The white dragon that slaughtered their entire tribe was the weakest dragon, ranking last among the five-colored evil dragons, while the red dragon was ranked first and was the strongest of the five-colored evil dragons.
There is actually a five-colored evil dragon here in my teacher's place. I have always heard that my teacher is a dragon descendant.
So he lived for hundreds of years, but he never expected that he would actually have a dragon brother.
The scene of the white dragon appearing ten years ago still lingers in his mind. The fear of dragons and the desire for the dragon's power have always been hidden in his heart.
After his people paid a huge price to drive away the white dragon, he secretly swore in his heart that one day, when he grew up, he would kill a giant dragon.
It is said that bathing in dragon blood will make one's body indestructible and extremely powerful.
"Don't worry about him, Renekton. I received some very good materials yesterday. I should be able to make you a bow and a giant axe." The old orc stepped forward and patted his apprentice on the shoulder and said.
The monster tusks that guy brought yesterday are indeed very good weapon materials. They should be able to be forged into more than ten weapons, which is just enough to give a pair to his apprentice.
Battle axes and bows and arrows have always been standard equipment for orc warriors and hunters. Axes are used for close combat, and bows and arrows are used for long-range attacks.
"A red dragon, teacher, with my current strength, can I defeat a red dragon?" Renekton asked with a little excitement.
After finally encountering a red dragon, which is also the brother of his teacher, Renekton really wants to compete with him.
"Oh, young man, you are quite courageous, but it is unlikely that you can defeat a red dragon." At this moment, Grodus, who had changed into a human form, walked out of the tent and spoke.
After being tricked by King Red last night, he couldn't sleep all night, so he left his tent early in the morning and happened to hear the conversation between the orc master and apprentice.
This little orc actually wants to challenge a dragon, are you kidding me?
Even with the master's current abnormal strength, he is no match for me if he doesn't rely on monsters.
Dragons are inherently different from other races. They are born to be at the top of the food chain. As long as they reach adulthood, they basically have no natural enemies.
"Who are you?" Looking at the red-haired human man walking towards him, Renekton asked, while looking at his teacher in confusion.
"He is my brother, the red dragon. Adult dragons have the ability to change their appearance. Sometimes they become elves, and sometimes they become humans." Holm said.
"Really? Then Mr. Red Dragon, can you compete with me?" Renekton looked at Grodus and said with a little excitement.
"Oh! Hahaha! My brother, can I play with your little apprentice?" Grodes looked at the old orc and said with a mocking look on his face.
"Rekton, know your place. You are still an apprentice, and you definitely don't have the power to defeat a dragon." His disciple has good talent and understanding, and his physical strength is also very strong.
But the common problems of orcs, such as arrogance, recklessness, and poor brains, were all reflected in him.
"Roar!" Renekton ignored his teacher, roared angrily, and rushed towards Grodus with his fists waving.
Looking at the young orc rushing towards him, Grodus let out a scornful laugh and stood there without moving.
He used his head to take the orc boy's punch.
Boy, let me show you a dragon's physical qualities and the toughness of its scales! Don't assume everyone is as perverted as my master.
With a crack, the young orc knelt on the ground, clutching his fist; his hand was broken.
"Don't hurt him, Grodus." The old orc said immediately.
This pure red dragon brother of his is very powerful, and even among the adult red dragon group, he is among the best. After all, their father is a mutated legendary black flame dragon.
Having inherited his bloodline, Grodus is much stronger than the average red dragon.
"You are so stupid. You have no idea how big the gap between us is. Don't worry, my brother, I won't argue with your little disciple. Maybe one day when I sleep, he will be buried in the ground." Grodes said with a smile.
The young orc Renekton was greatly shocked at this time. He swung his fist with all his strength and hit the opponent's head directly, but the result was that his fist was fractured and the opponent was not hurt.
However, Renekton made a note of one thing: next time if he wanted to hit a dragon's head, he should not use his fists, but an axe.
"It's quite lively, Grodus and old orc, you guys got up quite early!" Dress yawned and said, covering his old waist.
My waist hurts.
As expected, just like cows, there is no such thing as a field that has been plowed to pieces. My brother’s physical fitness is indeed very strong, but Jinar is also a giver. With the core of a legendary Warcraft, her physical fitness is not much worse than mine, and is even slightly stronger.
"If you want to learn the ways of the Beast King Hunter well in the days ahead, it's best to maintain your physical health." Seeing Dress appear to be overindulging, the old orc spoke.
"Ahem! I understand." Dress said slightly embarrassedly.
Ginar, who was behind Dress, was also slightly embarrassed, but fortunately, Dress had good physical fitness and should be able to handle it.
"Master, just now a very interesting young orc wanted to experience the power of the dragon clan, so I let him see the strength of the dragon clan." Grodes said.
"Come on, stop wandering around. I haven't settled the score with you yet for tricking King Red into eating shit last night." Dress said with a roll of his eyes.
Every monster has a close connection with him. How could he not know that this stupid dragon tricked King Red into eating shit?
"Ahem!" A certain red dragon was a little embarrassed because his owner knew that he had eaten shit yesterday.
Damn King Red, just wait for me, you bastard, you actually dare to tell tales.
"Okay, Mr. Dress, please follow me. Today I will teach you the formal way of hunting. This is my disciple, named Renekton. He will study with you for the next period of time. Renekton greets the guests." said the old orc.
Renekton? Why does this name sound familiar?
Big crocodile? You don't look like a crocodile?
"Hello." The young orc stood up, covering his injured hand, and bowed to Dress.
"Hello."
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