The Red Dragon Lord's prestige is growing day by day, and as the Red Dragon Clan patrols the area around the camp more and more frequently, Ize's control over Kazarin is becoming stronger and stronger.

Three hundred kilometers away from the southeast of the Red Dragon Territory, there was a sound of rustling in the dense forest, the sound of brushing away the leaves and trampling on the fallen leaves, a wolf riding scout suddenly revealed half of his body from the dense forest, he carefully looked at the place, and found no powerful monsters or clans.

The wolf cavalry is known for its agility, alertness, and strong mobility, and can patrol hundreds of kilometers in a day, making it the most important scout in the Red Dragon Clan.

Although the Red Dragon Lord has more powerful air units such as the Wyvern and the Chimera, they are limited to the vast and high sky, and in the complex primeval forest, they cannot fully display their powerful abilities.

And the wolf rider also has a lot of combat power, the combination of jackals and giant wolves, so that they can burst out with the strength to be able to resist the ogre in the front, even if they encounter an irresistible emergency situation while patrolling, they can retreat in time.

Although Ize is the well-deserved owner of Kazarin, after all, the area of this primeval forest is too large, and he can't let his breath radiate to every corner of the forest at all times.

Therefore, it is very necessary to patrol the territory and spread the prestige of the powerful Red Dragon Lord.

Although the benevolent Red Dragon Lords advocate subduing people with virtue, those monster lords who occupy a large area, if they pay tribute to their majesty and bow their heads and submit, if they dare to refuse, the powerful Red Dragon Legion will be killed in an instant, and use the killing to make them understand who is the master of Kazarin.

"Whew-"

The howl of the giant wolf under the seat was high-pitched and rapid, and the gnoll, who had been with the giant wolf for a long time, subconsciously became vigilant, he knew that something might have appeared in the forest, making the giant wolf feel dangerous.

The surroundings suddenly became quiet, and the gnoll, who was naturally sensitive, sensed the murderous intent and coldness that permeated the air, his hyena-like head bared its teeth, his hair stood on end, and his eyes looked around uneasily, trying to spot the enemy's tracks, but he failed, and the dense forest obscured his vision.

The gnoll man clenched the bone knife in his hand, and he knew that there must be some unknown monster hidden in the shadows.

The invisible pressure gradually came like a tidal wave, and the giant wolf under the seat became more and more restless.

The gnolls noted the position and decisively wanted to turn around and leave, but it was too late.

The grass and the forest made a sharp noise, and the first thing that caught your eye was a pair of scarlet eyes and huge sharp fangs like wild boars!

In an instant, the surrounding figures seemed to appear out of thin air, rapidly approaching the wolf rider scout from all directions.

Looking at the tall figures around him, the gnolls knew that it was unlikely that they would leave safely. Now that he can save him, in addition to the prestige of His Majesty the Red Dragon, there is only -

He tore out his throat and let out several short, urgent howls in succession, wolf rider scouts were often squads of ten, each squad was responsible for an area, and there were many companions patrolling around here, he only hoped that his companions would be able to come in time after hearing the distress signal.

After doing all this, the jackal looked at the figures around him, but they were all blocked by dense trees, and they could not see really, and could only barely see very strong outlines.

Ogre? Or a boar man?

The gnoll people don't know.

But judging from the ferocious aura emanating from them, he knew very well that all of these guys had bad intentions and were extremely vicious.

"I am from the central sanctuary of Kazarin, and I am a dependant of the great Red Dragon Holy Lord."

The gnoll said in a broken lingua franca, knowing that it must be intelligent beings who could quietly block his path. And at this time, the only way to delay time is to move out the name of His Majesty the Great Red Dragon, of course, if the other party will be jealous.

"Who are you and what do you want to do?"

"The red dragon that drove out the Earth Titan a year ago?"

A deep voice suddenly came from the bushes, and the tall figure stepped out of the bushes, and the sunlight that penetrated through the gaps in the layers of leaves fell on him, so that the jackal finally saw the appearance of the comer.

This is......

Orcs?!

Taller than a normal ogre, with gray-green skin, coarse hair, hunched over, a low forehead, a pig's face, a well-defined jaw, long fangs and protruding lips, and a primitive man with hairy hair and blood.

In the continent of Elbaf, hideous, fierce, bloodthirsty, and cruel are synonymous with orcs.

"Gnoll, you should know that you have broken into the territory of the orcs, and a false name will not save your life."

The orc in front of him held a single-edged battle axe, and his arrogance was fierce, although he only had one eye, it made the gnolls feel danger from the bottom of their hearts.

Behind him, as if rocks were moving forward heavily, a tall orc appeared, armed with stone weapons or maces, a burly and strong individual, with beast fur around his waist.

Some orcs were bound with leather and rattan into rudimentary leather armor, some wore a collar made of beast fangs around their necks, some wore sharp horn helmets on their heads, and more were naked, with drooling from their mouths.

As he walked, he stared at the gnoll with those scarlet eyes, and let out a malicious roar in his throat.

"Orcs! You say this is your territory? Put your motherfucker stinky! The whole of Kazarin is the territory of my king! ”

The gnoll roared at the orc leader, and now, the entire Wolf Tooth Clan had been completely reduced to the loyal dogs of the red dragon.

"How dare you speak out against the great orc and slaughter this wild dog! Let's see if its owner will save its dog's life! ”

The ferocious orcs immediately cried out, and the name of the powerful Red Dragon Lord did not seem to threaten them.

"Stop!"

The orc leader let out a low roar to stop it, staring at the gnolls in front of him with the only remaining tyrannical eye.

"That's just your imagination! Kazarin is so vast that even the Earth Titans have never ruled the entire forest! ”

"The Earth Titan was slaughtered by my king a year ago!"

The gnolls licked their lips, their fierce eyes glaring at them like a mad wild dog, and even in the face of powerful orcs who far outnumbered them, their momentum was completely unworthy.

"Yes, it is undeniable that the red dragon killed the Titans, but over the centuries, Kazarin has changed more than a dozen masters, and the great orcs still exist, you should know what this means." The orc leader's eyes twinkled.

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I remember that there was an orc tribe before, but it was deleted by the daily convulsions!

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