The furnace returned to the business district with a gloomy face, and when he passed by the city gate, he happened to meet a group of dusty monks in the city. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Just looking at the disgusting expressions of these monks who wanted to raise their nostrils to the sky, the fire knew that this group of people must be the sissies from the elven clan.

For this group of guys who always think they are superior and talk and act as accidents, the furnace has never had a good impression.

The dwarven alien building area, adjacent to these elven races, has had fierce battles more than once between the two sides in thousands of years, and the hatred has been long-standing.

Although it hasn't reached the point of not dying, they don't like each other, and they fight at every turn.

Even if the situation had eased before, whenever the monks of the two clans came together, there would often be verbal altercations and physical altercations.

The young dwarves are very enthusiastic about this kind of fighting, and their greatest pleasure is to knock out the teeth of these sissies, press them into the dust, and sit on them.

When he was young, he had participated in several such battles, and even once captured the son of a fifth-level city lord of the elf clan and stuffed him under his ass and sat for a whole day!

This incident is also one of the achievements that the furnace is proud of, and whenever he drinks to demean these elves, the furnace fire will bring up this matter.

If you encounter this group of guys on weekdays, the furnace will inevitably step forward and sneer a few words, clearly expressing your contempt.

And the appearance of those elven monks who were so angry that they drew their swords to fight to the death with them was the scene that the furnace fire liked to see the most.

At this time, the fire will turn each other's brains into a group of monkeys jumping up and down, holding their stomachs and laughing.

Although this habit has been maintained for many years, it is a pity that he is in a bad mood today, and naturally loses the mood to tease these elves.

All he wanted now was to hurry back to the area where he lived and tell the leader of the monks about what he had seen before.

But at this moment, the sound of a quarrel suddenly came, attracting the attention of the fire.

When he turned his head, he saw that the group of elven monks who had just arrived in the Holy Dragon City were gathered at the gate of the inner city, and it seemed that they had clashed with the city defenders.

After seeing this scene, the fire immediately stopped, turned around and ran back to watch the excitement.

The furnace fire, who already had a preliminary understanding of the strength of the Holy Dragon City, looked up at those arrogant elven clan monks, and couldn't help but secretly laugh on the side.

These damn sissies, who always think that they should be treated with courtesy wherever they go, under the pretext of elegance, are just doing things that are forcible and robbed.

Now that you provoke the Holy Dragon City, you just wait to eat!

While the fire was secretly pondering, the quarrel at the gate of the city had become more and more intense.

This group of Elven monks who had just arrived, with a total number of nearly a hundred, were all wearing white cloaks and well-dressed armor.

From the point of view of cultivation, the strength of this group of elven monks is very strong, the lowest monk is also a fourth-level cultivator, and there are ten lord-level monks.

With such combat power, it can easily destroy an ordinary fifth-level building city!

At this time, they all stood in front of the inner city gate, facing each other with the defenders of the city.

An Elf Clan Lord wearing hollow armor and a handsome face was looking coldly at the Holy Dragon City warrior in front of him, and said in a tone with a hint of command: "I repeat, I have the official document of the Elf King City in my hand, and I need to hand it over to your city lord, so let him come to see me immediately!" ”

The one who confronted this Elven Lord Monk was a Holy Dragon City warrior with a cultivation level of only two levels.

Facing the elven clan monk in front of him, who was strong enough to crush him, this Holy Dragon City warrior wearing black armor was not afraid, but just snorted coldly: "If you want to ask to see the city lord, I can inform you."

I want the lord of the city to come to see you, who do you think you are, I don't think you woke up, right? ”

Hearing this, the elven lord sneered, glanced at the warrior with contemptuous eyes, and sneered: "What is your identity, and you dare to make your own claims? ”

"I'm just an ordinary Loucheng warrior who guards this gate, so I have the right to refuse your request!

I can tell you plainly that such a thing that insults the majesty of the city lord will never happen to me at all!

I'm telling you, the Holy Dragon City is different from other places, here, you guys are not good! ”

Speaking of this, the Holy Dragon City warrior's eyes narrowed, and he said coldly: "Let me warn you again, this is the inner city area, and it is strictly forbidden for unrelated people to approach, please leave here immediately."

If you ignore the warning, I have the right to shoot you!" ”

As if to cooperate with the warrior's warning, as soon as his words fell, a "chirping" of machinery suddenly came from the city wall.

The four close-in defense guns placed at the head of the city, two anti-aircraft machine guns, and countless swarthy muzzles all locked on to these elven monks in an instant.

In the eyes of those soldiers defending the city, there was a constant flash of killing intent.

An extremely oppressive aura suddenly spreads, giving people a sense that death is imminent.

The faces of those elven monks who were originally arrogant changed, and at this moment, they already felt a strong crisis.

They had a hunch that those metal pipes on the city's head could easily tear them to shreds!

Although they were extremely confident in their martial arts and bows and arrows, they still lacked confidence in the face of this cold killing intent.

But even so, they didn't dare to retreat and dodge, they could only grit their teeth and stiffen up, because they represented the face of the elves.

The elven lord who negotiated with the warriors of the Holy Dragon City also felt that strong murderous aura at this moment, and his heart was also shocked.

Pretending to glance at those weapons with ease, he didn't seem to change his face, but in fact, his muscles had already tensed.

The elves also have similar firearms, but because the number is too small, they are basically only used for research and rarely for actual combat.

Although it had been confirmed through intelligence that the Holy Dragon City had a large number of firearms and weapons, they still did not have a clear conclusion about the actual power of these weapons.

But now it seems that the power of these firearms and weapons is far beyond my imagination!

After realizing this, the confidence of the elven lord was not as strong as it was just now.

Just when he felt embarrassed, his face suddenly changed slightly, as if he heard something, and his eyes kept turning.

After a few seconds, the elven lord's face softened, and he said to the defenders, "Since you insist on doing so, there is no need for me to be like you.

So now, please inform the city lord, and say that Yue Qianhua, the daughter of the elven moon god earl, asks to see the city lord, and has something important to discuss with the city lord! ”

This time, the attitude is obviously much kinder than just now, at least there is no sense of superiority in the tone.

Hearing this, the confronting Holy Dragon City warriors glanced at each other coldly, and then picked up the walkie-talkie beside them.

After explaining the situation, about a few minutes later, a reply came over the intercom.

After listening to this, the warrior with the headphones said to the elven lord in front of him: "The city lord can receive you, but you can only enter with a maximum of three people, and you don't need to carry weapons!" ”

The elven monk looked at the walkie-talkie in the hands of the Holy Dragon City warriors, a hint of curiosity flashed in his eyes, and he turned his head to look at the team behind him.

A woman in a white robe nodded slightly, then looked at a woman with an extremely beautiful face beside her.

The woman was also dressed in a white cloak and a set of perfectly fitting white leather armor, which was beautifully shaped and perfectly set off the curves of her body.

Although the area of her chest is not very majestic, it is extremely well-proportioned and looks quite eye-catching.

Beneath the white leather armor was a pair of perfectly proportioned legs, straight and round, a peculiar white textile that tightly wrapped her slender legs, emitting a faint fluorescence.

A pair of white leather boots, which stretched all the way to the knees, were pressed with extremely delicate patterns, which were obviously expensive.

Accompanied by two lord-level monks, the woman slowly walked through the city gate and into the inner city.