Under the Red Dragon.

Chapter 146 Coming
The endless mountains are like a giant dragon buried deep in the earth, and they are also growing along with the growing dragon.

The Dragon Nest Mountains are now gradually spreading towards the sea, like a small tail growing out of a mountain range. Some connected low earthen hills emerge from the earth and stretch towards the sea.

The weather today was exceptionally clear, so many residents living near the Dragon's Nest Mountains could see countless bat-winged dragons flying through the mountains, their countless wings vibrating, making a collective resonant flapping sound.

The dependent soldiers that used to be scattered all over the road to the dragon's nest have all been withdrawn, leaving only the dependent soldiers guarding the checkpoint at the foot of the mountain and the imperial guards in front of the last step to the top of the dragon's nest.

These flying dragons replaced the soldiers and became the eyes and minions of the dragons among the mountains. They were faster than any wyverns in the Ekania world. Many bat-winged flying dragons only needed less than a quarter of an hour to fly around the mountains.

This makes it difficult for any creature that attempts to cross the mountains to escape the eyes and attacks of the dragon's minions.

In addition, many warriors who were smart and flexible enough were selected to choose dragon partners that suited them from the mountain where the bat-winged dragons built their nests.

However, although the bat-winged dragons have surrendered to the dragon group, their inner pride will not allow them to be willingly tamed by these warriors.

These smart and flexible warriors need to use their own abilities to tame these flying dragons. Only those who can successfully tame the flying dragons and have their own flying mounts can be selected into the Aerospace Corps and become a main combat regiment soldier with enviable treatment and extremely high status.

So now the mountainside where the bat-winged dragons built their nests is very lively. From time to time, unlucky reserve soldiers are teased by the dragons and thrown down from low altitude. The screams are drowned out by the bat-winged dragons' teasing and excited cries.

Although these bat-winged dragons did not dare to put the lives of these dragon reserve soldiers in danger, knocking them off their feet was enough to teach these soldiers a lesson.

Those unlucky warriors who failed to successfully reach a partnership with the dragon would be regarded as not smart enough and flexible enough. They would be eliminated and could only choose to become soldiers of other types of legions or join the ranks of sheriffs.

Because the dragon's main combat corps only needs to be elite enough, whether in terms of strength or luck.

Among the warriors waiting to go on stage and choose their own targets to be tamed, Count Bartoli was among them.

This countess was powerful enough, but because she had to deal with all matters in her own earldom, she was unable to participate in the battle on the Green Forest plane. This made this excitement-seeking and warlike countess extremely disappointed.

Countess Bathori believed that if she could take part in this battle, she would do no worse than centurions such as the gnoll Yugu and the barbarian Gib, because she was not only an extremely powerful warrior, but also possessed military qualities.

So she also hopes to get Charon's permission to establish her own regiment.

The flying dragon regiment and the air and space army that was about to be created were her goals. She gave up her noble life not to become an ordinary officer in the dragon territory, but to prove with her strength that she was worthy of the dragon's trust.

Seeing another warrior who had successfully tamed a dragon happily riding it at low altitude, Bartoli could no longer bear it. The tall and plump countess wore tight leather armor, and she did not look petite even among so many tall warriors.

She stepped out of the crowd and headed towards the largest cave, where lived the king and leader of the bat-winged dragon clan, the most powerful dragon and exactly her target.

"Oh, this is such a sexy and wild female leopard. She actually dared to challenge the king of flying dragons. I have decided that even if she fails, I will not laugh at her."

The atmosphere among the soldiers in the crowd became lively. Before this, no one had targeted the leader of the flying dragons. They all had enough self-knowledge.

A sturdy human soldier stood beside his tamed dragon and shouted loudly to encourage the brave female warrior Bartoli. He whistled with a frivolous look on his face.
"Come on, beautiful and wild female warrior, your sexiness makes me excited, and your courage makes me admire you. Even if you fail, I can let you ride a flying dragon with me and experience the feeling of flying in the sky!"

Countess Bartoli turned her soft and streamlined face and looked at the proud warrior. The corners of her mouth raised slightly and she laughed loudly: "Tsk, I'm not interested in a weakling like you!"

Amid the laughter of many warriors and the embarrassment of the warrior who teased her, Bartoli stepped into the cave to meet her challenge.

The huge Caron folded his wings and looked down from the top of the mountain. His excellent eyesight allowed him to see the whole scene and he slightly revealed his long, thick, white fangs. The slight fatigue accumulated from long-term practice and forging was happily swept away at this moment.

Behind Kalon, a tall temple stood on the top of the mountain.

In front of the cathedral, there is a huge golden bell hanging, reflecting dazzling light under the sunlight.

Karon sensed that within this huge golden bell, a faint force of faith was gathering and slowly flowing through the entire body of the bell, giving the giant golden bell a layer of pure white halo.

After several months of continuous practice and improvement, he finally completed his work. Although it was still a semi-finished product, he no longer needed to put too much effort into it. All he had to do was wait for time.

During this period, the rest of the bells were also delivered to other cities and every village settlement in the territory, but Kalon did not let those loyal souls ring the golden bell right now.

Because according to the calendar that anthropologists revised and corrected based on their territory and began to publish, the last day of the year will soon be approaching.

The creatures in this world do not have festivals and customs like the New Year, but after Charon came, they will have them.

Now that Charon has made his choice and decision, he will transform his territory according to his own ideas, and influence the entire world.

This is the character of the Red Dragon, and also what Kalon thinks!

On the last day of the year, Kalon will ring the golden bell to end the old year and usher in the new year.

That day is also named the annual interest day, or the end of the year!
Having unique festivals and activity rituals belonging to one's own kingdom is also an important step in establishing a unified cultural consciousness. Racial differences are not a difficult point. Having a unified cultural consciousness is enough to bridge any racial differences.

Those who obey the etiquette and laws of the dragon are the people of the dragon.

At the top of the Dragon Temple, a huge red flag that was exactly the same color as Charon's scales was unfurled in the wind. The flag was fluttering and the seal on the flag was clearly visible.

It was a virtual red dragon's eye inlaid with gems of various colors: green, red, blue, black, bronze, and tawny. Each gem was like the glow blooming from the dragon's eye, making the dragon's eye look like the eye of a god looking down on the world.

This is the flag of the Dragon Territory. It was modified, and there were a few transparent gems without any color. It also represented Kalon's vision and ambition for the future. The red flag fluttered in the wind. Kalon stood on the top of the mountain, looking down at his territory, and suddenly sighed softly, "The end of the year is approaching!"

As the end of the year approaches, the territory becomes extremely busy.

After receiving the news, officials at all levels in the territory began to prepare for the first important festival in the Dragon Territory.

These officials were busy, giving top priority to the orders and goals issued by the dragon. Even the city built under the supervision of the white dragon Gmot, the King's Capital, had to slow down its construction to prepare for this important festival.

The fireworks factory built on the outskirts of the Golden City at the foot of Longchao Mountain is now extremely busy. Thanks to the fact that the materials and craftsmanship of fireworks are not complicated, ordinary people can set up an entire production line of fireworks products as long as they master them.

The dozen or so apprentices who once followed the goblin Bang Bang have now become masters in charge of the entire fireworks factory.

In order to meet the upcoming huge demand, the fireworks produced were simply painted with the logo of the Dragon Territory on the outer shell.

Even so, the entire fireworks manufacturing plant is increasing its staff.

Many Gnoll soldiers were barking and moving and handing over truckloads of cargo. The cargo, marked with locations, was received by the Gnoll soldiers and then transported to their destinations.

"Woof woof, these are the goods from Shenhe Village. We are going to Niuti Village," the leading dog-headed man yelled at his men in annoyance.

"You stupid idiot, you got the wrong goods. You are such an idiot that you put your dog head behind your butt! You are causing trouble for me!"

The need to supply so many fireworks is not because this product, which has been established as a giant industry, has become very popular. In fact, the fireworks production line has only just been perfected and matured.

But as it was the first major festival, Caron thought it would not be excessive to make it more grand, so at his suggestion, every city, village and family would be given at least one single-tube firework.

As for those businessmen who do not have the concept of the Chinese New Year festival, I believe that after experiencing an unforgettable night, they will also have a strong interest in this cheap product that can bring a moment of brilliance.

At that time, there would be no need for Longqun Territory to promote this product too much. It would naturally have many customers and then usher in its own wealth growth.

Not only the fireworks factory, but even the government departments and basic management departments within the territory are busy and arguing.

"Oh, damn it, there's a dog-headed man here, a dog-headed man from the Crypt Village, who gave birth to six cubs this year. My God, you know, the human residents only gave birth to four at most. Lucky quadruplets!"

The grassroots official wearing a hat with dragon horns pointing up into the sky rubbed his forehead in distress. This kind of hat with dragon horns pointing up into the sky is an extremely popular hat in the territory. Various kinds of dragon horn hats were first made popular by young children who liked to stick two branches on their foreheads.

Some businessmen with a keen eye therefore launched this kind of hat accessory, which became popular in the dragon territory for a while, and the businessmen with a keen eye made a fortune from it.

"That's nothing. I have a report here. A goblin in Sour Plum Village gave birth to eight little ones within the past year. This is so outrageous that it would be outrageous even in the human kingdom."

Another official wearing a soft horned hat said to his colleague, "It seems that the title of heroic mother should belong to this lucky goblin. In my opinion, if we continue to encourage these useless races to have children, it won't take more than a few years for these green guys to run around everywhere in the territory!"

"Hush," another human officer sitting in the corner without a hat motioned his colleague to keep his voice down. He said, "Of course, the higher-ups are in charge of these matters. We just need to follow orders. And now the higher-ups want us to be fair and balanced. Your words are not welcome!"

"Okay, okay," the official in the soft-horned hat shrugged nonchalantly. "Since we want to be fair, why don't we just select one person from each race to be awarded the title of Hero Mother?"

"Wow, you have a great idea, man." The fourth official sitting at the big table at the door smiled and said, "Then the next step is the selection of hardworking models. Let's continue with this method!"

By the time these candidates were finally decided, more than half a day had passed. Finally, the official wearing the dragon-horned hat said, "In addition to the badges awarded above, there must be substantial rewards. What should be given to these lucky people? A cow for plowing the land, or a horse for carrying loads?"

"Forget it, I only have a cow at home now, so I might as well reward them with a chicken or a duck," the official in the soft-horned hat's cleverness was replaced by the stinginess that quietly emerged.

The official wearing the dragon-horned hat disagreed. He thought that the territory should be more generous in such matters, so the two officials started arguing.

The official sitting in the corner showed a smug look on his face and said, "Or we can report to the higher-ups that the reward is a cow or a horse, but the reward we give privately is a chicken or a duck."

"This way we can also get some benefits!" The official in the corner smiled. He looked at his colleagues proudly and thought his idea was great.

But the noisy atmosphere in the whole room suddenly quieted down. The other three officials shut their mouths and stopped talking. They just looked at this self-proclaimed smart official with weird eyes.

In the small garden outside, through the open window you can see a black parrot standing on a fruit tree planted in the small garden.

This extremely intelligent parrot crow is one of the smartest birds.

After training, they can not only understand some not-too-complex human words, but also repeat what they hear in an orderly and neat manner.

And this raven has now quietly flapped its wings and is flying towards its destination.

It was a white building far away, three stories high, with a big sign hanging on the door edge of the three-story building - Political Department!
Coo, coo,
The raven flew to the third floor, tapping the closed window with its wings and making a cooing sound in its throat.

The window was opened, and a young elven druid leaned his head out from inside the room and reached out to grab the raven.

The young elven druid handed the dried meat in his hand to the raven's mouth and said with a smile: "Oh, look at my clever little baby, what good news you brought back to me."

(End of this chapter)