Under the Red Dragon.

Chapter 229 You've Been Beaten
"Chief, are we really going to be Morgeyes's dogs?"

The young storm giant Garcia is one of the leaders among the equally young storm giants, not only because of his talent, but also because Garcia's grandfather is the leader of the entire storm giant tribe.

"Morges used to be dormant under the Supreme Titan, but now that the Supreme Titan has fallen, his ambitions can no longer be restrained."

Old Maide sighed. His tall body, even though his back had stopped moving and was now a little bent, was still as tall as the one-eyed giant Asis, but he was a little thin.

The purple hair in the past has now turned a little gray. Although ordinary storm giants can be considered immortal, their lifespan is not outstanding among many long-lived races. They only live for six hundred years, and they can't even live longer than the powerful dragonborn created by dragons.

But the years that old Maide had lived in the mortal world had long exceeded this ordinary life limit.

"As long as our Storm Giant tribe submits to him, we will definitely be driven by him to fight everywhere. If we do not obey his orders, the fate of our tribe will be no different from that of the dead hill giants."

With huge steps, Maide led many young storm giants to the seaside. Several huge rocs and griffins fell from the sky and paced beside the storm giants.

"But if we obey Mogyes' orders, we will be sent to fight everywhere. However, he is not a qualified leader. He is cruel, narrow-minded, violent and self-righteous."

"It's a pity. If I were younger, I might have killed that idiot Asis directly, and led the entire tribe to challenge Moges."

The misty storm flickered in the eyes of Maide, the storm giant priest, but the heavy shackles on his shoulders made it impossible for him to release his strength.

Even among all giant groups, storm giants are unique in their peaceful character, which is inconsistent with their racial name.

Although in the eyes of many creatures, just hearing a few words of storm giants makes them think that these giants must be difficult to get along with, but on the contrary, almost all storm giants like to live a peaceful and non-confrontational life.

Compared to other irritable giant species, storm giants tend to spend most of their time contemplating worldly affairs, composing and playing music, and cultivating the land and gathering food, like a reclusive clan.

It’s only when faced with something that really irritates these quiet big guys that they thunder in anger, not just literally but in the truest sense of the word.

Therefore, the red dragon, Caron Gogmora, who was just a teenager at the time, could easily become a good friend with the old storm giant leader.

It is also because of this that even as the leader of the Storm Giant tribe, Maide is not willing to lead the tribe to fight against Mogyes for his own wishes.

"We are not afraid, chief," the young storm giants, like Garcia, have the ambition and courage of young people. Even though they are a peace-loving race, young blood still rushes in their bodies.

"Under your leadership, even if we die at the hands of Morgayeth, we will not regret it. Storm giants love peace, but are not afraid of challenges."

The rest of the storm giants also became excited. The young storm giants were always more active than the elders. Only the adult storm giants in the tribe remained silent and thought quietly.

"No, I am old, not young anymore. Even if I have the will, I don't have the strength to fight against Mogyes. Maybe when I was young, I could still fight against him with my bravery, but Mogyes is still a legend."

Maide's words were calm, but the power of the storm in his body became even more violent.

The Storm Giant Priest is also a unique existence among the Storm Giants.

Although Storm Giants are much more talented than ordinary races, only one-fifth of the adult Storm Giants in the entire group can become warlocks or spellcasters.

The Storm Giant Priest is a powerful giant that can only be the best among this one-fifth.

In the use of power, Storm Giant Priests are more like Shamans. They treat all living beings equally, regardless of their strength and spellcasting level, or their life level. It is this peaceful mentality that allows them to control powerful thunder and storms.

Relying on his great strength and talent, Maide had the confidence to challenge Moges when he was still young, but the old giant could more clearly perceive the gap between himself and the opponent.

"But we are still young, we are not afraid of him. Even if he is a legendary giant, he can't step on our backbone."

Garcia's purple face flushed red, as if he felt ashamed of his grandfather, the leader and priest of the storm giants, for saying such words.

Finally, Old Maide sighed. He looked at his bloodline with some seriousness and said in a deep voice, "Don't let your mind impulsively make important decisions too early, Garcia."

"Your parents were deceived by the name of justice and kindness, and followed those people to the raging sea, where they fought with the Hundred-Eyed Demon Whale and eventually perished in the raging sea. I don't want you to be such a reckless person."

As the leader for countless years, Maide was very majestic. His words of instruction and warning silenced the young storm giants around him.

These storm giants all wore simple short-sleeved corsets, and some wore headbands on their heads. Occasionally, a few storm giants would wear simple jewelry and rings, but the giants who liked to go barefoot almost all wore their favorite decorations - anklets.

At this time, in the silent venue, the sound of anklets kept jingling. It was obvious that these young storm giants were not convinced, especially their resentment towards the giant Mogges.

"After discussing with my tribesmen, I decided that the entire Storm Giant tribe should move away from this place and go far away to find a new place to settle down."

Maide glanced at the silent young storm giants and announced the decision.

The adult storm giants around were all silent, and it was obvious that they had already reached a consensus.

But the young storm giants began to stir up trouble again, because it was difficult for them to understand the act of abandoning their homes and running away.

Except for those races that are too weak, almost all the powerful races in this world have deep feelings for their homeland, no matter what the reason is.

Even in the dragon race's heritage, there are examples where even when the world is facing the crisis of destruction, those dragons that have the ability to escape the world and go to the astral realm and other worlds are still unwilling to leave their homes, as if it is an obsession engraved in their bones.

"Even if we can't deal with Moges and his wild dogs, we can retreat into the sea, temporarily avoid their attack, and look for an opportunity to counterattack."

Garcia could no longer remain calm this time. He stiffened his neck and voiced his doubts.

The storm giants are a race that can breathe freely in water and use their innate spell-like abilities freely in water.

Even in the sea, they can run and jump. Although living in the sea for a long time will cause some problems, most of them originally prefer to live on land. Therefore, the storm giant can barely be regarded as an amphibious giant species. Therefore, Garcia's idea was supported by many young giants.

“Don’t let me down any more, Garcia,” Maide, who usually spoke calmly, became unusually stern in his tone. His powerful aura reminded the young storm giants of the fear they experienced when they were dominated by their elders in their childhood.

"Morges' ambition is greater than his power. He wants to unite all the giant races and become the king of giants. He wants to establish a kingdom of giants. Ruling this land is just the beginning."

"He will not let the Storm Giants go. If we don't leave here, you will be qualified to face the power of Moges unless you can become the Thunder Lord."

Maide straightened his slightly hunched back and said loudly, "Go ahead, pack your things, and head north along the sea until you see a place in the sky where a giant dragon rises and lands. That's where we'll stop temporarily."

"I hope that our once young red dragon friends still maintain their enthusiasm and friendship towards us storm giants. In the name of the leader, you must carry out the order!" Many young storm giants dispersed, leaving only old Maide and ten adult giants standing there, without moving.

"Go ahead, and get ready too. Mogyes will not give us too much time to delay. In order for these little guys to go further, we may have to go through a dangerous battle!"

Ten tall adult giants also walked back to their caves.

Maide looked toward the numerous high peaks of the God-Forsaken Mountains. It seemed as if he could see through the jungle and see that among those high mountains stood the tall palaces that rose day and night.

That was the Giant King's Court built for him by Mogyes, the so-called King of Giants, who commanded many giant races and monster species enslaved in the God-forsaken Mountains.

This is a huge stone palace built purely with rough rocks from the mountains. The unpolished edges of the huge stones make the palace look particularly wild and unrestrained.

Huge stone basins burned with strong flames, dispelling the thick humidity in the mountains.

The central aisle of this rugged stone hall was covered with a thick layer of animal skins, which were the hairs of some powerful wild beasts and ferocious species in the mountains. They were simply sewn into the shape of a long carpet, and spread all the way to the depths of the stone hall, onto the fine steel throne which was also covered with the furs of extraordinary creatures.

A huge giant, with a pair of sturdy arms leaning on the steel and stone throne, supporting his cheeks, and the other pair of arms, stroking two huge white bone skulls, as if stroking his favorite toy.

At this time, the giant's two heads were lowered, as if taking a rest.

And under the giant's feet, there was a huge dragon stepping on. The dragon hid its face behind the huge throne, with only the back half of its body used as a footstool exposed, with purple scales on it, and its thick and long tail drooping on the steps under the throne.

Da da da

There were faint sounds of footsteps coming from the quiet stone hall gate.

The ears of the giant who was taking a nap on the steel stone throne trembled slightly, but he did not open his eyes.

Until the footsteps gradually approached, a head slowly rose from behind him and turned around. It was the third head of the giant, the head that never closed its eyes.

……

Roya, as a dispatched official of the Golden Empire's Ministry of Foreign Affairs, was pushed and detained in the diplomatic residence after arriving in the Orc Kingdom. It was not until two months later that the high-ranking officials of the Orc Kingdom, who had been avoiding Roya under the pretext of hunting, gave Roya a positive response to the matter.

At this time, Roya was standing in the palace of the Orc Kingdom, standing tall and majestic.

Even though this mission was likely to endanger his life, it was still a mission that Roya had fought hard for. In the early days of the Golden Empire, merit meant promotion, and the riskier the mission, the greater the merit.

His hands rested on his belt, which was a "Giant Beast Power" belt made from the tendons and skin of strange giant beasts in the Orc Kingdom.

The enchantment on this magical equipment can enhance the wearer's strength. Depending on the individual's physique, it can increase the strength of approximately one to nine bison. It is considered a very powerful equipment for warriors.

The ring on his hand is also a magic amplification ring, and even the brooch on his clothes is an instantly triggered magic shield equipment.

This was the bribe he received while staying in the Orc Kingdom. However, according to the regulations of the Empire, this situation was an additional legal source of income and benefits. He only needed to report to the relevant supervisory departments of the Empire after returning, and he could rest assured.

This made Roya feel a little more favorable towards the Orc Kingdom, even though he secretly despised the orcs for imitating the human kings' decorations and decorating the Orc Kingdom's palace too exquisitely.

Accustomed to the architectural style of the Dragon Empire, Roya now commented on these crude orcs in a condescending manner.

"Now that you have seen the Orc King, why don't you come forward to pay your respects?" the fox secret attendant in the palace shouted at Roya, the human scholar from the Golden Empire who was sent to the Orc Kingdom as he stood tall and looked indifferently at the high-ranking officials and elders of the Orc Kingdom.

"Is the Kingdom of Dragons such a barbaric and reckless country? Even if you are a messenger, you still need to be respectful to the King of Orcs!"

Luo Ya laughed softly, his expression unchanged, his black hair flying as he spoke.

"The subjects of a superior state do not worship the ruler of an inferior state."

"How dare you," an orc noble was furious. This hateful human was too arrogant, and the expression on his face was exactly the same as those dragons.

"Aren't you afraid? We will kill you and then send your head back to those dragons," the orc noble threatened.

"Hahaha, I can use you to make a mark in the history books of the empire," the anthropologist laughed loudly, without showing any shyness.

"If my head falls, millions of your orcs' heads will fall. The Golden Empire has hundreds of thousands of armored warriors and loyal fighters who are eager for the opportunity to establish their achievements. Perhaps they will thank you for your help."

"You," the orc noble was furious again, "We still have hundreds of thousands of powerful warriors in our orc kingdom. If it weren't for..."

Before the orc could finish, Luo Ya shook his head and chuckled, "You lost the fight."

"Bullshit," the orc noble said angrily, "Our orc kingdom is strong and has ten times more people than your empire."

"You lost the fight!" Luo Ya just laughed softly.

The orc nobles were furious, stood up from their seats, and roared: "If it weren't for our powerful guardians who couldn't leave easily and set foot on the main continent, how could it be possible..."

"Haha, you lost the fight," Luo Ya just shook his head.

The orc king, who was sitting high up, looked at the furious and ugly appearance of the orc nobles, shook his head slightly, and shouted loudly: "Enough."

Then he turned around and smiled softly at Luo Ya, "There is no need for the envoy to bother with these stubborn idiots. As for the compensation your country is asking for, we can..."

Before the orc king finished speaking, Luo Ya, who had been calm all the time, immediately bowed and said, "The orc king is indeed wise and a wise leader."

The orc king looked at the human scholar deeply, took a deep breath, and then said, "However, the amount of compensation proposed by your country is too huge. Not only does it require 200,000 gold coins, but also a number of compensations. Even slaves will cost up to 50,000. Therefore, there are some things that the orc kingdom cannot pay on time for the time being."

The anthropologist Luo Ya immediately jumped up, rolled up his sleeves, and prepared to curse loudly, so that these vulgar tribal leaders could have a good look at the cursing manuscript he had written in advance.

But the orc king's next words made the scholar swallow his words.
"So we plan to compensate with something else, a Behemoth cub, to make up for the lack of gold coins. What do you think?"

Luo Ya bowed again, "Orc King, you are wise and intelligent!"

(End of this chapter)