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A small group of wild boar-men lives at the foot of the mountain. Let's go conquer them together!

Upon hearing this, Sistana and Kalp immediately forgot their anger at being beaten.

The instincts surging in their blood make them enthusiastic about all acts of conquest.

"Roar! The boar-man tribe? They will become the first retinue of the Flame Queen!"

"Will there be treasure? I must be the first to choose!"

Thor, as always, looked at his two foolish younger siblings with disdain. His much larger frame cast a large shadow as he stared into their eyes and said:

"Whether it's family or treasure, it's all mine! Mine! Understand?"

"You two weak fools, I could crush you with one paw. You don't deserve these things at all!"

Sistana and Calp naturally disagreed, but when Thor's iron fist came crashing down, they realized they had no right to refute it.

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After giving his unruly younger siblings a brief scolding, just in case, Thor focused his attention back on the giant spinning wheel in his mind, lightly tapping the small square representing burning coal.

A bit of spiritual essence was consumed, and ripples like water appeared in the air. A piece of pitch-black coal reappeared out of thin air.

Just like when he dealt with the centaurs, he grabbed some burning coals from the ground and started gnawing on them.

The fine coal dust fell into his stomach and was digested by his stomach, which was like a high-temperature furnace. Soon, Thor felt as if he had drunk a lot of strong liquor and began to feel hot all over.

He tossed the remaining half to Sistana and Kalp, and without being told, the two young dragons began to eat it on their own.

Once their bodies were fully charged, the three fledgling dragons flapped their wings and took to the air, like a small patch of orange-red sunset clouds, flying towards the gentle slope where the boar-man was located.

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Dusk is the most pleasant time of day for the wild boar people.

They will gather the plant fruits and tubers they collect in the wild during the day, the crustaceans and worms they dig up from the riverbank mudflats, and the prey they capture, and make it into their only meal of the day.

Following the law of the jungle, the tallest and strongest male boar-man in the tribe has priority in eating.

Next came the young females, the immature cubs, and finally the elderly boar-men.

Grok the Fangs huddled in a corner, silently watching his tribesmen eat heartily, hoping only to leave himself some scraps.

It is over forty years old this year, which is quite old for a boarman.

The harsh environment of the wilderness, coupled with the hidden injuries left from battles in its youth, made it look much older than its actual age.

The once needle-like mane has turned gray, the tough skin has lost its elasticity, and the fat has gradually disappeared, leaving it loosely wrapped around the body like a tattered leather bag.

It felt it was unlikely to survive the winter.

Its declining physical condition has made it unable to find enough food when it goes out recently, so much so that the way its fellow animals look at it has changed from initial disdain to disgust.

In the wilderness, every resource is precious, and no one would waste resources on a useless person who cannot contribute to the tribe. When necessary, waste will even be "recycled and reused".

When the snow falls and food becomes even scarcer, I might die. Maybe I won't even live to see that day.

In Grok's memory, it was the longest-lived boar-man.

But it still didn't want to die, not at all. As long as there was a sliver of hope to live, it would never give up.

However, the cruel reality, the harsh environment, and the indifferent companions left it with no hope of survival, and it could only pray in its heart:

"Great Father of Fangs and Mother of Ironfur! I beg you to show mercy and allow me to continue living!"

As if it had heard its devout call, three orange-red fiery clouds appeared in the darkening sky and were rushing towards this direction.

Chapter Twenty: Submission (Part 1)

"Wuhu! Charge! Charge! Charge!"

"Burn all those filthy pigs to ashes!"

The immense heat released as the burning coals were digested caused the blood in the three fledgling dragons to boil, and Sistana and Kalp couldn't contain themselves and let out excited shouts.

Like three blazing red clouds, they crashed straight into the campfire surrounded by the boar-men. The powerful impact of their landing sent countless unburnt pieces of wood flying everywhere like fireworks.

Several boar-men who couldn't dodge in time were hit by sparks, their thick manes instantly ignited, and they immediately let out terrified screams.

More boar-men suddenly leaped to their feet, frantically trying to dodge in all directions.

The few boar-man berserkers that Thor had been focusing on grabbed weapons from the side, their small eyes flashing with ferocity, and let out rough roars at the exploding fire.

Thor shook off the embers that clung to his body, raised his thick neck, and scanned the boarmen around him.

The head of a baby dragon is round and plump, and the horns and thorns on its head have not yet formed, so it should be somewhat cute.

However, the burning coals he had swallowed earlier were now releasing a large amount of heat, causing the air around him to distort and scorching hot breath to constantly escape from his nostrils and mouth.

As he roared to the sky, some undigested coal dust was also expelled, which ignited instantly upon contact with the air, turning into billowing flames.

"You filthy and foolish pigs, why do you not kneel before the great dragon!"

"Your Majesty!"

"Kneel down now!"

Sistana and Culp roared in support from the sidelines.

The ordinary boar-men seemed to be intimidated by their fierce aura and involuntarily retreated.

But when those boar-man berserkers, who were nearly 2.5 meters tall, heard such insulting words, they were instantly enraged, their blood rushed to their heads, their eyes became bloodshot, and their skin gradually turned red due to the congestion.

They raised their thick bone clubs and wooden sticks, and instead of retreating, they moved forward.

“Three dragon cubs that are not yet adults have no right to order Luger around.”

"I'm going to capture you all and boil you in a pot!"

Thor glanced quickly at the boar-man berserker standing at the front, took a deep breath, and exhaled.

The accumulated heat in the body, the undigested coal dust, and the magic power gathered from the blood vessels all turned into flames and spewed out.

The breath it exhaled was initially just a thin wisp, but it grew with the wind, and in the blink of an eye it became a large area with a diameter of three or four meters.

A massive wave of flames engulfed the boar-man berserkers, and the lead one was swallowed up by the flames before it could even dodge.

Its mane burned to charcoal in less than a breath, its thick pigskin sizzled, and its fat melted, seeping from the bursting blood bubbles.

As Thor shook his head, his breath, which was more than ten meters long, drew a long wall of fire on the ground.

The other boar-man berserkers who were following behind and planning to charge hurriedly stopped, but two of them couldn't stop and rushed into the fire, letting out a shrill scream, and rolled wildly on the ground.

Even though the pain is greatly reduced after going berserk, the pain of being burned by flames all over the body is something that ordinary creatures cannot endure.

Moreover, their thick fur and abundant fat are like natural candles; once lit, they are very difficult to extinguish.

When a wave of weakness washed over him, as if his body had been drained of all its energy, Thor immediately stopped exhaling.

Looking at the scene he had created, the dragon blood within him began to boil, and a pleased smile involuntarily appeared on his lips.

To the other boar-men, this appearance was nothing short of grotesque and terrifying.

Some of the boarmen screamed in fright and turned to run away; some boarmen warriors who had already gripped their weapons hesitated and dared not step forward.

Just then, a seemingly inconspicuous boar-man suddenly roared:

"Cover yourselves in mud, then you won't be afraid of the dragon cub's fire!"

There are actually boar-men with such quick reflexes?

Thor's gaze sharpened, and he turned to look at the boar-man who had spoken.

The next moment, his limbs suddenly pushed off the ground, his large wings spread out, and he suddenly took off into the air.

The distance of several dozen meters was covered in a flash. After arriving above the boar-man who had made the sound, it folded its outstretched wings back and swooped down fiercely with its entire body carrying the momentum of its descent.

The forelimbs, covered in scarlet scales, pressed down on the boar-man's raised wooden stick, and with a crisp snap, the stick landed firmly on its shoulder.

Before the boar-man could react, it kicked down with its hind legs, stretched out its flexible neck, and bit down on its throat.

With a tearing sound, the tough boar skin on the boar-man's chest and abdomen was ripped open by the sharp dragon claws, leaving it ripped open; the hard dragon teeth pierced through the muscles and embedded themselves deep in the spine, then twisted forcefully.

The whole process took only a few breaths, and the boar-man who made the sound died in the dragon's mouth.

Thor slowly raised his head from the corpse, his ferocious vertical pupils scanning his surroundings, and let out a furious roar to the sky:

"Kneel down, all of you! Prepare to welcome your new master! All who dare to resist will be reduced to ashes in this blazing fire!!"

"Roar! Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"Kill them all!!"

Seeing this, Sistana and Calp felt their blood boiling and couldn't help but want to take Thor's place.

At Thor's command, the two young dragons pounced like wild dogs, indiscriminately attacking the boar-men around them.

Those exceptionally large boar-man berserkers were given special "attention," and as soon as they got close, they would immediately unleash a breath of dragon fire.

Fueled by the burning coals, their dragon breath reached temperatures of over a thousand degrees Celsius, which a thin layer of mud could not withstand. All the boarmen engulfed in flames collapsed in agony.

Although the young dragon's body was not fully developed, it could only exhale this one breath of scorching dragon breath with the help of external objects.

Even just this one bite is enough.

When the strongest few boar-man berserkers fell, flames shot into the sky, and the remaining boar-men were all terrified by the terrifying power, only able to flee in panic, daring not to resist.

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Grok huddled in the mud, watching the three red dragons rampage and kill him, trembling with fear.

In his youth, he was a powerful warrior who dared to fight against ferocious dire wolves.

However, as people age and their bodies weaken, all their energy and spirit have long since vanished along with their once strong muscles, leaving only a strong will to survive.

Suddenly, he recalled the words the largest red dragon had repeatedly mentioned—kneel down and pledge allegiance to him—and reacted instantly.

“Great Red Dragon, please calm your anger for now. I, Grok, offer you all my loyalty in exchange for your mercy.”

Chapter Twenty-One: Submission

Thor stopped his attack; his fangs and claws were already soaked in the boarman's blood, the crimson stain standing out starkly in his vision.

He looked at the boar-man lying on the ground, almost kneeling. Its gray hair was messy and its loose skin drooped. Combined with its thin body, it looked like an old man.

But its shout was like a thunderclap, instantly waking the other boar-men from their daze. Those originally dull-witted heads finally came to their senses and all made a gesture of submission.

Seeing this, Thor also let out a loud roar, signaling Sistana and Calp to stop their claws.

But the two fledgling dragons, caught up in the frenzy of their battle, had their minds clouded by bloodlust. They only stopped when they received a heavy blow to the forehead.

"Damn Thor, what are you doing?"

"Why should we be stopped?"

Thor grabbed Sistana and Kalp by the neck, his slightly outstretched wings casting large, dark shadows in the firelight, and spoke slowly and deliberately.

“These boar-men have submitted to me and are now my property. Do you want to damage what belongs to me?”

An intense sense of oppression washed over them, and Sistana and Kalp dared not resist in the slightest. They could only shrink their heads and dare not utter another sound.

Thor tossed the two baby dragons aside, raised his nimble and thick neck high, held his head straight, and began to scan the entire area with his pale golden eyes.

The blood mixed with the mud on the ground, congealing into a deep blackish-red color.

More than half of the boarmen lay on the ground, most of them adult males, and the vast majority of them were already dead.

The remaining boarmen cowered and lay prone in the mud, burying their heads deep in the ground, not even daring to look Thor in the eye.

Then, he turned his gaze to the old boar-man who had submitted first, casually pointed with his paw, and roared in a loud voice.

"From now on, you are the leader of this group of boar-men. Now, clear the area around you and gather all the members."

I'll be back at this time tomorrow. I hope you won't even think about running away, otherwise...

As soon as he finished speaking, Thor seemed to have a defiant look on his lips as he spat out wisps of fire. Then, with a flap of his wings, he disappeared into the night with Sistana and Calp.