Under the Red Dragon.

Chapter 221 Practice
At night, in the capital of the Freehold, the powerful city of Valyria, lights are everywhere, not far from the foot of the towering Fourteen Fire Peaks.

The volcanic peaks here are different from ordinary volcanoes. Ordinary volcanoes are in two states: eruption and calm, but the Fourteen Fire Peaks are particularly unique.

Many places in the Fire Peak Mountains here seem to be forever surrounded by flames that never go out, but they never erupt, as if some magical power has changed these burning mountains.

Even though you are just a few miles away at the foot of the mountain, you can still seem to feel the heat from the volcanoes, which are constantly erupting from the earth, bringing heat and magic to the world.

The black dragon Rosani used his not-so-skilled Transfiguration technique to transform himself into a handsome young man in a black robe. He stood in the vast slave owner's manor, gazing up at the burning peaks at the bottom of the mountain. The bright lights in the manor illuminated his distinct outline.

Handsome and heroic, every dragon in the Gogmora dragon group is top-notch among the true dragons of the same age in terms of appearance, form, and strength.

Although the black dragon Rosani has some funny moments in his daily interactions with other dragons, he looks much more noble than those pretentious nobles.

The place where Rossani was looking was exactly what the spellcasters had discovered. It was the area near the continent of Essos. It was the place with the strongest magical power in the entire Free Fortress area and also a very important magical node.

Or it would not be an exaggeration to say that it is one of the sources of magic power in the nearby continent.

This place is also the most suitable place to build a plane coordinate tower, open up two plane worlds, and connect them through a permanent channel.

Spellcasters only need to follow the steps, build a plane coordinate signal tower, and then use the magic circle to absorb the huge magic power under the fourteen fire peaks to open the channel.

Lead the empire's subsequent support legions, and then conquer the entire world according to the known information and plans, and make this world a provider for the Golden Empire.

The most important thing is that in the mind of the black dragon Rosani, the bipedal dragons in this world are very suitable as food for the dragon group.

Taking these magic dragons as food can make the dragon develop more perfectly. Now, after this period of eating, the body of the black dragon Rosani has grown to sixteen meters long.

This level of body size is equivalent to the adolescent size of many large dragon species in the world of Ekania, and some small-sized true dragon species can only hope to reach this size after they reach adulthood.

The black dragon Rosani has come up with the idea of treating this world as a pasture for his dragon herd, grazing these magic dragons. When the race of magic dragons grows stronger, the dragon herd will be able to prey on them at will.

"Perhaps this is what Kalon originally intended, to eat everything and strengthen his bloodline."

This thought occasionally flashed through the mind of the Black Dragon Rosani.

"The true dragon species were originally astral creatures, free and powerful, preying on creatures from countless worlds. Perhaps this is why the first dragons were so powerful."

It has to be said that now, when faced with some benefits, the giant dragons in the Gogmora dragon group will always want to use the power of the dragon group to magnify these benefits and be happy to share them.

The black dragon Rosani turned his gaze to the dark sky. Even as it was about to enter deep night, there were still dragon riders in the sky, riding dragons of different appearances and scale colors, patrolling the sky.

Some have golden eyes and silver scales with gorgeous appearance, some have red scales and copper crowns with swift movements, and some are lean, cruel and terrifying beasts.

These huge beasts were ridden by tiny humans, who patrolled around like hounds, trying to find any traces of the outsiders.

The black dragon Rosani sneered, "You pathetic inferior species, since you are willing to be under the crotch of a mortal, you might as well become food in the mouth of a great true dragon and contribute your remaining value to the noble dragon."

In the endless plane, even if there are legendary dragon riders, those real dragons only treat the riders on their backs as their pets. Most of them are willing to become partners with other races just for the sake of entertainment.

Even the famous astral pirates the Githyanki, a race that likes to ride red dragons to rob and plunder everywhere in the starry sea, are only able to ride red dragons and do what red dragons like most because they have clung to the immortal queen Tiamat and signed a contract with the five-colored dragon gods.

Even so, the Githyanki can usually only control young red dragons, because once a red dragon reaches adulthood, even the contract after becoming immortal cannot restrain the arrogant hearts of these red dragons.

Adult red dragons often simply quit their jobs, or choose to work alone after accumulating enough experience to become bigger and stronger. Even so, the Githyanki still have to pay a lot of money to adult red dragons.

Although the Golden Empire has hundreds of bat-winged dragons serving in the legions, controlled by humans and warriors of various races, the black dragon Rosani still displays the duality that is the characteristic of the dragon race.

It is also related to the powerful pressure brought by these dragon knights.

Although the black dragon Rosani is a perfect true dragon, at least in front of these two-legged dragons, he cannot face the siege of thousands of dragons head-on.

Even if dozens of magic dragons collectively besieged him, the black dragon Rosani had no choice but to avoid their attack.

Although these dragons do not have magical powers, the powerful physical strength brought by their huge bodies of tens or hundreds of meters is enough to make the black dragon alert.

Moreover, due to the hunting during this period, twenty dragons have died at the hands of Rossani, not including those dragons shot down by powerful warriors with crossbows and armor-piercing spears.

A dragon knight of the Imperial Dragon Knights. After the experience of war, these elite dragon knights are capable of hunting down a dragon alone.

The speed of the two-legged dragon is not only much slower than that of a real dragon, but once the bat-winged dragon exerts its full speed, the dragon cannot even catch up with the dragon rider's exhaust gas.

Bartoli, the leader of the Dragon Knights, has cut off more than five dragon head skulls. According to incomplete statistics from scholars, nearly sixty of these two-legged dragons have been killed by the soldiers of the Imperial Legion.

Even though the Forty Dragon King Families possessed a huge army of magic dragons, they also increased their vigilance during this period.

Because not only the number of magic dragons is changing, but also the tribesmen and dragon knights who possess the blood of the Dragon King and are qualified to control the magic dragons are constantly disappearing in secret.

The defense level in the entire city of Valyria is constantly being raised. The Dragon Road leading to Valyria has been blocked by a large number of mercenary warriors and Unsullied, and is undergoing strict inspections.

The slave owners, plantation owners and nobles guarded their homes and estates tightly and had heavy guards to protect them.

But in the eyes of the empire's legion warriors, these defenses are just obstacles that can be easily cleared away. What they fear is only the huge number of the magic dragon army.

The rulers of Valyria would send out hundreds of dragons every day to search for outsiders on the Valyria Peninsula, trying to catch them.

There are still hundreds of dragons searching for traces in the Long Summer Land outside the Valyrian Peninsula, but perhaps those nobles can hardly imagine that the real enemy has come to their side. The magic of the world of Ekania is far superior to the level of this world.

"But the best defense in the world is offense," the black dragon Rossani looked at the bright moon in the sky, imitated a certain red dragon, stood with his hands behind his back, and sighed.

"I chose this city to avoid the advantages of those dragons. Here, it's not us who need to be feared, but the rulers. The dragons may be able to see clearly in the dark, but those knights are just blind."

In the brightly lit Valyria, undercurrents are already surging.

In front of the once luxurious fortress of the Lord Valyrian, the Dragon King who maintains order today sits on the throne, quietly waiting for the result.

The surrounding warriors and servants surrounded the fortress tightly, and the dragon knights in the sky were also hovering over the Grand Lord's fortress.

During this period of time, the Dragon King families, who had been scheming and fighting for power in the past, finally put aside their disputes for a short time, united, took turns in governing, and integrated the power of the entire Free Fortress.

The red-robed monks who believed in the Red God and the red-robed priestess Nalia gathered in front of the blazing torches and performed a ceremony to worship the God.

Slaves one after another had their hands bound and were tied to wooden stakes. These were sacrifices to the Red God R'hllor, in order to pray for the Red God's power to come.

But Nalia had tried it before, and the power of a single sacrifice was not enough to find the traces of the outsiders. It was as if the outsiders' mysterious magic blocked their own existence.

Therefore, if one wants to borrow the power of R'hllor, the Lord of Light, a greater sacrifice must be held to obtain greater power and allow Allah to bring down a more powerful miracle. Blood and fire have the same origin, and the blood of life is exchanged for the fire of power. Therefore, there are a total of 166 slaves here as sacrifices.

The red-robed priestess Nalia nodded to the Dragon King sitting on the throne and walked around the huge torch. The other red-robed monks chanted mysterious prayers, praying for the light and beauty of the great Lord R'hllor.

The red-robed witch Nalia sprinkled potions and powders from her wide sleeves, and orange flames lit up at her fingertips. The orange flames ignited the powder, turning it into scarlet blood flames that fell into the woodpile on the altar.

Scarlet blood flames suddenly rose up, and the fear and screams of the slaves in the fire sounded at the same time.

The gorgeous priestess's red robe untied between her white fingers, then slid down to the ground, revealing her lamb-like white body.

The naked witch's eyes were now shining like pale red candles.

At this moment, the witch's aura became obscure and solemn, a mixture of beauty and danger, complex and abrupt.

"Shadows are servants of light, children of flame..."

The priestess, with a dazzling white halo, revealed her beautiful figure. She stepped on her slender feet, chanted ancient language in front of the torch, and performed a sacrificial dance, which was smart, beautiful and sacred.

"He who burns with blazing flames..."

"With the fire of your life, create..."

The ruby necklace on the beautiful witch's neck glowed with brilliant light at this last moment, as if it had been replenished in some way, and its luster became more translucent and richer.

Even the witch's face and skin became smoother.

The Dragon King and his warrior servants held their breath. One after another, blurry yet clear shadows were struggling and howling silently, squeezing out of the body of this beautiful witch.

It was like the legendary mouth of hell opening on this beautiful witch, and countless horrific ghosts crawled out of the witch's body and were born into the world.

The Dragon King and his warrior servants could no longer distinguish the faces of the shadows, nor recognize the people reflected in the shadows, but they all knew that those were the slaves who had just been burned to death in the flames and became sacrifices to the Red God R'hllor.

Countless shadows entangled and condensed at this moment, like many unjustly killed ghosts howling, fighting and devouring each other, scaring the surrounding servants so much that their legs trembled, their faces turned pale, and their teeth chattered.

Finally, countless shadows transformed into a huge distorted ghost face, floating in the air with a roar, and then, like the ghost of a hound, it sniffed in the air, and finally floated away in one direction.

"Follow it, quickly, send out all the elite warriors to wipe out those outsiders," the Dragon King sitting on the throne looked with fear at the priest who was lying on the ground a little weak and put on the red robe again, and quickly gave orders, letting his warriors lead the team to attack.

Just as the Dragon King gave his order, he saw from the corner of his eye a gorgeous rainbow flashing across the night sky from afar. In the sky, the dragon knights and dragons of his own family let out screams of fear at this moment.

The Dragon King couldn't help but raise his head and look up into the sky. At that moment, his eyes suddenly widened and his mouth opened. Shock and fear completely frightened his limbs, making it difficult for him to move.

The devil dragon in the sky had its head cut off by the brilliant stream of light. The huge dragon head only uttered a brief wail before separating from its huge body.

A demon dragon over thirty meters long fell from the sky, bleeding, carrying with it the knight on its back and its lost head.

Before a dozen unlucky servants could react, they were smashed into pulp by the corpse of the magic dragon that fell from the sky. The gurgling dragon blood spilled onto the square in front of the army's fortress, causing countless servants to scream.

Many maids and slaves fled in panic, and some warriors who did not leave far away were startled by the huge noise and hurried back.

Bang, bang, bang,
One after another, warriors wearing huge and strange armor seemed to fall from the sky and stood in front of these warriors.

Each of these armored warriors was more than three meters tall. To the Valyrian slave warriors and mercenaries, they were like giants, making them somewhat afraid to move forward.

"Stop, live, move forward, die!"

The centurion of the Burning Hoof Legion plunged his giant heavy sword deep into the stone slab in front of him. A cold voice rang out from under his visor. The murderous intent in his tone made even the Unsullied, who were trained in brutality and bloodiness, dare not launch an attack easily.

The dragon-born werewolf Saha flapped his wings that were burning with flames, descended from the sky, and landed in front of the Dragon King who was guarded by warriors.

The dragon's hot blood was still dripping from the werewolf's claws, splashing onto the floor drop by drop and corroding tiny holes in the stone slabs.

He looked at the Dragon King who was constantly retreating and trying to escape into the Maharaja's fortress, and chuckled, "You don't need to look for us, we are already here."

The werewolf's wings on its back flapped, and its figure disappeared at this moment. The violent sound made the surrounding torches and candles flicker, and the lights dimmed.

The next moment, the lights came on again, and on the ground, human heads rolled down and blood began to spread.

The screams inside alarmed the slave warriors and Unsullied outside. These warriors looked at each other, then raised their spears and stabbed at the warriors who blocked their way, roaring, "Kill!"

A flash of red light flashed across the eyes carved from magic crystals on the visor of the "Burning Hoof" centurion, and he drew the heavy sword in front of him.

The heavy sword seemed to have lost its weight in the centurion's hands, and at this moment it emitted a sharpness that could not be concealed even by the darkness.

The slave warrior who launched the attack first could not even catch a glimpse of the movement of the giant sword. He only saw a cold light rising, and his whole body was split in half from head to toe. Even the iron armor on his body was neatly split in two.

The process was so fast that the left and right halves of the warrior's body took two steps forward with the spear before they fell to the ground with a loud bang. Only then did his internal organs realize that they had lost the wrapping and restraint of the body, and they scattered everywhere, scattering red and white all over the ground.

The rest of the slave warriors and Unsullied were so stunned by this fierce attack that they actually stopped attacking.

"What a stupid damn person,"

The tall figure of the centurion stood like a demon, a red light suddenly appeared on his visor, and his cold voice was like a sentence of death.

"Even with the Lord's virtue of tolerance, I still cannot forgive your stupidity." The centurion stood with his sword in hand and said softly, "Kill them all, leaving no one alive."

step, step,
A dozen warriors walked past the centurion and approached the slave warrior who was on guard.

Although the "Burning Hoof" only sent out two teams here, totaling twenty people, if it were not for preventing the Dragon King from escaping, these warriors believed that they alone were enough to deal with these weak opponents.

The centurion stood in place with his sword in his hand and his eyes closed, listening to the sound of steel cutting through the enemy's armor and body. The boiling blood in his body was gradually calmed down by him.

He didn't need to take any action against these trash. However, how to control his own will and conserve his physical strength in battle was a compulsory course for every legion soldier.

The reason why the centurion is so powerful is that he treats every moment of his life as a time for practice.

The sound of steel clashing, the sound of blood flowing in the body, and the chaotic noise coming from the city, everything was captured by the centurion's mind, and finally condensed into an image in his heart, that is, a unique dragon.

"The Emperor's Glory,"

The centurion whispered and opened his eyes. Everything in front of him was already peaceful. There were only soldiers of the empire, blood and body parts, but no enemies.

(End of this chapter)