Under the Red Dragon.

Chapter 149 How do you want to die?

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The vast grassland has drooping wild grass, and the wind blows the leaves like green ripples spreading across the grassland.

Dozens of hunters rode their majestic horses across the grassland, driving away countless herds of buffalo, sheep and horses along the way.

The beasts close to the core of the dragon's territory were not the target of these hunters. They rode their divine horses, which were taller than the wild horses on the grassland, and rushed into the distance.

The group of hunters also passed through Anna's Land on the way. The area around the big tree where the leopard Anna once lived has been named Anna's Land by the hunters in the dragon territory.

Because under this big tree, there is a simple tombstone with Anna's name written on it.

In this area, no hunter is allowed to hunt wild animals.

Only the leopard family living under the big tree is the king of this small area, dominating the rise and fall of this area.

There once was a huge lion group, a powerful group of five adult lions, who had set their eyes on this fertile territory and wanted to compete with the leopard for the dominance of this territory.

The lion group succeeded. They drove the leopards away and killed the strongest male leopard in the leopard family.

But they also failed. They occupied the land for only one day before being driven away by a giant dragon that descended from the sky.

However, the dragon did not kill the group of lions. Although the dragon had a preference for leopards, the dragon was now more like a god that ruled over all living beings in the territory, and hoped that everything in the territory would develop according to the law.

Granting this territory back to the leopard family was the dragon's last favor to this creature.

The hunters ignored the leopard cubs that were sticking their heads out from the trees and looking around curiously, but bypassed the area and drove their horses forward.

The hunters stopped only when they saw the low hills on the grassland.

There was also a tall and thin watchtower on the hill, and the ogre soldiers on duty were leaning lazily against the tower, chewing the roots of wild grass growing on the grassland.

These are the sentinels and contact points that the dragon's followers set up in various places on the grassland based on the terrain to control their territory.

The leading hunter was an extremely strong man. He slightly tightened the reins of the horse under his crotch, turned the horse's head, and began to give instructions to the hunters behind him.

"Now that we are here, it is the free hunting area designated by the territory. Everyone can hunt whatever prey they see. Today, our team's goal is to hunt at least 200 kilograms of meat per person. I don't want to go back and be ridiculed by Serli's group, saying that the hunters in our team are rubbish!"

Although the leader of the hunters hoped that his team could hunt more meat, even if the horses were carefully bred and had a load-bearing capacity more than twice that of ordinary good horses, the factor of the long journey still needed to be considered.

Each of these hunters is an excellent hunter, and the longbows behind them have been modified according to the bows and arrows used by the warriors in the Dragon Territory.

These hunters appeared here not to sell their own prey, but to accept commissions from the Urban Management Department, an agency under the Dragon Territory.

Everything is on track in the territory. There is no need to rely on the dragon's followers to take action for such things. The dragon's followers all have their own tasks.

The approaching New Year's Eve is being given great attention from top to bottom in the territory, resulting in an atmosphere of anticipation for the arrival of the festival filling the entire territory.

Not only did various wine brewing businesses receive a large number of orders, but even the meat supply in the Dragon Territory, which was usually extremely abundant, could not keep up with the needs of the territory's residents.

Of course, the most important thing is that there must be enough wine and meat supply for the year-end celebrations, especially since the territory now needs to gradually supply the consumption of the Dragon Lord.

The newly opened pastures are managed by the locals and elven druids. Although the size of the herds of excellent breeds has increased significantly, they still cannot fully bear this consumption.

Especially the white dragon Gmot and the bronze dragon Alina, the two dragon lords who rule the dragon territory on a daily basis.

Following the advice of some anthropologists, they decided to distribute a piece of dried meat and a bottle of cheap wine to all families in the territory when celebrating this extremely important and representative festival for the first time.

Although the stinginess and greed of the dragons made the two dragons hesitate, they also knew how much importance Charon attached to this festival and its significance to the territory.

Most importantly, the scholars' statements convinced the two dragons.

What the scholars mean is that the money spent from the Dragon's Treasury can create various benefits during circulation.

Those who are hired receive commissions and also spend money within the territory. Not only will the money come back, but the act of consumption will also generate taxes and so on in the process.

Anyway, the old man who called himself an economist made a long speech like a succubus, which made the two young dragons' eyes sparkle in his professional field. Then he consulted other scholars and grassroots officials before finally deciding on this measure.

It has to be said that these two young dragons are very good at absorbing other people's opinions, although they are tempted by interests to a certain extent.

The hunter leader then gave some instructions, including trying not to hunt wild animals drinking near the water and trying not to hunt pregnant animals and cubs in the herd. He also divided the hunters into teams of five and asked them to take care of each other and keep the fireworks they carried with them for sending messages and asking for help.

"Finally, I emphasize again, take good care of the horses under your buttocks. They are good horses with their names registered in the zoo. They are very precious, more precious than ourselves."

These horses were borrowed from the zoo by these hunters because they accepted commissions. Even in a place like the dragon territory, not every hunter owns his own horse.

Each of these horses, which had been selected and bred by the elven druids, was a head taller than ordinary horses. Now there were many merchants with good vision who wanted to trade with the Dragon Territory and apply to do horse trading business, and sell the Dragon Territory's BMWs to other areas.

The dragon territory has also begun to select its own business partners. The dragons do not care that these excellent horse breeds can provide others with powerful cavalry seeds.

Because the horses in the dragon's territory will always be better than the horses sold.

In fact, every horse in the zoo was registered and had its own name. And because of the elven druids, the selection, breeding and development of these horses were very fast, and the price was not as expensive as the hunter leader thought.

However, the hunter leader did not know all this. He just led his team and rode the big horse named "Green Ear" to the hunting ground of his choice.

Although the grassland is rich in species and has juicy prey, these numerous animals and beasts are still sparsely distributed compared to the vast grassland.

Hunter leader Reggie led his hunting team to search for suitable prey. They did not want to provoke overly ferocious beasts.

Just like the white-horned bison that Kalon often likes to eat, although this beast is huge in size and the bones of one white-horned bison can satisfy the goals of several hunters, it is not as docile as ordinary herbivores.

This big guy is particularly ferocious and dares to charge against the ferocious species on the grassland, although the result is often that he ends up being eaten by the ferocious species.

Some extremely fast animals, such as the giant antelope, were also excluded. These creatures are extremely alert, and chasing them is just a waste of time and arrows.

The leader of the hunters led his team of hunters to search along the way and encountered countless wild beasts and animals. The white-naped cranes, golden eagles, herons and swans flying in the sky made the hunters unable to help but stop and watch.

These beautiful and majestic birds are extremely popular in the territory, and are especially popular among the residents as pets. If they are sold to merchants, the price will be even more expensive.

There were also caracals, desert cats, and blood cats that occasionally jumped out of the grass. The fur of these creatures could also be sold for a good price. Several hunters couldn't help but take action and harvested several small wild animals.

"Don't worry about these little things. There are white-lipped deer and argali ahead. These two are suitable targets for us," said the hunter leader Reggie, who had not taken action but was searching for his target. At this time, he finally found the target among the various kinds of beasts.

"Speed up, surround and attack them from both sides, and then force them to huddle together," the hunter leader Reggie shouted, calling on the hunters to disperse to both sides.

"Hey, ha," the other hunters shouted slogans, patted their horses, and began to drive the argali flock, shooting bows and arrows at the nearest argali.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh,
Among several arrows, only one arrow hit the eye socket of a slow-reacting argali, knocking it down. The other argali had already run away, but the hunters on both sides began to approach and surround them, so they could only run towards the valley not far away.

"Okay, let this group of argali escape into the valley. It seems that today's goal can be achieved soon," the hunter captain Reggie was overjoyed. He drove the horse to chase after them and followed the argali herd into the valley.

But when he entered the canyon and had not run a few dozen meters, he suddenly tightened his reins on his horse, because he saw that the herd of argali stopped not far away, bleating in panic, and dared not rush towards the hunter, nor dare to take another step forward.

The other hunters also stopped a few steps away, looking seriously at the area where the argali herd was standing still.

It was a thick fog with heavy moisture.

The entire valley is sunken like a pit, so the sound of giant creatures splashing water can occasionally be heard in the thick fog.

What made these hunters even more alert was that under the heavy fog, there were faintly visible layers of white bones. The rotten, damp and tattered bones made the entire terrain look higher.

"What should we do, Reggie?" a hunter turned to the hunter leader and asked.

The safest thing to do, of course, is to just leave this damn place, but Reggie knows the purpose of the other party's questioning.

These hunters were reluctant to give up the defenseless prey that was so close to them. As long as they could hunt this group of argali, not only would they be able to complete today's share, but they would also have extra for tomorrow. The benefits were very attractive.

According to the hunters' keen perception, they will not be attacked as long as they do not step into the fog, so the hunters are hesitant.

The hunter leader Reggie was silent for a while. He knew that greed was a big taboo for hunters, but when he thought of his wife who was eagerly waiting for him, his two hungry children, and his son who was growing up and entering the Dragon Academy for further studies, he realized that greed was a big taboo for hunters.

"Hey, be careful, try not to get close to the fog, and move faster," Reggie sighed in his heart and gave the order reluctantly.

The hunters got the backbone's answer and immediately took action.

The argali were shot by the hunters' arrows and fell to the ground while crying. Strands of blood seeped into the ground and stained the foggy area.

The hunters were so busy killing that they didn't notice that the sound of the giant splashing water in the fog had disappeared. The center of the fog that had been covering the bottom of the valley began to roll slightly, like bubbles gradually boiling.

"Oh, the stench of blood, the life that makes me jealous, and the smell of a sweet and sincere soul," a dry and old voice came from the fog.

The moment the sound was heard, thick fog rolled, and a huge white bone claw stretched out from the fog, like an eagle's claw grabbing a chick, grabbing a hunter who had no time to react, and then retracted into the fog again.

The other hunters finally reacted and shouted in fear. They threw their bows and arrows to the ground, mounted their horses and tried to flee from this hellhole.

Hunter Reggie held the longbow in his hand, jumped on his horse, took out the fireworks signal stick used to send a message for help, and released a whistling firework that shot up into the sky.

Whoosh, bang!
Fireworks exploded in the air. Under the brilliant fireworks, several bone claws stretched out from the mist and grabbed the hunters who wanted to escape from the valley.

At the moment when the sharp bone claws enveloped him, the hunter leader did not feel any regret or remorse in his heart. The only things in his mind were his family and loved ones.

"Ah," his last sigh in the world was lost in the thick fog.

In the thick fog, a strange abandoned palace that resembled a Gothic church stood in the waves at the bottom of the valley. Occasionally, a white bone tail was revealed from under the dark water, and its sharp spines looked hideous and ferocious.

In this building, a rotten and tattered body was lighting up the will-o'-the-wisp in its empty eye sockets, staring at the struggling and twisting soul in its claws with a strong obsession.

"Oh, a strange soul with strange power, as if it is connected and resonating with something," the half-lich's numb tone revealed a hint of fluctuation.

He dispelled the soul's cries of obsession, such as "wife, children, dragon, beautiful and pity" one by one, then put his head close to the soul and began to explore the mystery of this abnormal soul.

In fact, the reason why liches and most necromancers are hated by everyone, even the gods, is not only because of their spells and powers, but also because these two kinds of existence like to covet the authority of the gods and play with souls.

"It is calling out and praying, but the power is too weak, and the other party is obviously not a powerful being. The object of your prayers cannot save you now, pitiful soul."

The lich's broken jaw creaked in a mocking sound, and he extended his spirit and will along some kind of connection of the soul, wanting to see who this soul was praying to.

Thousands of mountains and rivers are just a thought away. The mystery of the soul is unpredictable. The next moment, the lich's consciousness saw his target.

It was a gigantic red dragon, its entire body soaked in the surging hot magma. In the dim space, its floating body was covered in thick red armor, and its dragon horns were ferocious and majestic.

The broad head seems to be a creation carved by gods, and the unparalleled lines and muscles all over the body demonstrate the terrifying power of this red dragon.

The next moment, the red dragon suddenly opened its eyes, as if a red lightning illuminated the entire space. A huge momentum rose from the red dragon. It turned its head and stared at the lich who had regained consciousness.

"Not good," the lich's consciousness was startled, and he wanted to retreat immediately, but a supreme power emerged from the red dragon, trapping the lich's consciousness tightly. Even the lich's body was still responding to the call, but it was unable to move.

Before the lich's consciousness was annihilated, he only saw a red claw coming down towards him, and a voice was transmitted to his body through the connection of this part of consciousness.

"You actually dared to spy on my spirit after killing my followers, little mouse, think about how you want to die. This is the only request I can satisfy you!" The voice was arrogant and overbearing.

"Huh," the lich in the fog actually exhaled. He had forgotten this physiological instinct a hundred years ago, but now he remembered it again.

"Damn, what kind of monster is this?" The lich's loss of consciousness made him feel a little uncomfortable. "Psion? No, the two are very similar, but the power does not belong to the Psion."

The will-o'-the-wisp flickered in the lich's eyes. He was thinking carefully about whether or not to move. After all, he was still transforming into a lich, and moving was a troublesome matter.

But suddenly there was a strong sound of wind above the valley. He looked up and projected his spirit out, transforming into an illusory figure, observing the movements around him.

call,
The resonant sound of the clustered flapping wings made the already dense clouds of wings even more powerful. In the dazzling light shooting from the distant sky, there were flying dragons with four wings.

The lich saw flying dragons carrying their riders flying in the sky. The dazzling light on the dragons made their speed unimaginable. In less than a moment, they descended above him, surrounded the entire valley, and also surrounded him.

An exceptionally huge flying dragon also descended at the same time. The dragon's crystal beard trembled slightly, emitting invisible sound waves, commanding all the flying dragons.

The heroic, sexy and wild female knight riding on the flying dragon placed her hands on her chest and lowered her head slightly to show noble etiquette.

Then the female knight laughed loudly and said, "The dragons under the command of the dragons, the flying dragons send their greetings to you, little rat hiding in the gutter!"

(End of this chapter)