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With their powerful dynamic vision, the three fledgling dragons could clearly capture the trajectory of the arrows as they flew through the air. With a sudden push of their feet, they scattered and flew away.

After exhaling twice in succession, Thor felt a weak emptiness in his body. Unwilling to get entangled with these orcs any longer, he immediately led the two young dragons to break through down the mountain.

Several orcs wielding spears tried to stop him, but Thor easily knocked them to the ground and stepped over them.

The short spears thrown from behind were dodged by the young dragons with all their might, and those that could not be dodged were taken down by their thick backs.

In the blink of an eye, the three fledgling dragons disappeared into the night forest. The orcs, unable to catch up, had no choice but to stop and rescue the wounded.

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Thor didn't run far before he realized there were no pursuers behind him and immediately stopped.

The three baby dragons sat crouching under a dense birch tree, while Sistana and Calp licked their wounds and growled resentfully.

"Those damned orc bastards, I'll remember them, I'll definitely get my revenge someday."

"We'll tie their hands and feet up and burn them in the fire!"

Thor turned to look in the direction he had come from; the flames on the mountaintop had not yet died down, casting a warm orange-red glow.

after?

Is there a chance?

He couldn't wait until then; he wanted to wipe out all those orcs today.

With a ferocious grin spreading across his face, Thor focused his attention on the giant spinning wheel in his mind. The battle with the orc had given him about 3 points of mental essence, slightly making up for his previous losses.

As two of his points were consumed, the air rippled like water, and two dragon crystals appeared in mid-air, falling into his claws.

He stuffed one of the pieces directly into his mouth, using the active ancient dragon and planetary life force inside to quickly replenish his body's energy.

He broke the other piece in half and gave it to Sistana and Kalp.

"As red dragons, you actually think about taking revenge later? You have truly disgraced the red dragons!"

"Rest for a bit, then catch up with me. Tonight we'll burn those damned orcs to ashes!"

A deep, angry roar echoed beneath the tree, instantly snapping Sistana and Kalp, who were staring intently at the dragon crystal fragments, back to their senses.

Thanks to the dragon's powerful physique and the abundant energy released by the dragon crystal, Thor's wounds quickly stopped bleeding, and his previously weak and empty body was once again filled with power.

He spread his wide wings, gave a sudden jolt, and lifted off the ground. His body spiraled upwards, and he soon reached a height of several hundred meters.

His high altitude gave him the advantage of being able to see almost the entire mountaintop, and the orcs who were resting there naturally came into his view as well.

In the previous battle, about a dozen orcs were either enveloped by dragon breath or torn apart by claws and teeth. Some were already motionless, while others were seriously injured and lying on the ground, unable to move freely.

The remaining orcs were cutting down trees nearby and weaving simple stretchers with the long ropes they carried, intending to carry the wounded back to the settlement.

Seeing this, Thor did not immediately launch an attack. He folded his wings and landed back on the ground, beckoning the two hatchlings to approach silently, little by little.

As a half-orc wielding a battle axe approached a nearby birch tree, preparing to cut some small branches, his inherited orcish darkvision suddenly revealed a scarlet figure in front of him.

Before he could react, Thor had already pounced out from behind the tree with two baby dragons. Using their size advantage, they instantly pinned the orc to the ground, and their three large mouths simultaneously bit his throat and limbs, pulling him upwards with all their might.

With a tearing sound like ripping silk, a large amount of blood gushed out, and the orc died instantly.

However, the sound he made when he landed still woke up his companions who were not far away.

"What happened?!"

"Watch out! Those red dragons haven't left at all!"

A series of rough roars suddenly rang out, and a large number of orcs swarmed in with weapons, but Thor and his companions were nowhere to be seen. Only an orc corpse, still twitching instinctively, remained.

As they gazed at the dense thicket before them, a sense of dread washed over them, as if behind every tree, a pair of cold, vertical pupils were staring intently at them.

"Those red dragons...those red dragons are hiding in the bushes!"

"Everyone, follow me and charge in, cut their heads off!"

"But what about the wounded? If we rush in, they might take the opportunity to kill us."

An invisible pressure weighed on the orcs' nerves. Some advocated taking the initiative to attack, while others felt that the wounded should be taken back to the tribe first. The two sides argued and couldn't reach an agreement, which led to a small chaos.

But in the end, the side advocating retreat prevailed, since without their help, the remaining orcs dared not charge into the thicket alone.

Soon, the orcs retreated to the site of the previous battle, picked up their weapons, looked around warily, and after half of them lifted the wounded from the ground, they began to retreat quickly.

Thor, with Sistana and Culp, followed behind at a leisurely pace.

He stopped concealing his footsteps and instead actively created noise, constantly putting pressure on the orcs in front of him.

At first, the orcs were able to maintain their formation and retreat in an orderly manner, but as their anxiety grew, their steps became hurried.

Before long, brisk walking turned into jogging, and then into a long run.

The difference in strength, coupled with the varying weights they carried, caused each orc to move at different speeds, gradually stretching out and dispersing the entire group.

One of the last orcs listened in terror to the approaching footsteps behind him, frantically trying to move his legs, but he couldn't shake off the distance.

As a red shadow flashed by, his entire body was slammed to the ground, followed by excruciating pain and complete darkness.

His death did not stop the orcs ahead; instead, it made them run even faster.

When their mental defenses completely collapsed, the orcs carrying the wounded abandoned their companions, just to run faster.

Thor, who was following far behind, saw this scene and a sinister smile instantly appeared on his lips.

The hunt has begun!

Chapter Thirty-Two: Bad News

Run faster! Run even faster!

The red dragon, relentlessly pursuing them, was like a vengeful demon crawling out of the abyss, making the orcs wish they had two more legs and run for their lives.

Every now and then, the orcs who lagged behind would be caught up by the red dragon. After a brief struggle, a shrill scream would pierce the night sky, and then they would fall silent in an instant.

One, two, three... Thor, with Sistana and Calp, leisurely toyed with their prey like a cat playing with mice.

The intense fear emanating from those orcs transformed into the rolling fragments of essence below his line of sight, constantly indicating their increasing numbers, which filled him with a sense of pleasure.

In just over half an hour, the number of orcs fleeing ahead had been reduced by half.

At this point, the remaining orcs finally realized that if they continued running like this, they would be slowly devoured like frogs being boiled in lukewarm water.

The tall orc, who had been carried on a stretcher without being abandoned, slowly woke up amidst the continuous jolting.

Berserk is a double-edged sword. While it can greatly enhance physical abilities during battle, it also depletes stamina once the battle ends.

After the battle ended and he exited his berserk state, the orc passed out and only now has he regained some strength.

Looking at the tall grass rushing past him and his panicked companions, he quickly understood his current predicament and growled in a low voice.

"Don't go back to the tribe, it will attract those red dragons! Let's split up and head straight to Blackrock Fortress to find Lord Stormfang..."

As a race that reveres martial prowess, this tall orc clearly held immense prestige within the entire tribe.

The orcs, who were initially panicked and at a loss, calmed down a bit after hearing his words. After a moment's thought, they realized that this was their only way to survive.

They scattered in all directions without prior arrangement, and their escape route changed from a straight line to a wide fan-shaped area.

Thor, flying low behind, used his darkvision to observe the orcs' movements. Upon seeing this, he paused slightly, folded his wings, and landed, shouting at Sistana and Kalp.

“Those cowardly bastards have split up and run away! I’m going after the largest group; you guys split up and act on your own.”

Don't stray too far, and don't linger in the fight. Regroup at the cave on the mountaintop before dawn.

Having said that, he flapped his wings again, transforming into a streak of scarlet light that soared into the sky, heading straight for the largest group of orcs in front of him.

As the ferocious red dragon descended from the sky, the orcs who were running for their lives were instantly gripped by despair.

The tall orc surrounded in the middle looked at the red dragon with its round head, wide wingspan, and still somewhat immature appearance, and couldn't help but feel a pang of regret.

We should have done more preparation before coming; we shouldn't have underestimated these creatures at the top of the food chain.

But it was too late to say anything now. Looking directly into the cold gaze emanating from those pale gold vertical pupils, he still wanted to struggle to live.

"Dear Red Dragon, I am deeply sorry for my previous offense, but we actually had no ill intentions."

Please have mercy and allow us to explain.

Thor blinked, and a transparent nictitating membrane swept across his pupil, moistening his eyeball while also scraping away the dust and impurities.

The orcs before him were already doomed, and Thor didn't mind listening to their final struggles.

“You lowly bastard, you’d better pray that your explanation satisfies me.”

The tall orc endured the excruciating pain in his legs, composed himself, and began to organize his thoughts.

"Actually, it's all because the great Stormfang Kalendak wants to see you. He has ordered that you be invited to Blackrock Fortress as guests."

"We are his followers. Please, for the sake of Stormfang, spare us lowly orcs!"

Thor exhaled two puffs of white breath from his nostrils, and a disdainful expression appeared on his face covered with red scales.

Stormfang? That sounds like the kind of name those blue cowards would come up with. Inviting someone to Blackrock Fortress is probably just an excuse to capture them and make them free slaves.

These blue creatures love to search for the eggs of other five-colored dragons. They call it adoption, but in reality, they just want to brainwash them into becoming their servants and working for them to expand their territory.

"What Storm Fang? Never heard of it."

Before the great Thor, no dragon deserves the word 'great'! Clearly, your explanations do not satisfy me, so die!

As soon as he finished speaking, he leaped forward fiercely, giving the orcs no chance to speak again.

Caught off guard, an orc was tackled to the ground, and the ferocious dragon's mouth snapped down, instantly ending his life.

The other orcs then realized that escape was hopeless, which fueled their ferocity. They let out rough roars and began their final desperate fight.

Red dragons are never afraid of battle. Even though Thor always felt that he might have a better future if he were reborn as a green dragon, he never rejected the violence flowing in his blood.

The previous rest, coupled with the ample energy replenishment from the dragon crystal, has restored his physical strength and magical power to their optimal state.

The glandular organs inside the body secrete oil, which slowly rises back up into the throat. After being heated at high temperatures, it turns into smoke and continuously overflows from the cracked corners of the mouth.

This left behind hazy trails of smoke wherever Thor went, constantly interfering with the orcs' vision.

One orc after another roared as they charged toward the blurry red figure, only to turn into cold corpses.

The ground was quickly stained red with blood, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

The battle didn't last long. About ten minutes later, the night wind dispersed the smoke, leaving only Thor standing there.

He took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled, glanced at the burning wounds on his body, ignored the corpses scattered on the ground, and flapped his wings to fly towards the cave.

As a fledgling dragon, although he looked down on those blue dragons who only knew how to stick together, he actually valued them very much.

Before long, the blue reptile should receive news of the orcs' failed operation, and it must get as far away from this place as possible before then.

With his flying ability far exceeding that of other red dragons of the same age, Thor returned to the cave on the low mountain in less than half the time it took him to get there.

Because of the explosion he had caused, the entire cave was now a mess, so Thor didn't plan to go in. He casually found a protruding rock, landed on it, and waited quietly.

His foolish blood relatives are currently an important source of spiritual energy, and cannot be abandoned casually.

As for the boar-men on the gentle slope not far away, there were too many of them and they moved too slowly, so we had to reluctantly abandon them.

The thought of this made Thor furious.

He had finally managed to improve the farmland for these boar people, and it was on the verge of a healthy development, but in the blink of an eye, he was forced to flee in all directions.

That damned blue dragon, I'll definitely twist his head off when I grow up!

As I pondered, a floating red shadow appeared on the distant horizon, rapidly approaching.

Thor didn't expect Sistana and Kalp to return so quickly. Did they not chase after the fleeing orcs at all, but instead turn back?

But then he realized something was wrong. The red shadow was too big and strangely familiar.

Chapter Thirty-Three: Mother and Son Reunited

"Damn it, could this be...?"