No one dared to question whether this piece was fake, because the dragon power emanating from it could not be faked. Even after leaving its owner, the shield-shaped scales the size of a basin still exude a terrifying coercion, and unlike the tiny scales that came from the half-dragon or velociraptor body, this black scale belonged to a real dragon, it was the thickness of two palms, and the surface reflected a strange metallic luster, and the lava-like red faintly peeked through its interior, which was very beautiful.

There was a wail of war horses outside the barn, these animals were much more sensitive and vulnerable to Long Wei than humans.

"Right here in the palace, I shot this scale from that black dragon!" Diego said proudly, his fingers tapping lightly on the scales, "I will use it to create my family crest, a noble badge with a shield of dragon scales, to hang on the front wall of the hall of my mansion." ”

"But we won't give in, we have strong warriors, and we have them, and we are well-organized and well-armed!" Another member of the fraternity shouted unconvinced.

"Do you think your Kick Cat's fighting skills can be compared to the veterans of Stormwind after the battle? Do you think that your spell tricks, which are not even mages and apprentices, can resist the frost and flames of the ** masters? Do you think your loose organization can prevent the infiltration of the master thieves? Do you think your tattered equipment can defend against Stormwind's sophisticated weaponry? He paused for a moment and looked at the ugly faces of the people of Defia, "Come on, you don't believe it yourself, in fact, you can't even beat my escort!" Remember the fiasco a few days ago? ”

A barrage of questions struck everyone in the fraternity into a daze, but a bearded man stood out from the crowd. His name is Tyre? Smith, a blacksmith in the Brotherhood, has a very good blacksmithing skill.

"I don't believe that the shield I forged is as bad as you say, you have the ability to try it?" The blacksmith roared as he plucked a thick iron oak shield from his back. Stand in front of you. Everyone around him was startled by the reckless man, and they retreated like a tide, ready to make room for the battle between the two.

"Try it!" Diego let out a sneer from his nostrils in disdain, and then unhurriedly pulled the M500 from the holster on his thigh. Behind him. The Night Elf frowned, and quickly blocked the ear piercing with two fingers.

In the next moment, a loud roar resounded throughout the hall.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! With a thunderous roar, orange spear flames flashed five times in the barn like thunder. The powerful impact slammed into the shield like a battering ram, knocking Tyre? Smith slammed backwards step by step. After five shots. The iron shield finally reached the limit it could bear, and the whole thing collapsed. A mass of stubble, ravaged into iron slag and stubble, had fallen from the blacksmith's hand, and it was completely unrecognizable. It's because Diego spreads the impact point across the shield, and if he only shoots a little - this distance, it's not hard for him to do that, Tyre? Smith has already been shot into rotten pork. Of course, he didn't use the death gaze, for he estimated that the shield would shatter if it couldn't withstand even a single shot of the musket.

Diego blew the muzzle smoke like a western cowboy, and then slammed the wheel lightly, and five hot yellow bullet casings jumped out of it. Falling to the ground, making a "ding" crunch.

But no one could hear it at this moment, because almost everyone was digging out their rumbling ear holes, and their eyes were full of disbelief and panic.

"If all the weapons you've forged are this kind of iron slag, I really can't believe how you have taken over almost the entire Wild West." Diego sneered disdainfully, pulling out a handful of bullets and refilling the nest, "Now I finally believe how lucky you are, right?" ”

The blacksmith remained in the middle of the room, still clutching a shield grip in his hand. It looked like his confidence in his craft had crumbled along with the shield. Several members of the Brotherhood sympathetically gathered around him and pulled him out.

"Now that the Countess has been driven away, the chaos in Stormwind is over. If you continue to behave in a reckless manner, then the free Duke of Berval will soon show you the power of the Stormwind army. Diego hit the railroad while it was hot, and to be honest, his ears were ringing as well.

"I knew that the gunshots were so loud in the house, so I wouldn't be handsome and not block my ears." He thought to himself.

Everyone in the Brotherhood was silent. It took them a long time to recover from the power of this magical weapon. "What are we going to do to keep Stormwind from targeting us?" Van Cleef said in a low voice, and to be honest, he was also shocked.

"There is a choice before you now, and that is ......" Diego paused, glancing at the concerned Brotherhood members, "Join the Moon Creek Territory and become my Lord!" Only in this way will you be able to obtain a legal identity and not become the target of the Duke of Berval's liquidation. ”

There was a buzz of discussion. Finally, a middle-aged man stood up.

"How can we trust that you're not deceiving us like the Senate nobles of Stormwind?"

"This, I've thought about it, I decided to appoint Edwin? Van Cleef is your mayor, so you should trust him. Diego thought for a moment and said. Actually, he has had this idea for a long time. He also believed that as long as Van Cleef wasn't crazy enough to care whether the Brotherhood lived or died, he would agree.

This time, the fraternity members were even louder. But Van Cleef didn't speak, he looked at Diego's face cautiously, not knowing what was going on in his mind.

"Where are you going to put us?" After a while, the middle-aged man stood up and said.

Diego didn't intend for them to live in Mooncreek as well, as Defia's harm to the area made it difficult for the people of Mooncreek to accept their existence.

"I'm going to set aside a new place for you to live in the west of Mooncreek Town, near the seaside, but the house has to be built by you," this sentence made the eyes of all the Brotherhood executives narrow dangerously, to be honest, these people are almost allergic to the word construction, but Diego's next words made them relax again, "After all, it's your own house, you can't let me, the lord, even build a house for you, okay?"

The crowd erupted in a burst of relaxed laughter.

"Will there be a title deed?" Someone asked tentatively.

"Of course, I can issue you the title deed now," Diego said cheerfully, taking out a copy of the title deed that he had prepared from the leather bag that Masrae handed him next to him, "What's your name?" ”

"Antonio? Pirelli. ”

"Oh, Antonio? Pirelly," Diego pulled out a magic quill from his bag that didn't need an inkwell, filling it in the name field on the blank title deed, "as for the lot and size, your new mayor will fill it in for you." ”

"Maybe you'll have to stammer with this Mr. Mayor," he said, glancing at Edwin? Van Cleef, teased. But the latter did not object to him. People are laughing again, Antonio? Pirelli ran up from underneath and carefully took the title deed as if he were holding a treasure.

"My father is fair, so he won't be corrupt and bribe like the nobles." Little girl Vanessa? Van Cleef retorted solemnly, and the crowd laughed even harder. Edwin? Van Cleef touched the girl's little head dotingly and smiled.

"Wow, then you can keep an eye on me, a nobleman, and don't give me a chance to deceive you......" Diego said half-seriously, half-jokingly, looking at Edwin meaningfully? Van Cleef, while the latter's eyes twinkled, not knowing what to think. (To be continued.) )