Tale of the Red Dragon Without Dragon's Might-Chapter 47 - Not yet finished

The only problem now was—

That’s why, if possible, Leon would prefer to live alone, doing whatever he wanted without the influence of others when living in a group.

The campfire was burning, the damp wood crackling in the flames.

“Master, when will we attack the hobgoblins, or those humans for that matter?”

Leon had been living here for a few days, and this was not the first time Dekka had posed the question.

A normal red dragon can hold a grudge for decades, even centuries.

Leon wasn’t one to bear grudges, and even had a tendency to forget the pain once the wound had healed.

Of course, even so, Leon hadn’t forgotten the grudge that quickly; it’s just that he wasn’t as fixated on it as Dekka was, who remembered everything very clearly.

“It was those humans who caused your injuries.

We must seek revenge,” Dekka continued, with clear recollection.

Lorug, as a half-orc priest, was more composed than Dekka, but only slightly.

He was equally eager for arson, slaughter, and plunder.

“We’ve never provoked those humans, didn’t attack human villages, didn’t rob on the roads, and neither did our master…

it was they who provoked us first.”

He spoke the truth.

They hadn’t harassed the humans.

Their recent target had always been the hobgoblins, who, like them, lived in the forest.

“My great sword is already starving for action,” Dekka continued.

“When we attack, I’ll be the first to charge.”

The two kept exchanging words, when suddenly Dekka stood up.

“Maybe the master is scared after all.”

“What did you say?

How could the master be scared?

Sit down,” Lorug pulled Dekka back to a seat, “The master certainly has his own plans.”

Leon sat beside the fire like a big cat, half-opening an eye to watch the two orcs playing their little game of words, a faint smirk on his face as he thought to himself how clumsy their performance was, such a poor attempt at reverse psychology.

If this had been a normal red dragon, upon seeing through the orcs’ ruse, it would probably be enraged—do you two take me for a fool?

If it were a normal red dragon, a chaotic and evil red dragon, it would be even crazier than the orcs, having already driven them to arson, slaughter, and plunder, and today’s events would never have occurred.

In any case, over the past few days, Leon had been contemplating this as well: Conquering this stretch of the forest and gaining dominion over this territory, chances were high he would once again have the opportunity for a Golden Finger reward…

Originally, he thought his spells were sufficient, not needing to make a big fuss, but it seems he was missing something after all.

Facing a well-coordinated team of adventurers, if it weren’t for his final reliance on the Samadhi True Fire to take down one enemy, he didn’t know if he could have revived, and he might not have been able to kill anyone alone.

Not to say that Leon already had some ideas, but looking at the orc faces in the firelight, all eager for battle, he thought that if he kept ignoring the orcs’ repeated requests for combat, he might suffer backlash.

It must be acknowledged that the orcs’ willingness to submit to him was doubtlessly motivated by their desire to follow him in pillage.

If it cannot be realized, a conflict will be inevitable sooner or later.

Leon took a deep breath and finally decided to go with the flow, saying, “Since you all insist, get ready…

I see there’s nothing you need to prepare, we’ll set off tomorrow…

to conquer those Hobgoblins.”

As soon as Leon’s words fell, Dekka took the lead, and all the Orcs cheered.

It didn’t matter to them whether they were fighting Humans or Hobgoblins; they didn’t care whom they fought or robbed.

Even though they had just suffered a setback at the hands of Humans…

That team of adventurers consisted of a Half-Elf Ranger and a Dwarf Priest, who, strictly speaking, shouldn’t be considered Human.

Leon didn’t prioritize attacking the Human villages first because Hobgoblins could be subjugated.

It made sense to subjugate the Hobgoblins first and leave the tough bone for last.

Hmm, after all the back-and-forth, it seems we must embark on the journey to conquer the forest.

…

…

At the same time.

Though the battle wasn’t pretty, outnumbering and taking down one enemy was indeed a big advantage.

Leon didn’t have such strong feelings about that group of adventurers.

Win with a smiling face, curse when you lose; it’s different when the tables are turned.

It was already late at night.

The Half-Elf Ranger was drinking in the tavern, having been drinking for several days straight, so much so that he hadn’t shaved for days, his beard rough and untidy…

As a matter of fact, he liked to shave in front of the Dwarf Priest, as it always sparked an argument over their beards.

“You shouldn’t drink anymore,” the female Mage couldn’t help but remind him.

“That Red Dragon’s flames are not right, they can incinerate the soul,” the Half-Elf Ranger said loudly, “Brann can’t be resurrected, do you understand?”

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“I know,” the female Mage replied, “Don’t yell at me.

Brann wasn’t killed by me, it was that Red Dragon.”

“I will kill it sooner or later,” the Half-Elf Ranger raised his glass and took a big gulp.

“No matter how much you drink, you won’t be able to hold your bow steady.

I don’t see you getting the chance to kill that Red Dragon,” the female Mage said coolly.

Hearing the female Mage’s words, the Half-Elf Ranger’s hand froze.

“We can’t just let this go,” the Human Warrior came over.

“Of course, we can’t just let this go,” the Half-Elf Ranger said, though he dared not take another drink.

“What’s your idea?” the female Mage lifted her head.

“Brann was a close comrade of ours…

this isn’t for money, it’s for revenge,” the Human Warrior clenched his fists, “Even if we can’t kill the Red Dragon, we must destroy its lair.”

“Four people can’t do it, three can?” the female Mage retorted.

“Not three, no,” the Human Warrior waved his hand, then started tapping his fingers on the table, “I’ll convince the village chief here, he will help us, have him send people to aid us.

By that time, we’ll be thirty people, maybe even fifty.”

“Why would he help us?” the Half-Elf Ranger asked, “We have no money to offer him.”

“You’ve really wasted that pretty face of yours,” the Human Warrior sighed, “If you were the chief of this village, could you accept a Red Dragon nesting in the forest next to your village?

I sure couldn’t, I would find a way to eliminate it or drive it away.”

The Half-Elf Ranger nodded thoughtfully.

“Leave this matter to me,” the Human Warrior said, “All you need to do is to recuperate and get ready.”