"Whoosh-"

Under the cover of night, a transparent figure flew silently above everyone's heads,

The people of the royal capital did not realize that they had passed by a legendary dragon.

Ron flew low as he flipped through his system panel to check the progress of his Divine Body transformation.

【Successful Identification】

[Name: Ron Omega]

[Gender: Male]

【Race: Iridescent Dragon】

[Strength: High-level Legend-??? 】

[Legendary Traits: Divinity, Divine Body (Transforming), Breath Weapon, Magic Affinity EX, Immunity EX, Deflection Force, Force Invisibility.] 】

[Plane Travel Cooldown: 365d 0h]

[Evaluation:]

"If the transformation of the divine body is completed, you will almost enter the demigod level, right?"

"In this way, I have mastered or am about to master all the three abilities that belong to the gods, such as divinity, divine body, and divine power."

"This is equivalent to mastering some of the characteristics of the gods in the demigod stage in advance, and I think the speed of promotion from demigod to god will be very fast."

Ron groped his chin and quietly pondered what the way forward.

Since the incident with the Most High Scepter, he has rarely turned on the system at unnecessary times.

More often than not, Ron is developing different capabilities on his own and planning what he will do in the future.

For example, the casting of the Magic God Crown, the promotion method of the demigods, and the Stealing Plan 2

On the surface, he seems to have nothing to do, but in fact, his mind is running at high speed all the time, and every move in the royal capital has to go through a lot of calculations.

For example, Duke Green, such as the tavern incident, such as buying slaves.

It's not a dragon, it's against the habits of a dragon!

As one of the strongest immortals, dragons live a life full of leisure and freedom.

Enjoying their long lives, and naturally gaining legendary powers in the process, is the norm for normal dragons.

Few dragons are as anxious as Ron to improve their strength in a hurry.

Contrary to nature, it will naturally make his spirit tired.

This is also one of the reasons why he came out to find out the whereabouts of the elves, and temporarily leaving the human world may make this kind of conspiracy all the time lighter.

He's not the calculating green dragons, and he's fond of intrigues.

The innate trait of the Iridescent Dragon is observation.

Ron should have been hiding behind everyone's backs and watching the show, but now he himself is acting well.

No way

Dragons float in the astral realm, and there are eight or nine out of ten unsatisfactory things.

There are many things that Ron can avoid if he wants to, and he can only try to improve his strength to meet the challenges of the future.

Life is like a trip, how can there be so many wishes.

"Boom-"

A white sonic boom cloud appeared outside the dragon's body.

At this time, Ron's body had reached 35 meters long, and the dragon's wings had spread nearly 70 meters!

The dragon wings that cover the sky and the sun are 10,000 meters away with a slight wave.

Although it is not as good as a certain monkey, it can be regarded as a rare speeder in the astral realm.

Even the Ancient Golden Dragon, with the blessing of magic, could hardly reach Ron's current speed.

In this rush beyond the speed of sound.

It only took more than ten minutes for Ron to throw the royal capital out of sight.

Cross the steep Makan Peak, fly over the wide River Thames, and pass through countless human towns.

After flying for another hour and a half, you can see a red area gradually emerging on the horizon.

Even at night, the area glows with a faint red glow, as if someone has buried countless red glow-in-the-dark lamps underground.

This is the Red Clay Plateau.

The Red Heights are a mysterious and magical region where people come to explore and get rich overnight, and countless people die here.

It is located in the northeastern corner of the border of the Rose Kingdom, where the famous Red Legion is stationed.

Beyond the laterite highlands, you will find the boundary of the Mountain.

That's a forbidden area for humans!

There are volcanic eruptions all year round, red dragons roaring, and high-level demonic beasts are countless.

Except for a few adventurers, few humans went to settle near the fire-fighting mountain.

Compared with the more harsh environment of the Fire Mountain, the Red Clay Heights is simply the Garden of Eden outside the forbidden area.

Adventurers who want to compete with the Red Dragon will mostly resupply and recuperate in the Red Soil Heights, and then consider moving on to die or go home to have children.

Here, strange rocks and steep cliffs are everywhere, and the sand is bright red as far as the eye can see.

There is an indescribable heat in the air, and when the sun shines, the whole area seems to be ignited, emitting a burning smell.

In the Red Clay Highlands, there are many mysterious and ancient stone pillars and stone walls, which are carved with mysterious symbols and patterns.

These motifs are said to have been left behind by arcane magicians in ancient times, and bards believed that they contained the magical energy and mysteries that contained in the land.

But there is no evidence to prove this speculation.

"Boom-"

Rocks pierce the air, dragons fly

It only took an hour and a half for the crimson earth to appear beneath Ron.

Compared with the prosperous and unusual royal capital, this place is more in line with the main plane in Ron's impression.

The night couldn't stop the dragon's view, and Ron looked around, taking in everything around him.

Vast expanses of sand dunes and cliffs dominate the region's landscape, and there are plenty of amazing sights to behold.

In this red sand, there are many secrets.

Some of the sand dunes are buried mysterious dwarven treasures [a good deed done by a high-level legendary mage in the royal capital. 】

Some of the cliffs hide mysterious caves that may also be the habitat of the Flame Banshees.

If you can unearth these secrets, you may be able to get some unimaginable gains or catastrophes.

After two laps around the Red Clay Highlands

Ron suddenly hovered in the air and snapped his fingers.

"Smack!"

A magical golden map floats in the air.

Ron summoned the map of the system in his mind and began to compare it with the map in the air.

It was a map he had bought at a great deal of money from an underground merchant, and the high price of fifty gold coins made him feel distressed. [Although after the transaction was completed, Ron sent him to get it back in the evening, and by the way, he brought some black market specialties with a lot of gold]

"Well, it's basically true, but some terrain on the map of the royal capital is not quite the same as that marked on the system map, I think it should be that the map of the royal capital has not been updated for too long, and under the vicissitudes of life, it is normal to make a little mistake."

Forgive that group of underground merchants for not daring to fool a young man in a magister costume.

Following the scenes described in his diary, Ron began to look for similar targets one by one.

He needed to find the colored lake or the red dragon territory that killed the elven expedition so that he could reversely determine where the elven territory was.

"Well, first of all, the first point."

Ron looked at the three-way junction on the map, where there were a few surface rivers in the Red Plateau, and he might be able to find clues there.

"Whew-"

The dragon's wings waved, and the transparent dragon figure disappeared into the air again.

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"Da Da Da"

At night, a hunting team of more than a dozen people was walking on this red sand.

The leading brawny men carried several camel-like beast carcasses, and the rest also carried varying amounts of flesh.

Obviously, this group of hunting squads had a good harvest tonight

"Gar, hurry up, I can't see your head anymore!"

A sturdy middle-aged man with a long spear in his hand and nearly three meters tall stretched out his hand to the distance behind him, and the panting young man beckoned.

"Huhushandi, I'm not as strong as you, wait for me."

The young, slender lad was clearly choked by the first long journey.

He carried a bow and arrows and a half-full quiver behind him, and his four hooves were smiling and steady, and his tan ponytail drooped listlessly, and it was evident that he was in as bad a state as his master's mood.

That's right, he has four hooves! And a single ponytail!

All of the people in this hunting squad are the same, the upper body is similar to that of a human, and the lower body is the body of a horse.

This is a group of intelligent creatures commonly found in tropical climates: centaurs.

The Centaurs are a common wilderness nomadic race that has only light fur and oily, waterproof skin, and can walk even on rainy days.

Their human-like upper body allows them to shoot bows and arrows or throw spears, stone axes, and other throwing weapons while they are hurrying.

[It would be wonderful if there was a horse as a mount!] Imagine you shooting arrows with your mounts, and you'll love them.

- Orc Gollum Iron Crush

Each centaur is born with superior eyesight and arm strength, and is naturally adept at crafting spears and bows from rattan and stones.

They can shoot a fallen leaf with precision from a distance of five hundred meters, and this terrifying shooting ability is second only to that of the elves.

The nature of group hunting makes centaurs a very difficult group to mess with in the wilderness, and despite being a neutral and good race, no one dares to provoke them.

They live a hunter-gatherer life, but they rarely build houses, not even tents.

"Da Da Da"

Sandy turned, frowning, and ran to Gar's side.

Although he doesn't like this half-brother very much, he will not abandon him like other people.

That would make my mother very sad.

[Centaurs who cannot keep up with the pace of tribal migration will be left behind.] Some of these centaurs disappeared into the wilderness, never to be seen again. 】

"Give it to me!"

Sandy snatched Gar's heavy longbow and the few pieces of flesh on his back, and placed it on his horse.

"You weak fellow, stop studying the damn iron bumps of humanity, and if you don't exercise any more, you will become a 'forced settler' one day sooner or later!"

"Whew."

In normal times, Shandi, who is not good at words, has long been scolded by his younger brother Gar's series of great words.

It's a pity that he is like a pug dying of exhaustion at this time, sticking out his tongue and no longer able to refute his brother's reprimand.

Without the longbow weighing more than thirty pounds and nearly a hundred pounds of meat, his steps were finally lighter.

In the Red Clay Highlands, there are a variety of magical beasts, such as firebirds, giant scorpions, and desert lizards.

The lone Centaur is no match for this group of hungry beasts.

The so-called 'forced settlers' are those who are either kept in captivity by other races or 'settled' in someone else's stomach.

"Huh. Huhe"

With the help of his brother, Gar managed to keep up with the group and return to the place where the tribe temporarily lived.

It is a tribal living area that resembles the shape of a small basin.

Four or five huge bonfires and animal skin tents were erected behind this leeward hillside, and several three-meter-five tall centaurs could be seen standing guard at the highest point in the distance.

After a few watchful glances, the hunting team smeared a little green grass juice on their bodies in front of all the watchers, and then they really returned to the camp.

The strong smell of greenweed's sap is effective in banishing shapeshifters and pretenders, all of which have been concluded with life.

Several tents sat on the flat land, and the patched hides were noticeably dilapidated in the light of the campfire. But this is the material that the Centaur tribe exchanged with the human caravan they met by chance ten years ago, and it would be good to make do with it.

"Next!"

"Goo-goo-goo-"

Taking the animal skin water bag thrown by his brother, Gar quickly opened the stopper, raised his head and poured down the cool and sweet clean water.

At this time, the surrounding centaurs shouted in the direction of the campfire, and then began to use the scimitar hanging from their waists to divide the hunted monsters, some of which were dried as reserve food, and some of which were used as food for tonight.

"Whew-cool!"

Gar poured a whole bag of water in one go, and finally felt like he was resurrected again.

Thank you to the god of centaurs for giving yourself such a delicious liquid.

Sandy shook his head at his limp, and he turned and walked towards the chief's tent.

As the captain of the hunting party, he also reported to the leader on the hunt and explored the surrounding situation.

Especially since there is less and less food in this vicinity, the three hunting captains and the old leader must hurry up and decide whether to start the next migration,

Where the migration is going, whether it coincides with the route of the human caravan, and the carrying of food and stockpiles. These are all things that they have to think about as leaders.

As his brother's muscular centaurs, Sandy wasn't uninterested in elaborate mechanical objects from humans.

On the contrary, when he was a child, he was very curious about the human world, just like Gar, and once fantasized about joining the human adventure party to go to the distant Endless Sea to see if there was really a beautiful mermaid in the mouth of the old man Ma.

It's just that Sandy understands that he has more important things to do, he is the strongest warrior of the younger generation, and his father and patriarch are also very optimistic about him.

"His own personal preferences are insignificant, and the safety of his clan should be his primary concern" is what Sandy has heard since he was a child.

"Moresaka~~~Moralsaka~~~"

A group of small centaurs, who are less than one and a half meters tall, shouted slogans at this time, and followed several females to the large iron pot erected.

The mothers quickly cleaned up the food they had gotten up the day, the damned horseflies would burrow into it to lay eggs if they weren't looking, and they had to quickly soot everything so they wouldn't be contaminated by the scavengers.

The centaur happily circled around the fresh food.

They shook their arms as they ran, looking like children waving wildly, but they had a different kind of beauty.

It's an ancient Centaur dance of thanksgiving for food.

They are convinced that this dance will allow more food tomorrow and will not be haunted by the ghosts of their prey.

It's right for them to get food, and it's not wrong for their prey to run away and resist.

Everything is nature's choice.

"Brother Gar, I heard that you were kicked over by a rock sheep during this hunt?"

"Yes, I heard Uncle Lyle say that if it weren't for Brother Sandy pulling you, you would have fallen off the cliff!"

"Brother Gar."

A group of half-sized centaur teenagers excitedly chattered about something around Gar, who had collapsed to the ground.

Gar looked at the group of bastard boys in front of him with an embarrassed expression, revealing his shortcomings

He waved his hand irritably, and slapped them all away:

"Go, go, go, go, don't talk nonsense, I killed a rock sheep this time!"

"Shh~~~" X12

The crowd covered their buttocks and booed incessantly.

The angry Gar was eager to take out the long whip he had bought from the human caravan and teach the boys how to respect their brother.

Suddenly, a petite, snow-white female centaur emerged from a tent not far away and ran up to him.

She looked at her tired brother and said innocently:

"Brother, are you okay? Brother Sandy said you were frightened by the rock sheep and accidentally knocked down a little rock lamb when you turned around and ran away."

"Ahh This"

Listening to his sister's words, Gar's face turned red and blue for a while.

This time, he didn't dare to make a move, but gently touched his sister's long soft purple hair.

There's no way, this is my own sister, I can't punch away like those bastards,

If your brother or parents see you treating your sister roughly, it's really over!

The god of centaurs can't save me, Gar said.

"This Lilia, you have to know, the lamb is also a sheep, the big sheep and the lamb are all meat, what's the difference"

Gar is serious nonsense.

Little Lori Marilia nodded as if she didn't understand, she was only three years old, and she didn't understand these words very well.

"Oh."

Then she was driven by her brother to the side to make a fire and cook.

As for Gar himself? He was ready to lie down again.

If you go out hunting for a day, can't you enjoy yourself?

When Lilia saw her brother lying on the ground again, she had to hop back into the tent and take out a small flint from the wooden box. After thinking about it, she picked up a thick burlap quilt again, and then got out of the tent.

"Huhuhu~~~"

"Mom said that if you don't cover the quilt when you sleep, you will get sick, brother, I will help you cover the quilt."

She carefully covered her brother with the thick quilt, ignoring the sweat on the top of Gar's head.

Then she jumped to the big black iron pot supported by iron rods, and prepared to make a fire.

The corners of Gar's mouth twitched, and finally reluctantly accepted his sister's kindness.

"Add some firewood over there"

"What about the salt bags? Where to put it"

"Oakes, if you pee on the tent again, I'll smash your ass!"

With the return of the hunting party, the camp began to be lively.

This tribe of centaurs is medium-sized, with about 100 centaurs living together, so multiple cauldrons are needed to cook at the same time to meet the needs of everyone.

“”

Humming the song her mother had taught her, the little centaur with pure white hair bounced to the firewood stand where the rice was cooking, ready to make a fire.

Females are weaker than males, usually do not participate in hunting, and are responsible for all daily life except hunting. (Occasionally, there are also centaur tribes whose life is completely reversed, with females going out hunting and males watching the children cook)

Lilia has not had a good physique since she was a child, but she doesn't think it's a big deal, unlike those playful centaur cubs, she usually follows her mother to do what she can.

She was not too dirty, and bent her limbs directly, lying on the ground, carefully colliding with the edge of the iron rod with the flint.

"Bell, bell!"

Sparks splashed and fell on the firewood, but unfortunately I don't know if it was because of luck, she couldn't light the fire today.

"Bang Bang Bang"

The sound of flint and iron shelves colliding kept ringing.

Her pale skin contrasted sharply with the red earth around her, and even more so from her brown or yellow-skinned counterparts.

Her pure white hair caused quite a stir at birth, and the people believed that she was favored by the god of centaurs.

(In legends about the god of centaurs, it usually appears as a white or brown foal.)

"Lilia, why are you lying on the ground again?"

"Lilia, you have bugs on your head!"

"Come after me, Lilia."

A few bad boys are wreaking havoc around Lilia to prevent her from starting a fire.

"Oh, it's annoying, go go, stay away from Lilia!"

Lilia wrinkled her nose and kicked her hooves at the group of mischief, throwing a few pieces of dirt at the group of troublemakers.

"Hee-hee-ha-ha."

The group of little bastards slipped away suddenly.

The adults around them looked at the children with a grin.

It's not that they hate Lilia, they just want to attract the attention of all the most beautiful Lilia.

Whether it's good or bad, it's a stimulant-like existence for this group of male centaurs

"Look, Lilia is looking at me"

"Nonsense, you're looking at me!"

"Don't fight, she's going to be my partner in the future."

"Let's beat him up!"

"┗|'O′|┛嗷~~"

Ignoring the funny things of her peers, Lilia is still concentrating on making a fire.

The female adult horse next to her taught her the skills of making a fire.

Finally, the hard work paid off.

Thanks to Lilia's unremitting efforts, a small flame finally sits on the pyre.

"Yikes! I'm lighting it! ”

Lilia cheered happily, and then carefully shielded the small faltering flame with her palm.

It occurred to her that she hadn't filled the pot with water yet! If it were dry, the thin iron pot that the merchant had sold them might soon be burned through by the flames.

Before she could get up

"Boom !!"

A huge crashing sound was accompanied by a wave of air that surged in an instant.

The faint flame that had finally been raised was instantly extinguished by this wave of qi.

This sudden turn of events confused her.

Lilia stared blankly at the extinguished black branch.

The flame that had been lit with great difficulty had long since disappeared without a trace.

She slowly turned her head to look behind her.

Two colorful dragon eyes stood less than ten centimeters away from her

"Whew-"

The dragon's nose exhaled two columns of pure white gas, like a hurricane, blowing Lilia's long lilac hair back and forth.

The faint dragon power instantly covered the entire centaur tribe, and all the people and centaurs around were pressed in place by this sudden dragon power and couldn't move.

Looking at the huge colored eyeballs erected in front of her, and the huge body that could not be seen at a glance, tears gradually welled up in Lilia's eyes.

"Wow-"

The girl's cry finally woke everyone up

"Damn it, let go of my sister!" x2

Two figures suddenly burst out of the crowd and rushed towards the dragon lying on the ground.

The sound of crying accompanied by the roar of adult horses and the sound of various weapons colliding echoed in this red land.

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