The enraged Ogre Tyrant displayed his rightful might; the Tyrant, whose bloodline had grown to its peak, was six meters tall and rampaged through the forest, many trees with bowl-sized trunks being casually crushed by the powerful Morgor.
Tree vines as thick as an arm, blocking the Ogre's path, were no tougher than a spider silk; his crimson single eye glowed with chilling killing intent, locked firmly onto the figure ahead, his speed not a whit slower than the Red Dragon flying and maneuvering through the forest.
Even with the Red Dragon flying at full speed through the dense forest, the Young Dragon's speed was not much faster than the Ogre Tyrant's at full stride due to the obstruction of the trees, not to mention he was intentionally luring him.
He kept chattering in front, repeatedly using the few Ogre words he had learned to harass Morgor, whose brain was entirely consumed by rage, and also had to expend a lot of energy and attention dodging while flying through the forest dense with giant trees.
Finally, in an exceptionally dense patch of woods, the Red Dragon, busy avoiding the growing, intertwining vines, was found by the Ogre, who seized a perfect opportunity for a sure hit. The Ogre's ugly face twisted into a sneer, his strong, powerful arms bulging with knotted muscles, and a layer of crimson flowing light suddenly appeared on his long great axe, silently yet swiftly like lightning, slicing through the air and arriving behind the Red Dragon.
At this moment, Kalon's heart rang like an alarm bell, his self-expanding senses trying to lock onto the trajectory of the long axe, and in his mind's over-frequency state, he tried his best to roll and contract his body, but the great axe came too quickly, brushing past the Red Dragon's side as if cleaving through the void, cutting off a small part of the Red Dragon's wing.
"Ow!" Kalon, in pain, let out a pained roar, seizing the opportunity to feign a fall to the ground, sliding for over ten meters before crashing into a thick tree and stopping. The tough bark also bore two deep imprints from his hard dragon horns.
"You damn bug, why aren't you cursing anymore?" Morgor shouted excitedly, "I'm going to crush you like a bug! I don't care about any deals; today, the Ogre King Morgor will beat you, you foul-mouthed Red Dragon, to death!"
Morgor stepped forward, the joy of the hunt blinding his mind and senses. The next moment, his heavy body suddenly sank; the stable, solid ground that had borne everything turned into a deep pit, a trap large enough to hold a six-meter-tall Ogre. The soil, vine netting, and fallen leaves covering the trap's surface fell with the Ogre, but they could not conceal the tall, upright hunting spears at the bottom of the trap.
The unprepared Ogre was pierced through his thick foot by the hunting spears. Although the skin on the Ogre Tyrant's foot was tough enough from walking and grinding, it could not provide him with steel-like defense, so he let out a terrifying roar that shook the mountains and forests.
The Centaur Warriors, who had been hidden in the forest for a long time, all appeared at this moment, rushing out from tall tree canopies and behind thick tree trunks. Several large nets woven from tough vines fell from above, and countless sharp arrows rained down, shooting towards the Ogre falling into the trap.
But Morgor was indeed an Ogre Tyrant with an ancestral bloodline; the red flowing light on his single horn overflowed onto his upper body, making his already tough skin even more robust.
Most of these arrows, with arrowheads made of bone and sharp teeth, were blocked by his sufficiently strong skin. Only arrows shot by some exceptionally powerful warriors and the hunting spears could penetrate about a foot into this Ogre's body, but they were immediately tightly locked by his strong muscles, without a single drop of blood flowing out.
"You weaklings, do you think you can harm King Morgor like this?"
The Ogre laughed furiously, easily tearing apart the several layers of vine nets covering his head. He climbed onto the edge of the deep pit, enduring the continuous rain of arrows, revealing his upper body. Once he climbed out, he would crush these weak enemies before him with his fists.
Whoosh! A sharp arrow, with a piercing sound of breaking wind, aimed at the Ogre's single eye. Sunia, who had been waiting for a long time for the right moment, finally made her move.
The powerful magic arrow was shot like a venomous snake at the moment Morgor had just stepped onto the ground and had not yet stabilized himself. The Ogre only had time to close his single eye, his thick, long fingers blocking in front of his eye.
Pfft! The sharp arrow deeply pierced the edge of the Ogre's palm, the sharp arrowhead missing his single eye by a mere hair's breadth.
But Kalon, having recovered, also launched his attack simultaneously at this moment. His strong body was like a fierce tiger pouncing through the forest, his strong limbs erupting with unimaginable power, the mud beneath his feet splattering, his speed only slightly slower than the arrow as he leaped from the ground.
The Red Dragon's muscular hind limbs firmly clamped the Ogre's thick hands, and his sharp front dragon claws unhesitatingly plunged directly into the Ogre's steel-hard head.
Violent Dragonfire ignited within his chest and abdomen, then surged forth, extremely dangerous azure flames rushing out, burning towards Morgor's single eye.
The Ogre roared in anger, terror, and extreme pain. His powerful vitality surprisingly prevented him from dying the instant his head was pierced.
The crimson flowing light on his single horn suddenly expanded; the unextinguished Dragonfiremade him taste death, and the crimson flowing light surging on his single horn continuously dissipated under the scorching of the Dragonfire.
The fear of death caused immense power to surge from his body; his arms, with bulging veins and blood vessels, tried to pry open the giant dragon's clamped hind limbs, but the power erupted by the giant dragon was, at this moment, not easily shaken.
So Morgor forcefully arched his single horn upwards, and with a squelch, it pierced into the giant dragon's left limb, which was locked by the skull.
But the Ogre's movements suddenly stopped, and his immense power vanished without a trace, his arms falling limply.
Kalon, who had been charging on all fours on the ground, holding her long spear, was as fast as a meteor. At this moment, she plunged the bronze-colored long spear in her hand into Morgor's chest, piercing through his body and penetrating the Ogre Tyrant's source of life, the heart that pulsed with endless vitality.
Bang! The Ogre's tall body crashed down with a thud; the life of the once invincible Tyrant on this land was extinguished forever.
Roar! Kalon stood on the Ogre's corpse and roared, his voice high and penetrating, like a tiger roaring in the jungle, startling all the beasts in the four fields into submission.
The Centaur Warriors looked at the once unrivaled Tyrant, now trampled under the Red Dragon's feet, and at this moment, they finally all submitted. They laid down their longbows and sharp arrows and, along with their leader, bowed around their liege, sincerely kneeling down.
Only the roar of the red dragon and the low, echoing sounds of the Centaur Warriors' heartfelt submission reverberated through the dense forest. "Praise the master of the Centaur Tribe, the powerful Red Dragon, King of the Wilds and Forests, our Lord Kalon!"
Kalon lowered his head, looking down at the Centaurs for a long time before speaking: "Rise, rest where you are, prepare yourselves. Today, I shall destroy the Ogre Tribe from this land."
This was the first time the Red Dragon had issued a command directly, not through the Centaur leader Kari, and his command was obeyed.
The Centaurs who rose up looked at the Red Dragon with respectful eyes, then sat on the ground and began to take out food to replenish their strength. They had now completely accepted the Red Dragon's command and no longer sought Kari's opinion as before.
Kalon then turned to Kari and commanded: "Go, Kari, present the Ogre's head to me. This will be my war trophy, and also a collection of the Centaur Tribe."
"As you command, my Lord." Kari showed no dissatisfaction on her face and unhesitatingly carried out Kalon's will, cutting off the Ogre's head and digging out the Ogre's heart to offer to the Red Dragon.
But the Red Dragon refused the Ogre's heart, even though he was somewhat injured at the moment and needed nourishment to accelerate the healing of his wounds.
Kalon opened his relaxed dragon claws and gently placed them on Kari's forehead, saying softly, "This is your war trophy, Kari!"