Kalon looked at the Centaur Warrior, his naturally indifferent and proud vertical pupils holding a gentle gaze.
"Chiron."
"The leader of the Centaur Tribe, Kari, and I have selected two hundred strong Centaur Warriors. We are preparing to teach them the orthodox Centaur Tribe's heritage, allowing them to become a sharp weapon for the Dragon Territory. I will train them into the most formidable cavalry in the world."
Chiron, once the young king of the orthodox Centaur Tribe, a descendant of the hero from Centaur legends, and sharing the name of his great ancestor, said with a bow.
Now, due to stable living conditions and ample food, the Centaur Tribe's newborns have gradually increased, and its population is growing rapidly.
A few years ago, the tribe could only muster a little over two hundred warriors for battle, but now, not only can they spare some warriors to guard the Dragon Nest Mountains, but they can also select two hundred warriors as standing soldiers for training.
The Kobold dependents are the same. Originally, due to food shortages and limited territory, a Kobold tribe would automatically split into two tribes once it exceeded one thousand Kobolds.
But now, under the management of their leader Bagg, the Kobold tribe has become a dependent of the Dragon clan. With guaranteed life and sufficient food supply, the Kobold tribe members have almost reached three thousand.
These Kobolds have a fertility rate comparable to humans, and their maturation period is much faster than humans; it only takes a few years for them to become mature Kobolds, with six-year-old Kobolds considered adults.
These Kobolds are now an important component of the Dragon Clan's Territory. The smartest individuals are assigned as craftsmen to learn various forging techniques, learning from human and Dwarf Kragon craftsmen how to forge weapons and smelt ores.
The strongest individuals serve as hunters and warriors, responsible for hunting and finding food for the tribe and the Dragon clan's dependents. The most resilient individuals are assigned to the mines as miners to extract ores and treasures for the True Dragon's.
A portion is also assigned to the grasslands to become the Dragon clan's herders, domesticating and grazing the captured animals and beasts for the Dragon clan, such as white-horned wild oxen, giant antelopes, Earth Dragons, and reindeer, which are relatively docile animals.
Even the most scrawny Kobolds can undertake certain tasks, such as gathering mushrooms and wild vegetables in the forest as supplementary food, caring for the young in the clan, and training and domesticating captured young beasts.
Moreover, these Kobolds understand that their work contributes to the survival of the entire group. In some ways, Kobolds, as monster dependents who worship the True Dragon's and possess a high degree of collective consciousness, are more useful in Kalon's eyes than most dependents.
Just like those lazy and undisciplined Goblins, even under the management and supervision of the Kobold dependents, these chaotic creatures can only undertake tasks as servants and guards.
And this work is also prone to oversight, so these Green Goblins are regarded as consumables by the Dragon clan and their other dependents.
Wherever there is a shortage of manpower, Green Goblins can be used to fill the gap, and their loss is insignificant. However, these Goblins are also skilled at digging, so many Goblins are now employed by Kobolds, toiling in the dark mines.
Although there are also some quite intelligent Goblins who are naturally adept at doing business with other races, and have caught Kalon's attention, this is only a very small portion, not enough to change the status of the entire race.
"I will have Dwarf Kragon prioritize supplying you with weapons and armor, so you can equip yourselves with sharp weapons and sturdy armor. The grasslands will be your proving ground. Go conquer the weak and occupy their territories. Leave any insurmountable foes to the Giant True Dragon, and do not be overly reckless."
The Red Dragon stood up, its red scales shimmering with captivating beauty under the sunlight. In Kalon's heart, these Dragonkin and the Centaur Tribe were the primary military force under the Dragon clan.
They would become important assistants for the True Dragon's future expansion. Centaurs equipped with excellent armor and weapons are stronger than the meticulously trained cavalry of human kingdoms. This is an inherent racial advantage, difficult to compensate for.
Moreover, at Kalon's behest, Chiron would teach these Centaur Warriors the orthodox heritage of the former Centaur Tribe, greatly enhancing their combat power.
A force of two hundred heavily armored Centaur cavalry would be enough to defeat enemies several times their number. Even extraordinary warriors would be crushed into bloody mud under the iron hooves of the Centaur Warriors.
Thump!
The Centaur Warrior's massive iron fist heavily pounded his chest, his eyes gleaming with belligerent light. He lowered his head and said in a deep voice, "To fight for my master is my bounden duty. Chiron will not disappoint you."
"I will always be watching you," the Red Dragon's huge Dragon claw enveloped the Centaur Warrior's head. "Go, the Dragon's glory is with you."
The Centaur Warrior turned and stepped down from the mountain peak, his strong strides appearing exceptionally light.
Kalon's gaze turned to the Ogre Giant, who was sprawled on the ground, revealing a seductive silhouette.
Even in the eyes of the True Dragon's, Giant ogre Fafna was a perfect enchantress. Even though she was a slave and wore simple cloth clothing, it could not conceal her innate allure.
Her fair, rosy skin possessed a luster that even the most beautiful jade in the world could not compare to. Her uncommonly proportioned, smooth, long legs and bare, jade-like feet carried an unimaginable allure. Her full, moon-like bosom and peach-like hip line made every male who saw the Giant Monster feel a desire to conquer and ravage her.
Her crystal-clear, show-like face was exquisitely beautiful and charming. A casual glance from her rippling eyes and the movement of her moist, pink lips always carried a silent seduction and invitation, a natural, spontaneous charm far surpassing any artificial pretense.
This allure was difficult for even other juvenile True Dragon s to resist. However, these juvenile True Dragon s all knew that the succubus before them was the Red Dragon's private property, Kalon's female slave, and they could not offend or covet Kalon, so they quickly looked away.
Only Antagena and Klenaya, two female True Dragon s, stared menacingly at the Ogre Giant. Their gaze made the Giant Monster's sensitive spirit feel particularly pressured. Only the curious Pixie Raven flew around the Giant ogre; this Little pixie Raven also loved beauty.
Even Kalon, who had seen countless illusory beauties, had to admit that the Giant ogre before him was the epitome of beauty and charm combined. However, this did not influence Kalon's thoughts.
The Red Dragon lowered his head, looking down at the Giant ogre, who was sprawled on the ground, unconsciously trembling and causing a ripple in her hips. His deep voice stirred a wave in the Giant ogre's ear, "Fafna, my slave,"
Fafna the Ogre Giant heard the Red Dragon's voice and immediately crawled like a small puppy to the Red Dragon's feet. Her slender, jade-like fingers cupped the Giant True Dragon's claw that was resting on the ground. Her tender pink lips kissed the back of the Red Dragon's paw, and then she spoke, "My master, your female slave Fafna listens to your will."
"Heh," a hint of amusement rose in Kalon's vertical pupils. Due to his initial poor impression of the Ogre Giant, he did not trust Fafna.
It wasn't that he thought the Giant Monster was difficult to control, but simply a matter of initial impression and attitude. So Kalon did not meet Fafna after returning to his territory, still allowing the Centaur Tribe to enslave these Ogres as before.
And the sensitive spirit of Giant ogre Fafna had also discovered this issue, which is why she was so humble and ingratiating, because the Red Dragon before her could easily control her life and death.
However, the True Dragon's territory currently lacked talent. Fafna was intelligent enough and quite adaptable, as could be seen from her earlier greetings.
The Dragonborne Centaur Warrior Chiron was influenced by Kalon's bloodline radiation, so his eyes only saw Kalon as his master. While he showed enough respect to the other young True Dragon s, he would not treat them like a god as he did Kalon.
Fafna was different. Although she acknowledged herself as the Red Dragon's humble slave, she also showed respect and greetings to the other True Dragon s. This was the difference in their personalities and ways of handling things.
So Kalon planned to have Fafna participate in the management of some territorial affairs to lighten the Giant True Dragon's burden.
"I can give you an opportunity, Fafna, an opportunity to improve your living conditions," Kalon's vertical pupils were filled with rationality and indifference. The Giant ogre, whose allure was comparable to a succubus, did not stir a single ripple in his eyes. His voice was low and calm.
Fafna quickly kissed the Red Dragon's paw, then blinked her large, watery eyes, looking up at the Red Dragon's lowered gaze. Her voice, soft as a whisper, said, "Ah, great master, Fafna obeys your will, hoping only to gain your favor and praise!"
"Very good," Kalon's booming voice echoed in Fafna's ear. He said, "Manage the seaside town well for me and the True Dragon. You will be appointed as the town's political officer. Your duties will be told to you by Kari. Do not disappoint me, Fafna."
Fafna the Ogre Giant widened her moist eyes, her voluptuous body trembling, creating a dazzling white ripple. She had not expected that as the lowest of slaves, she would be so heavily relied upon by the Red Dragon.
One must know that in the gradually established order of the territory, a political officer was equivalent to an administrative officer in charge of a town, possessing great power. Even the True Dragon's security officers would be under their jurisdiction.
She had thought that the Red Dragon before her simply wanted to toy with her body. In the eyes of other races, the Red Dragon had a long history of such behavior.
And the entire True Dragon race had an even more notorious reputation; even with those lowly and unintelligent beasts, these True Dragon s would go after them when in heat.
Moreover, she knew her own charm and allure. One must know that ancient demigod sirens could even charm gods, though not necessarily with success.
Her glistening, watery eyes blinked for a long time before Fafna came back to her senses. Her fair forehead bumped against the Red Dragon's paw, and her soft, almost moaning voice rang out,
"I obey your command, my Lord!"