had a serious face, but it was full of hints.

The tall and strong man nodded. He stood at attention as if he was swearing allegiance to the dragon under its flag. He answered loudly and solemnly, "I understand. For the sake of the dragon and the territory, I will capture my wife as soon as possible!"

At this moment in the city of Gulfstream, after many recruitments, the pioneer militia has expanded from more than 3,000 people to more than 6,000 people.

Thanks to the Golden River that runs through the forest, convenient and fast small boats sail downstream and always bring the supplies needed by the pioneering militia on time. Under such abundant conditions, the construction of Gulfstream City has begun to take shape.

Under the planning of the bronze dragon Alina, rows of neatly arranged houses are located around the plains under the mountain, next to the Golden River.

But in the past few days, the small boats floating downstream brought not only supplies, but also an exciting piece of good news. This good news made the bachelors of the pioneer militia full of energy in these days, and the speed of opening up fertile land became much faster.

Although the members of these pioneer militias were still serfs, their contributions to the Dragon Territory had made them regarded as free men, so they also had the rights of free men.

The food harvested from the land reclaimed by Gulfstream City is now self-sufficient and can also supply a large part of the dragon territory as storage. This is also the benefit of the temporary implementation of the military control system.

Considering this, this is equivalent to the dragon giving an advance reward to the members of the pioneer militia. It can also boost the morale of the pioneer militia and make them work harder for the dragon.

If you want the horse to run, you have to feed it well!

The little girl Nora and some of her friends skillfully gathered the flocks of sheep and beasts on the hillside. They swung their whips with a loud bang and drove the beasts, who were still attached to the fertile green grass on the mountain even when night fell, back to the animal pens at the foot of the mountain.

Like these little friends, Nora's once pale and skinny cheeks are becoming plump and rosy. The most obvious advantage in the dragon territory is that she can always be well fed.

Although this condition seems so simple, it is difficult for most civilians in the world to meet this condition.

And because the dragon's followers always love meat, the people in these pioneer militias also often eat meat. Although they can't eat it every day, this kind of life is already happy enough for these people.

The little girl Nora is about to forget her life in the wilderness, her unfortunate parents, her poor village, and the dangers of every day.

She now has the company of her grandmother, a group of friends with whom she plays and grazes, a stable and peaceful life, and the care of many kind elders. She feels that life has never been so beautiful.

In particular, thanks to Nora's patience and care, the flock she herded has given birth to its first litter this year, and according to regulations, she has received a lamb as a reward.

At this time, Nora was holding the little bleating lamb in her arms and driving the flock. When all the sheep were driven into the animal pen, Nora also released her lamb back to the ewe, allowing it to thrive under the ewe's milk.

Then Nora said goodbye to her friends one by one and ran back to her home happily.

A simple but not shabby wooden house appeared in Nora's eyes. Although the wooden house was inconspicuous among a row of houses, Nora saw the lights in her own home at a glance.

This is the wooden house that was built with the help of the village chief, Uncle Fahn, who lives next door to Nora.

Nora skipped to the house of Village Chief Fahn and stood on tiptoe to knock on Fahn's window, knock, knock.

The village chief's voice came from the room, "The door is open, little Nora, can you change your bad habits? You know, it's inconvenient for a single man to be alone at home."

"Hehe, Uncle Faan, please don't always say things that are not good for children," Nora jumped into the house and saw the village chief Faan kneeling in front of the window on the other side, praying with his eyes closed and muttering the words of prayer in a low voice.

During this time, Nora and her grandmother had been taken care of by the village chief, Fahn. They had come to regard this uncle, with whom they had a close relationship, as a real relative, and therefore had no scruples.

"Hey, Uncle Faan, you are praying again. Are you praying to those majestic and beautiful dragons? Let me hear it!"

The little girl Nora sat down next to Fan and looked at the serious-looking village chief with a smile.

"I am praying to the gods I worship. They bring us light, hope, and a better life. Even though their church did something wrong, it doesn't mean that was their original intention."

Faan explained seriously that although he had been expelled from the church, he still believed in his former gods and therefore maintained the habit of praying.

"But when we were in danger, we didn't see your gods lend a helping hand, Uncle Fahn. When we were captured, no gods performed miracles either."

The little girl Nora said innocently, "But now, it is the dragons, the bronze dragon Lady Alina, the dragons that rule the golden land, and the beautiful and mighty Lady Kalon who gave us a good life."

"In my opinion, these dragons are the gods that bring us beauty, hope and light. Uncle Faan, listen to me and pray to the dragons instead!"

Young aunt Nora patted her plain chest and said in a high voice.

The village chief Fahn was stunned for a moment. After a long time, he finally stood up.

"Where are you going, Uncle Fahn? It's so late, go try the mushroom soup made by grandma." Nora invited.

"Hey, I'm going to bring you an aunt, so you can feel the reward of the dragon that brought us so much good." Faan touched Nora's head and chuckled, "Work hard, Nora, maybe next year, I will bring you a little brother."

Nora widened her already large eyes and asked stupidly, "But what does this have to do with my efforts?"

(End of this chapter)