The Black Gold Monarch who had dealt with the 'Little Bug' was not in a good mood.

He returned to his black gold control, and the dragon power that unconsciously overflowed almost made the sixteen ancient dragons faint together.

But this can't be blamed on His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

He hadn't experienced it for a long time, this kind of lung leaf was about to burn with anger, and he wanted to spit out a breath of dragon breath and burn everything clean.

Dragons, different types of dragons have almost different minefields.

For example, the Bronze Dragon can't stand the guy who can't appreciate his humor.

Intelligent beings cannot refuse a brass dragon that is 'talking about high spirits'.

Otherwise, they will be knocked unconscious by the angry brass dragon, planted in the ground, and 'forced to chat with each other'.

The bronze dragon is almost a model of 'jealousy and hatred'.

……

And all dragons have one thing in common 'reverse scales', even the silver dragon, which is recognized as a 'good old man', will definitely turn his face when he is offended in person.

That's their 'treasure'.

No one is allowed to snoop on the Dragon's Secret Treasure, and violators are ......

Either kill the dragon or be killed by the dragon, without exception.

And, different dragons prefer different treasures.

For example, the silver dragon has a penchant for intricate handicrafts and powerful magic items.

Red Dragons love the 'Mountain of Gold Coins' where they can bury themselves and sleep.

In short, each dragon is a huge treasure trove of movement.

The longer dragons live, the richer their treasure troves become.

It is inevitable that some greedy intelligent beings will become greedy for the dragons' treasury, even though they also know that it is very likely to die.

None of the dragons are good-tempered about these presumptuous 'pretenders'.

Especially the color dragon.

That really killed you, all to prevent you from worrying about his family's small money.

Even if Alfonstantin repeatedly refused to admit that he was a dragon that had not yet escaped from his lower tastes.

But when, who dares to covet his 'treasure'......

Just give a painful living example for reference.

One of the legendary dragon species, the Time Dragon.

Because of the battle between the elves and dragons of the last era, in order to lure away their noble and explosive highness, he used his skills to secretly fly the ring of His Royal Highness the Prince......

How many years have passed?

The time dragon has not recovered from his injuries until now.

Unfortunately, Charlie is currently on Alfonstantin's list of 'private collections'.

And as General Locke, who coveted Charlie in person......

At this time, the guard post by the Yarra River, Locke and the Imperial Knights of Saint-Saëns stationed in the eastern border, stood in front of the ruins.

One by one, they looked at the fortress on the edge of the empire that had been trampled into a flat land, and they couldn't come back to their senses for a long time.

The three philosophies of life hovering in everyone's hearts ask: Who am I? Where am I? What just happened?

Why did a black wind pass in a flash! They're all hanging in the woods outside the fortress?!

Come and have a look!

it!

Who demolished their fortress?!

MMP！

However, Alfonstantin, who sat back in the black and gold driver's seat, did not dissipate the anger in his heart.

He didn't shoot the daring little bug because he didn't want to act like a dragon of color.

In short, it's just that the anger is not smooth enough.

At this time, I miss the miscellaneous fragments of the god Tiamat.

At this time, if someone offends him, he doesn't mind beating the other party and can't take care of himself.

It's a pity that the use of black and gold rings to 'gather wool' has been a bit too much lately.

Tiamat estimated that it was uncomfortable, so that the miscellaneous crumbs she gave birth did not dare to stand out in the world.

for fear of being bumped into by him and beaten to death.

Although Alfonstantin has always refused to admit that he is really angry because of this little thing.

But under the clouds, look at the Imperial Frontier that has been reduced to ruins.

Whoever can believe that he is not angry, then there is a ghost.

Alfonstantin's face was gloomy, and even if he didn't exude dragon power, the sixteen Primal Wurms were all silent.

"What are you still doing here?"

After some time, Alfonstantin asked in a deep voice.

Sixteen dragons almost cried.

This highness 'town' of this highness they dare not breathe.

If he doesn't speak, who dares to fly?

What should I do if I fly wrong?

Will it be chopped into wurm offal on the spot?

For this highness, even the matter of pulling the car is the first generation of wurm in the world.

At best, it is a 'livestock' pulling a cart, and no matter how miserable it is, His Highness will be angry, and it is possible to swallow them in one gulp!

Only the drop of His Highness's true blood that had been promised before......

Let's save our lives first!

An ancient wurm cautiously turned its head and called out a few times in a very careful and flattering tone, 'Woo Ang, Woo Ang'.

The prince's face sank, and he wanted to speak, but he changed his words halfway: "No, go directly to the [Gilded Fire Dance], the most powerful red bronze dragon in the vicinity, you - can you find it?" ”

The ancient wurms were desperate to survive, and they nodded frantically.

I almost swore to God.

This must be found, and so must it be found!

Alfonstantin closed his eyes and did not speak.

He's not going to look for that dead woman who 'likes to see the Imperial uniform'!

……

Whenever the sun and the moon shine together.

It was Vinis, when Lake Nawei was very lively.

A long rainbow through the sun fell like a meteor and fell straight to the shore of the lake.

When Changhong dissipated, I saw a series of white-robed and hooded figures, standing on the shore of this land of Ze.

No one could see their faces, they were dressed in white robes, with a lowered hood covering most of them, and a thick hemp rope served as a belt, which was tied around the waist and abdomen to tighten the white robes.

Like saints, they were barefoot, with daylight in their hands, and shrouded in the secret light of the fire that shielded them from the search of the gods.

Step out and walk towards the middle of Lake Nawi.

Originally, there was nothing in the lake.

But as these people said something, ripples rippled in the middle of the lake, like waves of water swinging in circles.

After the soles of these people's feet were touched by the lake reflecting the blue sky, and they stopped singing, their figures were like 'gods'.

One after another, they disappeared mysteriously.

When they reappeared, these people were already standing on both sides of the long table in the middle of the lake.

The seats at the long table are fixed.

When everyone appeared in their seats, they did not take their seats, but waited until everyone was together, and bowed to the first seat.

On the first seat, there sat a person, also wearing a white cloak, covering his aura and face.

It's just that this person stretched out his hands in his robe, and he was holding a pair of sweater needles, and he was very engaged in knitting woolen fabrics.

"Sit down."

Hearing this, everyone dared to sit down, only to hear the very neat sound of the high-backed chair rubbing the ground, and the room fell silent again.

The leader was still weaving the woolen fabric in his hands, but at the long table, someone had already started the 'topic' of this meeting.

'Bang' the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

The white cloaks on the long table looked sideways.

Not surprisingly, another stack of goblin publications.

The man stretched out his hand, unwrapped the bundle of newspapers, and he slapped them.

In the next moment, in front of everyone, there was an extra goblin newspaper.

This stack of newspapers is marked in advance so that everyone's attention can be placed on the articles that the person who provided the newspaper wants them to pay attention to.

It was a report about the aftermath of the "Military Parade" in Ideal Township.

The 'white cloak' action of weaving wool on the first seat is also a meal.

Then he put down the sweater needle in his hand, picked up the newspaper, and read it carefully.

"I can't believe that the Arcanist is dead and not stiff." A white-robed man shook his head with a sigh.

I thought that the wave that I did last time was enough to make the arcanist completely withdraw from the stage of history.

Who knows, on the contrary, it is the 'beauty of adults' that makes their remnants the 'focus' of all forces at the moment.

"Does anyone know what the hell the hell is going on over there in the Wizards' Guild?

The goddesses of their family let that red-robed madman Louis die to death? This revenge is not avenged? ”

On the long table, a white-robed man sighed:

"Don't mention it, my spy, who took seventeen years to get to the headquarters of the Wizards' Guild, was crying the other day looking for me......

An old man who is over half a hundred years old, his white beard is up to his chest, and if he comes to me to cry, it will be like a girl who has been ruined by a goblin.

Tell me that he is now walking down the street, and when he is seen, he points at him.

The owner of the pharmacy point who frequents him recommends hemorrhoid cream to him at every turn.

The conscience of heaven and earth, the old presidents who just died are all hundreds of years old......

He was so angry several times that he almost followed in the footsteps of the elder......"

"Ahem, that, let's talk about the gossip in private, on the 13th, please get back to business."

"Uh...... I'm talking about business, so my spy couldn't stand the pressure and quit.

Retired directly from the Wizards' Association. ”

Everyone: "......"

The reason for this retreat was too 'rigid' and choked everyone's speech.

For a while, no one continued to speak.

"Off topic, aren't we talking about the problem of the ideal township?"

"Ahem......"

The cough that complained before covered up the embarrassment.

"Hey, I'm just complaining to everyone, the Wizards Association is too busy to take care of itself now.

It's a pity that the old president, who returned to the embrace of death, gave the order to assassinate the little girl in Ideal Township, but in the end he didn't succeed.

The Arcanist didn't die, but on the bright side.

I found out that the Wizard was running out.

Forehead...... Is this a bonus? ”

"You...... Is it stupid? And it's not just the Human Empire that has magicians!

How many casters are species-only?

Killing the mage will eliminate the source of belief in the magic gods?

It has nothing to do with our next steps, right? ”

"Uh...... That, wait...... Only I care...... Why is the Floating City floating again......? ”

Sitting at the end of the conference table, a timid-speaking, thin-looking woman spoke weakly.

There was a moment of silence.

Oh, yes......

Just now, all the attention was on the magician's chaotic male gossip!

"I've already sent someone to the Ideal Township to investigate!"

"I'm sure they're not connected to the web again.

The fallen goddess of magic hated these arcanists.

Those fools with stones floating on their heads will not be able to restart the 'Xenoplane Core' in the next life. ”

This remark immediately caused some people to jump out and oppose it.

"Don't say it so absolutely, now such a big city is floating in the sky, how do you explain it?"

Seeing that someone was about to quarrel at the conference table, the 'white cloak' on the first seat unhurriedly turned the pages of the newspaper.

The sound of the newspaper turning the pages made a 'subtle' sound.

This faint sound was enough to make everyone present shut up and be as quiet as a chicken.

The 'white cloak' on the first seat said casually:

"There are ants under the throne, and there is no need to argue."

Everyone thought about the first seat and bowed slightly.

In the midst of the silence, one of the people suddenly spoke, "Ladies and gentlemen, I have important information here. ”

All eyes were on the man who spoke.

Judging from the appearance of the white robe, this person does not look like a human at all, but more like a humanoid 'monster'.

"Actually, I also have spies in Ideal Township. Just received the information, the Lord of the Ideal Township left the Floating City with two legendary combat powers. ”

Someone immediately asked, "Do you know the reason?" ”

The creature in the form of a 'monster' sitting in the center of the long table said in a calm tone: "Not long ago, Edward, the super lich, appeared in the city. ”

At the conference table, someone immediately exclaimed.

"What?!"

"Edward is still alive?"

"I thought he had turned into an 'undersea ruin' along with the [City of the Dead]!"

"Edward came to him, and the high-level combat power of Ideal Township left, and the little girl city lord also left, which ......"

"Ladies and gentlemen." The person who provided this terrifying information said lightly, "Have you forgotten that before, the legendary dragon breed of the rainbow dragon [Rainbow Heavenly Road] Adonis gave something to the ideal township. ”

Everyone in the room remembered the name of an organization.

'League of Legends'!

These people looked at each other.

One of them stood up and bowed his head to the 'white cloak' of the Chief, who was still holding a newspaper, and asked:

"President, I agree with your words and would like to listen to your teachings.

However, we managed to cut off some of the Arcanists in the League of Legends......

Turning a blind eye in this way is not a waste of previous efforts? ”

The person on the first seat raised his head slightly.

Although the hood obscures 'his' face.

But the one who stood up felt the people in the first seat staring at him.

"Do what you want, I won't interfere or ask."

The man wanted to say something, but was 'silently stopped' by the first white cloak with his palm raised.

"That's all for today, number 6, stay for a while."

Everyone's eyes glanced at the long table, the third white-robed man to the left of the chief.

Then they bowed and left.

Only 'Six' remained.

"President, what do you command?"

The white cloak on the first seat raised his hand and pressed it gently, "Come here, sit." ”

The man bowed his head, "Don't dare to go over." ”

The white cloak was no longer forced, he put the newspaper in his hand on the table, and tapped his index finger lightly on the table.

The next second, the newspaper appeared in front of Six.

"If you start doing it now, can you use all the resources in the guild to create a second 'Goblin Publication'?"

Six seemed to be shaken.

He was silent for a few seconds, then quickly replied:

"The success of the goblins is mainly due to the following points.

First, they are found all over the world, across surface barriers.

Over time, many transmission stations have been built.

Second, they have accumulated from generation to generation and opened up many trade routes.

Third ......"

The white cloak of the first seat listened quietly to these analyses.

"So, can you do it?" He asked lightly.

"Yes!"

"Very good, you can allocate the resources in the meeting as you like, as soon as possible, create a newspaper on a par with the "Goblin Publication".

When Number Six also disappeared into the bright lakeside building, the first person raised his hand to emptiness a little, and annihilated the daily goblin newspaper on the table.

"No. 27 should be going to intercept and kill the people in Ideal Township.

Their whereabouts are not difficult to inquire.

Ask the League of Legends who is responsible for sending the invitation this time, and you can basically guess where it went.

I'm still a little concerned about the poisonous jadeite.

In this way, I will bother you to run again, and there is also the ideal township.

It seems that it is quite easy to sneak into the city, and you have to send someone to 'cook' the poisonous jade.

After all, the name of 'raven' cannot be betrayed......"

After finishing speaking, the black-cloaked man who appeared behind the white-robed man's high-backed chair lowered his head and knocked on his chest.

Then his figure seemed to 'melt' in the sunlight, and disappeared into the shadow of the white-robed man.

……

Beyond Nawi Lake, time has passed for a day.

On the moors of Kansang.

It's still the same dwarf, rocky mountain.

But the scene is a thriller.

As far as the eye can see, there are no less than fifty brass dragons in the three layers and the outer three floors.

These brass dragons are big and small.

The scales on the body are yellow-green with a metallic hue, and they are at least 500 years old.

The younger, like the one Charlie had praised at first, were covered in a matte brass, and died at the age of fifty.

At this time, they surrounded a beautiful human maiden.

The scene is very noisy, comparable to a large-scale 'group comedy' scene.

But everyone talked and laughed, and they were very happy.

It's been a long time since the dragons have met a human maiden who is knowledgeable and loves to talk to them.

Especially since this girl is not their 'prisoner'.

Have a strong desire to talk.。

Moreover, the words were full of sincerity, and there was no use of the brass dragon clan's nagging nature to 'dig holes' and 'set traps' for them...... and all sorts of despicable thoughts.

The last one thought he could take advantage of the brass dragon's nagging nature and make himself a clever super lich.

At this time, it has been 'planted' in the sandy soil like planting a radish.

And the thugs who walked with it, who instantly erupted and were ready to poison the dragon......

After they brutally beat a teenage dragon, it is not surprising that the only brass dragons among the dragons who love to 'live in groups' take a ferocious revenge.

There are about 4~7 dragon eggs in a nest.

Who would dare to believe that within a radius of ten miles, they are all cubs born by a female dragon in a long time?

'A cloud-piercing arrow, the whole family dragon will meet'.

When the fifty dragons landed, the two legends turned pale, and they had to kneel no matter how rigid they were.

So, not far from Edward, who failed in the 'cliché'.

The brass dragon had a hole in one finger, and the two mentors who broke out and injured the dragon were also planted.

Rare, three legends, one pit after another.

Eris and White Rose, who had enjoyed such a 'treatment' for the first time, looked at a certain super lich who longed to become a real skeleton.

If his gaze can turn into physical damage, Edward will probably become a 'lich bone powder' at this time.

To say that the only person in the line who has not been persecuted is Charlie, who treats the dragon sincerely.

With his rich experience in raising dragons, Charlie avoided being treated as a 'carrot' and planted in the sand.

The master of the ideal township of 'Fooling Dafa' at the full level, as long as she is given a chance to speak, there is nothing that cannot be solved!

So, it didn't take long for the beautiful aristocratic girl to talk to more than fifty brass dragons about 'group comedy'.

The scene of this human-dragon 'happy family' made the two super lichs who were planted in the ground, with one head exposed, and a legendary arcanist woman with a dull face......