Tale of the Red Dragon Without Dragon's Might-Chapter 42 - Red Blood Frenzy

Leon spit out the red berry after just one bite.

Just like there was hardly anything poisonous that could harm him in the wild, there were also few tasty fruits—if any, they too would have already been foraged by someone else.

Leon found a small stream and took a few sips of water, disregarding its quality.

After all, Dragons use supernatural energy as a part of their digestive process and can even digest substances not considered food by other creatures, like mud, rocks, and metal—mere parasites were nothing.

After drinking some water and washing his feet, Leon felt much more energetic.

He stretched the longest wings among the Colorful Dragons, flapped them a bit, and took off into the sky.

Spiraling upward, the higher and further he flew, suddenly he saw a large bird flying towards him.

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With his excellent vision, Leon instantly recognized the vibrant, colorful bird as a Roc, with a Challenge Level as high as 11, even higher than that of a young Red Dragon.

It was said to have been created by the Divine giant Annan during the ancient era when giants and the Dragon Clan vied for world supremacy, so that his worshippers could challenge the Dragons’ dominance of the skies.

While he could sometimes be giddy, Leon hadn’t lost his mind to the point of challenging a Roc while still a Young Dragon, especially since there were no benefits to winning.

Decisively, Leon turned back and even used Gathering Form and Scattering Energy to make his escape.

Indeed, one couldn’t just recklessly take on the challenge of the high skies.

After flying for a while and looking back to see that the Roc had lost track of him, Leon landed on a mountain peak to catch his breath.

Here, he stumbled upon a Harpies’ nest, as well as several Harpies active around the area.

Harpies were hybrid creatures with the feet and wings of vultures, coupled with Human torsos, limbs, and heads.

They could sing a beautiful Temptation Song.

Travelers who inadvertently succumbed to the charm of the song would inexorably be drawn towards its source and end up being attacked by Harpies, or accidentally step over a cliff, wander into swamps and quicksand, or fall into deadly pits.

Leon was quite interested in the Harpies’ Temptation Song and wanted to hear if it was as wonderful as the legends claimed.

As for being misled by the Temptation Song, it only affected humanoids, and even if his Red Dragon body and Human soul were susceptible, there was no need to worry about danger unless he continuously failed exemption.

And if he was worried about incessant exemption failures, he should be more concerned about a mechanical Divine strike cutting him down.

Leon flapped his wings and alighted atop the Harpies’ nest, which was essentially an oversized bird nest.

He wondered how to get a Harpy to sing.

But, no sooner had a Harpy seen him than it bolted away, not even giving him a chance to use his immobilization spell.

While the creature had fled, the nest hadn’t.

In the Harpies’ nest, Leon found many shiny little trinkets, including pieces of colored glass and money, but he was too lazy to pick them up.

Disheartened, Leon left and soon spotted a goblin camp—not the one he had encountered before but recalled from a recently read goblin observation report.

With another dive, he flew over.

Worried that the goblins might run away just like the Harpies upon seeing him, he activated Gathering Form and Scattering Energy, turned Invisibility, and walked around the goblin camp.

The goblins indeed had a caste system.

The highest caste, the Whippers, shared knowledge and experiences exclusively among themselves, not allowing other goblins to listen in.

The Hunter warriors simply watched the Gatherers process the prey without lifting a finger.

The lowest caste was comprised of the most foolish, poorly educated, and weakest goblins, who busily scurried about.

The effect of Gathering Form and Scattering Energy soon faded, and Leon appeared out of nowhere in the center of the goblin camp.

Seeing the Red Dragon suddenly emerge, the bustling goblins scattered in all directions like birds and beasts.

After a while, a Whipper approached him, seemingly remembering something and quickly hiding his whip behind his back.

“Big guy,” said the Whipper.

“What are you doing here?”

Looking down at the goblin, Leon replied, “I go wherever I want.”

“Do you want to bully us?

Don’t you know we are under the protection of the great Red Blood Frenzy?” the Whipper commanded with an imperious air.

“The great Red Blood Frenzy?” Leon was a bit puzzled; he had been around for a while and had never seen or heard of such a person.

Could a trivial action have led to such a significant discovery?

“Who is he?”

“He is the master of the entire forest,” the Whipper said loudly.

Disliking surprises and anything deviating from the plan, why can’t everything just settle down all of a sudden?

Should he confront this so-called Red Blood Frenzy next?

Thinking so, Leon nodded and said, “Continue, go on.”

“A giant dragon, he is a giant dragon, as tall as a mountain, able to smash a human castle with one slap of his hand.

He flies faster than an eagle, so fast you can’t even see him when he takes off,” the Whipper gestured a large circle with his hands, “He can eat a cow in one bite and is never satiated.”

“A giant dragon known as Red Blood Frenzy…

It’s impossible that I’ve never heard of him,” Leon squinted his eyes, staring at the goblin threateningly, “You’re exaggerating to intimidate me.”

“No, I’m not,” the Whipper turned to his companions, “If you don’t believe me, you can ask them.”

“The great Red Blood Frenzy has only recently arrived; it’s normal that you don’t recognize him,” the Whipper added.

“I will ask, but not you,” Leon said.

Despite saying so, he felt somewhat worried and anxious.

He planned to head to the abandoned fortress to gather information from the Orcs about this Red Blood Frenzy.

Had another giant dragon emerged from somewhere?

Suddenly, a goblin sprang up, shouting, “The Envoy of Lord Red Blood Frenzy has arrived.”

“The Envoy of Lord Red Blood Frenzy has arrived, you better leave quickly.” The Whipper began to act arrogantly, but that was it—he didn’t dare to be too aggressive, believing that a red lizard could squash him with a single slap.

“I’d actually like to meet that Envoy,” Leon thought.

Even if this Red Blood Frenzy was powerful, it was unreasonable for his Envoy to be equally strong.

And so, Leon met an Orc.

He didn’t recognize that Orc, feeling that all their faces looked quite similar.

However, the Orc recognized him and immediately jogged over, “Master, what are you doing here?”

Leon was a bit confused but quickly caught on, laughing, “Who is Red Blood Frenzy?”

“Master, you are Red Blood Frenzy,” the Orc replied.

Leon’s eyelids twitched at the Orc’s words.

His brain must have really gone haywire to actually believe the goblin.

“Did this goblin offend the Master?

Pah, it’s not even worthy of offending the Master,” the Orc drew his knife, grabbed the Whipper by the neck, “Let me slaughter it for you.”

“It’s okay,” Leon stopped the Orc.

He didn’t feel offended, just thought things were getting weird, “Tell me about what has happened during this period.”

Putting aside how the Whipper was scared out of his wits, Leon learned about the recent events from the Orc.

It turned out that the Orc, using the equipment found in the battlements of the abandoned fortress and leveraging Leon’s name—which they gave him since Leon had not left one for himself—managed to take over half of the forest in just one month.

Though it was a small forest, one that Leon could fly out of with just a few flaps of his wings, it was still no small achievement.