Under the Red Dragon.

Chapter 192 Justice and Evil
In the late autumn of the fifth year of the Dragon Calendar, as the orc army's greatest support for slaughtering dragons, the ancient bloodline of giant beasts - Behemoth, the lord of beasts, was eaten by the dragons.

The orc army leader Garn was beheaded by the Death Angel of the Dragon Lord and the heavy cavalry army led by Chiron, exchanging blood for blood and bone for bone. The remaining orc troops lost the will to resist.

The long tug-of-war "War between Orcs and Dragons" that lasted for nearly three years has finally come to an end.

This war, which was the most brutal in the North in decades, ended with the victory of the Gogmora dragons, and the orcs' royal flag fell before the dragons' royal flag.

The course of this war might soon be spread by adventurers and bards, telling the stories and legends of the more than 100,000 corpses lying in the golden land.

And on the plain in front of the royal capital, tens of thousands of corpses lay.

It was already late at night and before dawn, but the blood on the battlefield had not yet dried and the fire had not yet been extinguished.

In the gradually dimming moonlight in the sky and the gradually rising morning light in the horizon, one can clearly see the smoke of gunpowder and the mountains of corpses everywhere.

Groups of orcs fell down, their corpses soaked in gradually drying blood, scattered limbs and exposed bones overlapping.

Among the orc corpses were several dragon warriors, their armor dented and battered, practically fused to their flesh and bones, their bodies stained darkly with rusty blood.

But until their death, they still held the weapons tightly in their hands, and would not loosen their grip even if their arms were severed.

There were also some warriors of the Dragon Legion who fell on the battlefield, but they did not have fatal wounds because they died of exhaustion. They had exhausted all their strength and power and finally fell on the battlefield.

Because even if there are 100,000 pigs, it will take a lot of effort to kill them all. What's more, orcs are not pigs, they are all extremely powerful warriors.

In return, nearly all of the orc troops numbering more than 100,000 were massacred.

Even though the collapsed orc army later surrendered one after another, begged for forgiveness from the dragon warriors, and was willing to become slaves and prisoners, no warrior was willing to accept this outcome.

No dragon would accept this result, and no golden people would accept this result.

The continuous wars initiated by the orcs offended not only the dragons, but also all the golden people.

The impact of the orcs' greedy offense and the damage to their territory were met with the most thorough killing.

The dragons used this to prove that anyone who dared to offend the dragon would die at the hands of the dragon, even if it meant being labeled evil.

The orc prince Garen, who had taken the initiative to provoke the war, had his tall body kneeling on the ground, surrounded by the corpses of several death angels and heavily armored knights.

There was not a single scratch on his expensive magic armor, but his head was cut off by a sharp blade, and there were traces of burns on his exposed neck.

Meanwhile, Garen's head was currently held in the hands of an Angel of Death. The Holy Flame on this Angel of Death had already dissipated, signifying that he had entered into eternal death.

But even though the angel of death's head was also cut off by the orc prince, his body still stood firm, and his blood did not spray out, but instead solidified like jelly, maintaining the dignity before stepping into death.

This is also the last mercy that the Red Dragon Lord gives to these loyal warriors!

The orc prince's most trusted lieutenant, Cole, an extremely powerful warrior in the orc army, also fell on the battlefield hundreds of meters away from Garen.

This orc, holding a legendary warhammer, had enough strength to challenge the young red dragon alone and win, but at this moment, he was still beheaded by the dragon's warriors.

The price was the fallen bodies of more than ten Angels of Death and the lives of dozens of heavy cavalry.

And more than ten broken scales of the blue dragon Akzi.

The orc legion leader Gash and his legion were also destroyed on the battlefield, in return for more than half of the 6,000 heavy armored soldiers being damaged and the barbarian leader Gib and the werewolf Yugu being seriously injured.

In the orc army, almost all the legion commanders were killed on the battlefield, and only a small number of orc troops escaped from this web of death.

But the bloodthirsty mercenary soldiers and dragon riders who were hired by the dragon group and hired by the goblin Shanshan at a high price have already chased after the scattered orc army.

Perhaps it won't be long before these warriors place the heads of the remaining thousands of orcs in front of the Dragon Temple as sacrifices.

The temple rising high in the sky, the most holy temple made of the most evil and filthy corpses, is now standing safely in the sky, guiding many loyal souls to their place of refuge and enjoying the sacrifices of skulls piled up like a mausoleum.

Thousands of residents and soldiers from the reserve legion poured out of the king's capital, which had been awake all night, searching for wounded warriors on the battlefield.

If it is an orc, give it another blow, then cut off its head and pile it up into a skull base as a sacrifice to the heroic spirits in the temple.

If the warrior is a dragon, he will call his companions to transfer the injured warriors, or let the pharmacist and healing magician team to treat them on the spot.

As the chief of security, the Centaur warrior Sunya is now responsible for maintaining order on the battlefield, saving more soldiers who may survive, and collecting the remains of his own soldiers.

The smoke and fire of the battlefield were filled with the dragon's sacrificial songs. The living paid tribute to the dead and prayed to the temple to guide the heroic souls of the dead to return.

The temple was now shrouded in a rich holy light, allowing all the living to watch the dead heroic souls step into the temple one by one.

And the souls of their comrades also stand high at the gate of the hall, welcoming these loyal souls with a smile.

This made countless living people pray spontaneously, praising the dragon's kindness, praising the Supreme Lord, and singing the sacred will of the Red Dragon Monarch.

The skulls of these enemies are not simply sacrifices with superficial symbolic meaning.

In front of this increasingly mysterious temple, the remaining spirituality in the skulls of countless enemies was gathered by the temple into a spiritual essence light that was almost visible to the naked eye and was swallowed up, turning into nutrients to nourish the temple and the heroic spirits.

This dragon temple has gained a certain power through long wars and deaths, and through the nurturing of heroic spirits and faith. It uses the death of its enemies to gain the power to grow.

In the center of the battlefield, there were no piles of corpses, because all the corpses had already been crushed by the unparalleled force, and even the bloodstains had been burned dry and turned into smoke and dust.

There was only a huge corpse here, which was the body of the behemoth beast Behemoth. But at this moment, the flesh and blood on the body of this powerful land king had already been eaten away.

Only traces of blood and flesh remained on the white bones.

Even so, the bones of this powerful giant beast still exude a powerful aura, a breath of unwillingness and hatred.

Giant dragons surrounded the corpse and lay on the ground to rest.

After killing Behemoth, the dragons also participated in the final war harvest, which drained all the strength from their scarred bodies and made it impossible for them to fly back to their respective nests to recuperate in peace.

So the dragons could only stay where they were, devouring Behemoth's flesh and blood, replenishing their own consumption, and waiting for their strength to recover. Bronze dragon Alina, copper dragon Alfred, and ocean dragon Naxon, three dragons with other missions, landed in the center of the battlefield.

The ocean dragon Naxon has no wings and relies entirely on spells and its own talent for elemental control to fly, so it arrives a little slower.

Some adventurers with other intentions in the distance discovered that these injured dragons were already protected by their companions, and it would be difficult for them to gain any advantage. They scattered under the fierce gazes of the three intact dragons.

These adventurers would also spread the story of the war between dragons and orcs to other places as a topic of conversation during their adventures.

The arrival of the three giant dragons startled the dragons that were resting with their eyes closed. The dragons opened their pupils one after another. The vertical pupils containing blood and fire brought unimaginable pressure and power to the three dragons at this moment.

After being tempered by war, the majesty of the dragons has become even more terrifying.

When they saw that it was their trusted companions who had arrived, the dragons closed their tired yet sharp pupils again and lay down on the ground to rest peacefully.

Among the giant dragons, the most rare trust has been established in this group of dragons and has taken root.

Only the young red dragon Caedilos, a red dragon with two broken horns, who indulges in the lust of dragons except for fighting. Even in the past few years, he has learned to control the blood of evil dragons, but it is difficult to change his nature. He has fallen ill again.

"Oh, it's beautiful Alina. When I see you, I feel full of strength. Perhaps if you can give me a precious kiss, I will get better faster."

The scales on the young red dragon Caedilos' body were cracked and several huge wounds were torn on his chest and abdomen, but he still expressed his desire for the bronze dragon Alina in front of the copper dragon Alfred.

This was the daily life of the young red dragon. He had expressed his affection for almost every female dragon in the dragon group. Oh, not almost. Even Bartoli, the leader of the Dragon Knights, had been harassed by this red dragon.

This is a normal red dragon. After his status has been improved to a certain extent, Caedilos believes that his perfect figure and powerful strength give him the right to pursue every female dragon, oh no, every female.

If he had not been severely beaten and taught a lesson by the dragons, the power he pursued would have turned into the power he occupied.

Bronze dragon Alina knew the nature of the red dragon. She just glanced at the red dragon with disdain and said lightly: "I am already Alfred's spouse, Caedilos, don't say these things that will cause dragons to misunderstand, otherwise I will wait for Kalon to wake up and let the Lord of the Dragon Group know that you like to harass his capable subordinates. I guess you must miss Kalon's fist."

The copper dragon Alfred had a dark dragon face, almost turning into a black dragon in the dawn. He bared his fangs and roared, "Kedilos, your status has not yet been raised to the level where you dare to challenge the majesty of a dragon lord. If you do it again, I will tear your mouth and knock out your fangs!"

"Alright, alright," the young red dragon Caedilos muttered, stretching his long neck, "I have done meritorious services for the dragon group, I have shed blood for the dragon group, I just want to have normal power and status. You know, Alfred, we five-colored dragons don't care about this. As long as we like each other, we can have sex at any time!"

"Shut your stinky mouth! If you say another word I'm going to shove your stupid head up your ass!"

The squinting female red dragon Clenaya felt as if she was offended when she heard what Caedilos said. She swung her long tail at the young red dragon's head, which was still bleeding.

The young red dragon Caedilos subconsciously shrank his head, but in an instant he stretched his head forward, revealing his fangs and letting out a low roar.

His roar was not directed at the female dragon Clenaya, but at the two bronze dragons descending from the sky.

The roar of the young red dragon awakened the other dragons. They opened their eyes again. The fatigue in their eyes disappeared at this moment, and turned into anger and murderous intent.

Because what landed in front of them were two adult dragons, two adult bronze dragons, one male and one female.

As newly adult bronze dragons, the size of these two dragons is not much different from that of the young red dragon Caedilos, but at the moment they are all in good condition. Except for the three young dragons, the rest of the dragons in the dragon group are seriously injured.

There were countless scars on the chest and abdomen of each dragon, and their scales were broken in many places. The left wing of the green dragon Ellie was even cut in half, and the head of the white dragon Kamide was deformed and bleeding from the mouth and nose.

The young white dragon Sloka has even fallen into a deep sleep on the spot. This is a forced choice, otherwise the white dragon will enter the silence of life.

These dragons no longer have the strength to fly or the extra magic power to cast spells.

"Get out of here, you two," the foreign dragon Naxon was the first to show his fangs and let out a demonstrative growl.

On land, the ocean dragon is actually a very weak species of dragon, but he stood in front of the dragon group without hesitation and let the two adult dragons roll away.

"You two idiots, do you want to start a war with the dragons?" The bronze dragon Alina also showed her sharp white fangs and stood in front of the two adult dragons without fear.

The copper dragon Alfred has lowered his body, dug the ground with his forelimbs, and stretched out his wings, ready to fight at any time.

The dragons also stood up one after another. Although they were very weak now, they were still not afraid.

The warriors and followers of the surrounding dragons surrounded them directly, and the soldiers patrolling and guarding the city walls also began to turn the giant crossbows and cannons and began to calibrate the targets.

"Don't get excited, my fellow creatures," the male bronze dragon Gross folded his wings and took two steps back, showing that he had no ill intentions. The bronze dragon's might was also restrained, which meant that the two giant dragons did not come here to fight.

"We are members of the Southern Good Dragon Alliance. My name is Gross, and her name is Natarelli," the male dragon Gross introduced. "We mean no harm. We are here only for you and the dragons."

The female bronze dragon Natarelli nodded and said in a mature woman's voice, "We are only trying to make sure that you, my fellow dragon, have not been affected by these evil five-colored dragon spells and joined this evil dragon group. Come here, my young fellow dragon, let us check you out."

"Humph, who do you think you are? Do I, Alina, need you to check me? I know whether I am affected by the spell or not. You two self-righteous guys, if it weren't for the sake of the Good Dragon Alliance, I would have ordered you to be driven away."

Bronze dragon Alina's face was full of anger. This was equivalent to an insult to Alina. Although she knew that most of her fellow tribesmen had a strong sense of justice and would not tolerate any form of cruelty, this insult was unbearable for Alina.

The two adult bronze dragons' expressions changed. They had never expected their kindness to be so directly rejected by their younger kin. However, the male bronze dragon Gross did not want to engage in direct combat with the dragons, so he had to take a step back.

"Well, despite this, we will still stay here. As long as we are sure that you have been bewitched by these evil five-colored dragons, we will help you escape from their control."

"But if you voluntarily join this evil dragon group, then, my young people, you are in the company of evil. Look at those orcs who were ruthlessly slaughtered despite begging for mercy. Look at the bones and souls that were awakened from their resting place."

"This is evil that cannot be tolerated. This evil should be stopped, restrained and guided,"

The male bronze dragon Gross showed dissatisfaction in his eyes. He said loudly: "My young fellow, I hope you will think about it carefully."

"And you," Gross turned his gaze towards the weakened dragons. "I will observe your actions in secret. This time the orcs took the initiative to invade and received the punishment they deserved. But if you continue to allow evil to spread, I will stop you."

The male bronze dragon finished his words, nodded with satisfaction, and then soared into the sky with his companions. These two dragons, who had just reached adulthood and applied to join the Southern Good Dragon Alliance, had rushed here because they had heard about the war.

They had also heard of the Gogmora dragons that ruled the Golden Lands, and in the eyes of the dragons in the Good Dragon Alliance, they had the power to supervise all evil. The same was true for these two dragons.

"Tsk, what idiots!" Looking at the two giant dragons leaving, the young red dragon Caedilos sneered disdainfully.

(End of this chapter)