Under the Red Dragon.

Chapter 189 Sleeping Dragon
Kallon no longer knew how long he had stayed in this desolate spiritual world; his perception of time was constantly changing.

Sometimes he even felt that he had experienced countless years, but the next second, he felt that he had just stepped into this world.

This extremely distorted and constantly changing perception coupled with endless loneliness can easily drive a mentally strong person crazy. Even someone as determined as Caron felt a little tired after such a long period of changing perception.

In this silent and motionless world, there are no living creatures or evil things, only Charon exists alone.

Sometimes, Charon even wanted to encounter one or two powerful evil creatures, and it would be good to have a fight with them.

But even as the perception of time was constantly distorted, Cuarón's personal experience of time remained unchanged.

In the first few years, Caron persisted in exploring the possible changes in the spiritual desolate world, and tried to reach the end of this world with his own perseverance.

After persisting for several years, Caron discovered that this world seemed to be just like its desolate and silent surface, with no change except for spontaneously absorbing all the spiritual matter around it.

Charon's power couldn't even cause the slightest ripple in this world. It turned into spiritual matter and dissipated, being swallowed up by the world.

And this world seems to be just like the legendary river of time, with no beginning and no end, with no clear source and no clear end.

During this endless exploration, he gradually learned how to draw the faint spirituality from this desolate world to replenish his spiritual body.

He discovered that after these overflowing spiritualities were absorbed by this desolate world, they would be replenished and transmitted to the depths of the real spiritual world in some way.

Because as he moves forward, the speed at which his spirituality emanates gradually accelerates, and the entire world's ability to absorb spirituality is gradually increasing.

This desolate world is similar to the stomach and intestines of all spiritual worlds. It uses endless time to transform all matter into spirituality. This is where the rules of the world are manifested.

Unfortunately, although this desolate tunnel is similar to the stomach of the world, there is no real stomach passage for Kalon to leave, unless he collapses all his spirituality, then he will no longer be himself.

The eternal loneliness made Caron start to devote all his mind to spiritual exploration to kill time.

It was not until countless decades and countless moments had passed that Kallon was finally able to stabilize his spiritual body effortlessly and no longer be affected by the passive devouring of this world.

But Caron was exhausted. He was not knocked down by the wear and tear of death, nor by the endless loneliness. Instead, he was easily knocked down by the exhaustion of his soul. In this corner of the world, he fell into a spiritual slumber.

Day after day, year after year, his huge spiritual body passively competed with the world for the meager overflowing spirituality, until these spiritualities accumulated, and layer after layer of spirituality was wrapped around Caron's body.

Like a cocoon of light, it continues to grow in this corner of the world.

Charon fell into a deep sleep, but his companions were waking up one by one.

As time passed, one teenage dragon after another woke up from their lairs.

The green dragon Antajena was the first dragon to wake up among the dragon group. This shows that the current green dragon, which ranks third among the five-colored dragon species, is not even as good as the potential and talent of the once weakest white dragon Kamide.

The more deeply a dragon is affected by the blood of the evil dragon, the more difficult it is for them to grow stronger. Their future is bound by the blood and inheritance left by their previous generations, and they can only grow in an ordinary way. The green dragon Antajena has felt it now.

However, when the green dragon Antajiana crawled out of her twisted green forest palace, she saw the bronze dragon Alina who had been waiting there.

After being catalyzed by the blood and magic power of the sleeping green dragon, the area around the green dragon's nest was already densely covered with countless twisted thick vines and poisonous weeds. Those twisted ancient trees were growing like monsters with bared fangs and claws, covering the entire sky and making it difficult to see sunlight in the forest.

"What are you doing in my lair, Alina? This is my private space and you are offending me."

The green dragon Antajena bared her fangs and let out a low roar and warning from her throat. The dragon's lair of each dragon is equivalent to the most private area. Even companions with the best relationship cannot intrude at will, otherwise they will face a battle.

The green dragon's growing body looks like it's made of emerald, and its beautiful scales are shining brightly. Even the lush green forest cannot be more vibrant and colorful than the scales on this green dragon.

Fortunately, green dragons are somewhat different from ordinary five-colored dragons. They are always more tolerant of companions they recognize, and the bronze dragon Alina is only on the outskirts of the dragon's nest and has not entered the real nest palace.

The most important thing is that the bronze dragon Alina is a young dragon, which greatly eliminates the green dragon Antajiana's desire to fight, because the awakened green dragon is very hungry and now only wants to eat a lot of delicious meat.

"Be quiet, Antajiana. I sensed that you were about to wake up, so I waited here. I think you need to know something about the territory."

The bronze dragon Alina smiled, revealing her white fangs. Her clear dragon voice was soothing and friendly. The long tail swinging behind the young female dragon showed that the giant dragon was in a rare good mood.

So when the white dragon Kamide came out of his nest made of ice, he saw two giant dragons visiting him together.

However, the white dragon Kamide was not on guard against other dragons like the green dragon Antajiana. It was not because the white dragon Kamide had a good personality, but because his two heads were busy quarreling and fighting each other.

"Kamide, you stupid guy, you should listen to me from now on," the second head grown by the white dragon was slightly different from the original head.

The white and fine scales on his neck and head turned into a dense layer of features and long hair, just like the young white dragon Sloka.

"You are the idiot. Do you know what a boss is? Caron is my boss, and I am your boss. You should listen to me."

Kamide bared his teeth, let out a low growl, and then suddenly bit his newly grown head and held the slender neck below the head in his mouth.

He shouted in a muffled dragon language in his throat: "If you dare not listen to me, I will beat you to death! You nagging, annoying dragon thing!"

The green dragon Antajiana and the bronze dragon Alina were initially quite interested in watching this farce, but the two heads refused to give in and started fighting directly until both heads were exhausted and stopped panting.

"Hey, Antatiana, Alina, when did you come here? Did you steal the food I froze?"

Kamide, panting, looked at the two giant dragons that were lying bored on the ice pile on the top of the mountain and asked with some suspicion.

The two female dragons looked at each other speechlessly, and finally the bronze dragon Alina sighed, "Forget it, Kamide, come with us!"

So when the black dragon Rosani woke up, what he saw were two silent female dragons and a white dragon fighting with itself.

After this growth, the black dragon Rosani's head has become completely different from that of a normal black dragon. Thick and long thorns grow on his broad head, growing along his cheeks and wrapping his entire face.

The chin was slightly narrower, and the thorns growing on it became thicker and shorter, making it look particularly ferocious and fierce. Especially the two dragon horns that looked like a mask made it look like a demon dragon from hell.

"Oh, although I am happy to see you, I would rather be greeted by a group of enthusiastic mares," the black dragon Rosani poked his head out of the lake and carefully examined his appearance through the lake.

While pricked up his non-existent ears, trying to hear his companions' praise for his current form.

"You don't look like a black dragon at all now. Maybe you have other undiscovered bloodlines in you. But you are indeed powerful enough."

Kamide's new head paused the quarrel and offered praise with a tactful look.

"Are you trying to say that Rosani is not a pureblood, but a hybrid dragon? I understand what you mean,"

Kamide subconsciously refuted the words of his other head.

The dragons looked at each other in bewilderment, but the black dragon Rosani flapped his tail nonchalantly, emerged from the lake, and proudly showed off his new look.

Only the blue dragon Doss, this adolescent blue dragon is different from other dragons. After each dragon falls asleep, its spirit is quite active, and the growth of its bloodline also makes these dragons more energetic.

Doss looked listless as he slowly stepped out of his dragon's nest. When he saw the giant dragons surrounding his nest on the top of the mountain, he couldn't help but sigh deeply and let out a wail in dragon language.

"Don't tell me that I need to fulfill my duties as a dragon lord as soon as I wake up. Even when I am sleeping, I keep dreaming about a mountain of documents pressing down on me. I feel like I haven't gotten enough sleep this time. I need to catch up on some more sleep!"

The white dragon Gmot, this special white dragon, woke up almost at the same time as the red dragon Clenaya. Although Clenaya fell into sleep earlier than the white dragon, it also proved that the white dragon's talent is now strong enough.

The dragon heads gathered on the top of the mountain once, looking at the mountain where the Dragon Lord was, who was still without any breath fluctuations and was obviously in a deep sleep.

"You are such a bunch of losers that you can't even deal with some orcs. Do you want to wait until Charon wakes up and clean up this mess yourself?"

The irritable Clenaya cursed without hesitation. This red dragon's strength was also among the top among the dragon lords. The female red dragon, which had reached adolescence, had grown to 14 meters. Therefore, it was not inferior to the young bronze dragon Alina.

"The dragon warriors are brave and loyal, but their numbers are too small. We should not consume them in large numbers, otherwise the elite troops in our territory will be depleted. That's why we have been delaying and waiting for you to wake up!"

The foreign dragon Naxon said fearlessly that among these dragon lords, this water dragon did not have outstanding talent and strength, but was quite rational. Although he had not yet become a lord dragon, his status had improved significantly.

Because in the past few years, it was the foreign dragon Naxon who maintained the order in the territory, and he made a considerable contribution.

White Dragon Gemot stood on the top of the mountain, looking down through the clouds lingering in the mountains. The capital he once built had become a huge and solid city.

Countless residents are active in it, and even the dragon on the top of the mountain can see those densely packed little people.

But at this moment, this huge city was surrounded by countless orcs, and heavy artillery on and under the city walls were roaring.

Under their own long-range cover, countless orcs carried siege equipment and ladders to attack the tall city walls, and countless orcs died every moment.

Despite this, the endless stream of orcs still numbered no less than a hundred thousand. The dark crowds covered the sky and the earth like a large, wriggling black curtain covering the deforested land, and impacted the city's defenses like a tide.

Only at the east wall of the King's City, because of the obstruction of the Golden River, it was difficult for these orcs to deploy a large number of troops to attack. After leaving behind thousands of corpses, they chose to leave a small number of warriors to guard the city.

The remaining army crossed the lower reaches of the Golden River, besieged the entire King's City, and attacked it relentlessly.

The tall city walls and the solid magical defense barrier had long been broken in the continuous attacks, and all their energy had been exhausted. Even the hard granite walls were now pitted by the bombardment of heavy artillery and giant crossbows, with shallow pits the size of bowls everywhere.

Occasionally, the archers and gunners guarding the city walls would be hit by the orcs' heavy artillery, and both the people and their weapons would be blown to pieces.

Some elven archers failed to dodge in time and were pierced by the huge dragon-hunting crossbows. Their shattered bodies and blood were scattered all over the ground of the city wall.

However, due to the interference of hundreds of dragon riders in the sky, the orcs' attack was not smooth, and they had to pay a lot of lives before they could get close to this huge city.

The white dragon Gmot frowned, he did not see the most powerful legion among the dragon warriors, those powerful warriors trained with a huge amount of financial resources of the dragon territory.

Even the soldiers guarding the city walls, apart from a large number of elven archers, greenskins and kobold musketeers, had only many orcs wearing leather armor. These orcs were particularly brave and attacked their own people head-on without mercy.

The blue dragon Akizi, who had not reached the top of the mountain, was roaring on the city wall, directing the defense of the city wall. Occasionally, he would spit out lightning, electrocuting some orcs who tried to jump onto the city wall into a pile of charcoal.

The blue dragon Carlit, the green dragon Ellie, and the young red dragon Caedilos were each guarding a side of the city wall. The roar of the dragons shook the earth and sky, and even the dragons on the top of the mountain could hear it clearly.

There were only a few timid white dragons hiding secretly behind the chopsticks wall. Only when some orcs climbed up the wall would they pounce on their claws or use their long tails to knock the orcs off the wall.

"What about Chiron? Has he disappeared from this world? And what about Yogu and Gib? The strength of these warriors is comparable to that of ordinary dragons. Their legions are our most powerful and loyal regiments. Have they all returned to the temple?"

These outstanding warriors are well known to the dragons. Not only are they loyal, they also have the strength to challenge the dragons, so they are put on the dragons' watchlist.

"Hey, they're not in the city. They had already moved out the day before the siege. If we hadn't realized that you and Clenaya would wake up soon, we would have launched a full-scale counterattack a long time ago."

The copper dragon Alfred shook his head and said that this copper dragon now has the bronze dragon Alina as his partner, is one of the lords of the dragon territory, and is also doing his favorite job. He is the most relaxed among the dragons.

"It seems that you already have a plan," the white dragon Gmot relaxed the fine scales between his brows, and his dragon voice was low and powerful.

"Then follow your plan. This war should end in our hands. We should not disturb the great lord's sleep. Do not disturb the sleeping dragon!"

……

Night falls on the Land of Gold. The former Golden City has been rebuilt by the orcs, who left a large army to garrison it. Supplies for the orc army are stored here.

Therefore, there were a large number of soldiers on guard, a force of 20,000 strong, and several powerful legion commanders, all of whom were extremely powerful warriors who had entered the Saint rank.

After receiving the unremitting support from the Orc Kingdom, the strength of the Orc army has become even stronger.

However, during the war of more than two years, although the dragon riders and some giant dragons in the dragon group would intercept and destroy the ships supporting the Orc Kingdom on the sea, in order to avoid losses, they never attacked the newly rebuilt military fortress.

Therefore, the orcs in the city seemed particularly relaxed and lazy. They unscrupulously drank cheap wine bought from human merchants at their sentry posts and talked loudly about the future plans of this fertile land.

In the eyes of these orcs, it is only a matter of time before the army captures the dragon's Capitoline City. This fertile and rich land, deeply plowed by the dragon, will soon become the orcs' new home.

These orcs no longer need to crowd on the island and worry about the depleting resources and the growing number of orcs.

The Orc Kingdom will no longer face the danger of division, but will return to the stage of the main continent and thrive in this slightly remote but unique golden land until it restores its ancient glory.

But these orcs did not realize that under their newly built fortress, tunnels were being dug and warriors were quietly waiting for news in the tunnels.

"According to the plan, each team needs to complete their own objectives. If they fail to complete them, they will need to light their own fireworks. Someone will come to finish them for you, but by then, your mission will be considered a failure."

A warrior wearing black armor let out a dull voice from under the visor. This warrior was not wearing any weapon. His weapon was a pair of steel claws that replaced gauntlets.

The armor on this warrior was engraved with dense rune lines, and the mark in the center of the helmet was shaped like a wolf's head. It was obviously a modified magic-powered armor.

This batch of armor is called Night Walker Armor, and is an experimental armor of the Night Walker Regiment.

This small group of Night Walkers is currently responsible for leading the powerful mercenary groups hired by the dragon group, issuing missions and supervising combat plans.

"This guy is definitely a powerful werewolf. Even though he is wrapped in a sealed armor, I can still smell the dog stench on him."

The blond young man whispered to the team. The vampire blood in him was particularly sensitive to the presence of werewolves.

"Don't worry about him. We need to focus on solving our target. Then we can go ahead and kill those orcs. Each one is worth a point. I don't want to waste time."

The voice of the blonde girl was heard, along with the sound of bubbles blowing.

Before he finished speaking, they suddenly felt that the ground was changing slightly. The spontaneous young man from the perception department quietly released his perception and immediately gasped.

Countless skeleton undead emerged around the entire orc fortress. These skeleton undead were tall, with ghost fire flickering in their pupils. It was obvious that they were much stronger than ordinary skeleton undead.

On the originally flat ground, bone claws kept breaking out of the soil, and the cold wind at night brought them strength and breath to revive them.

He was a lich in a black robe, who had unleashed his full power for the first time. He was summoning all the creatures that had died on this land to fight for the dragons.

One by one, the skeletons of the undead gathered into an army of bones, thousands and tens of thousands, like a plague of the undead. They let out silent roars and then charged towards the orcs' fortress.

"Enemy attack,"

The orcs were alarmed by the huge tide of corpses, and sounded warnings and battle horns.

Giant crossbows and powerful cannons began to lock onto these fearless tides of white skeletons, making loud roars.

But they didn't notice that countless giant dragons poked their heads out from the clouds in the sky, spread their wings, and swooped down.

Except for the blue dragon Akzi, all the dragons gathered together again.

Those orc legion commanders who were resting were awakened by the sound of horns and found that they were surrounded by a large number of warriors.

Outside the city, on the main road leading to the orc army, steel-forged cavalrymen were lined up in the middle of the road, the long swords in their hands shining with a cold light that could not be concealed even by the darkness of the night.

The outcome of this battle was already determined. On this night, the orc army's fortress was breached, and no orc survived!

(End of this chapter)