Silence, darkness, the sound of crashing waves, the world swayed. Kalon slowly opened his tired eyes, smelling the clear, fishy scent of the sea, and what greeted his sight were pairs of Dragon Clan eyes glowing faintly in the darkness.
"Kalon!"
"Kalon, you're finally awake."
"Kalon, how are you? Are you feeling alright?"
The surprised voices of the Young Dragon came from beside his ears, sounding somewhat like the buzzing after an ear ringing. His head was a bit dizzy, but he could still hear them clearly enough. The Red Dragon exhaled deeply and slowly replied, "Don't worry, I'm fine now."
"Kalon, Carlit betrayed us. She betrayed the Dragon Clan." The young female Red Dragon Klenaya struggled to squeeze forward, her words full of anger as she reported to the Red Dragon.
"I know. Germott told me about it." Kalon turned his head, scanning the surroundings. The once spacious cabin had been emptied to accommodate these Dragon Clan.
The Red Dragon Klenaya, the Black Dragon Rosani, the Blue Dragon Dos, the White Dragon camid, and the Green Dragon Antagena were all here, while the Blue Dragon Carlit was curled up alone in a distant corner, her head buried under her wide wings, silent.
Kalon breathed a sigh of relief. Not seeing the White Dragon Germott and the Blue DragonAkzi was good news.
"Kalon, what should we do now?" The White Dragon camid, who trusted the Red Dragon's abilities the most, looked at Kalon with hopeful eyes. He believed that with the Red Dragon's mind, he would surely come up with a solution, unlike himself, who was so stupid and only followed others.
The Blue Dragon Dos sighed. He was also a bit dejected. "Even Kalon was captured. What can he do?"
"Are we still hoping Germott and Akzi will rescue us? Kalon couldn't even do it." Antagena lay in the corner, looking listless. These Young Dragon had all seen the White Dragon Clan and the Blue Dragon taken away by the Centaur Tribe's warriors, but they didn't trust Germott and Akzi's abilities. She felt her Dragon Clan life was bleak, with no bright future.
"Perhaps we'll be sold as commodities by these humans for a lot of gold. Kalon might even be bought by those mountain dwarves and chained up as a fire-breathing furnace."
The Black Dragon Rosani shrugged. It was his nature; though his mood was low, he still made a not-so-funny joke at the Red Dragon's expense.
Kalon silently watched these Young Dragon. His will allowed him to calmly accept everything that happened, regardless of the outcome, but these Young Dragon could not. He could feel the hesitation and confusion in their hearts.
Currently, he needed to give these Young Dragon some encouragement and courage.
The Red Dragon's pupils shimmered brightly in the dark cabin. He didn't care if Carlit heard his words. He said in a deep voice, "For now, we will hide our claws and endure, like beasts of the prairie lying on a barren mound."
"And I," the Red Dragon's expression was exceptionally firm, he said, "will do my best to bring all of you back, back to our birthplace. We will eventually return to this land. This is my promise!"
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The original Ogre encampment had been burned down, and a thin layer of ash now covered the black-gray ground. Countless Ogre corpses, killed by the Centaur, were gathered and piled up to form a small mountain.
Some Ogres who didn't manage to escape died in the battle between the Red Dragon and Will Clarence, and others died in the slaughter by the Clarence Family's warriors.
The hot weather had already caused the bodies to start decaying and stinking, with countless flies and mosquitoes flying back and forth over them.
Giant ogre Fafna led the temporarily gathered Ogre who had fled into the forest, carrying the dead bodies, and then sprinkled a highly flammable resin from the forest over the pile of corpses.
These Ogres would be burned and turned into fertilizer to nourish the land. They grew here, and after death, they would give back to the land beneath their feet.
Centaur Warrior, in twos and threes, carrying sharp weapons and thick, long whips confiscated from the encampment, patrolled the camp, supervising the Ogre's work.
If an Ogre tried to be lazy, a whip would immediately lash out, even at Giant Demon Fafna. These Centaur Warriors had no such thing as a tender heart; just as Kalon had announced, these Ogrewere now slaves of the Centaur Tribe.
The Centaur Tribe's leader Kari and her mate Trogdor stood at the mouth of the bay, followed by the powerful female warriors Aoni and Sunia. All these Centaur looked at the figures in front of them.
The White Dragon Clan Germott and the Blue Dragon Akzi squatted on a large rock in front of the port. The sea breeze blowing over the calm bay in the evening was exceptionally cold, but the Blue Dragon's heart was even colder.
The human ships had long disappeared from the boundless sea, and the Blue Dragon Akzi's face was already blank.
Akzi turned his head, his confused heart instinctively seeking some comfort. Perhaps the White Dragon Clan was like him, not knowing where to go now.
But Germott's face was exceptionally relaxed. The White Dragon was flicking his tail, gazing lost in thought at the setting sun gradually descending into the sea. He seemed to somewhat understand why Kalon liked to watch the sunset on the prairie in the evening.
The Blue Dragon Akzi, however, noticed the White Dragon's tail. Although the wound on the severed tail had long healed, there was no sign of regrowth. This was abnormal for the Dragon Clan's powerful life recovery ability, even though only a few days had passed.
Akzi raised his question: "Germott, what's wrong with your tail? Did you fall victim to those malicious spells? You can tell me, maybe I can help you find a solution."
The White Dragon Clan shook his head, stopping his tail from flicking, and said, "Akzi, you don't need to worry about me. There's nothing wrong with my tail. I chose not to let it regrow."
"Why?" The Blue Dragon looked confused. A true Dragon's tail is not only a powerful weapon but can also sometimes be used to maintain body balance during flight.
"As long as Kalon and the Dragon Clan haven't returned to this land, I will be the tailless Germott for that long!" The White Dragon Clan answered, he said, "In the past, I was always timid and cowardly, liking to hide behind Kalon, to blend into the Dragon Clan, but now I must stand out. The Dragon Clan needs my strength, and Kalon needs my help."
At this moment, Akzi, who was at the older end of the Young Dragon age group, seemed immature in front of the Young Dragon. Perhaps there's a saying that is very true: people who mature early are often late bloomers, while late bloomers are often more mature.
Germott turned his head, looked at the Blue Dragon, and asked, "Akzi, you'll help me, won't you, just like Kalon has always helped us."
The confusion on the Blue Dragon's face also disappeared. He pretended to be relaxed and said, "Although Kalon beat me up, who made me a part of the Dragon Clan?"
The White Dragon Clan stood up, his gradually growing wings suddenly spread open. He turned around, his crystal-white vertical pupils staring at the Centaur, and asked faintly, "Then what about you Centaur, Kari?"
The Centaur pounded their hands on their chests and bowed their heads, their eyes filled with determination, "We will await the return of our Lord Kalon. Until then, your will is the will of the Centaur, Lord Germott!"
Well, Kalon will gain crucial knowledge from this experience, also regarding the setting of Legendary. Kalon's childhood is over, next is "The Young King Returns Home"!