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The blood blisters in his throat and mouth, caused by the burning, burst open at that moment, giving Saul a slightly metallic taste.

He suddenly roared to the sky and then pounced on the three centaurs who had not yet recovered.

"You two idiots, what are you waiting for?!"

By this time, the fur on the three centaurs had been completely burned off, making it impossible to distinguish their original color. Their bodies were covered with numerous blisters and red, ulcerated skin.

If they weren't magical beings with a certain level of magical resistance, they would probably be lying on the ground by now.

Even so, the excruciating pain that permeated their entire bodies almost completely shattered their will to fight. Seeing Thor charging towards them, they could only hastily draw their scimitars to meet the attack.

Ignoring the blades slashing from both sides, Thor moved swiftly, circling to the side of the centaur wielding the spear, and swung his forelimb to scratch its abdomen.

The sharp claws easily pierced the tough belly of the horse, leaving several bloody, twisted wounds that almost exposed its internal organs.

The other two centaur scimitars also struck Thor's back heavily. Sparks flew, large sections of his wing membrane were torn apart, and two wing bones broke on the spot, drooping limply.

The excruciating pain did not deter Thor; instead, it completely ignited the ferocity within him.

He twisted to dodge the centaur's spear thrusting down from above, then swung his claws at its abdomen.

This almost tore open the other person's entire abdomen, and some intestines spilled out.

Just then, two bright lights appeared in the distance, accompanied by arrogant shouts.

"I am the Queen of Flames! I will burn you all to ashes!"

"You maggots with hooves, feel the destruction brought by the flames!"

Rolling waves of flame erupted from the mouths of the two fledgling dragons. Although smaller in scale than Thor's, they were still quite powerful.

The three centaurs, along with Thor, were all engulfed in rolling flames.

However, compared to the centaur's screams, Thor only felt a slight burning pain, which did not affect his continued attack.

With the arrival of Sistana and Calp, the outcome of the battle was already decided.

Before long, three centaur corpses with their bellies ripped open appeared on the ground.

The intense battle, coupled with his wounds, left Thor feeling somewhat exhausted after he stopped.

He glanced at Sistana and Kalp, who were also grimacing and licking the blood off their bodies, and a hint of barely perceptible approval flashed in his eyes.

Although these two guys are stupid and irritable, at least they dare to face danger. If it were the cunning green dragon, it would probably have fled without a fight.

After his breathing calmed down a bit, Thor immediately called to the two baby dragons, who picked up a centaur carcass and dragged it toward the location of the giant barrel.

On his way back, he glanced at the notification that appeared below his vision and was surprised to find that his mental energy essence had increased by nearly 6 points.

These were clearly brought about by the three centaurs, with the three increases of a little over 1 being particularly noticeable.

Looking back at that time, it seems to be exactly the moment they died. Is it possible that the emotions emitted by living beings are particularly strong before they die?

These speculations were fleeting and were quickly forgotten by Thor.

Now is not the time to think about these things. The fires from the previous battle have likely already attracted the attention of the centaur forces. We must act quickly.

Before long, they dragged the centaur's corpse to the vicinity of the large exploding barrel.

Thor placed the over 1000-pound corpse directly on top of the large explosive barrel disguised as a pile of rubble, then pulled a tough horse tendon from the horse's hoof and tied it tightly to the trigger device on top of the barrel.

Everything was ready; they were just waiting for the centaurs to arrive to collect the bodies of their companions—and for their own.

Chapter Sixteen Explosion

The withered weeds were ignited by the dragon's breath. Even though the battle had long ended, the flames continued to burn incessantly in the wilderness, and with the night wind blowing, they seemed poised to spread in all directions.

As Lunaris gazed at the distant flames soaring into the sky, a sudden sense of unease welled up within him.

He waved to his personal guards, and a ginger-yellow centaur immediately pulled a horn from its back and blew it loudly.

The powerful horn sound echoed far and wide across the wilderness, and the centaur rangers who heard the signal immediately gathered in the direction from which the sound came.

The centaurs who had gone out began to return one after another, but as time went by, the squad that had been sent in the direction of the firelight was nowhere to be seen, and Lunaris's mood sank to the bottom.

Would three red whelps be able to defeat three centaur rangers? Logically speaking, that should be absolutely impossible.

Their breathing organs are not yet mature, and their magic has not yet awakened. Apart from their relatively strong physical attributes, they are no different from ordinary wild beasts.

Those well-trained centaur warriors were all strong and powerful, with rich combat experience. Equipped with sharp spears, blades, longbows, and heavy arrows, they should not have been the defeated side no matter how you looked at it.

It seems something unexpected must have happened.

Lunaris waited no longer and, with his already assembled force, raced toward the direction from which the firelight was coming.

The hard iron hooves pounded heavily on the earth, making thunderous footsteps, and dust rose into the air, like a rolling yellow dragon of smoke.

The centaurs charging at high speed are incredibly fast, reaching speeds of nearly 70 kilometers per hour, which translates to about 20 meters per second.

The flames grew larger and larger before their eyes, and soon, even the ground beneath their feet was wreathed in flames.

The intense heat did nothing to stop the centaurs. They trod on the crimson sparks and soon arrived at the site of Thor's battle with the centaurs, where they immediately saw the two corpses on the ground.

The once valiant centaur warriors are now unrecognizable, their bodies charred black and covered with bite marks and scratches.

The flesh and fat sizzled under the flames, emitting a strange odor mixed with the smell of burning and meat due to the Maillard reaction.

"vomit!!"

"Damn beast!"

"We absolutely cannot let those three reptiles get away!"

After a brief silence, a cacophony of roars erupted from the centaur ranks, with some centaurs even experiencing a nausea.

Lunaris gritted his teeth as well, his bloodshot eyes flashing with a sharp light as he carefully scanned his surroundings.

There are only two centaur corpses here; one is missing, most likely dragged away by the red whelps as food.

It's important to know that a centaur weighing nearly half a ton is not light, and dragging it away would definitely leave obvious marks on the ground.

Sure enough, they soon found a drag mark on the ground not far away. After taking a few steps forward and crossing the area burned by the wildfire, they could see large patches of tall grass lying down, with bloodstains on the grass blades.

"A few of you stay behind to collect the soldiers' bodies, the rest of you follow me!"

At a command, the thunderous sound of hooves echoed across the wilderness once more, and the group quickly pursued the direction Thor and his men had left in.

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From afar, Thor heard the thunderous sound of hooves echoing across the land. He looked up at the dark wilderness and grinned coldly.

He called to Sistana and Kalp, then turned and darted away, skimming the ground.

This time he didn't run too far. He stopped in a dense patch of grass a thousand meters away and began to wait patiently.

The powerful dark vision allowed the young dragons to see clearly in the dark. In the distance, a group of faint black dots first appeared, and then gradually expanded into the shape of centaurs.

The centaur carcass covered by the large exploding barrel stood out conspicuously in the desolate wilderness. Lunaris and his companions, who had followed the trail, spotted their former comrade almost immediately.

Like the previous two corpses, this centaur corpse was also covered with charred marks and claw wounds, with blood seeping from the wounds, almost soaking the small pile of rubble beneath it.

To the centaurs' surprise, the red dragon hatchlings did not devour their companions. Was it because they were short of time, or were they performing some kind of strange ritual?

A group of centaurs surrounded the corpse, standing in a loose semicircle, their eyes constantly scanning the surroundings, but they still couldn't spot the few baby dragons.

It seems that the red reptiles heard the footsteps and fled in advance.

The darkness not only blocked the falcon's vision but also concealed the subtle traces left by the fledglings; otherwise, the centaurs would not have scattered their ranks, giving Thor and his men an opportunity.

Where did those dragon cubs go?

"Damn coward, a crawling worm that only knows how to hide!"

"Once I catch them, I must..."

Roars rose and fell from the centaurs, some of them even raising their forelegs in frustration and stomping heavily on the ground.

Lunaris was equally filled with rage, but he managed to maintain a basic level of composure. He beckoned, and two centaurs stepped out from the ranks, intending to collect their companion's corpse first.

They stretched out their strong arms, grabbed the sides of the centaur carcass, their muscles bulging slightly, and lifted the approximately 1000-pound object.

However, they did not notice that a tendon torn from a horse's hoof was buried deep in the rubble below. As the body was pulled up, the tendon gradually lengthened, making a crisp "snap!" sound.

The trigger device at the top of the large explosive barrel was activated, and the flints inside collided with each other, instantly igniting the gunpowder.

Lunaris felt a sudden surge of intense crisis rising from the depths of his heart, and the hairs on his body stood on end, as if he were facing a fire demon in the abyss.

He opened his mouth as if to roar and warn his companions ahead to be careful, but faster than the sound was the rapidly expanding pile of rubble in front of him.

A tiny spark suddenly appeared, followed by a blinding burst of light. A deafening roar seemed to fill the entire world, and intense pain coursed through my entire body.

A massive fireball exploded in mid-air, and the terrifying shockwave sent the centaurs surrounding it flying.

Even more terrifying, the rubble and needle-fruit seeds stuck to the surface of the exploding barrels transformed into high-speed flying blades under the thrust of the explosion, mercilessly ravaging the centaur's flesh and blood.

All of this happened so suddenly. Who could have imagined that three baby dragons could get their hands on such a terrifying bomb?

In this world of swords and magic, gunpowder is generally only found in the hands of the Gif, dwarves, gnomes, and goblins.

…………

Lunaris was undoubtedly lucky; firstly, he was far enough away that the shards of rock that were aimed at him were almost all blocked by his companions in front of him.

Secondly, his strength is sufficient. With a challenge level of twelve, he has already reached the threshold of a high-level professional. His well-trained body is as tough as steel, and the magic flowing in his blood forms another layer of protection.

Even so, he still felt a sharp pain in one side of his face, and several gruesome bloody holes appeared on his lower body.

As the ringing in his ears from the explosion gradually subsided, a series of piercing cries reached his ears.

Looking around, all that could be seen was desolation; severed limbs were scattered haphazardly all around, and blood almost soaked the ground beneath one's feet.

Almost none of the centaurs who came with him were unharmed; they were all clutching their wounds and howling in pain, and some were lying motionless on the ground, long since lifeless.

Chapter Seventeen: Remember My Name!

In the distance, a huge fireball suddenly appeared, followed by a thunderous roar. The ball of flames surged and rose into the sky, eventually transforming into a spectacular mushroom cloud.

Sistana and Culp shuddered in shock at the earth-shattering explosion, immediately drawing a disdainful look from Thor.

As he gazed at the orange-red flames gradually disappearing into the darkness, the cold smile that had been playing on his lips became even more pronounced.

Ignoring his two foolish and cowardly younger siblings, Thor stepped out of the bushes where he was hiding and headed straight for the direction of the explosion.

As the distance closed, the horrific scenes of the centaurs became clearly visible to Thor.

The air was filled with a mixture of blood and burnt smells, and he couldn't help but take a deep breath, finding the smell unusually sweet.

His undisguised footsteps instantly drew the attention of the remaining centaurs, who all turned their angry and hateful gazes toward Thor.

Illuminated by the firelight from the burning grass around them, the three-meter-long fledgling dragon swaggered to a spot less than a hundred meters away and then squatted down on the spot.

"How does it feel to fly, you hoofed bastards? Isn't it incredibly wonderful?"

Thor's casual yet sarcastic words ignited the centaurs' fury. They roared and tried to get up, but every movement aggravated their wounds, causing them excruciating pain.

"Damn crawler, did you do this?!"

"I'm going to kill you!!"

The few centaurs with minor injuries had barely moved their feet when the cunning young dragon, like a startled wildcat, darted backward, leaving only its sharp, high-pitched cry faintly in the distance.

"Are you sure you want to abandon your injured comrade and keep chasing me?"

"I have two brothers, aren't you afraid they might take the opportunity to do something bad?"

The sound, like the hiss of a venomous snake, froze the centaurs in place. They looked around the desolate wilderness with a sense of dread, feeling as if a ferocious dragon might be lurking in every shadowy spot.

Lunaris never expected that, despite having defeated the young red dragon, he would ultimately fall victim to her offspring.

Where did this guy get the bomb from? That ball of flame, over 10 meters in diameter, was even more powerful than a large fireball spell, not to mention those insidious boulders.

Torn between resentment and anger, Lunaris forced himself to rise from the ground, grabbed the longbow on his back, and nocked a blood-stained arrow.

His remaining right eye was somewhat blurry in the dark, but his keen intuition, honed over a long period of training, allowed him to quickly pinpoint the direction of the red hatchling by sound.

The magic flowing through his body gradually gathered in his palm and onto the longbow in his hand. As the bowstring was drawn, the arrow began to shine with a dazzling white light.