"From now on, you are my slaves. You are not allowed to follow or obey the orders of any dragon other than me. Otherwise, be prepared to face my wrath!"
Seeing the familiar dragon shadows in the distance, the young red dragon Hannah grew anxious. However, to reassure the hundreds of orcs she had just acquired, she carefully gave them instructions.
"None of you are allowed to go anywhere today. Stay here. Do you understand?" Hannah Elbow tried to maintain an air of authority, but her small size of only ten meters made it difficult to be truly intimidating.
"But, great Red Dragon, our tribe's food supply is running low. If we don't hunt today, we will all go hungry," said an elderly orc, mustering the courage to speak up. Their village had recently held a ritual, and the surviving children needed sufficient food.
"I already said that as long as you follow me, you will never go hungry again. I will provide your food." Hannah Elbow confidently pounded her chest with her claw and generously pulled out a dozen giant sea fish from the spatial ring allocated by Synapse, piling them into a mountain of meat in front of the orcs.
The strong, pungent smell of the sea immediately spread, but the orcs didn't mind. Having meat to eat was all that mattered. Who cared about the smell when they could finally fill their bellies?
"All of you stay here. I have something to take care of, but I will be back in a few days." The young dragon reluctantly plucked a scale from her body and, relying on the knowledge in her mind, took out a few shattered crystals to set up a simple magic array. She placed the scale in the center.
Her unique red dragon aura spread across the village as the array activated, marking all the orcs with her scent. This was a signal to other dragons that this village had already been claimed.
"Protect this array and don't let it be destroyed. If another dragon comes, just give them my name. They won't dare attack you."
After giving these confusing instructions to the bewildered orcs, the young dragon quickly spread her wings and took to the sky, flying off into the distance, soon disappearing from sight.
"What does the Red Dragon mean? Is there another dragon besides her?" An elderly orc, who had been the first to kneel, was confused. He had lived a long life but had never seen a real dragon before. And now, two dragons had appeared in one day, both seemingly wanting to claim them as followers. As orcs, they were supposed to follow the strongest, and the green dragon was undoubtedly more powerful than the red dragon. But the red dragon seemed to have more potential, making the choice difficult.
The other orcs, however, didn't think too much about it. Their faces lit up with excitement as they approached the pile of meat, pulling out their weapons to start cutting the fish. They completely ignored the strong fishy smell, focusing solely on the meat.
Roar!
But the orcs hadn't been working for long when another emerald green meteor fell from the sky, crashing into another part of their village and destroying more buildings. As the orcs watched in shock, an even larger green dragon, with a wingspan of over forty meters, emerged from the dust.
Like the red dragon before, this green dragon looked down on the orcs with an air of arrogance. But just as it was about to speak, it froze, its gaze locking onto the small magic array the red dragon had set up before leaving, and the dragon scale glowing faintly within it.
"Damn it, I've been beaten to it by a little one again." Seeing the dragon scale, the young green dragon Bill Plokin was filled with frustration.
He had only taken a little nap, and now this. Since leaving Synapse, he had flown several dozen kilometers inland from the coast, finding over a dozen orc villages along the way, only to discover that they all bore the same dragon scale mark. This meant that all of them had already sworn allegiance to other chromatic dragons. He had acted too slowly.
"Great Green Dragon, we are the followers of the Red Dragon Hannah Elbow." The second dragon appearing so soon had terrified most of the orcs in the village. The old orc, trembling, stepped forward and, following the red dragon's instructions, reported her name.
To be honest, the old orc was conflicted. He had never encountered a dragon before today, and now two had appeared, both wanting to claim them as followers. As an orc, he knew they should follow the strongest, and the green dragon was undoubtedly stronger. But the red dragon seemed to hold more potential, making the choice difficult.
"I know. Now get out of my sight." The green dragon Bill Plokin, who had yet to claim a single orc village, was growing impatient. He stared at the dragon scale, hesitated for a moment, then spread his wings and flew off into the distance.
He had thought about destroying the dragon scale and claiming the orcs as his own, but such an action would undoubtedly break the rules. And those rules were set by Muria, the Lord of Synapse, known as the Dragon King. Breaking his rules would be a direct challenge to his authority.
Recalling the fate of all the dragons who had dared to challenge the Dragon King's authority, the young dragon Bill quickly dismissed the idea. He obediently continued searching for unclaimed orc villages, knowing that, according to his information, a vast area of this continent was occupied by orcs. If he searched thoroughly, he could still find some without needing to risk offending Muria.
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"My young dragons, do your best! The opportunity has been given to you, so don't disappoint me." On the central cloud island of Synapse, at the edge of the Roghagen subcontinent, in the Wind King Castle, Muria stood before a map of the continent, which only showed a rough outline.
At the edge of this continent map was a bright golden dot. From this golden spot, hundreds of smaller, multicolored dots spread out. Each time these dots paused on the map, a smaller dot of the same color was left behind. As time passed, more and more colorful dots appeared on the map, each representing an orc village that had been subdued by the chromatic dragons.
As the dots spread, mountains, rivers, forests, plains, basins, hills, and more began to appear on the previously vague map. Muria had cast detection spells on each dragon, turning them into his cartographers. While they were enthusiastically claiming followers, they were also helping Muria complete his map.
"Be ready. At the rate these dragons are expanding, it won't be long before they run into some of the more powerful creatures on this continent."
Muria looked to either side of the map, where legendary beings stood, radiating powerful auras. He now had nearly forty legendaries at his command, mostly Frost Giants, Liches, and Six-Armed Nagas, though fewer than ten were available at any given moment.
"Be prepared to support them at any time."
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"Hmm, as expected, there's an orc village here too. This one has over a thousand orcs, not bad." After searching over twenty villages and finding them all claimed by his kin, the frustrated young green dragon Bill Plokin used teleportation ten times in a row, transporting himself nearly a hundred kilometers away. Finally, he discovered an unmarked orc village.
"Filthy orcs, surrender to the great Bill Plokin! I will provide food and shelter!" The irritated green dragon directly repeated the four-word mantra Muria had taught him to subdue orcs, skipping any unnecessary formalities.
Without waiting for the confused orcs in front of him to react, the dragon pulled a twenty-meter-long sea beast from his storage ring and tossed it to the ground.
"Surrender to me, and this fish is yours."
Hearing the dragon's bold declaration, the green-skinned orcs of the village exchanged glances, their faces showing signs of conflict. Finally, a towering orc, nearly four meters tall, stepped forward and respectfully addressed the giant green dragon, who stood over ten meters tall.
"Mighty Green Dragon, we are already followers of the great Red Dragon Rachel Fineshumek, so we cannot follow you."
"You have a dragon master already?" The young green dragon immediately flew into a rage. He had exhausted himself by teleporting ten times in a row, only to find these orcs had already pledged loyalty to another dragon. It was too much.
"Wait, I don't recognize the name Rachel Fineshumek at all." But the young green dragon quickly realized something. He carefully sensed the aura of the orc village, detecting a faint trace of a red dragon's presence. But this presence felt unfamiliar to him—it wasn't from any red dragon he knew from Synapse.
"If this isn't a Synapse dragon, then it's not protected by the rules. That means I can steal it."
Realizing this, the young green dragon's emerald eyes lit up. He looked at the orc chieftain, who still seemed confident in front of him, and spoke with barely contained excitement. "Tell me, where is your master?"
"What do you intend to do?"
"Hehe, I'm going to teach him how to be a dragon!"
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