Red Dragon Monster Hunter Template.

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"Leaving aside the dead, what about those who escaped? Did you just stand by and watch them get away?"

Thor turned his gaze to the gnolls gathered below and growled a question.

The jackals, who were huddled together cautiously and fearfully, couldn't help but shudder upon hearing this. The leader, Lie Mo, cautiously began to explain.

"The scene was too chaotic, a complete mess, there was no way to keep track of everything, so..."

A scorching ray suddenly flashed past, completely silencing the gnoll's unfinished words.

The extreme heat instantly vaporized its head, its body swayed, and it collapsed limply to the ground.

As a red dragon, Thor never believed in excuses, nor did he need any reasons. In his eyes, such useless trash had no reason to exist.

This sudden attack startled the other evil creatures around them, causing them to tremble with fear that they would be the next to suffer.

A palpable sense of dread filled the air, manifesting as fleeting fragments of essence beneath Thor's line of sight, serving as further clues.

After accumulating these past few days, and after deducting daily consumption, my essence balance has finally surpassed the 600 mark.

"I don't want to hear any excuses! Before those traitors get too far, find them, wipe them all out, leave no one alive!"

When the red dragon uttered a new command, the evil creatures gathered below breathed a sigh of relief.

They immediately responded loudly and rushed out in all directions in a panic, as if they would lose their lives if they were even a step slower.

In a short while, the evil creatures that had gathered below the cliff dispersed completely, leaving only the headless corpse of the gnoll leader, whose body was still twitching slightly.

Such cruel and tyrannical acts will inevitably lead to the betrayal of more evil creatures.

But Thor didn't care. These lowly creatures were as numerous as weeds in the wilderness; even if they all fled, new ones would sprout up again after a while.

Therefore, in his eyes, they were not true companions at all, but merely tools for collecting spiritual essence, a cheap consumable.

But despite his indifference, the pride flowing in the blood of the red dragon made Thor absolutely intolerant of any creature daring to defy his will.

With a flap of his wings, he took to the air and flew towards the beastmen's camp, wanting to see where these guys got their guts.

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As the last rays of the setting sun were about to sink below the horizon, large bonfires were already burning in the orc camp built amidst the mountains.

Some short ratmen and slender werewolves darted swiftly across the previous battlefield, retrieving the arrows they had fired and delivering the final blow to any creatures still alive.

The beast-like creature, over three meters tall and resembling a humanoid tiger, stood quietly on the low wall, lost in thought.

The previous battle left him completely baffled. Why would evil creatures of different races gather together and attack them all at once?

In his view, this was an extremely unwise move. After all, the beastmen were not a small force in this mountain range, and even the orcs to the north would not easily clash with them.

So, what is the purpose of those evil creatures doing this? Do they want something from them, or are they being driven by other creatures?

The tall tiger-man couldn't think of an answer for a moment. He glanced at the ratmen and werewolves busy outside the low wall, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes, and turned back to the camp.

These guys aren't just looting; they're also picking out ingredients.

Although he also accepted the bestial nature within him, he had not yet degenerated to the point of feeding on intelligent beings.

"Perhaps Brug, who comes from the Wild Society, will have a different perspective on this battle. We might as well ask him."

As the tall tiger-man's figure disappeared behind the low wall, the werewolves and ratmen rummaging through the pile of corpses looked up and gave him a disdainful look.

They've already embraced their inner beast, yet they still cling to those pointless principles—it's so hypocritical it's nauseating.

"Did you see the look in that guy's eyes just now? Does he really think he's still the noble knight he used to be?"

"I can't hold back any longer. I'll secretly kill him tonight! All I need is a small bottle of poison..."

"Wait a little longer, wait a little longer. That old bear is not easy to deal with, and there's also that secret technique of the Beast Spirit..."

Soft conversations drifted through the air as several werewolves and ratmen lowered their heads, a hint of crimson flickering in their green eyes.

Just then, a loud whooshing sound came from afar, and the surrounding environment quickly lit up, as if the campfire in the camp had been moved closer.

Several beastmen looked up in surprise, only to find that five fireballs the size of cartwheels had appeared in the sky and were hurtling towards them.

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The distance of several tens of kilometers is covered in a short time for Thor, who is flying at high speed.

The dragon's advanced vision and night vision allowed him to see clearly from afar the camp surrounded by low hills, the corpses scattered at the boundary with the outside world, and the dark figures groping furtively among the corpses.

Seeing this, he did not hesitate at all. His magic surged and he unleashed a burst of rock-burst breath.

Five enormous fireballs tumbled through the air, leaving long trails of flame as they crashed down like meteors.

A deafening explosion rang out, and a rising mushroom cloud of fire illuminated the night sky, blasting the shadowy figures and the corpses on the ground into countless fragments.

The camp, which had just quieted down, was awakened once again. One after another, beastmen with heads of various animals hurriedly picked up the weapons they had just put down and rushed to the low wall outside the camp.

This time, however, they were no longer greeted by those weak, evil creatures.

Not far away on the horizon, a crimson figure hovered in mid-air. Its wide wings made it look like a giant inverted cross, and a dazzling light was flashing from its half-open, ferocious mouth.

Chapter Ninety-Three: The Tiger Man

A burst of orange-red heat rays erupted from Thor's mouth, instantly traversing a distance of over a hundred meters, sweeping fiercely across the sky above the low wall.

The dazzling streaks of light lingered in the air for a long time, and time seemed to stand still at that moment.

Some of the beastmen who had just leaped onto the wall felt a sudden heat in their chests and abdomens, and a pungent, acrid smell instantly filled the air. Their bodies then separated from each other.

Only then did the intense pain overwhelm them like a tidal wave, the fear of death crashing over them, and piercing screams rising and falling.

"My leg! My leg is gone!"

"Help! I don't want to die, someone please save me!"

"It's a dragon! It's a red dragon! Run!"

The newly organized team crumbled instantly. Some wooden stakes embedded in the low wall were ignited by the heat rays, and in the firelight, faces filled with terror were visible.

Notifications of increasing essence fragments flashed past Thor's line of sight. Each time it was only 0.1 to 0.2, but given the huge base number, it still caused his essence balance to increase rapidly at a visible speed.

This sight made him burst into unrestrained laughter. He folded his wings and began to swoop down rapidly.

As he descended, the magic within him began to regroup. When he was less than 30 meters off the ground, a surging river of flames once again erupted from his gaping dragon mouth.

Although the heat rays obtained from the Rock Dragon template have a longer range and stronger penetrating power, when it comes to large-scale damage, the Red Dragon's own fiery breath is still superior.

As Thor's body swept over the low wall and charged into the rear camp, the flames he spewed from his mouth left a burning path nearly ten meters wide behind him.

This terrifying scene immediately terrified most of the beastmen, who fled in panic. However, some determined individuals leaped onto the rooftops and fired arrows and spears at Thor.

Looking at the cold light coming from all directions, Thor's eyes flashed with disdain as he let them all strike him.

By continuously consuming various minerals, the metallic components have thoroughly permeated his scales and bones, making his defense far superior to that of other red dragons of the same age.

The arrows and spears raining down on him sparked tiny, glittering sparks. Their sharp tips dulled instantly from the impact, but they failed to leave a single mark on the iridescent, crimson scales.

This scene plunged the group of beastmen into despair. Just as they were at a loss, a loud tiger's roar suddenly echoed throughout the camp.

"Evil dragon! Get out of my camp!!"

A bright orange figure sped towards them from afar, and in the light of the towering flames, the distinctive king-shaped markings on his head were clearly visible.

This three-meter-tall humanoid tiger ran like a gust of wind, leaping across the rooftops several times before quickly reaching Thor. With a powerful push of its legs, it launched itself high into the air.

boom!!

The immense force caused the house beneath him to collapse instantly, but it also propelled the tiger-man to a height of nearly 30 meters. He raised his greatsword high above his head and slashed down at Thor's head with the force of splitting a mountain.

The intense sense of oppression caused Thor's golden pupils to shrink abruptly, and he reflexively raised his head.

The two-meter-long greatsword slammed into his chest with a sharp clang that echoed through the camp like a resounding bell.

Under this powerful blow, the crystalline coating on the surface of the crimson scales shattered, and the tough scales themselves split open from the middle, seeping out a trace of scorching dragon blood.

At the same time, Thor's thick forepaws swung out, his wide-open fingers like a winnowing basket, slamming down hard on the tiger-man in front of him.

The immense impact sent the over three-meter-tall humanoid tiger crashing back into the camp below, tumbling and smashing through several buildings and kicking up clouds of dust.

Thor felt a stinging pain in his chest, stretched out his claw and gently wiped it. Looking at the crimson stain on his fingertip, a ferocious smile crept onto his lips.

"To actually manage to hurt me, you're not bad among the trash in these mountains. You're worthy of me knowing your name. What's your name?"

A dull thud echoed as the tiger-man, who had been thrown back, pushed aside the rubble and crawled out of the collapsed house.

A trickle of blood was seeping from his forehead, staining the "王" (king) character pattern red. His left arm hung limply, showing abnormal swelling.

'Damn it! That red dragon is incredibly strong. Even when I managed to assume a defensive stance at the last moment, my left arm was almost broken. And the hardness of its scales... are dragons really that monstrous?'

He forced himself to move his left hand despite the pain, then glanced down at the greatsword in his right hand and noticed a huge nick in the blade.

Seeing that the situation was not good, he could only reply in a deep voice to Red Dragon's question.

“You can call me Brun. The people living in this camp are all beastmen who are not accepted by human society. If you came for treasure, you may be disappointed.”

Thor grinned with his hideous mouth and casually waved his claws. A drop of blood from his fingertip landed on the head of a ratman below, making a sizzling sound like roasting meat.

Under normal circumstances, the blood of a true dragon is not a treasure, but rather a terrifying poison.

Thor's extremely high body temperature made his blood flow like boiling magma, and amidst the ratman's terrified screams, it actually melted through his skull.

"Of course I know that you trash are all poor bastards. The most valuable thing you have is probably your skin."

But this time I haven't come for treasure, but because you lowly bastards dared to refuse my offer!

Thor's words left the tiger-man named Brun somewhat bewildered. When had they ever been recruited by the red dragon? If such a thing had happened, even if they might still refuse, they would have made preparations in advance and would never have been caught off guard like this.

"Wait! There might be some misunderstanding. We haven't received any offers!"

Seeing the tiger-man's eager explanation, Thor's face turned to a playful expression.

"Is that so? Now you know, so make your choice! Surrender or be destroyed. Either kneel down immediately, or I'll crush you right here!"

A struggle appeared in the tiger-man's eyes, but Thor didn't have much patience to wait and soon became impatient.

I've been incredibly merciful and given a second chance, but this guy doesn't appreciate it. He's destined for destruction.

A surge of flames began to gather in his mouth, and the flame-like patterns on his outstretched wings gradually lit up.

The fire and earth elements in the air began to gather rapidly. Just as Thor was about to blow the tiger-man and the surrounding houses into the sky, a deep voice came from afar again.

"That's enough, you evil dragon! Leave now, and I can pretend nothing happened."

Thor stopped charging up, his golden pupils narrowed slightly, and he slowly turned his head.

"And what are you?"

Chapter Ninety-Four: The Bear Man

Emerging slowly from the darkness was a bear-man, nearly two and a half meters tall. His once brown fur was now mostly gray-white, and one glance revealed his advanced age.

He wore a gray-brown cloak, his large hands wrapped in thick bandages, now clenched into fists, his bulging muscles exuding a sense of power ready to be unleashed.

Thor stared into the old bear-man's eyes and felt a surge of wild power within them—as if giant elephants were roaring, tigers were howling, lithe antelopes were galloping, and birds were soaring in the sky.

A bear-man druid? Or a beast spirit walker treading the path of the wild? This is truly a rare existence.

As Thor was sizing up the bear-man, the bear-man was also scrutinizing him.

With a body length approaching eleven meters, a robust physique, and wide wings, this is clearly a red dragon in its adolescence.

Although the ratio of its scales to its wings looks a bit unusual, it's probably just a slight mutation. Its challenge level is at most around level ten, and it's definitely not a match for me.

Dragons are not only incredibly resilient, but they also hold grudges. If you fail to kill them completely in one go, you'll have to be constantly on guard against their retaliation.

Therefore, unless absolutely necessary, this bear-man was unwilling to engage in a pointless battle, and spoke again in a low voice.

"Leave now, Red Dragon! You can't possibly be my match. If you leave now, I can forgive and forget everything that happened before."

With surging magic in his mouth, Thor looked at the old bear-man before him, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes.

It's just an old guy with a challenge level of around fifteen. Does it really think it can take me by heart?