Ye Ting had not followed the trail far when he heard repeated dragon roars, hoofbeats, and voices speaking in some strange language.
It seemed this was the new battlefield between the centaurs and the young dragon.
He quickened his pace, and before long, the true battlefield came into view.
This was a clearing in the forest—no, it had not originally been a clearing. The fierce battle and scorching dragon breath had utterly destroyed the trees here, creating a battlefield.
At the center of the battlefield was a half-grown fire dragon. It was four or five meters long, covered in black, sturdy scales. The sharp spines along its back had already formed, and a gentle flap of its long wings stirred up a gale.
It was Norbert, but it had grown several times larger than it had been a week ago. It no longer had the malformed appearance of a hatchling.
Around it stood a group of strange creatures, about ten in all. Above the waist, they were human, with red hair and beards, but below the waist, they had gleaming reddish-brown horse bodies, with long red tails trailing behind them.
They were naked save for ornaments woven from grass and plants. Armed with spears and bows, they continuously attacked the fire dragon. They appeared to hold a great advantage, but their attacks could not penetrate the dragon's sturdy scales.
Norbert, however, was different. Though surrounded, it had suffered little injury. Instead, it had inflicted a number of casualties on the centaurs.
Using its ability to fly, it repeatedly took off and dove down. Every dive posed an enormous threat to the centaurs. Neither its dragon breath nor its sharp fangs was something they could withstand.
Its constantly beating wings also effectively disrupted the centaurs' arrows, preventing them from damaging the