Red Dragon Monster Hunter Template.

After listening, the blue dragon paused for a moment, seemingly lost in thought, before asking again:

"What kind of baby dragons are there, and how many are there?"

The two orcs exchanged a quick glance out of the corner of their eyes, a strange sense of foreboding rising within them.

The young orc was so nervous that he stammered and answered haltingly.

"No... I'm sorry, we only found traces of baby dragons, and we don't know the number or type."

"waste!"

A deep roar suddenly rang out, and silver lightning shot out instantly, striking the young orc and killing him instantly.

The blue dragon then turned its gaze to the middle-aged orc who was frozen in fear, and its deep roar echoed through the hall once more.

"Call your people and bring that young dragon back to me. Remember! I want it alive!"

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Thor shook his head and got up from the ground, only to find that the sun had already set and the cave was pitch black.

The strong liquor, enough to poison an elephant, only kept him asleep for half a day, without even a trace of hangover discomfort.

He glanced at the empty wine bottle lying to the side, flicked his long tail, and climbed out of the cave.

The starry sky in this world was far brighter than the one he had seen in his previous life, with countless stars twinkling overhead. It was said that each star was the kingdom of a deity.

It is unknown whether he will have the opportunity to elevate his divine kingdom into the astral realm in the future.

The process of ascending to godhood is full of hardships. Not only does he have to improve his own strength, but he also has to face the suppression of established gods. Even with the help of external forces, he is not 100% confident.

I wonder if those forbidden templates are actually effective. Is strength determined by the settings or by performance in the game?

If it's like in the game, where someone gets soloed by Azure Star and Lone Bird, that's really unlucky.

Thor shook his head, banishing these useless thoughts, lay down, curled up his tail, and wrapped himself into a red ball with his wings.

There are many ways for a true dragon to increase its strength, but the simplest and most direct way is through the natural growth of its body as time goes by and it ages.

As long as one can live as an ancient dragon, even without doing anything, one can become a demigod-like being.

However, although this method is simple and easy, it is still too slow. Some true dragons will actively train and meditate in pursuit of greater power.

Thor only recently managed to find the method of meditation in the Dragon Legacy.

As he emptied his mind, the entire dragon entered a trance-like state between sleep and wakefulness, and the magic within its body began to resonate with the magical elements in the outside world.

He sensed tiny red and brown specks of light, like iron filings attracted by a magnet, slowly approaching his body.

While meditation like this won't teach him new spells, it can increase the amount of magic power in his body, which in turn will enhance his physical strength and breathing ability.

When he is immersed in it, he feels that time flies by.

Several hours passed in a flash, and the sound of flapping wings suddenly woke him from his meditation.

Sistana and Kalp have returned from their hunting trip.

In three months, the two baby dragons have grown considerably, reaching about 3.6 meters in length, which is quite impressive for a red dragon of the same age.

Sistana, whose body was covered in tiny red scales, looked at Thor, who was almost one and a half times her length, and a deep envy flashed in her eyes.

She didn't understand why there was such a big difference between the two siblings, who were born to the same mother.

For an ordinary red dragon to grow to 5 meters long, it would probably need to be over 5 years old and have reached its juvenile stage.

This guy's growth rate is a whole age group ahead of ordinary red dragons.

She then glanced at Kalp beside her, subtly comparing the lengths from nose to tail, and found that she was longer, which immediately made her smug.

She raised her head high as if to show off, a live rabbit dangling from her fanged mouth, a faint smell of blood wafting towards Thor's nostrils.

Thor, who hadn't hunted yet that day, soon felt a slight hunger.

With just one glance, he knew what his foolish sister was up to. She had tasted the sweetness of exchanging food for dragon crystals before and wanted to continue exchanging them.

The next moment, he suddenly stretched out his claws, grabbed the rabbit that Sistana was holding, and snatched it away without any hesitation.

"Is this the prey you offer to your brother? Well done, great Thor acknowledges your loyalty."

Realizing what was happening, Sistana flew into a rage and leaped forward, trying to reclaim what was rightfully hers.

But the difference in size made all her resistance futile. After a few breaths, she was trampled under Thor's feet and could only watch helplessly as he devoured the prey she had finally caught.

"Let me go! You damned robber, you foolish villain, that's my rabbit, shut up!"

A loud roar continuously emanated from Sistana's mouth, which, combined with the notification of increased mental energy below Thor's line of sight, sounded exceptionally pleasant to the ear.

Robbers? Thugs? That's just a compliment to the Red Dragon.

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Orcs

Thor soared through the air, his wingspan of over 8 meters filling the air, making him look like a huge red bat.

One rabbit was simply not enough to satisfy his rapidly developing body, so after "persuading" his stupid sister through physical means, he began today's hunting operation.

He planned to try his luck again at the place where he had previously encountered the giant horned bull.

Although more than three months have passed, according to the habits of these creatures, they should have left long ago, but perhaps they will encounter a new herd of cattle?

Unfortunately, good luck did not come his way this time. After circling in the sky for more than an hour, he still came up empty-handed and had to settle for second best, catching an unlucky wild deer.

Not long after he finished eating and left, a small group of orcs emerged from the increasingly lush grass in the distance.

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After leaving the Blue Dragon's Blackrock Fortress, Braka didn't dare to delay for a moment and immediately returned to his tribe to convey the Blue Dragon's orders to his people.

Orcs, as hybrids of humans and orcs, have always been regarded as monsters and monstrosities by humans, and as weaklings by orcs who despise their impure bloodline.

This makes it difficult for them to gain a foothold in human civilization or orc tribes; only remote wilderness can become their refuge.

There is a small orc tribe on the Cachino Grassland, with a population of about 100.

Inheriting the robust physique of orcs, combined with human intelligence and thinking, all orcs, regardless of gender, can become qualified warriors once they reach adulthood.

In addition, they can also hold a variety of jobs.

Besides being born berserkers, some orcs are also able to become assassins due to their innate dark vision.

This is a race far superior to the boar people, yet even they need the protection of the strong to establish themselves in the wilderness.

Therefore, the entire orc tribe pledged allegiance to Kalendak Thelaris—the powerful blue dragon known as Stormfang—and grazed his flocks on the plains for him.

Upon receiving the Blue Dragon's order, almost all the warriors in the tribe were mobilized to search for the unknown young dragon.

The three orcs that emerged from the bushes at that moment were one of the squads.

They spotted the dark shadow circling in the sky from afar and quietly followed it.

As Thor was about to disappear into the distant horizon, the three orcs exchanged a few words and decided that two of them would stay behind to continue the pursuit, while the third would go back to report.

Thanks to the orcs' robust physique, these half-orcs can run continuously for several hours without rest. The two people responsible for tracking them will also leave marks along the way to guide the tribesmen who arrive later.

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Thor was unaware that he had two "little tails" following him. Having lived in this area for more than half a year, he was no longer as vigilant as he had been at the beginning.

At this time, the sky was beginning to lighten, and the clouds, illuminated by the yet-to-rise sun, displayed a unique color that gradually changed from purplish-black to orange-red.

Thor was no longer sleepy, so he picked up the sack of potatoes and flew with a whoosh toward the gentle slope where the boar people lived.

"It's already dawn! How long are you lazy pigs going to sleep? Get up now!!"

The loud roar carried far and wide, and Grok, who was fast asleep in the cave, was instantly jolted awake and sprang to his feet.

The old boar-man remembered who had given him the chance to live, and grabbed a thorny branch from the side, whipping it fiercely at his companion.

"Damn it! Get up! All of you, get up! Didn't you hear our master calling us?"

The supple branches covered with tiny thorns lashed against the tough pigskin, causing intense pain, though not serious injury.

In the blink of an eye, a series of pitiful howls echoed through the cave.

Seeing the wild boars around him scrambling to their feet, Grok turned and rushed into another cave.

Before long, he herded all the boarmen to Thor like a sheepdog driving sheep, and they all knelt down before him.

“Great master, all your loyal servants are here. What are your orders?”

Thor looked at the old boar-man. The guy was shrewd and clever, a proper "lackey".

However, this alone is not enough to make him value it.

He looked up at the boar-man in front of him and growled:

"I've found you new crops, you lazy pigs! Get moving and cultivate more farmland for me."

After nearly half a year of living together, these boar-men had figured out Thor's temperament and dared not resist in the slightest. They all climbed back into their burrows, picked up their tools, and headed to the location he designated.

Potatoes are planted in slightly different ways than corn; they require high ridges and sufficient potassium fertilizer.

Therefore, after Saul had the boar people clear the land, he also had them collect a large amount of weeds, burn them into ashes, and scatter them on the ground.

Only after doing all this were they allowed to cut open the bag of potatoes, leaving the sprouts intact, coat the wounds with wood ash, and then bury them in the soil at intervals.

Thanks to previous experience in growing corn, the whole process didn't take too long.

Although the wild boar-men are not very intelligent, they are tough, thick-skinned, and have great endurance, making them more useful for farm work than black slaves.

At the same time, precisely because of their low intelligence, as long as these boar-men are fed, their loyalty and gratitude can be easily won.

The day passed quickly, and when Thor returned to the cave, he ran into Sistana and Kalp, who were preparing to go out hunting.

The two baby dragons glanced at Thor warily, secretly resolving in their hearts: this time they must finish eating their prey before returning.

But then they saw Thor reach out his claws, rummage through the folds of his wings, and pull out a glittering dragon crystal fragment between his fingertips, which he then waved at them.

A hazy glow shimmered on the enchanting magic crystal, instantly captivating Sistana and Kalp's attention, prompting them to take a half-step forward and ask a question.

"My dear brother, are you planning to trade this insignificant shard of magic crystal for the delicious prey we brought back?"

"Leave it to me! I'll definitely bring you back some delicious food!"

Thor stared at the two eager young dragons, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

"Guess!"

The moment those three words were uttered, the expressions on Sistana and Calp's faces became unpredictable.

What if you bring back prey, but this wretched fellow refuses to trade and instead tries to violently seize it?

But if I don't bring it back, I'll miss out on a possible magic crystal shard, and I'll regret it so much later that I can't breathe.

It was as if two little figures were locked in a fierce battle in their minds, plunging them into a frantic struggle, and soon they felt intense anger toward Thor.

"That damn guy!"

"When I grow up, I'm going to get my revenge!"

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Night Raid

Night had fallen, and in the deep ravine formed by the overlapping of two low hills, a large number of orcs were quietly gathering.

Their grey-green faces showed no superfluous expression as they silently arranged their various equipment and weapons—long ropes with iron hooks, giant nets woven from tough cow sinew, blunt-tipped javelins, longbows, and heavy arrows—clearly, they had made thorough preparations long ago.

Anything involving dragons is always fraught with danger, let alone capturing several red dragons alive. Even if they are just young dragons, their destructive power should not be underestimated.

When all the orcs had arrived, an orc wearing simple leather armor stepped forward.

He was exceptionally tall, with a ruddy complexion on his grayish-green face. He took the lead and set off with the team toward the low hill not far away.

Moments later, they had approached the cave on the hilltop.

The tall, muscular orc leader gave a gesture, and immediately four orcs pulled open a huge ox-tendon net; three of the strongest orcs stepped forward and followed closely behind, heading deeper into the cave together.

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