Evolving Silver Dragon

18 017 Honor You as King_1

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Nolan Forest covered a vast area, naturally nurturing a large number of various monster clans.

Even though Cassiopeia had been working here for decades, she had only conquered a few monsters.

The Lizardman Clan had never been a powerful monster clan. If it weren’t for their alliance with Cassiopeia, which allowed them to avoid direct confrontation with many powerful monster clans, their survival in Nolan Forest would have been even more difficult.

For the safety and future of the clan, Saru had studied many other monster clans living in Nolan Forest.

After following Saru’s advice, Otto’s first target was the ogres.

These ogres living near the Lizardman Clan’s territory could barely be considered a clan; more than a dozen loosely gathered together, perhaps it would be more appropriate to call them a gang.

This also indicated that this group of ogres was easier to defeat, and since they sometimes encroached upon nearby Lizardmen who were out hunting for food, Saru had been displeased with these ogres for a long time.

Many Ogre Clans, or smaller gangs like this one, existed within Nolan Forest, and they occasionally engaged in crude transactions with each other.

However, they were quite foolish, unable to even count to ten with their fingers right before their eyes. Occasionally, more intelligent subspecies like Two-headed Ogres or Ogre Magicians would emerge among them, but none were present in this gang.

Contrary to their intelligence, most ogres possessed formidable combat abilities. Adult ogres could grow between three to four meters tall and had immense strength.

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This was also the reason why this small group of ogres, numbering only a dozen or so, was able to occupy a large territory in the surrounding area.

From a high ground, Otto and Saru hid and observed the ogres from a distance. Most of them were adult males, with only a few females and no young.

Ogres, whether male or female, were very strong, which made them difficult enemies for the Lizardman Clan. To defeat an ogre head-on usually required the assistance of five or six lizardmen.

But for Otto, it might just take a bit more effort.

Before this, Saru and Otto made a deal: as long as Otto was willing to share the ogres’ hunting grounds with the Lizardman Clan, they would help Otto hunt and send troops to help him defeat the ogres.

Otto agreed, so Saru brought a team of the strongest Lizardman warriors to help with the battle.

The battle began, with Otto initiating the attack. Relying on his own thick skin and toughness, he swooped down from the sky as the ogres leaned against tree trunks to rest.

Through practice over these days, he had already become proficient in using his newly grown wings.

Perhaps it was due to once being human, but Otto preferred to attack with his front claws.

“Haha, do you know the technique of descending from the sky with a palm strike!”

The foolish ogres, of course, couldn’t understand Otto’s dark humor or strange pronunciation.

They had no concept of standing guard or keeping watch, and only after one of their unfortunate comrades had his head crushed by Otto did the group of ogres roar, reaching for the clubs and spears beside them, advancing towards Otto with heavy steps, preparing to counterattack.

But as they approached, Otto quickly flew up into the sky, leaving only the headless corpse of an ogre behind.

A few ogres with spears lifted their heads and launched an attack at the airborne Otto, but he deftly evaded them.

Before they could launch a second attack, Saru’s Lizardman squad arrived.

“Grease Skill!”

Saru once again used this spell that had once put Otto at a slight disadvantage, but this time the target was the ogres, and the results were even better.

The foolish ogres couldn’t understand why the ground beneath their feet suddenly became as slippery as grease. Before their small brains could process it, most of the ogres had already fallen to the ground.The Lizardman squad naturally wouldn’t pass up this opportunity. They carried crude spears made of wood and stone on their backs, which, while primitive, had decent killing power when amplified by their strong muscles.

The Ogres on the ground roared angrily as their large size, which they usually relied on, became a massive burden.

Like one cumbersome target after another, they were soon all filled with the Lizardmen’s spears.

Thanks to the Ogres’ thick armor and strong vitality, such attacks were not enough to kill them, but the pain only served to enrage them further.

Struggling to stand, they pulled the spears from their bodies and used them as weapons, intending to attack the smaller Lizardmen around them.

But they had forgotten about Otto, the one who had initiated the attack. Under Saru’s command, the Lizardmen quickly retreated.

Blazing Flame Breath washed over the clustered Ogres, turning all but two of them into charcoal in the inferno.

The two lucky survivors, covered in wounds, threw their weapons aside and knelt on the ground, begging Otto for mercy.

Saru originally wanted his Lizardman warriors to kill these two Ogres, but after looking at Otto, he left the decision to him.

“We beg for mercy. We will obey.”

The Ogres could only speak a few simple common words and lain on the ground trembling, trying their best to pronounce each strange-sounding word.

It seemed communication wasn’t impossible, and Otto suddenly didn’t want to kill these two Ogres anymore.

Living in Nolan Forest and facing Cassiopeia or even that unseen Red Dragon, the pressure was truly overwhelming for him alone.

So, he wanted to enlist followers of his own…

Compared to dragons, Ogres were more willing to serve giants or Titans, but when it came to their own lives, that was another story.

With his crimson eyes fixed on the two Ogres, Otto’s deep voice sounded like a demon’s growl.

“Submit or die!”

Without hesitation, the Ogres gave up their freedom and became the first followers of Otto in Nolan Forest…

Saru had no objections to this. Of course, even if he did, he wouldn’t dare to voice them.

The somewhat elderly Lizardman leader looked at Otto with complicated expressions in his eyes, as if he understood something.

Perhaps there was a better way to get along between them than simply cooperating with this formidable young dragon.

It was the Lizardman squad’s responsibility to clean up the battlefield. They sliced off the unburnt parts of the Ogre corpses to store as food.

They then searched through the Ogres’ territory but only found moldy furs and old helmets.

Ogres were greedy and liked to collect treasures, but their definition of treasures left much to be desired.

Otto lay lazily on a clearing, with his two newly acquired Ogre minions dutifully standing by his side like a pair of guardian statues.

It seemed Saru had made a decision. He slowly approached Otto, knelt down respectfully, and gave an oath of allegiance as the leader of the Lizardman Clan.

This gesture surprised Otto greatly, but Saru bowed his head, spoke reverently: “Honorable King Otto, on behalf of the Lizardman Clan, I pledge my allegiance to you, recognizing you as our king, and becoming your subjects!”