"Wild dog, what's your name?"

"My name is Warwick, Your Majesty, Warwick the Gnoll!" Warwick fell to his knees again.

"What about your tribe?"

"Call the wolf ......" He originally wanted to talk about the Wolf Tooth Tribe, but when he thought that he had almost caused a big disaster to himself by deceiving the true dragon just now, he didn't dare to hide it.

"Food...... Insectivorous tribes. Warwick said bitterly, his expression not looking so happy.

"Insects?" The red dragon sneered playfully, "The legend of the Gnoll is that the Demon Lord Yenogu created a race, killing for a living, and the Gnoll who feed on flesh and blood actually eat insects?" The ferocity of the gnolls is probably all defeated by you, right? Is it any wonder that your tribe has such a small population, and all of them are extremely malnourished, and you want to slay dragons even if you want to die? ”

Warwick shuddered fiercely, and he hurriedly kowtowed: "Your Majesty, your servant would never dare to think like this. Before, I didn't know Mount Tai with my eyes, I didn't see the real dragon, and I didn't know the majesty of the real dragon! ”

"Don't dare?" The red dragon sneered, "Cut off one of your ears yourself, this matter is over, otherwise, after today, there will be no more insectivorous tribes in the world!" ”

The red dragon let out a low roar, as if the actual dragon power was dispersed, a pair of dragon eyes were full of killing intent, this group of weak jackals didn't even have the courage to fight against them, and they had long been frightened by the power of the true dragon.

In fact, Izawa thought very simply, the gnolls are creatures of the chaotic evil camp, don't look at the honest and honest appearance in front of them now, but as long as they walk away or fall into weakness, the nature of this group of guys will be exposed, and then show their fangs and claws to him when he is sleeping.

Therefore, even if you want to subdue this tribe, you must suppress it, at least make them feel afraid from the bottom of their bones!

The majesty of the true dragon cannot be violated, and blood must be paid!

Warwick looked at the flames splattering from the dragon's mouth, and knew that if he refused, a scorching dragon's breath would immediately descend and wipe out the purification.

He looked back at his people, including old people, children, women and children. They were also looking at Warwick with their eyes, and the fate of the insectivorous tribe depended on how he chose.

Warwick is also a guy who can distinguish between the important and the important, not to mention that he has no choice at this time, it is better to lose his ears than to die.

As soon as he gritted his teeth, his face showed a fierce look, and he barely hesitated, and raised the axe and slashed hard into his ear! One ear flew high into the air, and blood splattered all over the ground.

He bared his teeth in pain, and he didn't make a sound, but it was clear from his trembling body that he was in great pain.

Seeing this scene, the other gnolls immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Their little fate is hugged, if the real dragon is a word.

"The right choice. One less ear can keep all the people alive, and this transaction is not a loss. ”

Izawa said lightly, he squinted his eyes and took a deep look at this guy, the pain of a broken ear can be bearable, he is a ruthless character.

"Knowing how to make trade-offs, I naturally keep my promise, and this matter has been revealed, but there is no next time, no creature can offend the majesty of the true dragon!"

The red dragon half-drooped his eyes, and he was not ready to continue to go deeper into this problem, his Liwei effect had been achieved, and it might be counterproductive to continue to suppress it.

"Thank you, great master, for not killing."

Warwick covered his bleeding ears and said from the bottom of his heart, not only did he not have a trace of resentment on his face, but he was grateful, thinking that the red dragon was kind.

Because, in the Elbaf Continent, even three-year-old children know that the evil red dragon is an out-and-out tyrant, and once they are annoyed, it is common to raid their homes and exterminate their clans.

"However, your tribe is too weak, and if you want to be a dependant of the red dragon, you are still a little unqualified."

The red dragon suddenly changed his words, and Warwick became nervous again.

"Please rest assured, I will definitely make the tribe strong in a short time, and the gnolls will always be the sharpest minions of the master, tearing down all barriers for you until you die!" Warwick lowered his head and uttered a sonorous voice.

"Of course, as my first batch of dependents, if I don't have any strength, wouldn't it cost me face?" Izawa said to himself.

Although he didn't say it explicitly, he also admitted the fact that the jackals were the dependents of the real dragon.

"The name of the insectivorous tribe is too ugly, change the name."

Warwick hesitated for a moment, and then said: "Master, we used to live in Kazarin, which was called Wolf Fang, and we were a powerful tribe of gnolls, and no race in the surrounding area dared to underestimate us. ”

"Wolf teeth are good, so be it." The red dragon didn't think too much about it and decided directly.

"Thank you for the name!"

Almost all the gnolls were excited, since the decline of the wolffang tribe, any surrounding tribe even the underground gnomes who were weaker than them had laughed at them for being wild dogs that had grown up eating insects, and now that there was a real dragon to give the name, who would dare to laugh at it?

"I hope you don't live up to the name of the wolf's fang."

"I will live up to my master's expectations!"

"Okay, go down, take care of your injuries, I'll live on this hill next to me temporarily, and come to me directly if you have something."

Ezawa uses creation to conjure up a bandage and throws it to Warwick. He thought that this guy might be a talent, and wouldn't it be a pity if he died because of excessive bleeding?

It's a pity that he can't heal magic, that's the job of a priest, otherwise a healing technique can stop the bleeding, why do you need such a bandage.

"Remember, don't claim that a real dragon is here just yet. In addition, if you don't dare to do things before, you can do them boldly, and if you encounter difficulties, I will give you assistance. ”

"Yes, my master."

……

There were two real dragons living next to the camp, and the entire Wolf Tooth tribe exploded. They never dreamed that one day they would become the dependents of the true dragon, and they would also take back the name that the tribe had in mind.

With the real dragon as a backer, if this news spreads, the status of the wolf tooth tribe is bound to rise, after all, no one can ignore the power of the true dragon.

Warwick Wolffang's reputation among the clan has also climbed directly to the peak, although he is missing an ear, no gnolls dare to laugh at him, and he has won the respect of all the clansmen.

And the "Dragon Slaying Plan" deviated from the beginning, they did not slay the dragon, but became the dependents of the real dragon.

It can be seen that the rise of the Wolf Tooth Tribe is not far off, and even under the leadership of the true dragon, it will be more brilliant than before.

Warwick is drastic in his efforts to regain the blood and ferocity of the gnolls, all of which will surely be baptized with countless wars and sublimated with blood, as he promised, the gnolls will become the sharpest minions of their masters!

This, after all, is a world of survival of the fittest.

……

ps: There must be fewer recommended votes, there is no recommended seat today, very sad.

Boom, boom.

Wow, I want to cry.

You don't comfort me, you don't have a collection, you don't have a recommendation ticket, and you don't even have a reward.