[Something happened today, only a few people know, my life has lost its color, I won't change it, everyone will just watch it, it's still the plot of the legend of the Red Dragon, but don't subscribe, I will send red envelopes to compensate for the small partners who have subscribed to the group. Don't scold me, I'm in a bad mood these days, I won't scold, but I'll ban and delete.

Suddenly, I realized that I was like a dog. 】

……

The little dragon climbed to the throne steadily, and it wanted to follow its father's example to guide the country, but it did not have that majesty in any case.

It's too far off.

It's a little sad, a little discouraged.

Without majesty and momentum, how can you become a king?

It lowered its head, its tail flicking at will.

At this point, it noticed that there was something else on the throne, a gadget that could be called a work of art.

- On the Mithril disc stood two real dragons, their converging wings nestled against each other, their tails affectionately entangled.

This work of art is almost perfect, with two real dragons carved and carved vividly, and various exquisite words and patterns painted on the discs.

Of course, the little young dragon also recognized his parents at the first time.

Curiously, it stretched out its paw and touched it gently.

The magical aura bloomed like starlight, and the two real dragons spread their wings and flew around, while virtual visions and voices came out.

It's also a triggering constant spell that records a mother's nagging.

The palace resounded with the soft song of the mother dragon.

The little dragon whimpered with excitement as he looked at the illusion of his parents.

It forgets its hunger, forgets its sorrow, and finally falls asleep.

I don't know how long it took for the palace gate of Red Onyx to open again and then close.

The baby dragon woke up, and it put the music box into the dragon wings, which was its most precious thing now.

It looked up warily at the door.

- A creature came in just now.

But it didn't move, it remembered its mother's words, don't hesitate, don't be afraid.

The darkness did not stop the true dragon's vision, and the silhouette of the creature gradually became clear in its eyes.

It was a strangely shaped monster, tall and old.

It has only half an ear, an eye, an arm, and a leg.

It makes a crutch out of tentacles wrapped around an axe.

Its fur is yellow and disheveled.

It was covered in wounds and shocking.

Its eyes were cloudy, but they were still there.

It has gnoll claws, but it has octopus-like tentacles.

The little dragon almost screamed in excitement.

It saw this guy in its mother's memory!

It is called Mother and Mother, and it is the Father's servant!

At that time, it was brave and invincible, full of divinity, and killing enemies was like chopping melons and vegetables.

But now, how did it become like this?

But it doesn't matter right now, Hell Fortress isn't the only one there.

It could learn from the gnoll what had happened.

But is the old servant still the old servant of the beginning?

The young dragon's bright red scales stood upside down, its claws spread out, and a wary look on its face.

……

Looking at the newborn dragon on the throne in a daze, Warwick trembled with excitement.

His cloudy eyes were a little trance-like, how many years, an epoch or two epochs?

Time had passed so long that he couldn't remember.

If it weren't for the fact that the master left this lone seedling and asked him to take good care of it, maybe he would have been like the brainless minotaur who would have gone to fight with his master.

How can you still live like this!?

On this kind of day, he would rather die!

But now, when he saw the newborn dragon on the throne, he suddenly felt that all these years of waiting were worth it.

This young dragon is obviously still young, but it looks like the owner back then.

Warwick was overwhelmed with emotion.

Thoughts go back countless years.

……

That year in Huangyan Gang.

A band of hungry gnolls shouted for the dragon to be slain, armed with shoddy weapons.

But when the real dragons came, they were stupid.

The leader of the gnolls wittily pledged his allegiance to the Red Dragon.

It says: "Praise be to you, great master, you are the greatest true dragon of the world, you are the center of heaven and earth, you are the master of the world, you shine with the sun and the moon, and live with the stars, and the gnolls will always be your most faithful servant for the rest of your life!" ”

The red dragon agreed, but the majesty of the true dragon did not allow it to be trampled on, so it lost an ear, but there was not the slightest resentment in its heart.

Since then, it has become the Red Dragon's most ferocious minions, a nightmare for its enemies, and it is known as the "Half-Eared Demon".

It rightfully became the Red Dragon's henchman.

The red dragon once praised him and said, "You are the most ferocious wolf I have ever seen!" ”

This sentence made it remember it for a lifetime.

In the following days, Half Ear followed the red dragon to fight in the south and north.

It was in danger of dying several times, but its religious owner kept it alive.

The Red Dragon Clan conquered the barren Huangyan Gang,

defeated the Titan and became the master of Kazarin,

The drow elves and spirit-absorbing monsters could not stop the advance of the Red Dragon Legion, and the dark region was thus divided into the territory of the Red Dragon Domination.

Glaciers melt, winter mountains collapse, and snowfields succumb to the flames of the red dragon.

The dense fog of the undead realm was dispelled by legendary spells, and the undead archduke turned into dry bones and fell at the feet of the red dragon, becoming a stepping stone for him to ascend to the throne of the king of the southern frontier......

Monsters, Angels, Demons, Devils, Metal Dragons, Good, Justice, Evil, Neutrality?

It's all fucking bullshit!

The mighty king of the southern frontier killed the heads of his enemies, killed the blood of hell like rivers, killed the gods who did not dare to go to the lower realm, and killed the abyss lord with fear in his heart.

In this world, the survival of the fittest, only strength will last forever.

The days of fighting with their masters are the happiest times for the gnoll chieftains.

Oh no, there's still a time to slap the dragon's ass.

The owner likes to listen to it flattering.

The master said: "Warwick's flattery is pure and unpretentious, and he speaks nicely, and he is the best licking dog in the world." ”

Thinking about the past, Warwick laughed foolishly.

But there's no going back.

He smiled and laughed and stopped laughing, he grinned wide, as if he was crying.

Silent crying.

He misses the old days.

……

In the darkness, there was a constant sound of tomahawks colliding with stone slabs, making a "bell" sound.

Warwick trembled and came to the throne, to the young dragon.

The huge body as a mountain suddenly knelt down,

He bowed his fierce head towards the young dragon,

His five-body bow to the ground,

He opened his mouth and shouted "little master",

He tried to keep his composure, but the trembling of his voice betrayed the surging inside him.

"Little master,"

The gnoll took a deep breath and said again.

"Your most loyal servant, Warwick, is always on call."

The gnoll's voice no longer trembled, and it seemed to be powerful and powerful.

His cloudy eyes became sharp again, and his drooping old body gradually emerged with extraordinary strength.

Originally, being alive was a torture for him, but now there is something to look forward to.

It's the master's blood!

Looking at the gnoll man in front of him who bowed his head towards it, the little dragon blinked.

It can clearly feel the sadness and joy of the old wolf.

These emotions can't be faked!

He used to be his father's servant, but now he serves himself?

The little dragon is very panicked now, it has just crawled out of the eggshell, but it has to learn to be a king.

But it's still a child!

Now what?

Do you just call him up or go through the process?

Wouldn't it be inappropriate to call it directly?

After all, he is his father's henchman, will he rely on his seniority to oppress him?

The little dragon scratched its head with its claws, its face tangled.

"Goo-goo-goo-"

Hunger came, and its stomach began to bark again.

The little dragon hurriedly covered its face with its paws, and it felt very disgraceful to be hungry in front of its minions.

"Little master, every time His Majesty woke up from his slumber in the past, he asked me to prepare food for him."

Warwick lowered his head and didn't look at the little dragon's face, and said seriously.

His posture is very low, just an old servant, a servant is a servant, it is impossible to be an elder.

The little dragon spread its paws and blinked at the old wolf in front of him through the cracks.

"I'm hungry." It said, after a pause, and then added, "I want to eat meat." ”

Warwick looked up, grinning at his hideous fangs.

"Yes, my little master, the future king of the southern frontiers, your most loyal servant is here."

He bowed his head again and bowed his head in retreat, serious and formal.

Warwick rolled up the meowth axe with his tentacles and limped away, leaving at a much lighter pace than before.

The little dragon jumped off the throne with the music box in his hand, the palace was very large, and it still wanted to look everywhere.

As a result, I walked around for half a circle, and found nothing particularly interesting, except for the sparkling gems on the walls.

By the way, there are also some beautiful murals about the great red dragon lord who fought all the way to become king.

Among them is a gnolla with an axe in his left hand and a wriggling tentacle in his right arm, and he must be at the forefront of battle.

This is the life of a father?

The young dragon grew fascinated until Warwick returned with a few ferocious boars.

"Warwick, is that jackal you?" The little dragon asked, pointing to the mural.

"Yes."

The gnoll sat on the floor without looking up, his head tending to the fur and entrails of the ferocious boar.

The contents of the frescoes of the Red Onyx Palace, he has been looking at all his life.

Or rather, it was his past, his experience.

Being able to follow his master in the north and south is the honor of his Warwick Wolf Fang, and it is not worth showing off.

"You're amazing." The little dragon said.

"My little master, you will be as powerful as Your Majesty in the future, you are the future king of Southern Xinjiang and the leader of the Red Dragon Clan."

Warwick replied as he skillfully peeled off the pigskin with a meow axe.

"Huh? The leader of the Red Dragon Clan? ”

The little dragon was stunned for a few seconds, and then suddenly became excited.

"And the Red Dragon Clan?"

Warwick shook his head, he slaughtered a piece of a pig's thigh and handed it to the little master, his voice bitter.

"Nope."

"What about them?"

"I went with my master to fight."

"None of them came back?"

"None of them came back."

"Where did they go?"

"I don't know."

"What about the King of the Southern Frontier?"

"I don't know."

The little dragon put the music box under his wings and put it away, his expression slightly lost.

Warwick took a breath, his mood calming.

Over the years, he has survived from the initial incomprehension, to disappointment, to dazedness, to despair.

He asks himself these questions every day.

But in the end, there was no answer.

He did not participate in that battle.

It was later called the "War of the Gods".

In some ways, he, like the baby dragon, didn't know anything, didn't know anything.

"Little master, this answer needs to be found by yourself when you grow up, and only you have the qualifications to find the master's news. You are the descendant of the king of southern Xinjiang, you have inherited the title of king of southern Xinjiang, you are the uncrowned king of southern Xinjiang! ”

Warwick stared at the little master with burning eyes.

The title of the king of the southern frontier meant a lot to him, and he naturally put all his hopes on the little young dragon.

"Whew-"

The little dragon lowered its head and let out a low roar, the burden of carrying this name was too heavy, and it didn't know if it could do it.

It looked at the large pig's leg held in its claws, and opened its mouth to spit out the ancient dragon language that was full of middle and second degrees.

"Gunara, god of darkness, call you skin!"

There was no magic fluctuation, but the big pork leg was suddenly wrapped in flames.

The meat was roasted until it was soft and golden, the lard made a "snorting" sound, and the palace gradually filled the palace with the aroma of meat.

Warwick was stunned on the spot, and then his old face smiled excitedly.

This unique way of casting spells, he hadn't heard of it in a long, long time.

The corners of his mouth trembled slightly with excitement: "My little master, can your eyes see through magic?" ”

The little dragon bit down on a large piece of pork and swallowed it, blinking, a little confused, and then shaking its head.

Excitement instantly turned to disappointment.

Warwick is the master's henchman, and he knows very well what the master's abilities are.

If the little master inherits the master's abilities, it will grow very quickly.

But now, it seems ordinary.

Yes, just an ordinary red dragon!

Is hope about to be disappointed?

"I just wanted to eat barbecue, and that dragon language came out of my head, and then the pork leg ignited on its own."

The little dragon scratched his head and continued.

Hearing this, Warwick's dim eyes became shiny again.

He slapped himself hard, he actually suspected that the offspring of his master and mother would be an ordinary real dragon!

Is it possible?!

Warwick laughed excitedly.

The little master is obviously talented!

The little dragon didn't understand what the old jackal servant was laughing at, and he seemed happy?

But it can't do that much, it's so hungry.

The young dragon ate the pork vigorously, eating more and more, eating one head after another, as if it could eat forever.

Warwick was stunned, the little master's appetite had already exceeded that of a real dragon of the same age, and it seemed to be even older than his old man.

Under Warwick's gaze, the young body of the young dragon gradually turned red as the heat.

Flames burned within its body, flames erupting from the gaps between its scales.

He could see that on the dragon's chest, there was a core that exuded infinite heat and heat......