Tale of the Red Dragon Without Dragon’s Might
Chapter 231 - 230 Shameless Red Dragon

Chapter 231: Chapter 230 Shameless Red Dragon

The cruising speed of a dragon is not particularly fast—tens to a hundred kilometers per hour at most—but with a full effort and powerful wing beats, speeds of several hundred kilometers per hour are achievable. While it’s not comparable to modern jet planes, it effortlessly surpasses the speed of World War II fighter aircraft.

Leon took only ten minutes to reach the Elf City Danalan. Danalan was a stunning city composed of garden-like lawns and terraces lush with trees. The residences were designed to blend seamlessly into the natural landscape, merging with the greenery. Some of the tall and grand houses featured balconies stretching out from towering trees...

What an extraordinary city it was! In comparison, Watchtower Port felt like a random roadside pebble. It reminded Leon of the Elf city Rivendell from a movie he had watched long ago, *Lord of the Rings.*

Other Red Dragons might dismiss its beauty outright, eager to burn the Elf City to ashes with a single Flame Breath. However, Leon—possessing a human soul—couldn’t bear to destroy such magnificence. Instead, he wished to possess it. For this reason, he didn’t land directly in the city’s center but instead launched a blast of Samadhi True Fire as a greeting.

He should have visited earlier—why hadn’t he come before now?

Leon circled above Danalan once before landing on the outskirts of the city. As soon as he touched down, waves of Elf troops swarmed out to meet him. Among them were warriors, Rangers, and spellcasters.

Leon rose to his full height, extended a hand, and donned his Dragon Armor, then equipped himself with the Dragon’s Jaw and Tear Claw. Though the name *Clothing and Undressing Skill* sounded unimpressive, it was undeniably practical. With a simple gesture, he pulled the massive Catastrophe Blade out of thin air and planted it into the ground, radiating an imposing aura.

"Red Dragon, why have you invaded our territory?" asked a spirited Elf woman clad in exquisitely forged Secret Silver Armor as she approached with her hand on her sword.

"Red Dragon?" Leon stretched his neck toward the Elf woman, causing quite a commotion among the troops. "Do you not know who I am?"

Elves, who had little interest in the fast-paced changes of human society, often paid scant attention to external affairs. Nonetheless, they were aware of nearby happenings—including the tales of a strange and formidable Red Dragon named Leon who had taken over Watchtower Port and could wield a sword.

The Elf woman pursed her lips before saying, "Leon, Red Dragon Leon."

"Red Dragon Leon?" Leon pressed further. "Do I not deserve a title—something like ’Lord Leon,’ perhaps?"

Standing before the Red Dragon, one could truly understand its terrifying presence—far exceeding imagination. Leon’s relentless questioning left the Elf woman pale-faced. Her initial boldness had dissipated, and now her speech was stammering: "Of-of course... L-Lord Leon."

Hearing the Elf woman’s address, Leon burst into laughter.

"No need to scare the young ones, Lord Leon," came the voice of a middle-aged, dashing Elf man who arrived belatedly.

This middle-aged Elf appeared quite powerful—the strongest humanoid Leon had encountered in years. But that was all; it didn’t prevent Leon from chuckling mischievously. "She is young? Then what does that make me? I’m merely a teenage Red Dragon. By any standard, I’m younger than her, aren’t I?"

Elves, with their long lifespans, consider twenty or thirty years to still be youthful. The Elf woman was certainly not a youth nor a teenager; her presence indicated she had undergone years of rigorous training to become a strong warrior—otherwise, she wouldn’t have stepped forward.

The middle-aged Elf seriously studied Leon; indeed, the Red Dragon still seemed immature.

Who could have imagined that a teenage Red Dragon could have garnered such reputation—slaughtering Frost Giant villages one after another, hunting down an adult Red Dragon... Even the young Green Dragon, who had been driven off by a coordinated attack earlier, seemed more aligned with expectations. The middle-aged Elf opened his mouth but didn’t know what to say for a moment.

"Lord Leon is still a teenage dragon, is he? Truly impressive for one so young," the Elf man finally said, forcing the compliment.

"Thank you for your praise," Leon flicked his tongue. "I have not yet caught your name."

The middle-aged Elf immediately replied, "Lord Leon may call me Eran. I am the General responsible for defending Danalan."

"Can you make decisions here?" Leon tilted his head, flapping his wings. "You should have a good idea why I’ve come. I’m here to demand an explanation."

"You injured my subordinate," Leon snarled. "What is your punishment for such a crime?"

The Elf woman interjected, "It was that Green Dragon who attacked us first, using Poison Breath. One of our people is still bedridden because of it. We had no choice but to retaliate."

"Even if she was ninety-nine percent at fault, there’s still one percent on your side, isn’t there?" Leon squinted disdainfully, embodying shamelessness. "She’s just a young lady who got frustrated and spat some venom—did you really need to gang up on her and beat her mercilessly?"

"You Elves..." Leon’s gaze swept over them, unable to distinguish between High Elves and Wood Elves. "I’ve never seen such brazen shamelessness."

"She’s not a person—she’s a dragon, a Green Dragon," the Elf woman argued, her chest heaving in frustration at Leon’s words.

"Yes, she’s a dragon, but she’s also a young lady," Leon smirked. "Being a dragon doesn’t mean you’re entitled to gang up on her, does it? Or are you suggesting that you, the Elves, consider yourselves inferior to dragons—mere goblins who only win through numbers?"

As Elves, they were undeniably proud; even when faced with dragons, they would never admit to being inferior. The Elf woman wanted to refute Leon but couldn’t find the words in her flustered state. Frustrated, she finally spat, "You’re shameless."

"Resorting to insults when defeated in an argument?" Leon sneered. "It seems Elves really aren’t that impressive after all."

Eran stepped in to block the Elf woman and prevent her from speaking further. Raising his head to look at Leon, he said, "Lord Leon isn’t here to argue, is he? Let’s get to business. What is your objective for visiting us today?"

"I want an answer—a response regarding your attack on my subordinate," Leon said, chin held high.

If it had been the youthful Green Dragon, Eran felt confident he could defeat her in ten blows. But against this peculiar Red Dragon, he lacked such certainty. "What kind of response does Lord Leon desire?" Eran asked.

"I don’t wish to see such a beautiful city reduced to flames," Leon issued a threat.

"Ten thousand Gold Coins—not for me, but as compensation for my subordinate," Leon demanded.

Leon didn’t want to destroy the picturesque Elf city or provoke the Elves too harshly. Frankly, he was wary; despite his reputation, he was far from unbeatable. Ten thousand Gold Coins would suffice to placate Cecilia and serve as a token response to the matter.

"Ever since I took over Watchtower Port, I’ve noticed that no Elves have come for trade. Should I interpret this as discrimination toward me?" Of course, Leon wouldn’t stop at just ten thousand Gold Coins; that alone wouldn’t satisfy his appetite.

"Spare me your excuses," Leon said. "Starting today, all your trade must go through Watchtower Port. Can you manage that?"

Leon released the Catastrophe Blade and raised his hands, speaking loftily: "I’m not robbing you; I’m not demanding tribute—thousands of Gold Coins each month. I’m not driving you away. I’m merely asking for normal trade to resume—is that not generous and magnanimous enough?"

Leon’s strategy was clear: progress slowly. For now, he was only requesting trade agreements; later, he would demand more. Once the door to concessions was opened, subsequent demands would follow. This was the essence of gradual encroachment.

"May we have some time to consider it?" Eran deliberated aloud.

"You may," Leon granted. "I’ll allow you three days’ time to contemplate."

"Very well," the Elf woman said. "You should leave now."

"Rest assured, I’ll leave—but not before destroying this gate," Leon declared with malice. He felt the need to display his strength. "You’re welcome to attack me, but know that anyone who attacks me should be prepared for repercussions."

Leon let out a fierce roar, radiating a menacing aura. Surprisingly, the Elves didn’t flee or panic. As he pondered, he recalled the existence of the Maze Lock.

A Maze Lock was a magical field capable of altering the rules of reality on a large scale. Some variations could fend off invasions from dragons, Drow, Mind Flayers, shapeshifters, and other species. Others could nullify Detection Magic and Teleportation Magic, granting all Elves within its radius multiple magical protections, including the ability to fly freely in the skies.

Indeed, the Elf City was extraordinary—no comparison to the likes of Watchtower Port. Even so, Leon wasn’t fazed. He raised his sword and struck at the gate, which didn’t break—clearly, it was magically protected.

"Not bad at all," Leon muttered. He unleashed a blast of Samadhi True Fire to destroy the magical protection on the gate, then pushed it open with a simple shove.

At the same time, the Elves didn’t sit idly by. Arrows rained down in torrents, accompanied by colorful beams and rays, targeting Leon. Yet, none of it fazed his Vajra Body.

Despite his words, Leon refrained from attacking the Elves unnecessarily, except for those who directly confronted him. Against individuals who got in his face, he used an immobilization spell followed by a light claw swipe to neutralize them easily. For annoying Druids and mages, he favored a blast of Hand Palm Bomb.

With his Mana intact, Leon was invincible—though his Mana consumption was high, making extended battles impractical. After destroying the gate, he tore off two scales, using the Downy Hairs technique to summon two Red Dragon clones. Observing his Mana depletion nearing half, he decided to leave promptly.

"That’s all for today," Leon announced arrogantly as he swaggered away. "We’ll meet again in three days."