Evil Red Dragon

Baron Oddo also received the news in the mayor's office.

He was an overweight middle-aged nobleman who rose to his position through family connections and his considerable financial acumen.

He wasn't interested in fighting and killing; he only cared about taxes and trade.

Baron Odo put down his report and looked at the city defense captain who had come to report: "Are you sure?"

The city defense captain, a stern-faced veteran, said in a deep voice:

"That's what the guild says, and the Black Hawk Reconnaissance Team has indeed lost contact."

"My lord, we may need to reinforce the city walls and send more men."

Baron Oddo frowned:

"Strengthen the defenses? How much will that cost? Send more people? Where will the people come from? The town already has enough guards; I have to spend a lot of money on them every month."

"Every year they talk about monster attacks, but after all these years, where are the monsters? We haven't even seen a shadow of them!"

"It's like throwing money into the water! Those are all gleaming gold coins!"

He lowered his voice again, unusually confiding in his trusted confidant:

"With so few people like us, what's the point of strengthening our defenses? We should be thinking about how to suppress the news so it doesn't affect the caravans and tax revenue."

"Moreover, news has come from above that people from the capital will be arriving soon. Don't cause me any trouble at this critical juncture."

A hint of displeasure flashed across the city defense captain's face, but he quickly concealed it:

"But sir, if we leave this unattended, what if..."

"There's no such thing as 'what if'!"

Baron Oddo waved his hand impatiently:

"That place is hundreds of miles away from the town. Why would magical beasts travel that far to attack a human town? They'd much rather stay deep in the mountains and forests."

"Besides, even if there is an attack, those big shots will naturally find out and deal with it."

"You can go now. Just increase the daily patrols. Don't scare yourself unnecessarily."

The city defense captain opened his mouth, but ultimately bowed and left.

He knew that adults always cared more about their own money and career prospects.

Baron Oddo was still muttering, "I still need to talk to the old man..."

Chifeng Territory

Alecto lay on his silver bed, somewhat troubled, fiddling with the gold coins.

Greystone Town... I only know its location and name.

The others were completely clueless: How many people are there? How many professionals? What level is the strongest?

We should have left a few alive; once the killing started, things got out of hand.

Oliveira curled up in the corner and drifted off to sleep, occasionally smacking her lips.

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Alecto glanced at her and shook his head.

A rustling sound came from outside the cave.

Gru dragged his weary body closer and knelt on one knee:

"Master, three more wounded members of our tribe are about to collapse. I beg you to save them..."

After saying that, he waited anxiously for a reply.

He vaguely knew that his request was disrespectful and a joke to the Red Dragon.

But seeing his people wailing in pain, he still came.

Alecto paused for a moment.

He mishandled the situation, assuming that trolls could recover from any injury, no matter how severe.

The losses were devastating, and he couldn't accept the non-combat casualties as well.

If he reduces it any further, he'll run out of magic.

Alecto looked around and tossed the Lesser Healing Wave scroll he had just acquired to Gru.

"Master, this is..."

"The secondary healing wave scroll, when torn, will generate a healing wave in a small area, which can stabilize injuries and accelerate healing. You can give it to them."

Gru's hands trembled with gratitude: "Thank you for your kindness, Master! I'll go right away—"

"etc."

Alecto called him back, gazing intently at the loyal dragonborn leader.

"Gru, why do you seem so listless? What happened this time?"

Gru lowered his head and hummed:

"Master, we have lost many warriors since the last human attack."

"As you instructed, the patrol area needs to be expanded, more sentries need to be set up, and some personnel need to be assigned to continue mining in the mines..."

"There are fewer than thirty trolls that can move around right now, and including me, there are only six dragonborn left. One of them is still recovering from a serious injury and cannot participate in high-intensity missions for the time being."

He scratched his leg and continued:

"We have to patrol the territory every day, and the rest of the tribespeople have to process food and take care of the wounded... We're really short-handed, and we've been working non-stop these past few days without a break..."

After listening, Alecto began to think seriously.

Our team is still too weak. A surprise attack exposed our lack of manpower. It seems we need to make some changes.

With the current manpower, going out on patrols would be suicide if we encountered the enemy. It would be better to shrink the defensive line and allow the troops to recuperate.

In addition, the troll race has always been limited by food, resulting in a stagnant population and inefficient hunting.

Should we implement a breeding program to increase production and allow them to reproduce freely, thus supplementing our manpower?

Do they even know what it means to raise a child?

That should work. Gru's intelligence increased considerably after becoming a dragonborn, so it would be good to let the dragonborn manage things.

Yes, we'll begin once the trolls recover.

Alecto's dragon claws tapped lightly on the silver bed, producing a crisp, ringing sound.

"In that case, Gru, mining in the mines will be temporarily suspended, and patrols are no longer necessary. Just ensure food supplies and camp security."

"Also, clear away all the vegetation within a kilometer of the camp and set up lookout posts at high points, with shifts on duty day and night."

Gru nodded emphatically: "Understood!"

"Go."

Gru bowed and withdrew.

Alecto lay down again, his dragon tail gently brushing against the silver bed, his thoughts wandering.

What kind of pet should I raise? And how should I raise a troll? This is so troublesome...

Meanwhile, four hundred miles away.

The Thunderwing Serpent hovered in the air, its level six pressure causing all the magical beasts below to tremble.

It has been delayed for a very, very long time.

The dragon-like aura emanating from the southeast was becoming increasingly clear, and it truly couldn't take it anymore.

"hiss……"

The Thunderwing Python flicked its tongue impatiently.

Below is the lair of its nemesis.

Another level six Digger Dragon, with thick skin and immense strength, but low intelligence.

"Old rival, I've discovered something good..."

The Thunderwing Python used its nonsensical dragon language to embellish its description of the dragon-like presence in the direction of Chifeng.

The Digivice awoke from its slumber and stared at the Thunderwing Serpent:

"A dragon? A baby dragon?"

Lei Yifei Python bewitched:

"It's at least a young dragon, possibly entering adolescence. Its dragon blood and flesh are highly nutritious for us."

The Dig Dragon was tempted.

It has been stuck at the initial stage of level six for a long time. If it can devour a dragon, not the whole one, but just a part of it, it can break through the bottleneck.

The young dragon is at most at the peak of level five, and with the Thunderwing Flying Python, which is also at the initial stage of level six, it has a very good chance of winning.

But how could the Thunderwing Python possibly be kind?

They've been fighting for over a hundred years, from level four all the way to the present, and they know exactly what the other is thinking.

The Digging Dragon asked in a deep voice, "How will we divide it?"

The Thunderwing Python made no attempt to conceal its greed:

"I'll take six, you'll take four. Without me, you can't stop a true dragon that's determined to escape..."

This was the profit-sharing ratio calculated by the Thunderwing Python. If there were too many, the Digging Dragons would give up due to unequal distribution of spoils, and if there were too few, it wouldn't maximize its own profits.

Digosaurus indeed agreed:

"When will you make your move?"

"No rush."

Lei Yifei, the python, sneered.

"Let the other fools go and test the waters first, then we'll reap the benefits."

The two level-six magical beasts reached a consensus and prepared to take action.

In the southwest of Chifeng, a migrating orc tribe is struggling to make its way forward.

The high shaman, leaning on his bone staff, walked at the very front of the procession.

His aged face was covered with wrinkles, but his eyes were unusually bright.

"The direction our ancestors pointed out... is right there..."

He muttered to himself, gazing at the sky.

The chieftain walked to his side; this was a strong orc, nearly three meters tall, with a hideous scar on his face.

"Great Shaman, how much longer do we have to walk? Our people are exhausted."

"We'll be there soon, Goron."

The high shaman's voice was hoarse:

"The crimson mountain in my dream is getting closer and closer; it is the opportunity for our tribe to rise again."

"Once we find that place, we will gain strength and protection, and we will never have to wander again."

Goron gripped his battle axe tightly:

"May your prophecy come true; the people's patience has its limits."

The high shaman did not answer, but continued on his way.

The orc caravan, with their families in tow, moved slowly along the mountain path.

They were originally a medium-sized orc tribe, but because they offended humans, they were besieged by the army and had to flee their homeland.

During their migration, more than half of the clan members died or were injured, and now there are fewer than three hundred people left.

They desperately need a place to settle down, a place where they can rest and recuperate.

Chifeng became their last hope.

……

Alecto was awakened by a slight noise.

Oliveira had woken up sometime earlier and was lying by the bed, staring longingly at the gold coins scattered on it.

"elder brother……"

She called out softly.

"explain."

"When can we go to Graystone Town that you mentioned... uh, I mean, when can we teach those humans a lesson?"

Oliveira asked tentatively, her tail wagging restlessly.

As a true red dragon, Oliveira is vengeful.

"wait."

Alecto was concise and to the point.

"What are you waiting for?"

"Wait for them to come again, wait for us to come of age."

Golden light shimmered in Alecto's eyes:

"Greystone Town will not let this go. They have lost an elite force. They will either back down or retaliate."

"But given human nature, the latter is more likely to be chosen; it just requires preparation time."

Oliveira nodded thoughtfully, then seemed to remember something:

"What if they send even stronger people?"

"It's possible," Alecto didn't deny.

"Therefore, we must strengthen ourselves before they are ready."

He rolled over and stood up, his dragon wings outstretched.

"Let's go see how Gru and the others are recovering."

The two dragons emerged from the cave.

The camp has been restored to order.

The trolls, under Gru's command, are clearing the surrounding vegetation and carving out an open area as Alektor ordered.

The watchtower's base had been erected, and two dragonborn warriors were carrying thick logs up it.

Upon seeing Alecto appear, Gru rushed over:

"Master, as you instructed, the clearing work around the camp is mostly complete, and the lookout post will be built tomorrow."

Alecto glanced around and nodded in satisfaction.

"Good, where are the wounded?"

Gru's face showed gratitude:

"With the scroll you bestowed, the seriously injured tribesmen have stabilized and will be able to move again in a few days. Most of the lightly injured tribesmen have also recovered."

"very good."

Alecto looked towards the distant mountains and forests:

"While you're at it, fence off a few farms near the camp."

Gru was stunned: "A farm?"

"right."

Alecto patiently explained:

"Chifeng Territory needs more manpower, and your tribe's population is too small."

"Relying solely on hunting makes food sources unstable. If you can have a stable food supply, you can confidently expand your tribe."

He drew a simple diagram on the ground:

"The farm is located on the east side of the camp, where there is a water source and the terrain is flat."

"First, demarcate an area and drive some docile herbivorous magical beasts in to raise. Try hunting the argali and woolly cattle that you used to hunt."

Gru nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite:

"I understand, but we've never raised these things before. What if they die..."

"Eat it when it dies."

Alecto stated bluntly:

"Trying is always better than doing nothing. You can start with the simplest thing: catch a few broods of rabbits and see how it goes."

"rabbit?"

Gru's eyes lit up: "We've been catching these since we were kids!"

"Let's start with rabbits."

Alecto turned to Oliveira:

"You come with me."

Oliveira, who was drooling over a passing hare in the distance, was startled by what she heard:

"Huh? Me?"

"Yes, you."

"But brother, are you sure the rabbit won't be scared to death by us?"

"I don't care."

Alecto laughed:

"I'm giving you three days. I need to see the farm. If you don't do a good job, all your treasures will be confiscated."

Oliveira immediately wilted and could only nod repeatedly:

"I'll do it! I'll definitely do it well!"

That wretched Alecto, she even coveted her little bit of treasure...

Seeing this, Gru quickly added:

"Master, leave the farm to us. Lady Oliveira only needs to give us occasional pointers."

Alecto glanced at him but said nothing more.

He knew Gru was defending Oliveira, but that was a good thing.

This at least indicates that Gru has a higher IQ.

"Go on, hurry up."

The two dragons and one demon split up and acted separately.

Gru gathered his tribesmen and began planning the construction of the breeding farm.

Oliveira flew off into the forest with a worried look on her face; she needed to catch a few rabbits first.

Alecto then left the camp to search for the location of the herbivorous monster.

His goal was very clear.

Seek out herbivorous magical beasts that are relatively docile, reproduce quickly, and have decent meat quality.

Based on his knowledge of Warcraft, he first focused his attention on the ibex and the woolly cow.

Blue sheep typically live in groups in the hilly areas of the northern part of their territory.

They are of medium size, agile, and feed mainly on moss and low shrubs.

Alecto soon discovered a herd of blue sheep on a sunny rocky slope.

He circled around for a moment, and after confirming that the flock met the standards, he marked it and then turned south to the river valley meadow.

The area is rich in water and grass, making it a favorite habitat for woolly cattle.

These magical beasts are enormous and incredibly strong, reaching level two upon adulthood. However, they are relatively peaceful and will not usually attack unless provoked.

Alecto soon spotted the herd of longhaired cattle grazing on the grass.

He suddenly realized that if they were successfully domesticated, woolly cattle and blue sheep could not only provide a lot of meat, but their fur and horns also seemed to be a good source of materials.

Having determined his goal, Alekto prepared to return to the Chifeng camp to officially launch his breeding plan.

He planned to have Gru lead the trolls to capture them in batches, starting with the easiest ibex, to gain experience before trying to deal with the woolly bull.