Its crimson scales were like a sullen mountain in the dark, emitting the smell of sulfur, and inside the cave, countless gold, silver, treasures, and antique artifacts were stacked haphazardly under it. His back armor and breastplate are fused with unknown metal.

The iron skin on his chest faintly reveals a shield and the shape of a hammer, the workmanship is simple and delicate, the weapon used by the god of iron walls in his youth, but in the final battle, Euro mixed Mithril into his armor to protect against the dragon fire from magic, but the heat of Osperos penetrated his shield, and Euro died of hatred after suffering severe damage that bordered on a curse. The thorny protrusion on his back came from Merisala, Jean's sister, the assassination god's former metal whip "bloody fangs", which was also the only battle that made Osperos feel death, the toxin of the whip made him paralyzed like a mountain muscle in an instant and could not move, fortunately Merisara finally chose to escape, the nature of the assassination talent makes it rare for assassins to take advantage of the head-on dragon race with such muscular muscles and amazing physical qualities.

The Red Dragon's nature has led it to melt the armor blades of the losers and attach them to its scales, and as the years passed, some parts began to merge with its own flesh and blood, and with it even more terrifying defenses. It was sleeping, spitting out sparks from its mouth and nose, and it was as if the cave was on fire at any moment.

There were no torches in the cave, and with the spitting of flames between the breaths of Osparos, and against the backdrop of the sea of gold coins like rice paddies, the cave was wrapped in a kind of drunken gold, and if all the metal materials in it were removed, I am afraid that the price of gold in the whole continent would be reduced by about half. And in the outermost place, there are jade bowls and porcelain vases handed down from the East Road, works of art that the Elf Kings of the West Road did not let go of before they died, and a large number of works of art that the Noah Emperor was ready to burn together before being defeated by the rebels......

Its dependents---- or so it thinks, some low-level hybrid humanoids, mixed with the blood of Noah, beast spirits, dwarves, elves, etc., and even include the characteristics of monsters and orcs, due to the filth of blood, many people have even departed from the original basic characteristics of human beings, some of them protrude from the strange eyes of dead fish, some are covered with scales like red dragons or other wurms, some have webbed palms, and some are covered with abscesses, and when they are angry, they will squeeze out these disgusting body fluids......

These ugly and perverse subordinates faithfully perform their duties as watchdogs, guarding over their inner gods at the periphery of their lair.

Osperos' skull, the size of a sailboat, was next to an egg the size of a human fist, cold and lifeless, and at first Osperos even thought of hatching it as his own siblings, but apparently, Mishakun did not give the embryo in the egg the right to live---- and the reproduction of the dragons was a myriad of doubts, and even the longest-bearded scholar in Elna's library could not explain it sometimes.

Osperos' greatest daily pastime is nothing more than patrolling the area around the boneyard before returning to the Red Dragon's lair to begin the day's sleep. The lack of challengers for a long time even made him start to miss the time of a thousand years ago, when he was far from being a minor, but there are still countless strong people on the road who come to the place where the bones are buried to smash the field and grab the territory, many of them kill each other on the periphery of the red dragon's lair because of the uneven distribution of the spoils, and most of the few characters who can hold up in front of it are also killed by Osperos himself.

For thousands of years, there are only three people who can take advantage of him and survive, or two to be exact.

Osperos opened his eyes, shook off the mountain of "futons" made of billions of gold coins on his body, and thought boredly: "Euro, Merisala, Jean...... And also...... Who's coming? ”

"Looks like you're bored, drake." A low, ghostly voice rang in its ears.

"How many years?" When the Assassin appeared in the bedroom, Osperos was not flustered, nor was he angry at the incompetence of the servant, but faintly expected, "It seems that there are not many people who can come here without me noticing." ”

When he opened his eyes, the man standing on top of the brilliant golden coin was slender, his head was slightly tilted forward, and he was wearing a demon mask with thin eyebrows and curved eyes, and the cold around him made the temperature in the cave drop a lot.

"Jean ......" Osperos opened his huge mouth and said, "How many years?" ”

"Yes" The man in front of him casually picked up the lapis lazuli crown of Harilo's last emperor from the ground, and carefully examined it: "Two thousand four hundred and fifty-six years and three months to be exact. ”

Osperos frowned, the dragons have always been unsparing in the most cruel punishment for those thieves who dare to steal their financial reports, but if it is a robber, and he has defeated his own bandits, it is another matter.

The red dragon's eyes unconsciously glowed bright red, and his breath changed from lazy to solemn, like a volcano that would erupt at any time, and he didn't move: "Looking for me?" ”

Jean was stunned for a moment, and his face under the demon mask smiled dumbly: "I can't look for you if it's okay?" ”

"Generally speaking," Osperos glanced at him faintly, "you and I would never have been associated with the word 'good luck'.

Jean was silent, his fingers twining lightly with the lapis lazuli crown.

"Don't use force," Osperos said, "The relics of the last king of the Harilo Empire are made of a single piece of lapis lazuli, because lapis lazuli cannot withstand external forces, so it was already the size of a fist when it was excavated, and the raw material of this crown is larger than a human head, and it was ordered by Pastro the Great to have the most dexterous and delicate craftsmen to build it for three years, because a little more force will cause the crown to shatter, and all craftsmen must soak their hands in vinegar water overnight before making it, The wives and children of the craftsmen are imprisoned in a house full of pyre, and as long as the crown is shattered, a little spark can turn all these people into barbecue, and finally use Mithril to shape and seal it, hey, that's it, the crown that is not the best but definitely the most expensive is the crown. ”

Jean laughed at himself: "I didn't expect my children and grandchildren to be so good at playing, and I'm a big guy, hey, I'm interested in gold." "With a flick of his fingers, the priceless lapis lazuli shattered into powder.

Osperos' eyes narrowed, giving off a dangerous color: "You're playing with fire." ”

"It's just a spark child" Jean clapped his hands and brushed away the lapis lazuli crumbs on his clothes: "Mishakun's widow, what is your greatest wish?" A hearty battle? Aside from the Swamp of Hell, the only being that threatens you, is it ...... Back to the world that originally belonged to the dragons, "Mirin"? ”

"Three wishes, you choose," Jean's words exploded like thunder in the red dragon's ears.