"You say Elsara lost?"

Caesar wagged his tail and pulled on the iron chair boredly, Odin and Luna were a little too much, they had been to the Elven Forest for so long and they didn't miss home at all, and he was thinking about whether to run away and get the two little ones back.

Hogg pondered his words for a moment and said: "The alliance between Elsala and Vegia was defeated in the fortress of Vancet, they encountered the dwarves of the Thunderblade clan, McNee Thunderblade is the god of the dwarven god Moradin, according to his performance on the battlefield of Vanster, the CIA analyzed that his combat ability is above the legend, and he has the ability to turn the tide of the battle by himself." ”

"This is the strongest person in the Central Battlefield that we have recorded so far." Hogg concluded.

"There are warriors among our enemies." Caesar nodded.

"For the alliance of Elsara and Vegea, the Thunderblade Clan is indeed a big trouble, because there is no character in the coalition who can compete with McNee, and in the war rehearsal, we found that if the decapitation plan for the Thunder Lord cannot be implemented, the Trade Federation will carry out round after round of counter-attacks under the leadership of the dwarves, and Virgian will only be defeated step by step without more assistance."

After speaking, Hogg tentatively suggested: "Your Majesty, do you want to send the Ambition Clan to the central part to support?" They are familiar with the Thunderblade Dwarves, and I believe that Prince Atas has the means to deal with McNee. ”

"It's shady, Hogg, do you like to watch this kind of drama of your former compatriots turning against each other?"

"They are enemies." Hogg said disapprehantly, "It was already when the Zedi Alliance split. ”

"Okay, the Ambition Clan is dutiful in the Empire, and until now they are still forging molten death iron materials for the country, they are a member of the Empire, if they are sent to the central part, it will not only affect the current ecology of the Ambition Dwarves, but also shake their loyalty, not to mention that the Ambition Clan is not good at fighting in the first place."

Caesar vetoed the proposal, and the black dragon gently rubbed his claws: "The empire has many excellent weapons, but there is no need to be exposed to the southern view because of a thunderblade dwarf, McNee Thunderblade, I heard some of his remarks on the battlefield, interesting...... I think I have the right person. ”

……

It was a beautiful night in the Longming Mountains, Narei Andrea was lying casually in the hall, several vents in this cave were open, allowing the hot and dry air that was still raging at night to drift in, and the magma churned in the huge cracks in the ground, and from his luxurious lair in the Nargre Volcano in the Longming Mountains, he could hear all kinds of sounds from the outside world.

Nari Andrea lay on the hot ground, wagging his tail in the magma, dreaming of domination and conquest, which is usually his most relaxing moment, but tonight, Nari could not find this feeling, the red dragon's perception gradually dulled as the sleepiness intensified, and the waves in his heart became more and more intense.

Nari shook his head and got up from the ground, his hard eyebrows crumbling together, circling the hot hall, his mind analyzing the current situation over and over again.

These behaviors are unusual for evil dragons, especially for red dragons.

While the word "stupid" is an exaggeration to describe red dragons, they are definitely not intelligent, and these nervous creatures have a hard time thinking for long periods of time, and it is even more difficult for them to devote sustained attention to one thing, which makes them more like beasts than intelligent creatures. In Eladia, the Red Dragons are judged at two extremes - they are worshipped for their strength and despised for their intelligence.

Due to their difficulty in staying focused and not good at thinking, the red dragon seems to be insensitive to any danger and threat, so it is not uncommon for many red dragons to eat chubby, get drunk, and then be cut by adventurers, of course, if it were not for these well-known weaknesses, the rule of the five-colored dragon in the First Age would not have been easily ended by orcs and humans.

But today Nare's situation was very abnormal, the prime red dragon let out a low wheezing sound, he crawled to the entrance of the cave, crouched on the top of the volcano and looked down, and after a while, he flicked his tail and burrowed into the depths of the lair, doing nothing and fidgeting.

Not long ago, he was still squandering violence in the middle of the country, living in the eyes of mortals, Tashanmu of the Trade Federation offered him treasures and slaves to fight, and the powerful power of the red dragon lived up to the trust, and he also got a windfall on the way, everything went so smoothly, but after that, the army of El Sala in the north entered the center......

Nare's nose fluttered, spewing sulphur-smelling gas, and he couldn't control his thirst for plunder to attack the army and kidnap a commander, and since then, a silent shadow has hung over him, and although the red dragon wisely let the commander go and broke off his cooperation with the Trade Federation, the gloom has always hung over his head.

Nareh sensed the crisis.

This is not an unwarranted self-intimidation, but a premonition that does exist, and as powerful creatures second only to the legendary race, the true dragon has intuition and premonitions that are difficult for mortals to understand and describe, and even more so the red dragons who are the best of them, and for mortals, the dragons are the true prophets.

Most red dragons are dismissive of these innates, but if they are willing to capture, discover, and explore, they know how important intuition and hunch are gifts, and Naret happens to be one of the red dragons who knows how to make good use of their talents, and he believes that the sense of crisis that comes from these hearts is not untargeted, but that something is going to happen to him.

Naret glanced back at his beloved lavish lair, which housed the beloved artifacts he had collected over the centuries, including artifacts, magical artifacts, and ancient relics, as well as mountains of gold coins, but now, he thought, it was time to pay the price.

Nari Andrea propped up his upper body, intent to appear more sincere, and he whispered: "Your Majesty Tiamat, your faithful and devout devotees, descendants, the red dragon Nari Andrea prays to you, I desire your divine revelation, and for this I am willing to offer you all the wealth I have accumulated in my life......"

At this point, Nareh suddenly stopped, he wondered, was Tiamat's divine revelation and guidance worth all his wealth? Obviously it's not worth it, it's better to take all his property than to simply let him die, well, half? Well, too much, a tenth? It's still too much, a small guide is easy for the Dragon Queen, and it's not worth so much.

The red dragon thought for a moment, straightened his appearance, and spoke again: "Your Majesty Tiamat, your faithful and devout devotee and descendant, Naret Andrea, prays to you for your divine revelation to guide you, and for this, I am willing to offer you a thousand gold coins as a tribute. ”

The words "a thousand gold coins", Nari almost squeezed out between his teeth, and he grabbed a handful of gold coins from the pile of treasures and held them high, his wounded heart dripping blood.

The entire dragon's lair was unresponsive.

Nare's eyes moved, and he paused for a while, and he was relieved to sigh a sigh of relief, and stuffed the treasure gold coin back into his treasure pile, he didn't have much hope, and praying was just a simple attempt, the red dragons had never been religious enough for the dragon queen, and they were more respectful and yearning for Kungudius than Tiamat.

Naret wagged his tail and used some deception spells to hide the pile of treasures, since praying to the dragon queen Tiamat for protection was not working, he would have to find other ways to avoid possible dangers, such as digging a hole in the ground and sleeping for hundreds of years.

A crack was abruptly torn open in the void, and Narek subconsciously moved in front of the treasure, which was still unsafe despite being obscured by spells, before bowing his head and saying in a respectful and reverent tone, "Your Majesty Tiamat. ”

It was only after the words fell that he noticed that it was abnormal, there was no divine power, and it was not Tiamat who appeared in the void!