Red Dragon has magic

Chapter 48 We Can Too

They acted right away. The next morning, the human warriors found the village chief in a house with a small garden.

The village chief was a fair-skinned man who looked to be in his forties. His hair and beard were black, with some gray in his sideburns and beard. He had a warm personality and as soon as he saw the human warrior, he invited him to appreciate the garden until the human warrior told him the purpose of his visit today.

"I think you should talk to our militia captain about this matter." It is true that the village chief is in charge of the affairs of the village, but he cannot have the final say. He must consult the opinions of the people who are doing the specific work and leave professional matters to professionals.

The militia captain came over soon. Compared to the friendly village chief, he looked particularly stern. His reddish-brown hair was pulled back behind his head, and his beard hid a scar above his mouth. The most obvious feature was that he was missing his left hand, which he lost in a fight with a troll.

"You have a point, but if we can't kill the red dragon..." The militia captain used to be a mercenary and traveled all over the country until he lost his left hand. He is undoubtedly experienced. "The red dragon will remember the grudge for ten or twenty years. What will we do if you all leave by then?"

"If we don't kill or drive away that red dragon now, I think you will be miserable for ten or twenty years." The human warrior said bluntly.

"That group of orcs came half a year ago. Apart from occasionally running out of the forest to rob people on the road, they stayed in the abandoned fortress most of the time... Our people discovered the red dragon very early, but no one believed it at first. Anyway, it never robbed us or asked us for tribute." said the militia captain.

"He was just a young dragon at that time. He was too weak."

"So who killed your teammate?"

The human warrior opened his mouth, speechless for a moment.

"You've been out there before, too. Do you believe a red dragon would be so kind as to let you go?" The human warrior quickly thought of a response to the militia captain's words, "That's not a blue dragon, nor a green dragon, but a red dragon, the tyrant of the mountains. It's evil and cruel, with a chaotic nature. It kills people when it's in a bad mood, and it kills people when it's in a good mood, without asking for reasons. It just happens to be busy now so it didn't bother you..."

The militia captain remained silent. The bad reputation of red dragons was well known to everyone. Red dragons were the most typical evil dragons, whose only interest was burning, killing and looting. Creatures serving red dragons always lived in fear, and most of their time was spent flattering red dragons in order to survive.

"Now that we are here, we have a grudge against it, and we can help you." The human warrior took a breath, "After we leave, you will have the confidence to face it."

"I don't know why those orcs claimed that the red dragon was their master and gave it a strange nickname." The human warrior paused and said, "But we saw with our own eyes that the red dragon lived in a nest halfway up the mountain. When we attacked it, there were no orcs to cause trouble, nothing happened."

The militia captain was silent for a long time, then said, "The dragon can fly, what are you going to do about it?"

"We have a very powerful ranger. Your vice-captain is also a very powerful ranger, and they are both half-elfs... Can you throw a spear? I can do it, so you can't not do it." The human warrior continued, "I saw that there is a well-preserved spear-throwing crossbow in your village. Can you dismantle it?"

"I admit that the red dragon was very cunning. This was the first time we encountered a red dragon that could escape. If its scales were not so red, so bright red, we would have suspected that it was a green dragon." The human warrior said, "But no matter how hard it ran, it came back when we were about to climb onto its lair. A dragon will not abandon its lair easily."

"If it doesn't work, we've failed and we can only move away." The human warrior sighed.

The militia captain stared at the human warrior, and the human warrior's eyes did not dodge at all.

The militia captain withdrew his gaze and honestly admitted that he was indeed tempted.

Indeed, no one could accept a red dragon living nearby without doing anything?

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……

Two flowers bloom.

Because Leon was thinking about something, he got up quite early the next day and did not sleep until noon or even in the afternoon like he usually did.

Today's plan was to attack the hobgoblins' camp. Leon had thought that the orcs must have woken up long ago and were waiting for him to wake up and go out, but who knew that many orcs had not even gotten up yet.

Leon just nodded to Deka, and the orc leader immediately took his men to beat up those orcs who had not yet woken up.

"Come in."

"Why don't you come in?" "Do you want me to shove my shoes in your mouths?"

No matter how Deka tried to wake up those undisciplined orcs, Lyon just ate by himself and finished a wild boar.

This forest is really not big, with one side being the south and the other being the north. The abandoned fortress is less than half an hour away from the earth goblin camp.

Without logistical supplies, the orcs' marching speed was actually not slow, but it was still a bit slow for Leon.

Halfway through the walk, Lyon couldn't wait any longer and decided to go ahead.

"You guys walk slowly, I'll go ahead and observe the enemy situation."

As he spoke, Leon spread his wings and flew up. After flapping his wings a few times, he flew over the camp of the hobgoblins.

It is called a hobgoblin camp, strictly speaking it is a goblin-like camp. The circular camp has wide crisscrossing roads, a warlord's command center, a hobgoblin barracks, and messily scattered bear goblin nests, which are just big holes in the ground. Finally, the round tents are goblin huts.

Lyon flew over the hobgoblin camp. In addition to scouting the enemy situation, he actually had another purpose, which was to intimidate the enemy.

It is true that he is a young dragon, but he is a very large young dragon. When he just entered the young dragon stage, his total length was close to eight meters, and now it is probably nine meters. Although his body length is estimated to be just over three meters, when his wings are spread out, his wingspan is over ten meters, making him a huge monster.

After just a hover over the camp and a swoop and roar, Leon discovered that all the goblins were trembling and raising their bows. One of the goblins standing on the watchtower even fell down from the tower because of Leon's approach. However, it had little effect on the giant goblins that had come out of the barracks and the bear goblins that had come out of the caves like wild beasts.

"Red Dragon?" The tall hobgoblin warlord walked out of the command center, looking up at the sky.

Lyon saw the hobgoblin warlord, slowed down his flight, and circled around the command center.

"Submit or die." Leon threatened. He had to say some polite words. "My army will be here soon."

Leon looked down at the hobgoblin camp. He had already thought of a tactic. When the time came, he would be a little sneaky and use sword-riding skills to kill the goblins on the sentinels first. The sentry tower had effective space and there was no place to hide from his flying swords. Then he would find an opportunity to kill the hobgoblin warlord in one fell swoop and finally subdue the remaining hobgoblins.

"Are you talking about those orcs?" asked the hobgoblin warlord.

"Yes." Lyon replied.

"We are much stronger than those brainless orcs." The hobgoblin warlord's voice was still loud and clear. "We are the first legion under the great red dragon."

"Uh..." Leon, who didn't realize what was going on, flew out of the hobgoblin camp without noticing.

I haven't even made a move yet, why are you guys voting?
The hobgoblin warlord was so aware of the situation that Leon was frightened and even suspected a trick.

But this is actually a very normal thing.

Since orcs can vote, why can't hobgoblins?

An orc came over and said something like their master was a red dragon, but there was no sign of the red dragon. No matter how much you said, there was no way to surrender but to fight. Now that the red dragon had come, could they not surrender or fight to the death? They were an evil race, and the right way was to rely on powerful, evil monsters.

When Leon landed at the hobgoblin camp, the orcs were already approaching the hobgoblin camp.

Deka knew nothing yet, and he was holding a heavy hammer and gently knocking on the big iron shield.

"Wait a minute, I'm going to fight them warlords in single combat. No one is going to compete with me."

(End of this chapter)