Night fell, and the mountain range where the Dragon Nest was located became profoundly silent; even on nights when the Dragon were asleep, this place was a forbidden domain for all other creatures, except for a few elite Kobold Warriors whose duty was to guard the Dragon at the wide canyon entrance.
Deep night covered the land, and the canyon had no light, not even a lamp, indicating that the Dragon did not have the habits of many civilized worlds, but then again, the Dragon did not need such things.
Fortunately, the Kobolds were accustomed to living in dark caves, and these warriors, carefully selected by Kobold Leader Bagg to guard the True Dragons, also possessed the ability to see in the dark.
The Aurumvorax lay on the ground, resting wearily; unlike the Kobold Warrior guards, it could not rotate, needing to stand guard with the Kobolds day and night, with freedom only during brief moments of eating and excretion.
But beasts, after all, possess keener senses than Kobold; the Aurumvorax, with narrowed eyes, suddenly lifted its head, as if it had caught the scent of danger, but before it could discern where the dangerous scent came from, several spears shot out of the darkness with a whooshing sound.
Before the Kobold Warriors could react, they were impaled by the spears, their short bodies almost split in two, carried away by the powerful force, and fell into the darkness, never to be heard from again.
Eyes that emitted a faint glow in the darkness emerged from the deep forest; strong Ogre Warriors quickly approached, lighting torches, and flames also flickered on the cliffs on both sides of the canyon Dragon Nest, as the Ogre Tribe's warriors had already surrounded the entire Dragon Nest.
The Aurumvorax whimpered, tucked its tail, and prepared to flee, but its back neck was gently lifted by Ogre Tyrant Morgor with two fingers, and it immediately wilted, not daring to move.
"Hmph, a little cat. Give it to Fafna as a toy," Morgor handed the little cat to a nearby Ogre, his gaze falling upon the two-headed wizard who was leading the tribe's wizards in casting a spell to prevent the Dragon from flying.
Sahei the Great Wizard and the other wizards danced and chanted, holding their scepters, as shamanic magic surged in the air, resonating with their own bloodlines, and a field of invisible power gradually enveloped the entire canyon Dragon Nest.
The fluctuations of the field and the sounds of other movements startled the sleeping Young Dragon; the short-tempered Red Dragon Klenaya poked her head out of her cave and angrily scolded, "You damned Kobolds, what are you doing... Awooo!"
Before the Red Dragon finished speaking, she let out a warning roar to the Dragon, her sharp Dragon vision having already clearly seen the situation.
The Young Dragon, who had initially thought it was the Kobold or other Dragon making noise, quickly scrambled out of their caves upon hearing Klenaya's warning.
"Damn it, where did so many Ogre come from? Do they want to go to war with us by surrounding the Dragon Nest?" The Young Dragons were greatly startled and let out loud roars, wanting to fly out of the nest and gather together.
But they found that the omnipresent magic, which normally only required a gentle flap of their wings to support their bodies, was no longer under their control; the Young Dragon, unaccustomed, had to control their wings, gliding down from the nest and landing in the open space.
This was not because the Ogre sorcerers' power was sufficient to seal off the entire vast space, but these Ogre sorcerers disturbed the originally orderly magic, turning it into chaotic fluctuations, preventing these Young Dragon from easily controlling magic as usual.
The Young Dragon that landed, thanks to Kalon's past training, habitually gathered back-to-back, spreading their wings to intimidate the approaching Ogre.
"Hahaha, surrender, you weak Dragon cubs," the towering Ogre Morgor stepped forward, his great axe dragging on the ground, leaving trails of sparking Mars; he scornfully looked at the Young Dragon standing alone in front of the other Young Dragon, whose body was not thin but appeared particularly frail before his six-meter strong body.
"I don't want to cleave your precious bodies with my great axe; they can fetch me a good price. Obediently listen to King Morgor, and I will treat you gently."
The short-tempered and impulsive Morgor would not normally be so amiable, but Ogre Giant Fafna had taken a liking to Klenaya, the larger Female Red Dragon among this group of Young Dragon, so Morgor did not rush to use force.
"What should we do? Why don't we unite and break out in one direction? Maybe we can still escape." White Dragon Germott paced anxiously.
Klenaya snorted two sparks from her nostrils, "Kalon is still sleeping, he hasn't woken up yet. What will happen to him if we just run away and leave him alone?"
The Blue Dragon Dos exhaled heavily, assessing the enemy's strength, subtle lightning faintly flickering on his body; he said in a deep voice, "Find a chance to wake Kalon. We few definitely can't break out. We can't fly flexibly now; if we fly into the air, we'll just be targets. Akzi and Carlit should have also heard our warning. Let's watch for an opportunity to act."
The Blue Dragon Akzi heard the Dragon's roar, but he did not rush over recklessly; instead, he circled high in the air, avoiding the field that gave him an unusual feeling.
Seeing that all the Ogre Warriors' attention was focused within the canyon, he quietly glided down from the air; before the Ogre Warrior, who sensed something was wrong, could raise their spears, their bodies were torn apart by Akzi's Dragon claws, and at the same time, he spat a bolt of lightning Dragon Breath, the swift chain lightning directly electrocuting several Ogre until they were charred on the surface, causing them to fall from the cliff.
Other Ogre threw their spears, but Akzi, who had ascended again, was incredibly agile, easily dodging these weapons; occasionally, a lucky spear would fly close, but it was easily deflected by the Dragon; as the king of the sky, the Dragon was not something these ordinary Ogre Warriorscould deal with when their flight ability was not restricted.
The same was true for Blue Dragon Leader Carlit; she did not easily approach the canyon. She and Akzi were separately clearing the ordinary Ogre Warriors on both sides of the canyon. She grabbed two Ogre by their spines with her claws, threw them down from a high altitude, and they landed on the ground as a bloody pulp.
She shouted loudly, "You inferior Ogres, how dare you offend my Dragon clan! If you do not retreat, you now will suffer the wrath of a Dragon."
The Young Dragons watched the two Dragon display their might, and for a moment, they became agitated, preparing to swarm forward, when they suddenly saw a tall, incomparably beautiful human figure stand up from behind the Ogre Warriors; her jade-like arm was raised high, and a spiritual fluctuation similar to Dragon Might instantly spread.
Akzi, who was swooping down, felt as if his mind had been fiercely slapped by the claws of an adult Dragon, and he immediately let out a scream, his entire body falling uncontrollably from the sky. With a thud, the Blue Dragon, lying weakly on the ground, was tied up by the surging Ogre who threaded ropes through his wings.
And Carlit, who was also coordinating the charge, saw the Blue Dragon Akzi instantly fall, and she actually shrieked, flapping her wings frantically, stopping mid-air, and turning to flee immediately.
But the grinning Morgor had already seized the opportunity, throwing his great axe with all his might; the axe, breaking through the air, emitted a sharp screeching sound, its speed comparable to the Blue Dragon's breath, arriving instantly and severing a small part of Carlit's wing.
A powerful spiritual fluctuation also arrived at the same time, fiercely impacting Blue Dragon Kalite's mind; Carlit could only let out an earth-shattering wail, and then fell helplessly.
The canyon instantly fell silent; panic and fear appeared on the faces of several Young Dragons; the Dragons, proud of their strength, were no different from ordinary humans when faced with even greater power.
Morgor walked up impatiently, clenching his fists; the two strongest Dragon in the Dragon had already been captured, and he no longer intended to give these ungrateful Young Dragon a chance; he wanted to treat these Young Dragon as punching bags, teach them a good lesson, and let these Dragon know that the Ogre Tyrant was not the inferior race that the Dragon claimed them to be.
"Should we surrender?" Even for the most timid White Dragon Germott, the words "surrender" seemed difficult to utter.
Their inner pride and the Dragon's inherent unwillingness to yield drove them to fight, but the clear warning of the vast power disparity held them back.
The Young Dragons were at a loss; even the usually calm Blue Dragon Dos's mind was like mush. Even the strongest Carlit had fallen, so what could these Young Dragons do?
"Kalon!" Klenaya suddenly shouted with wide eyes, and the always quiet cave finally stirred.