"Your Majesty Arata... are you serious?"
Takeshi asked again and again in disbelief. In our current situation, let alone finding you a partner, surviving is a problem.
"That's my plan," Arata said.
It's not his fault; who made this system pop up in his mind suddenly? After taking a rough look, to put it simply, the more descendants he has, the more rewards he can get. Now he is eager to know what reward he will receive.
Generally speaking, according to the arrogant character of the giant dragon, it is absolutely impossible for other races to inherit their blood. But the character of the giant dragon is such that it results in a large number of dragon beasts.
"No... no, Your Majesty Arata, which race do you want to find a partner from?"
Takeshi sighed heavily. Forget it, as long as His Majesty Arata is happy. At present, the companions that His Majesty Arata can find are almost very few. Anyway, His Majesty would definitely look down on the monsters.
As Takeshi, who has followed His Majesty Arata for two years, he is well aware of His Majesty Arata's aesthetics. Even the most beautiful wolf man in their tribe, His Majesty would not look down on him.
"We'll talk about it when the time comes. We'll move on tomorrow morning and rest tonight."
The injuries were too severe. Even if Arata wanted to leave this dangerous zone as soon as possible, he couldn't do it. He will definitely avenge this defeat.
"I understand, Your Majesty Arata. I will follow your will."
After Takeshi left Arata's side, he encouraged the monsters in the cave again. He did his job well.
...
The next day, when the first ray of morning light shone into the entrance of the cave, Takeshi woke up first.
"Don't sleep, little ones! Wake up! Get ready to move!"
Takeshi raised his head subconsciously to cover the glare of the sun in front of him. He stood up and lightly kicked the nearby gnolls with his feet. The wolves woke up one after another, got up, and picked up their tattered stone axes and wooden shields. Of course, there is still a small part that will never wake up. Their injuries were too serious. To have survived until last night was considered a miracle.
"Chief Takeshi, they are dead," a jackal stepped forward and said.
"I see. Bury them. It is their honor to die for His Majesty. May their souls be summoned by King Yeenoghu!"
Takeshi clenched his right hand into a fist and placed it on his chest. He prayed for the brothers who died. This is a ritual for monsters. Yeenoghu, the rumored King of the Gnolls, although he is not on this continent, his legend is well known among the Gnolls. He is the king in the hearts of most jackals. After the legendary death, the wolf man, as long as he has a brave and fearless soul, can be summoned by Yeenoghu to become his people and then be resurrected and reborn.
"That... Chief Takeshi, all the goblins are dead, and there are only four or five werewolves left," the Gnoll reported the latest situation.
"Bury them too. I will report to His Majesty Arata. You wait for His Majesty's will."
Takeshi waved his hand, turned, and walked into the cave.
"Have you heard what Chief Takeshi said! Quick! Bury them!"
"Yes!"
The jackals who could still move picked up their axes and started digging. The Gnoll, who had lost his weapon, simply squatted down and dug a hole with his claws.
"Leave whenever you're ready."
Before Takeshi could go in, Arata walked out by himself ahead of time. After a night of self-recovery from the injury, the blood flowing outside had already dried up. The damaged wound had already grown immature dragon scales, like bamboo shoots after rain, growing extremely fast. This is the metamorphosis of the dragon.
If there had been something to eat last night that could quickly replenish Arata's strength, his recovery speed could have been faster.
"His Majesty Arata!!!"
Seeing their own king appear, the monsters stopped what they were doing and knelt down to Arata.
"Takeshi, let's go when you're ready. I have a feeling that that b**ch will definitely come after us."
Arata had this feeling somehow. Girls deserve to be the female red dragon who invaded his own territory and defeated him in the end.
"Yes, Your Majesty Arata."
Takeshi waved his hand immediately: "Boys! Make your movements quicker!"
"Yes! Chief Takeshi!"
The speed of the gnolls was much faster. In less than a blink of an eye, the dead companions were buried.
Then Arata flapped his dragon wings slightly, setting off a small hurricane, and the 25-meter-long red dragon wings spread out. The huge body staggered and flew up.
After a whole night, he was finally able to fly again. This was the first defeat he had suffered since leaving the lair. It also made Arata understand that growing up is not easy.
When Arata and the monsters had just left, a red figure landed at the door of the cave where Arata had been resting. The whole body exuded a fiery breath. The aura of the superior belonging to the red dragon was evident at a glance. The strong wind generated by the slight flapping of the dragon's wings made the surrounding woods bow down.
"Gone?"
The female red dragon frowned.
"Queen Katrina, the scent has gone over there. Shall we continue to pursue it?" A monster came to Katrina's side. He had three heads, from left to right: the head of a dragon, the head of a lion, and the head of a sheep. There were a pair of red dragon wings similar to red dragons on the back, and a red dragon tail extending from it.
A monster with five-color dragon blood in its legend, Chimera. The proud Chimera will not submit to anyone except the five-color dragon because the chimera became one of the dragon's favorite subordinates. Loyal and powerful.
"No, stabilize our territory. It's just a lost dog, just let it run away."
Katrina shook her head. If it wasn't for the great Tiamatron mother's face yesterday, she would have killed Arata long ago.
...
On the other side, Arata took the monsters and quickly left the mountain range. They came to a plain that he had never been to before. After the dangerous feeling in his heart disappeared, he slowed down.
The jackals running on the ground saw their majesty slow down and finally had a little time to breathe.
"Stop."
Boom~
Arata landed lightly on the ground, giving the monsters a chance to rest. He didn't feel tired, but the monsters were different. What if they were exhausted?
Now he only has these guys left, and he absolutely can't afford any more losses. Otherwise, wouldn't he become a polished commander?
"Aww~ Your Majesty Arata, I smell humans."