novelraw Chapter 92 The Red Dragon Needs No Trash
Chapter 92 The Red Dragon Needs No Trash
"So, you bunch of good-for-nothings can't even defeat some half-human, half-beast bastards?"
Thor slowly walked out of the cave, his gaze sweeping over the defeated evil creatures below the cliff.
Compared to before they set out, their numbers have decreased by about a quarter, with the vast majority dying at the hands of the beastmen, while others simply fled the area.
Thor was not surprised by this, after all, it was the nature of evil creatures, but it did nothing to quell the raging fire burning in his heart.
They had just submitted to me, but after a single defeat, they immediately defected. These utterly disloyal fellows should all be burned to ashes!
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"Leaving aside the dead, what about those that escaped? Did you just stand by and watch them get away?"
Thor turned his gaze to the gnolls gathered below and growled a question.
The jackals, who were huddled together cautiously and fearfully, couldn't help but shudder upon hearing this. The leader, Lie Mo, cautiously began to explain.
"The scene was too chaotic, a complete mess, there was no way to keep an eye on things, so..."
A scorching ray suddenly flashed past, completely silencing the gnoll's unfinished words.
The extreme heat instantly vaporized its head, its body swayed, and it collapsed limply to the ground.
As a red dragon, Thor never believed in excuses, nor did he need any reasons. In his eyes, such useless trash had no reason to exist.
This sudden attack startled the other evil creatures around them, causing them to tremble with fear that they would be the next to suffer.
A palpable sense of dread filled the air, manifesting as fleeting fragments of essence beneath Thor's line of sight, serving as further clues.
After accumulating these past few days, and after deducting daily consumption, my essence balance has finally surpassed the 600 mark.
"I don't want to hear any excuses! Before those traitors get too far, find them, wipe them all out, leave no one alive!"
When the red dragon uttered a new command, the evil creatures gathered below breathed a sigh of relief.
They immediately responded loudly and rushed out in all directions in a panic, as if they would lose their lives if they were even a step slower.
In a short while, the evil creatures that had gathered below the cliff dispersed completely, leaving only the headless corpse of the gnoll leader, whose body was still twitching slightly.
Such cruel and tyrannical acts will inevitably lead to the betrayal of more evil creatures.
But Thor didn't care. These lowly creatures were as numerous as weeds in the wilderness; even if they all fled, new ones would sprout up again after a while.
Therefore, in his eyes, they were not true companions at all, but merely tools for collecting spiritual essence, a cheap consumable.
But despite his indifference, the pride flowing in the blood of the red dragon made Thor absolutely intolerant of any creature daring to defy his will.
With a flap of his wings, he took to the air and flew towards the beastmen's camp, wanting to see where these guys got their guts.
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As the last rays of the setting sun were about to sink below the horizon, large bonfires were already burning in the orc camp built amidst the mountains.
Some short ratmen and slender werewolves darted swiftly across the previous battlefield, retrieving the arrows they had fired and delivering the final blow to any creatures still alive.
The beast-like creature, over three meters tall and resembling a humanoid tiger, stood quietly on the low wall, lost in thought.
The previous battle left him completely baffled. Why would evil creatures of different races gather together and attack them all at once?
In his view, this was an extremely unwise move. After all, the beastmen were not a small force in this mountain range, and even the orcs to the north would not easily clash with them.
So, what is the purpose of those evil creatures doing this? Do they want something from them, or are they being driven by other creatures?
The tall tiger-man couldn't think of an answer for a moment. He glanced at the ratmen and werewolves busy outside the low wall, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes, and turned back to the camp.
These guys aren't just looting; they're also picking out ingredients.
Although he also accepted the bestial nature within him, he had not yet degenerated to the point of feeding on intelligent beings.
"Perhaps Brug, who comes from a wild society, will have a different perspective on this battle. We might as well ask him."
As the tall tiger-man's figure disappeared behind the low wall, the werewolves and ratmen rummaging through the pile of corpses looked up and gave him a disdainful look.
They've already embraced their inner beast, yet they still cling to those pointless principles—it's so hypocritical it's nauseating.
"Did you see the look in that guy's eyes just now? Does he really think he's still the noble knight he used to be?"
"I can't hold back any longer. I'll secretly kill him tonight! All I need is a small vial of poison..."
"Wait a little longer, wait a little longer. That old bear is not easy to deal with, and there's also that secret technique of the Beast Spirit..."
Soft conversations drifted through the air as several werewolves and ratmen lowered their heads, a hint of crimson flickering in their green eyes.
Just then, a loud whooshing sound came from afar, and the surrounding environment quickly lit up, as if the campfire in the camp had been moved closer.
Several beastmen looked up in surprise, only to find that five fireballs the size of cartwheels had appeared in the sky and were hurtling towards them.
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The distance of several tens of kilometers is covered in a short time for Thor, who is flying at high speed.
The dragon's advanced vision and night vision allowed him to see clearly from afar the camp surrounded by low hills, the corpses scattered at the boundary with the outside world, and the dark figures groping furtively among the corpses.
Seeing this, he did not hesitate at all. His magic surged and he unleashed a burst of rock-burst breath.
Five enormous fireballs tumbled through the air, leaving long trails of flame as they crashed down like meteors.
A deafening explosion rang out, and a rising mushroom cloud of fire illuminated the night sky, blasting the shadowy figures and the corpses on the ground into countless fragments.
The camp, which had just quieted down, was awakened once again. One after another, beastmen with heads of various animals hurriedly picked up the weapons they had just put down and rushed to the low wall outside the camp.
This time, however, they were no longer greeted by those weak, evil creatures.
Not far away on the horizon, a crimson figure hovered in mid-air. Its wide wings made it look like a giant inverted cross, and a dazzling light was flashing from its half-open, ferocious mouth.