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Thor, who was fast asleep, suddenly opened his eyes and raised his head from the smooth cobblestone platform. His keen hearing caught the sound of approaching footsteps, which were particularly clear in the silence.

Only when a true dragon transcends age and enters its deepest sleep can it be killed by an assassin who sneaks in while it is asleep.

Even so, once attacked, they would wake up immediately and launch a frantic counterattack.

On ordinary days, they are like alert wildcats, their bellies and paws pressed against the ground, able to accurately sense the slightest vibrations from the earth.

“What’s coming? Quite a few of them. Are they boar-men? No! These cowards wouldn’t dare step into the cave without my permission.”

A jumble of thoughts flashed through his mind, and in an instant, Thor reacted.

He raised his head and took a deep breath, his chest and abdomen bulging up like a balloon, his whole body lifting off the ground.

The oil accumulated in his unique glandular organs flowed back down his esophagus into his throat. After being heated at high temperatures, it mixed with the inhaled air and turned into thick smoke that billowed out from the corners of his open mouth.

The air inside the cave was already stagnant, and the thick smoke quickly filled the entire space, swirling and spreading towards the cave entrance.

The orcs who had just entered the cave were immediately engulfed by a thick cloud of smoke, their vision blurred and they could see nothing clearly.

Just then, a spark suddenly appeared.

The gas frog is named "gas frog" rather than "poison gas frog" or "smoke frog" because the gas it emits is explosive.

After the oil in his glandular organs had evaporated into flammable smoke that filled the entire cave, Thor immediately exhaled a scorching dragon breath.

"boom--"

A deafening explosion rang out, and the entire hilltop seemed to tremble.

The relatively sealed cave was like the barrel of a cannon at this moment. The gunpowder was ignited, and a huge tongue of fire, more than ten meters long, spewed out from the cave entrance.

The orcs who had just stepped into the cave were instantly blasted away by the massive wave of flames. Their skin was burned and covered in blisters, and their hair was burned off completely.

The orcs waiting outside the cave were not spared either; swept by the firestorm, they all tumbled and rolled like gourds.

Thor was also propelled by the enormous impact, his back slamming heavily against the cave wall.

But the dragon's powerful physique only caused him a dull ache. The swirling flames were nothing more than a gentle breeze to him, having no effect whatsoever.

Sistana and Kalp, who were fast asleep, were also thrown by the impact and crashed into the stone wall next to Thor.

They were sound asleep and completely unprepared when the excruciating pain jolted them awake, causing them to let out a bewildered roar.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

"Damn it! How did I get airborne?"

Thor glanced at the two dragon-losing guys and roared with a hint of disappointment.

"You two idiots! The enemy has already reached the cave entrance, and you still don't know what's going on! It's unbelievable that I'm related to you guys who are even worse than boar-men."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly flapped his broad wings, and a gust of wind swept out, dispersing the smoke and dust that filled the cave.

Then, focusing his attention on the spinning wheel in his mind, he pressed hard on one of the squares, grabbed the burning charcoal that appeared, and quickly began to gnaw on it.

Sistana and Kalp, their minds still hazy from the impact, finally snapped awake. They jolted awake, raised their heads, arched their backs, and searched around for the so-called enemy.

Before they could even make a discovery, the 5-kilogram piece of burning coal had already fallen into Thor's stomach.

The stomach and intestines, like a high-temperature furnace, rapidly digested these high-energy polymers, releasing a continuous stream of heat.

The crimson scales on his body shone brightly like burning flames under the heat, and writhing tongues of fire began to emerge from the corners of his mouth.

The air around him, distorted by the intense heat, made Thor's figure appear somewhat blurry. He pushed off with all his might and charged straight towards the cave entrance.

Several orcs who were less seriously injured heard footsteps coming from inside the cave. They quickly got up from the ground, spread out huge ox-tendon nets, and blocked the cave entrance.

This giant net, woven from the tendons, hide, and plant fibers of the Great Horned Bull, possesses exceptional resilience. Even a mammoth, renowned for its strength, would find it difficult to escape once caught in it.

As soon as Thor rushed to the cave entrance, he was met with a large net covering him. Before he could even spread his wings, he was slammed to the ground.

He struggled to swing his claws, biting the mesh and tearing at it, only to find that it was incredibly tough and he couldn't tear it with his current strength.

If an ordinary fledgling dragon were caught in this net, it would probably be helpless to escape.

But he was different; he was a red dragon—the most powerful and tyrannical of all dragons.

The burning coals he had just ingested were ground into dust by his powerful gizzard and bone plates, mixed with the magic power gathered from his basal blood vessels, and surged into his upper stomach, turning into a deep breath that Thor exhaled.

The orange-red flames started as a single wisp, but in an instant, they swelled in the wind and transformed into a wave of flames over ten meters long.

As Thor's head swung, terrifying flames instantly engulfed the space within a radius of several dozen meters.

The four orcs holding the large net, seeing the raging fire approaching, dared not linger and scrambled away into the distance.

When Thor's breath ended, the ignited coal dust did not immediately go out, but continued to burn on the ground, turning the ground around the cave entrance into a sea of ​​fire.

Even the toughest beef tendon and plant fiber cannot withstand the scorching heat of thousands of degrees.

The giant net hanging on Thor didn't require him to pull it anymore; it snapped and fell off with a series of cracks in front of the shocked gazes of the surrounding orcs.

The ferocious red dragon, bathed in raging flames, proudly raised its head, its outstretched wings casting a vast shadow of death, and began to roar.

"You lowly maggots, how dare you trespass into my territory! Let the flames burn you all to ashes!"

Chapter Thirty: The Battle

The burning firelight illuminated almost half the mountaintop, casting shifting shadows on the faces of the surrounding orcs.

They couldn't understand it at all. It was just a fledgling dragon. Even the most powerful red fledgling dragon could not possibly have such a terrifying breath.

Look at that pillar of fire stretching for more than ten meters. Even some young red dragons could only exhale such a powerful and sustained fire.

But the orcs did not back down. The warriors who had been thrown back by the shockwave had now surrounded them again, shouting rough war songs as they slowly approached.

Thor slightly turned his head. The vertical pupils on both sides gave the dragon an extremely wide field of vision. Except for a small area behind him, he could see almost a 300-degree range around him.

A rough count revealed that there were more than 20 orcs surrounding them, and the leaders were already experiencing a surge of blood and their skin was slightly red, which were obvious signs of berserk behavior.

Unlike the boar-men, these guys also wielded sophisticated weapons; sharp spears and broadswords gleamed with a chilling light in the firelight, enough to pierce the defenses of a fledgling dragon's scales.

'Where did these damned guys come from? I have to find a way to get out of here first.'

The previous breath attack had already caused Thor to feel a burning pain in his esophagus, and his magic power was slightly depleted. He estimated that he could only exhale one more breath.

He stared silently at the long ropes hanging from the hands of the orcs, the gleaming iron hooks on them posing the greatest threat to him.

The next instant, before the orcs could get close enough, he suddenly spun around and swung his long tail.

Its long tail swept across the ground like an iron chain, kicking up large amounts of mud, sand, and still-burning coals, heading straight for the faces of the orcs.

Taking advantage of this momentary cover, he pushed off the ground with his powerful limbs, and his unusually large wings folded into a three-fold shape, tightly retracting to his sides like a thick shield, and charged straight at one of the orcs holding a long rope.

Even with its head and tail removed, the 5-meter-long fledgling dragon is still the size of a robust foal.

The orc blocking Thor's path seemed to see a ball of flame hurtling towards him; he only had time to let out a roar before being knocked to the ground.

When his exposed skin touched the red dragon's scales, he felt a sharp burning pain. He raised his head to resist, but a hideous maw descended from the sky.

Thor bit down on the orc's head, his powerful jaw muscles clenching his hard dragon teeth into the skull with ease, as if he were crushing a crumbly biscuit.

He swallowed the flesh and blood that flooded his mouth, then suddenly spread his wings, which had been folded at his sides, and knocked away two incoming grappling hooks.

But two orcs seized the opportunity to step forward, holding their spears horizontally, and using the momentum of their charge, thrust them straight into his abdomen.

Although the blue dragon's order was to capture them alive, given the true dragon's formidable vitality, as long as its heart and brain remain intact, even a pierced chest and abdomen would not be fatal.

The still-tender dragon scales were pierced by the sharp spearhead, and Thor felt a strong stinging pain on both sides of his abdomen. He suddenly swung his outstretched wings down with force.

With a wingspan exceeding 8 meters, the wingspan produced a muffled "bang!" as it flapped its wings vigorously, instantly generating a powerful lift that propelled its body high into the air.

The two spears that had already pierced his skin were thus deflected, leaving only two long bloody marks on either side of his abdomen.

Just as Thor was about to take off, a tall orc figure suddenly rushed out from the ground below, using the momentum of the charge to leap up and actually arrive above him first.

"Get down!"

In the firelight, Thor could see that it was an orc wielding a long sword, its exposed skin a deep red, covered with burst blisters, and its eyes glowing a bloodshot red.

Faced with the blade slashing down on him, even he dared not take it head-on. He quickly twisted his flexible neck and retracted his outstretched wings, dodging the blade but inevitably falling back to the ground.

The moment he landed, he suddenly lowered his body so that his belly was pressed against the ground, then spun around again and whipped his thick, long tail out like an iron chain.

The two orcs wielding spears were unable to dodge in time, and their legs were struck hard by the tails. With a crisp cracking sound, their entire bodies flew backward.

"There are quite a few damn bastards, but at least I'm not all alone."

The roars of Sistana and Kalp, along with hurried footsteps, could be heard from not far away.

Two fledgling dragons burst out of the cave and pounced on the nearest orc, tearing at him with ferocious bites.

Facing the orcs surrounding him, Thor took another deep breath.

The blood vessels in the body frantically squeezed every last bit of magic power from the body, and together with the heat and dust released by the burning coal, they rushed into the upper stomach.

In the blink of an eye, his chest swelled up, his already thick neck expanded like a balloon, and a burning flame began to flicker at the corners of his open mouth.

The tall orc who landed right after him immediately realized something was wrong and roared to the sky.

"Watch out for dragon's breath! Get back!"

Instead of retreating, he advanced, thrusting the round shield in his left hand forward and smashing it hard into Thor's head.

However, he was a step too slow. In the next instant, the orange-red flames shot out like a high-pressure water gun, continuously impacting the round shield in his left hand.

The flames were blocked and spread outwards along the surface of the shield, mixed with fragments of burning coals, creating a rain of fire that flew everywhere.

The temperature of over a thousand degrees Celsius was not something an ordinary shield could withstand. The iron sheet covering the shield was quickly turned red-hot, and the cowhide and wooden planks inside were gradually carbonizing.

Even through the shield, the tall orc felt a sharp burning pain in his left hand and kept letting out beast-like roars.

'Trying to stop a dragon's breath with a broken shield? Naïve!'

A hint of mockery flashed in Thor's eyes. He swung his thick neck, and the flames he spewed from his mouth moved downwards, heading straight for the orc's legs.

Then he kept shaking his head, chasing after the retreating orcs, and frantically unleashing flames.

Regardless of a dragon's abilities or profession, its breath is always its strongest weapon.

Among all the five-colored dragons, the red dragon's breath is the most lethal and terrifying.

Several orcs who failed to dodge in time were instantly engulfed by the flames. Their leather and fur were ignited, large areas of their skin began to char and crack, and their fat sizzled.

Even more terrifying, the surrounding air began to heat up rapidly, and the orcs engulfed in flames suffered severe burns to their respiratory tracts with every breath they took.

Even if they manage to escape this time, they may still lose their lives due to infections and inflammation later on.

Chapter Thirty-One: The Changing Forms of Offense and Defense

"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible! It's just a young dragon, how could it unleash such powerful breath attacks repeatedly!"

Spiritual Essence Fragment +1.

"It hurts! My whole body aches! Someone please help me!"

Spiritual Essence Fragment +1.

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A torrent of breath swirled around Thor, weaving an unbreakable wall of fire, and the orcs trapped within it let out one painful howl after another.

Even the tall, burly orc leader collapsed helplessly to the ground.

As a level 7 orc berserker, he possesses formidable strength, a resilient physique, and considerable mental immunity, but lacks sufficient elemental resistance.

After being directly struck by the scorching dragon's breath, his legs were charred black, his skin and flesh were torn open, and the bones inside were clearly visible.

However, the martial worship inherited from the orcs, coupled with the weakening of pain sensation after going berserk, still made him roar and want to launch an attack.

Sistana and Culp took this opportunity to reach Thor and successfully reunite with him.

"Where did you lowly bastards come from? Why do you invade our territory!"

"Damn orcs, I'll tear you to pieces!"

The two fledgling dragons roared, but their response was met with heavy arrows shot from afar.