Under the Red Dragon.

Chapter 285: No merit, no king; no morality, no strength

The sunlight shines through layers of white clouds and falls on the grassland.

Among the continuous frost giant animal skin tents, there is a huge royal tent. The frost giant's royal flag is planted in front of the tent gate, dancing fiercely with the cold wind neutralized by the mild climate of the grassland.

In the camp, except for the warriors and slaves of various cold-land tribes scattered around the periphery, almost all the frost giants gathered around this royal tent.

The various Frost Giant tribes were forcibly integrated together by the Frost Giant King to form a huge tribe. However, the Frost Giant civilization did not achieve further leap growth.

Even if they purchased weapons through some brave and greedy merchant groups, there were still many Frost Giant warriors who wore weapons made of cold stones that had been frozen in the frost plains of the north for thousands or tens of thousands of years, as well as rough blades, chains and hammers made from the bones of various powerful creatures.

Many tall frost giants roaming around the camp are dressed in animal skins, caring for or slaughtering large beasts such as mammoths, ice dragons, and musk lizards that they have plundered and captured from the frost wastes.

However, although the weapons of these frost giants are simple and crude, the skin defense of their bodies is tougher than those of war lizards and dragon people, and is stronger than the "thick skin" talent of these creatures. Even ordinary iron arrows with excellent quality can hardly cause effective damage to the frost giants.

This is also one of the main reasons why the Frost Giants can roam the ice field. Not only do they possess powerful strength, they also have powerful defense. They also have sharp spears and sturdy shields, making them a dominant race.

Although there were tens of thousands of warriors stationed in the camp, the central area was exceptionally quiet, even deathly silent, with only the snorting of wild beasts and the occasional loud roar of frost giants.

It's not that the warriors of these tribes are so strictly disciplined, but that the warriors of other tribes are afraid of alarming these bad-tempered frost giants.

In the misty camp, the messy bones piled on the ground were the result of disturbing the frost giants.

Some are human bones, some are animal bones, and these are the bones that the frost giants left over and spit out. They look particularly creepy.

Among them were the skeletons of several giant dragons, their jade-like bones tinged with metallic steel gray. They were neatly placed in the center of the camp, arranged as they looked when they were alive.

The huge and hideous skull stares at every creature that dares to covet the Frost Giants' camp with its cold, empty eye sockets. This is an authority of intimidation that does not allow other races to resist or provoke.

Only in the central king's tent could one hear the noise and the sounds of laughter and discussion. It was the only place in this small world without oppression.

In the spacious royal tent, bonfires were blazing, and the leaders of all the frost giant tribes gathered here.

Some were drinking strong liquor from their cups, some were tearing into whole cow legs in their hands, and some were singing the frost giants' war songs to drive away the winter ghost monsters with their rough voices, which were heroic and sad.

The Frost Giant King sat in the center of the tent. Even when he was sitting, the armored giant king looked more burly and powerful than the Frost Giant warriors around the tent.

The appearance of this king of giants was not special. His skin was the same as other frost giants, but his skin was an icy blue color that was frozen in the great glacier.

His neatly-knit beard, like strands of frost and ice, together with his determined and calm eyes, constitute a unique temperament.

This is a king with calm, rational wisdom and firm will.

Therefore, even these frost giants cannot figure out the king's thoughts.

They did not know how determined the Frost Giant King was to cross the grassland and march south, because on this endless grassland, the Golden Empire's several dragons, three thousand legions, and thousands of auxiliary troops were unable to resist the Frost Giant army.

Even the solitary outposts built by the giant dragons on the low hills could not be defended and could only serve as a distraction at best.

Moreover, the Frost Giants' army is not a traditional army that carries a large amount of supplies and needs to be supplied from the rear. Instead, it is more like fighting to support the war and replenishing supplies on the spot.

With only a few thousand troops and a few giant dragons, they couldn't even cut off the Frost Giant Legion's logistical supplies or clear the countryside in this vast prairie.

The king's tent seemed to be bustling and lively, but these former tribal leaders and powerful frost giant warriors were full of doubts and worried about the future of the tribe. They were neither advancing nor retreating, which greatly consumed the limited patience of these frost giants.

A frost giant wearing a horned helmet finally couldn't help it. He put down the huge horn cup and slammed it heavily on the double-edged axe on the table in front of him.

"I can't stand it anymore. Whether to fight or retreat, there must be a reason. Boss, at the beginning you said you would lead us frost giants to fight for a future. I led the Everfrost Tribe and joined your army without hesitation."

The giant leader of the frozen tribe shouted loudly: "Even if I die on the battlefield, I won't frown, and my warriors will never be afraid. But now, although it is much more comfortable than life in the glacier, it makes me uncomfortable all over."

"Could it be that just one failure has dampened your determination to lead the frost giants to greatness?"

In the king's tent, the noisy war songs and heated conversations suddenly quieted down. Although these Frost Giants were all unified by the Frost Giant King with absolutely powerful military force, they might not have followed the Frost Giant King's steps and led the Frost Giants towards powerful intentions.

However, although the tribes have different ideas, few people dare to question the seemingly quiet giant king face to face, because he has already surpassed the legend and possesses a powerful force that these tribes cannot resist even if they unite.

Only Som, the leader of the Everfrost Tribe who was one of the first to voluntarily submit to the Frost Giant King, would have such confidence and courage.

A faint smile suddenly appeared on the calm face of the Frost Giant King. This calm king spoke with a deep and powerful voice that was full of energy and carried a convincing aura.

"You can't help it, Som?"

The Giant King's eyes swept over all the gazes that were staring at him. He smiled and said, "Do you know why I defeated the leader of the Ice Wind Tribe but did not kill him? I was avenging my tribe and my blood relatives."

"That is your great tolerance and kindness," the Frost Giant leader of the Icewind Tribe said loudly, pounding his chest with his huge fists.

"You are wrong, Nule," the frost giant said calmly, "You slaughtered my tribe and killed my relatives. How can I be so tolerant?"

"When I first fled alone into the depths of the ice field and lived on the bones of dead creatures, I once thought that when I became strong enough, I would tear off your head and use it as my chamber pot. I would also kill all of your tribe and hang it on the ice field as a warning to those who come after me for thousands of years."

The frost giant named Nule stopped pounding his chest in an epic manner, his neck stiffened, not daring to move.

"But as I grew up, I gained greater strength, and my wisdom was also opened by the hardships of the frost plains."

The Frost Giant King smiled again, and whispered, "I have been wondering, is it the generations of hatred between the Frost Giant tribes that caused this tragedy? Yes and no."

"Is it the frost giants' shortsightedness and foolishness that caused all these wars? Yes and no,"

"The ultimate cause is still the harsh and barren environment of the extreme frost plains,"

The voice of the Frost Giant King made all the tribal leaders listen attentively, as if this king was born with a convincing power, a charm and aura that combined wisdom and strength.

"The entire Frost Wasteland is dozens of times larger than the territory occupied by the Golden Empire, but I integrated all the Frost Giant tribes and found that there were only three thousand Frost Giants."

A strange light appeared in the eyes of the Frost Giant King. He said solemnly, "Such a vast area can only support a few thousand Frost Giants. Such a cruel and barren environment is the root cause of the cruel fighting between our Frost Giant tribes for generations."

"I understood the root cause of this, so I vowed to eradicate the situation in which the Frost Giants had been fighting each other for thousands and tens of thousands of years, so that tragedies like mine would not happen every day, day and night."

"I also vowed to lead the Frost Giants away from the impoverished and barren Frost Plains, so that the Frost Giants can have a better future, gain a rich and prosperous place to live, and become even more powerful."

At this moment, all the Frost Giant warriors and leaders showed respect for the king's wisdom and admiration for his ambitions on their cold faces. They beat their chests and shouted, celebrating their submission to such a king.

The Frost Giant King's voice was resounding and majestic: "So I moved towards my goal. I united all the Frost Giants, defeated all the tribes on the Frost Plains, defeated those arrogant white dragon tribes, and ascended to the level of legend."

"This is my oath, my goal, and my path. How could I be afraid?" "Then why should we stay here, my king? We are only waiting for your order to stir up the storm from the frost plain and move forward."

The first to raise doubts was the frost giant Thorm, who raised his battle axe and shouted loudly: "Frost giant warriors will flatten everything in the direction of your finger."

"Frost Giants never fear war, they only fear the absence of war!"

"Go south, go south,"

The atmosphere in the king's tent was warm and encouraging. The cold blood of all the frost giants became boiling hot at this moment, making their cold eyes shine with a fire-like light.

The Frost Giant King shook his head slightly and said slowly, "Those dragons are nothing more than that in my eyes. Those thousands of legion warriors can't stop us."

"But haven't you discovered that the strength of the Frost Giants and the Dragon Kingdom is not equal? The advantage in numbers cannot make up for the gap in other aspects."

"The opposing legion, even the lightly armed regiment of the auxiliary legion, is uniformly wearing armor and holding sharp blades. The strength of our legions is not even on the same level, and this does not take into account other means."

"Moreover, the strength of the Dragon Kingdom is just the tip of the iceberg in front of us."

"We are not afraid, King. We, the Frost Giants, will give everything we have to follow in your footsteps," a Frost Giant Shaman, leaning on a cane, his light blue skin covered with frost runes, shouted.

All the tribal leaders beat their chests and roared to express their determination to fight.

But the Frost Giant King simply raised his arm and lightly pressed his palm downward to stop the boiling water in the royal tent.

"If the Frost Giants suffer heavy casualties in the war, what will be the meaning of my conquest?" said the king.
"I have already sent a messenger to ask the Emperor of the Dragon Kingdom to come and meet with me,"

"I want to test whether the dragons have the power to resist me. If they cannot, then no matter how heavy the price we pay, it will be worth it. If the dragons are strong enough to resist me, then we will just suffer a loss for nothing."

Nule, the leader of the Icewind Tribe, laughed loudly. "How dare those dragons come in person to meet the king? Even though the red dragon is said to be on par with the king in the outside world, how can he not fear the king's might? He is just a clown in front of the king."

The Frost Giant King's calm cold eyes swept towards the Frost Giant, causing the other's laughter to stop abruptly. He said calmly: "If he doesn't dare to come, it proves that he doesn't have the confidence and strength to fight against me. But he is an aspiring king after all, how can you desecrate him."

There was silence inside the king's tent.

The sound of drums and horns could be heard in the distance. A frost giant guard walked in from outside the tent and saluted to the many frost giant leaders and the frost giant king. "Your Majesty, the emperor of the Golden Empire has not come, but the blue dragon Akizi, known as the 'King of Blue Thunder' in the outside world, and another female dragon have arrived."

The Frost Giant King frowned slightly and remained silent for a while before he spoke: "Then let Sakless go and meet this so-called 'King of Blue Thunder'."

……

In the Golden Empire's legion camp, there were sounds of low-pitched horns and huge cowhide drums.

The blue dragon Akzi and the blue dragon Karit descended from the clouds, stood on the lonely outpost, and looked down at the imperial army.

The white dragon Sloka and the white dragon Roni flew over and greeted the two blue dragons. Carlit started chatting with the two white dragons, leaving the blue dragon Akzi to watch alone.

Although the Golden Empire's legionnaires were all wearing uniform armor and well-equipped, their faces were covered in visors.

But with the arrival of the blue dragon Akzi, all the warriors took off their visors, raised their weapons, and saluted the King of Thunder who controlled thunder.

The names of each dragon are mostly consistent with their personalities, such as the blue dragon Doss, who is called the 'Lord of Thunder', and Akzi, the 'King of Blue Thunder'.

Because of his fierce and brave character, he is revered and believed by the imperial warriors.

This vanguard legion consists of 500 complete war lizardmen, and the rest are mixed legions.

Among them are dragonborn warriors covered with dragon scales, tall troll warriors with fangs, and ogre warriors, a mixture of many other powerful races.

Just like the many races living in the Golden Empire, most of the newly formed legions of the empire are mixed, based mainly on their abilities and adaptability rather than race.

There was once a giant dragon who asked the ancestral red dragon why these powerful warriors were not transformed into dragonborn warriors. After all, the current empire has the ability to build a pure and loyal dragonblood legion.

But the answer we get is that no matter how advanced and enterprising a single race is, it can never match the evolutionary and creative capabilities of multiple races.

"So, Karon also took these Frost Giants as the target of his experiments," Akzi looked at the Frost Giant camp dozens of miles away. The powerful aura there did not make the blue dragon worried.

However, the blue dragon frowned because of a few adventurers who were watching from afar around the Frost Giants and the Golden Empire, and some wild dragons who came to watch after hearing the news.

The blue dragon shook his head and gave an order to the lizard leader Rayleigh, who was in charge of the corps: "Lead a thousand warriors and follow me to fight the king of the frost giants."

The leader of the lizardmen, Rayleigh, quickly pulled out his own lizardmen, plus a hundred golems, three hundred centaur light armored cavalry known as 'Death Knights', and a hundred magical constructs modified with bio-alchemy technology.

These magical constructs look like the nimble and fast wolves on the grassland, but the goblins have installed double-barreled cannon-like devices on their backs that can fire powerful Vulcan cannons.

Even in the golem army, in addition to the magic beam function of these golems themselves, thick gun barrels are also installed on the shoulders and backs, just like mechas, with two different means of attack.

But these golems are much more powerful than mechas. Not only do they not require living people to operate them, they have more space to store energy and artillery, and can also carry thicker armor.

Different from those completely solid charging and breaking formations golems, this type of golem is more fragile, but has much stronger explosive power than solid golems.

The functions of this golem are somewhat similar to those of tanks in previous lives, but it is more powerful and flexible than tanks.

As for weapons like tanks in Caron's memory, Caron had never thought of replicating them, even though Caron's current ability allowed him to easily calculate through his past memories and master the method of forging such weapons.

Because Charon never thought that the technology of another world was better and more powerful than the magic of this world. In his eyes, building things like tanks was a meaningless and boring task.

In comparison between the two weapons, the steel consumed in tanks is obviously more superior when used to make golems.

The changes that the ancestral red dragon brought to this world are more about the impact on culture and ideological systems.

Simply moving things around without adapting to local conditions not only shows the arrogance of another civilization, but also shows a lack of wisdom.

Even if he could advance in technology and build fighter planes, how could it compare to his mastery of magic and the floating wizard towers and floating cities he built?

But the blue dragon Akzi liked this kind of golem very much. He landed his huge body on the two golems, and his dragon claws stepped on the shoulders of each golem.

Without any orders, the legion was already moving slowly under his wings.

Several giant dragons fell at the same time. Although there were only a thousand-man army, they were like a steel dome, moving forward step by step.

(End of this chapter)