Tale of the Red Dragon Without Dragon's Might-Chapter 51 - Stealing Home

Unfortunately, even so, they still struggled to inflict effective damage to the Orc Leader clad in full plate armor and equipped with a Big Iron Shield.

The Orc Leader faced the Civilian Captain who, despite missing a hand, was still formidable.

Relying on his agile movements to counter, the exchange of blows was evenly matched, hammer against sword.

They absolutely could not allow the Orc Leader to massacre the ordinary Militia; otherwise, one hammer blow could potentially end a life.

Human Warriors held off against Ogres and Bugbears on another front, feeling somewhat irritated.

They wore plate armor when mobility was needed to hunt down the Red Dragon, and now when defense was critical, they wore chainmail instead.

If only he had plate armor now, he could bravely take on ten by himself.

The volleys of arrows from the two groups of Hobgoblins Warriors caused quite a bit of trouble for the human team, but failed to deal significant damage, thanks to the Priest whose Healing Magic was particularly adept.

The group Healing Truth was cast as if it cost nothing.

Leon had yet to make a move, squatting halfway up the hill, watching the melee below from a commanding height.

The orcs, continuously sniped by the two Half-Elf Rangers, were quickly decreasing in number, and their morale began to waver.

The goblins had been routed by the Militia, but fortunately, the supervising Hobgoblins propped them up.

Bugbears looked ferocious but cowered once injured.

The Ogres’ massive clubs smashed Militia’s heads, beyond the Priest’s ability to save…

If this continued, victory for the human party was only a matter of time without any surprises.

“Are you not going to join in?” Leon roared at the Hobgoblins who were still shooting arrows from the outside.

He noticed the young female Martial Monk standing in front of the Spear Crossbow, which was aimed right at him.

Although it was not the perfect timing, the Red Dragon had given the order.

The Hobgoblins Warlord had no choice but to send the large group of Hobgoblins to charge, unable to hold back any strength.

As the Hobgoblins charged, there was a brief waver in the human party, but it quickly stabilized.

A Human Warrior killed a goblin, taunting Leon who still remained halfway up the hill, “Just sending your underlings into battle, aren’t you joining?

Are you that afraid of dying?”

“It’s not about fear of death,” Leon slowly raised his head, gazing into the distance, the scenery outside the forest, and said slowly, “What do you say, if you’re fighting here, how about I head to your village?”

Leon had originally planned to attack the human village directly to compete for the Golden Finger reward.

Even if he lost in that battle, it didn’t matter since the village would not fare well anyway.

This was the so-called strategy of moving the battlefield into enemy territory.

Unexpectedly, the adventurers managed to persuade that village to send assistance against him…

It made sense, for a village could not endure an enemy snoring beside its bed, and they did not know that he was not a regular Red Dragon.

A normal Red Dragon would never bear the loss of even a single copper coin from its lair, but he could abandon it at any time.

It genuinely struck him that if he destroyed the human village while its Militia were all inside the forest attacking him, would he not be considered the owner of the forest and the territory, thus receiving the Golden Finger reward?

In any case, the human party came prepared, even bringing along the Spear Crossbow Cannon; why did he have to engage in battle, follow the enemy’s rhythm instead of dragging the enemy into his own pace?

Without him, those orcs and Hobgoblins would probably suffer terribly; he would have to compensate them afterward… However, speaking of heading to the village, those humans would definitely not dare to continue the fight.

To some extent, it would also reduce the pressure on the orcs and Hobgoblins.

“What did you say?”

“How dare you!”

“Stop him, quickly.”

“We have to go back.”

Upon hearing Leon’s words, the human team suddenly became agitated, and the Civilian Captain looked infuriated.

“Goodbye.” Leon smiled, ignoring the threats and curses hurled at him, lightly kicked his legs and jumped off the middle of the mountain.

Gliding for a distance with spread wings, he abruptly flapped his wings to gain altitude upon noticing the Spear Crossbow targeting him, heading towards the human village outside the forest.

If you show no kindness, do not blame me for lacking righteousness.

Watching the Red Dragon disappear into the sky, the human troops completely lost their will to fight.

No matter how the battle on the field was going, whether the Orcs and Hobgoblins could gain back some ground, it would not be easy.

Leon, relying on flight, easily appeared above the peaceful human village.

After circling, he landed on the open space at the center of the human village.

Screams, shouts…

“Ah!”

“The Evil Dragon has come.”

“Run!”

“Did the Captain not kill it, did we lose?”

“Little Potato, hide quickly.”

Leon watched the tumultuous crowds due to his arrival, raised his hand to summon his sword, and, without any mercy, chopped down a villager who dared to wave a weapon at him, startling another villager holding a pitchfork into dropping it and running away.

At this point, Leon still could not bring himself to slaughter the unarmed and defenseless—the old, sick, young, and infirm—because his soul was human.

He believed slaughtering a city was a heinous act.

However, those who dared to pick up weapons were warriors and deserved the respect due to a warrior, which is death.

“That’s why, listen to me—” Leon said loudly while using his sword to slaughter anyone who dared to draw a blade on him, regardless of age or gender, and pushed down those houses flimsy against his mighty strength.

“It’s not too late to run now, I won’t kill you.

The only outcome for desperate resistance is death.”

“Go, everybody quick, move!”

“This way!”

“Don’t take anything with you.”

Having said that, Leon focused on wrecking the village and, even when it was clear that the village chief was organizing an evacuation, only gave it his divided attention when someone attempted to counterattack.

Since all the strong warriors of the village had gone out, the remaining people couldn’t inflict any harm on him.

A slap turned over rooftops, a swish of his tail toppled the pens in the Beast Pen, and devouring fleeing chickens as a snack, Leon went on a rampage of destruction in the village without any reservations.

The Samadhi True Fire, being such a Mana-consuming ultimate move, Leon dared not use it recklessly.

However, finding a source of fire in a village was certainly not difficult.

Leon quickly found a fire source and lit a wooden hut.

The dry timber and thatch rapidly burned, flames greedily licking everything combustible.

The fire spread swiftly, like a life-like monster, climbing along the house’s wooden beams and fences.

Fueled by the wind, the fire quickly spread to other houses, jumping from one to the other, propagating to the watchtower and the fence that circled the village, spreading throughout the village.

As the flames continued to scorch, the wooden structures of the houses began to emit a bursting crackling sound.

Walls twisted and deformed under the high temperature, eventually collapsing with a loud bang, sending up sparks and ashes.

Even the solid stone houses were not spared; their doors and windows were consumed by flames, and the interiors and decor reduced to ashes.

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The entire village was ablaze, and the villagers escaped from their homes in a panic, their faces distorted and desperate under the reflection of the firelight.

The elderly, women, and children, supported by the young, fled along the paths, occasionally looking back at the place they once called home, now mercilessly destroyed by the fire.

The only thing that felt unreal was that the Red Dragon truly did not attack anyone.

As the Red Dragon with Flame Resistance, Leon stood amidst the raging flames at that moment, in the smoke tinted red by the fire, feeling an unprecedented sense of thrill.

The village was utterly ruined.

Leon closed his eyes to rest in the flames, hearing a familiar ‘ding’.

“My domain, my rules—gain complete ownership of a piece of territory, ensuring maximum security and plenty of prey.”

“High-level reward: Soul Summoning Mantra.”