"Dragon's medicine...... It's not for people......"

The next morning, when the medical dog opened his eyes, he let out such a sigh, his voice was hoarse, his face was haggard, and the whole person seemed to have lost ten pounds, let alone turn over and get up, even if he didn't have the strength to move his arms. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Not to mention him, even Angelina, who participated in the peak next to him, was not much better, the luster on his skin seemed to have decreased by a small half, although his face was not as pale as his, but it was no longer as ruddy as before, and the two of them were covered with sweat after overwork.

Practice brings true knowledge, he finally knows why the dragon clan has a lot of blood all over the world, and behind the feelings that enter the soul, in addition to the medicinal effect of breaking the reproductive isolation, it also has the effect of increasing the amount of sperm and eggs on both sides, and it is ten times the normal dose......

Except for those pure-blooded dragon clans who dare to take their bodies to go to the sky, there are really not many races that dare to do this, if it weren't for the medical dog who saw the opportunity early last night and poured ten times the dose of stamina potion and energy recovery potion for himself and Angelina respectively, if it weren't for the fact that there was still a trace of black dragon blood in this body, I am afraid that there would already be a thin and human-like Angelina and a dead medical dog who was simply skinny and hollow.

Struggling to raise his arm, holding a bottle of energy-restoring potion to his mouth, Chamberlain opened his mouth and wanted to drink, but he was really too weak, the hand holding the potion bottle was trembling, and more than half of the potion poured out was directly sprinkled on his face and chest.

The strong smell of medicine stimulated Angelina next to her to wake up, she opened her hazy sleepy eyes, it seemed that even the light in her eyes was a little less than before, only to hear her moan, and then stretched out her hand to help Chamberlain stabilize his trembling right hand, and her coquettish and lazy voice was also hoarse: "What kind of medicine did you get out last night?"

Hearing this question, the medical dog almost choked himself to death, coughed several times in a row, and then said hesitantly: "The latest improved version of the ancient elf potion, I didn't know it would be so dangerous, if it weren't for the fact that I had enough potions in my hand, I was afraid that the two of us would become the biggest joke of the alliance." ”

Saying this, the medical dog was still thanking himself in his heart, if it weren't for the powerful version of the first bottle of potion for Angelina, and then he happened to be engaged in endurance potion, I was afraid that he would not be able to form this good habit of carrying energy potions and endurance potions with him.

The Marquis gave him a suspicious look, then threw aside the empty vial, helped Chamberlain up, and continued to feed him, while asking, "Are you still going to go south?"

"Wait and see, we'll have to wait until my body recovers. After Chamberlain poured down a bottle of potion, he replied, "Besides, I've been thinking about it in my laboratory now, and I should be isolated from the world." ”

The medicine went down, and the face of the medical dog looked a lot better, and he worked hard to get the luck, while maximizing the effect of the potion, he touched his head, and suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration: "I have a bold idea......

Angelina raised her eyebrows: "Experiment makes sense, this idea can really be tried." ”

So Chamberlain, who had regained a little energy, jumped up, didn't even wear clothes, lay on the bedside table, and began to write and draw on the magic note.

According to the normal situation, it takes three to four days for a low-level war report to be brought to the House of Commons of the House of Nobles for public discussion, and this window period in the middle is when the spokespersons of the big nobles meet to discuss coping strategies, and arrange the time for the small nobles under their hands to raise their hands and clap their hands.

However, the very next day, the news was sent to the Parliament, and with the results of the French war - all the small noble alliances in the Blackwater Fjord were annihilated by the French, and the number of people who fled to the Kingdom of Carlyle was less than a thousand.

And so the biggest news in the last hundred years was born.

Nearly 100 minor nobles of the alliance were actually wiped out by the French, and not even a single one was left alive!

The light of democracy of the Alliance, the patron god of the rights and interests of the minor nobles, and the new generation of the Alliance's national male god, Viscount Brian, actually died in battle! And not in a face-to-face duel, but by those despicable French cowards who directly bombarded their bones with a tenth-level battle-level magic crystal cannon!

In comparison, although the previous news is more explosive, in terms of severity, it is necessary to count the latter, after all, the minor nobles really went to war in their personal name, and Viscount Brian ...... He still has an official body.

Although Brian has already resigned from his post as the head of the 800,000 League preachers, his position is accepted by the council, and before the council chooses to accept his proposal and hold a meeting to publicly remove him, he can be a nobleman who goes to the south to increase his membership in his own name, or he can be an alliance official who investigates in the name of a preacher.

The simplest way to put it is that he is in the state of Schrödinger's preacher, and it only depends on whether the alliance admits it or not.

Therefore, the big nobles didn't need to order any political tasks, and these little nobles who survived because they didn't have the strength or the courage to go to the Blackwater Fjords in the south in person directly exploded, and the voices of declaring war on the French came and went.

"We must teach the despicable French a lesson, as we did back then, or they will continue to challenge the League's bottom line!" "Baron Albert, who happened to have returned from Blackwater Fjord, jumped three feet high," Think about how much Viscount Brian has contributed to the democratic process of the Alliance, he has been lecturing day and night to us, the newly selected preachers, explaining to us the democratic theory and political advantages of the League, and even leading by example to the crisis-ridden South in order to further the legalization process of the Alliance!"

As he spoke, the baron burst into tears: "However, it is such a grand and selfless preacher who died directly under the despicable sneak attack of the French, and he did not even have a chance to hold his sword and start a fair duel with that despicable Marquis Louis! Therefore, we must take revenge! We must ask His Highness Chamberlain to come out of the laboratory, put an end to his self-punishment, and open his eyes for the democratic system of the Alliance!"

Now that the little nobles are already excited, who cares why there is such an unscientific statement in his rhetoric as "why should a viscount who has just touched the edge of the middle level fight a duel with a sword with a marquis at the pinnacle of the Holy Realm"? Who would still wonder why "How can His Highness Chamberlain represent the democratic system"?

I only heard these little nobles shouting loudly: "Down with French imperialism and its lackeys!

Sitting at home drinking the energy potion, Chamberlain looked at the sketch on the magic note and let out an exclamation: "It's all talent......