Red Dragon has magic

Chapter 53 Dividing the spoils
Leon doesn't need to clean up the battlefield; the orcs and hobgoblins can do it.

Especially the short goblins who were good at everything, but they were very good at plundering, and they would even jump into the toilet to dig. They were also the ones who did the most tricks, so people had to be sent to supervise them, including chopping off the heads of one or two petty goblins to serve as a warning to others.

In just a short rest, Lyon had collected all the spoils and piled them beside him. There was a mess of everything, even a coil of rope and a bench, forming a small mountain.

"A lot of things were burned in the fire, and we can only salvage these." The hobgoblin warlord stood in front of Leon and said respectfully.

Ever since he saw the red dragon ignore human taunts and adopt the tactic of stealing the home, which directly led to the collapse of the morale of the human army, and finally killed so many strong men without any damage, he deeply realized the wisdom and strength of the red dragon. The opponent is definitely not an ordinary red dragon. A normal red dragon in the young dragon stage cannot achieve such a great feat.

"We found a car." When the orc leader Deka found that Leon had woken up, he immediately rushed to him, "I hope the master can give it to us."

He suddenly raised his heavy mace and pointed it at the hobgoblin warlord, saying, "You are not allowed to compete with us."

"You want a fight?" The hobgoblin warlord stretched his neck and gripped the handle of his two-handed sledgehammer. He wanted a car, but it wasn't a big deal if he didn't have one. He was more concerned about something that would damage his dignity.

Leon coughed, and Deka and the hobgoblin warlord immediately became obedient.

Leon found that Deka was looking at him with hope in his eyes. The other orcs were also looking at him. It seemed that nothing was more concerning and touching than the car.

So he has read various setting books, but he has not read them systematically, just read them here and there. His impression of orcs is more about tribal dogs and mitotic greenskins, and he doesn't quite understand why these orcs in front of him are so obsessed with a car.

His eyes lingered on the carriage, whose frame was still intact after the fire, and he asked, "Why do you want this carriage so much?"

"With a chariot, we can transport all the food and spoils we have looted back to the tribe. A chariot can also be used to protect against arrows and as a battering ram." Luo Luge explained, "A tribe cannot be without a chariot. Without a chariot, it is not worthy of being called a tribe."

Leon was in a good mood at the moment and didn't mind helping others. He waved his hand and said, "Okay, since you like it so much, then I'll give you this car. But if you take the car, you will definitely get less of the other things."

"Thank you, Master." Deka said gratefully, as if he didn't hear the rest of the words at all.

Leon simply glanced at the orc team. He didn't know how many people were killed, but no orc present was uninjured. He said, "This is what you deserve."

Leon had no interest in the farm tools, pots and pans rescued from the fire, as well as various ritual items rescued from the temple. He generously distributed them all to everyone, leaving only the more valuable things.

There were actually several dimensional bags that were well preserved, especially one that was made into a flap waist bag style. You could take it away at any time by hooking the belt with your claws, and you could open it by prying the lid with your claws. I had the impression that it was tied around the waist of a female mage. Leon accepted it without hesitation.

In fact, Leon was going to take away several dimensional bags, including all the money and gems, which the adventurers had a lot of, as well as the crafts, toys and books that he was interested in, such as music boxes and ship-in-a-bottle ornaments... He couldn't use the weapons and equipment, but if the workmanship was exquisite and beautiful, he would collect them. After Leon divided the things, of course he still gave them to the orcs and hobgoblins - the bugbears, goblins and ogres were included in both - leaving a lot of things, such as the sword of the militia captain, which was absolutely practical, but not very good-looking, the bow of the militia deputy captain, and some scrolls and potions.

"I've finished speaking. Who's in favor and who's against?" Lyon was quite democratic. If anyone raised an objection, he wouldn't mind discussing the plan for dividing the spoils.

So Lyon was fair and no one objected at this time.

In fact, Leon took the biggest share, but he also gave away a lot of things. He didn't want anything he wasn't interested in, and he didn't insist on taking more. He was much more generous than other dragons.

In short, after this incident, Lyon became a little rich man.

In the following days, Leon did not return to the abandoned fortress, but moved back to the nest located halfway up the mountain. The reason was simple: the mountainside was convenient for takeoff, there were no noisy orcs, and there was no miscellaneous stench. The living environment was indeed much better than the abandoned fortress.

For every group of adventurers, there will be a second group of adventurers, and the next group of adventurers may be even stronger. Leon also thought about whether to just leave and find another place to live, but in the end he didn't leave. He felt that with the combat power he showed, he still had the ability to protect himself, and as long as he didn't commit suicide, he wouldn't die.

Paranoia is not acceptable, but it is also not acceptable to have no awareness of taking precautions. Lyon forced the hobgoblin warlord to set up a camp at the foot of the low mountain, and then stationed sentinels on the only way into the forest to monitor possible adventurers... The lawful evil hobgoblins are still more useful than the chaotic evil orcs.

I don’t know if it was because he killed a group of adventurers, destroyed a village, or because there was a village located on the border with hundreds of people with strong fighting power, that made Lyon notorious. No adventurer harassed Lyon for quite a long time.

The rewards for slaying a dragon are rich, but you must be strong, otherwise you will die. If you are strong, there are plenty of places to make money. Unless you are short of money or just want to prove yourself, there is no need to fight so hard.

Of course, there are adventurers who are confident that they can challenge Leon. After all, he is really a young dragon. These people will either die from Leon's immobilization technique combined with the Samadhi True Fire, killing one first and then slowly defeating them, or they will be killed in large numbers with a soul-demanding Sanskrit sound.

Leon found that if he could talk a little nonsense first, for example, criticizing a middle-aged adventurer for not taking care of his wife and children, if he could make the adventurer feel guilty and concerned, the soul-calling Sanskrit chant would become more effective and he could control the person in almost an instant.

In addition, Leon also discovered that the Soul-Calling Mantra was also effective against beasts without intelligence. The problem was that there was no need to use the Soul-Calling Mantra to deal with beasts without intelligence. A pounce, a claw, and a bite would be enough. His sharp teeth and mouth were not to be trifled with.

After killing several groups of adventurers and showing strong fighting skills, and after Lyon occupied the forest, he settled down and stopped expanding his territory, so few people bothered Lyon... The orcs and earth elves would go out to plunder, fight and kill, but the problem was that the two of them could not make any waves outside.

Time flies, the sun and the moon pass by, and in the blink of an eye, Leon has grown from a baby dragon into a young dragon.

(End of this chapter)