So these newly arrived true Dragons is already restless. We should just kill these Young Dragons before they grow up, or capture them as slaves." The One-Eyed Ogre King Morgor's ugly face revealed a sinister smile, and the muscles on his arm, thick as a log, twitched unconsciously, showing his powerful physical strength.
The Two-Headed Ogre Great Shaman Black's aged face turned towards Giant ogre Fafna, who was half-closing her eyes on the couch. The Giant ogre showed no expression, only a faint, hazy light in her eyes, like a winding, swimming snake spirit.
Then, in a hoarse voice, she said, "Morgor is right. Right now, we can easily deal with those Young Dragons. If we wait for those Dragons to grow and gather more dependents, they will also actively expand there Dragon Clan Territory. By then, trying to deal with them will cost the lives of many powerful Ogre Warriors."
Although King Morgor, who commanded all the warriors of the Ogre Tribe, was the true leader of the tribe, the Two-Headed Great Shaman, representing Ogre faith and shamanic power, also held significant sway. However, the Giant ogre Fafna, possessing wisdom and rationality, often had the greatest influence on the final decision.
This wasn't some so-called separation of powers among the Ogres. In such primitive tribes with nascent civilization, the influence they held also represented the power they possessed. Without their own power to support them, even if you were a god descended to earth, you would be trampled underfoot by the Ogre, who also revered strength.
"Then let's do it. It just so happens that those greedy merchants have arrived. These merchants from the powerful Catha Empire should be very happy to take this batch of quality goods. Tell them not to fob us off with those inferior fabrics, broken weapons and armor, and grain seeds that won't sprout. They need to give us genuinely good things."
"I heard that there are actually two strong Red Dragon Young Dragons in that Dragon family. Perhaps they will be worth one of my talent slots. I'm quite looking forward to it." The Giant ogre Fafna opened her pink lips, and surprisingly, from such an alluring and enchanting body came the clear voice of a young girl.
"Great Shaman Black, you will be responsible for negotiating with those insatiably greedy merchants. Once the agreement is settled, it will be time for us to deal with that Young Dragon family." A hint of weariness appeared on her delicate face, and Giant Demon Fafna slowly yawned, curling her ten slender, green-emerald like toes. Then she waved her hand, "That's enough. I need to get some sleep first."
A loud gulping sound was heard. The one-eyed Ogre's eyes stared at the exquisite curves lying on the long couch, and he quietly swallowed. The fabric around his groin, forming a long skirt, quietly bulged. The Giant ogre , feigning sleep, showed no reaction. Great Shaman Black's four eyes all looked over.
Morgor quickly rubbed his head with his huge palm, feigning a simple smile, and then exited the tent.
Outside the tent, Ogre Warriors armed with crude weapons were everywhere. Stronger elite warriors would wear some damaged leather armor, while higher-ranking warriors possessed rusty iron armor.
These strong Ogre Warriors averaged over three meters tall. They moved in and out of the tribal camp; some were warriors returning from hunting in the rainforest, dragging dead wild boars, mountain deer, and powerful ferocious animals.
Some warriors returned from outside with slaves—Goblins, Centaur, Lizardmen, and other races. Clearly, this tribe had been steadily expanding, not content with the already rich and vast bay it occupied.
Even among the many Ogre Warriors, the one-eyed Ogre Morgor's towering physique stood out. He stopped a few Ogre Warriors leading Centaur captives, then snatched a bound Centaur Warrior.
His thick arm held it firmly, a smile appeared on his ugly face, and he directly pulled open the thin fabric wrapped around himself, ignoring the helpless cries of the female Centaur.
---It seems that what I said to Green Dragon Antagena last time had an effect. The other Young Dragons were clearly fooled by the Green Dragon's embellished descriptions of the future. Recently, they have been very diligent in Kalon's presence, subtly inquiring when the Red Dragonwould lead them to expand their territory. It can only be said that Dragons are born with an extremely strong desire for conquest, regardless of age.
Moreover, seeing how the Kobold revered Kalon as a god, not daring to disobey the Red Dragon's commands in the slightest, these Young Dragons, who hadn't originally planned to take dependents yet, also felt envious, hoping to acquire their own dependents and enjoy the status of worship and respect.
Kalon hadn't even had a chance to say a few words to the long-unseen Pixie when the other Young Dragons trotted over, feigning a stroll. Dragon heads squeezed in, their eyes fixed on the Red Dragon, scaring Raven into quickly flying behind the Red Dragon to hide, only peeking out her small head to look at the surrounding Young Dragons.
Kalon had no choice but to squat down and motion for the Young Dragons to sit.
During this time, Kalon had been busy researching the mysterious runes in his mind. As the Kobold tribe gradually settled down these days, he noticed a significant increase in the Mind Power he was drawing. He speculated that the generation of this Mind Power should increase as his influence over others deepened.
If the other party recognized him in some way, he could draw Mind Power from them. And as this degree of recognition gradually deepened, the more Mind Power he could draw from them.
Perhaps bringing destruction and suffering to others could also work; the occasionally resurging Evil Dragon Blood often gave Kalon such thoughts. However, doing so was clearly not cost-effective, not as enduring as methods like conquest and rule.
After this period of absorption, the energy accumulated in the vortex in his mind had reached a certain volume. He planned to conduct an experiment to see if the mysterious runes could be actively influenced and strengthened by his consciousness as he speculated. Although this amount of energy would certainly not be enough to make huge changes, if his speculation was true, it would be enough for a small enhancement and prove that his conjectured method of utilization was correct.
This would inevitably lead to a short period of slumber for him. Although he had originally intended to proceed steadily, the historical lessons of hasty expansion were deeply etched in his mind, and the Dragon Group's strength was not yet powerful enough. Now that he had found a path to steady growth, he couldn't be too eager. However, he also didn't want to dampen the enthusiasm of these Young Dragons, so he came up with a compromise.
"How about this: the Kobold dependents have now settled down. Next, Camid and Germott, you two are responsible for selecting the stronger warriors among the Kobold and then having them take up weapons for some basic training. At the very least, they need to know how to advance and retreat according to commands, not just run around in a chaotic mob."
Kalon looked at the two White Dragon brothers sitting upright and assigned them tasks. Camid, who was somewhat honest and executive, and Germott, who was more cunning and liked to slack off, complemented each other well compared to the other Young Dragons.
The two White Dragons nodded. Although it was different from what they expected, they knew Kalon's arrangements must have his reasons.
"Antagena, you will be responsible for investigating the tribes in the forest within the Dragon Clan Territory that can be subdued. Rosani, you will go with Antagena; you can investigate the situation up and down the river. Remember to support each other with Antagena.
The Green Dragon and Black Dragon also nodded, looking a bit excited. It seemed Kalon was about to make a move.
"Hmm, Klenaya, you tend to be impulsive, so you'll go with Dos. You two will be responsible for the grassland direction. Once all the situations are clear, summarize them and let Dos decide whether to launch an attack with the Dragon Group and dependents." Kalon made the arrangements. This plan aligned with his intentions: first, take care of the existing territories and establish a relatively stable rear base.
"What about you, Kalon?" Hearing that the decision-making power was given to Dos, Klenayaand Blue Dragon Dos asked in unison, surprised, then exchanged glances.
"I will enter a period of slumber," the Red Dragon calmly explained. For him, exploring the mysterious runes in his mind was currently the top priority.
"Then I'll guard you while you sleep," Red Dragon Klenaya clearly wasn't willing to follow Dos's command, a reluctant expression on her face.
Kalon glared at her sternly, "Akzi and Carlit are here; they are safer than both of you. And remember, never lose your life for trivial arrogance and dignity. If there's danger, escape back to the Dragon Nest as quickly as possible." Kalon instructed, somewhat uneasily.
The many Young Dragons nodded thoughtfully, responding in low voices.
Klenaya's tail twitched from Kalon's glare. She quickly lowered her head and mumbled, "Alright then, I hope Dos is smart."
Raven, who was hiding behind, saw Kalon finish speaking and eagerly rushed forward to join the fun, raising her small hand and shouting, "What about me, what about me? Kalon, I can be very useful too!"
Kalon tilted his head and blew the flower crown off the noisy Pixie's head in one breath, then squinted at the momentarily flustered Raven, "Raven, do you want to betray your own people? That's the act of a turncoat."
"Pixie don't care who rules them, as long as they aren't disturbed from finding happiness!" The huffing Raven put her flower crown back on and punched the Red Dragon's sturdy scales, then cried out in pain again, "You're making me so angry! Kalon, your skin is too thick!"
Kalon raised his Dragon claw and scratched his chin, "Is that so? Then Raven, you'll be my intelligence officer. You're very familiar with the forest anyway, remember to help Dos and the others a lot."
Raven, who had voluntarily offered to work like an ox, got the answer she wanted. Her puffy little face instantly brightened from gloom, and she jumped up on the Red Dragon's back, shouting, "Yay!"