Chuantuo, the brightest planet in the vast starry sky.

Every minute, every second, thousands of ships emerge from the shimmering stargate out of curvature, these silent beasts made of steel, slowly drifting to the orbital starport under the traction of the guiding beam, through the slender carotid rope, the busy space elevator brings daily necessities to the 40 billion inhabitants of Chuantuo.

In the last era, countless races tasted the bitter consequences of the brutal and bumpy millennium war, and finally abandoned their prejudices under the force that transcended the boundaries and jointly built the Interstellar Federation. Chuantuo, on the other hand, became the capital.

Due to space constraints, it is a pity that I cannot describe in detail here how our calloused ancestors rebuilt their homes from the smoke-filled ruins.

As the sky-like Zeppelin floated lazily over the skyscraper with the banner "The Most Wanted Person of the Interstellar Federation is on trial", a farce had been staged in the magnificent building at the intersection of the prime meridian and the equator, where the plaque of the "Supreme Court of the Federation" was hung.

"Silence!"

A small hammer of pure gold struck the grooves of the wooden base, and the resounding echo reverberated through the solemn circular courtroom.

The werewolf judge, dressed in a spacious black robe and wearing a curly white wig, was pleased with the fact that the juries on either side of the courtroom had quieted down, a rare smile on its slender protruding face, and a yellowed tooth with the leaves of the beef burger it had eaten at noon.

The werewolf judge cleared his throat, straightened the thin gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and said in a thick and thick voice with caution:

"The person standing in the audience is Anduin Carnaline, who was born on Betelgeuse β planet and once ran the 'Wailing Angel Merchant Group'?"

In the wooden fence, the figure in the gray cloak seemed to tremble, and several rhino soldiers in Mark (2) nuclear-powered infantry armor and high-energy laser rifles next to him nervously pulled the bolt and pointed their guns at the cloaked man.

The jury let out another noise, the cyclops directly ripped off his suit and tie, Medusa squealed herself into a ball, and Beamon shuddered and blew her frightened snot on the collar of the handsome Bloodline guy in the front row, who was excitedly taking out the personal information terminal (commonly known as the mobile phone) and aimed it at the cloaked man for a wild shot, and there was no time to care.

"Silence!!"

The werewolf judge struck the hammer again, and his cold and piercing eyes were as clear as knives, sweeping over everyone, "Above the courtroom, there must be no noise." ”

The frightened jurors fell silent, and the elite of high social status quickly got out of the shadow of Anduin Carnaline's "exploits" and returned to their seats—a full 300 spectral floats connected to the cellular network system, which could directly lock on and kill any outlaws in less than a nanosecond, and of course, the unkind-faced and vicious rhino soldiers may have played a role.

The werewolf judge nodded in satisfaction, brushed the white fluff on his chin a little pompously, lowered his eyes and said coldly, "The person standing in the audience, but Anduin Carnaline?"

"Hehehe....."

A gloomy laugh sounded from the cloak, hoarse as a night crow, "a little cheap, tiresome to the ears." ”

The handsome guy of the blood clan stood up excitedly, covered his red and hot cheeks and screamed, "It's really him!"

Beamon's face turned pale, and he muttered to himself, "Oh my God, Anduin?

One of the bald heads of the two-headed ogre swallowed and said, "I heard that he eats a hundred Wood Elf brains every night so that he can sleep peacefully. ”

His brother, another head with Moxican's hair, gave him a disdainful look: "Idiot! That's what Neanderthal, the ghost-sucking demon can do, you remember!"

"Don't call me an idiot, idiot. The bald ogre spat on the ground and punched his brother in the face, and the Barors on the side whistled to make room for them.

The werewolf judge saw that the phalanx where the jury was located had begun to stage an all-out martial arts, and the whole wolf trembled with anger, his eyes were red, his muscles were entangled, and his blood was rushing, and the black robe on his body was so broken that there was a sound of cracking, and he was about to fall into a state of rage when he saw it, and forcibly suppressed this group of unprofessional jurors with force that had not yet degraded completely.

"Citizens, my good citizens, calm down. ”

The mighty voice of Hong Zhong Dalu echoed violently, and an oriental cyan dragon glided down from the open dome of the circular court, and it was difficult to describe the majestic momentum escaping from its body even in all the languages of the world, and six cyan claws covered with flowing cloud patterns and scales landed in the center of the court, and the sharp claw tips cut rough lines on the alloy floor of Mohs harder than carbon nitride.

"Your Excellency, President. ”

Everyone bowed their heads in unison, paying high respect to the ancient species that shaped the Interstellar Federation.

The dragon saluted, and said to the cloaked man in a serious but warm voice, "Mr. Anduin, won't you take off your cloak?"

Silent, he moved.

The plain gray hood flung down, and the green goblin, who was less than 1.4 meters tall, stood expressionlessly in the fence, with a small horse at his feet.

Anduin is handsome enough to attract the eyes of all women - if you stand in the perspective of goblins, sword eyebrows, starry eyes, and majestic hair, his appearance is at least equivalent to Tom Bu Mass plus Kaneshiro fog multiplied by Wu Yanzu. Of course, it is with the aesthetics of goblins.

The jury fell into an indescribable, frozen silence, and then erupted into frenzied, never-ending laughter.

"Judging people by their appearance is not the behavior of a gentleman or lady, especially in a solemn courtroom. The dragon swept over the citizens with a condemning gaze, then said apologetically to Anduin, "I'm sorry, Mr. Carnaline, I promise you a fair trial. ”

Anduin glanced at his lips and raised his hands to gesture to the shackles he was wearing, "What is the point of such words? You don't even have a lawyer for me. ”

"If you don't mind, I can act as your lawyer, and rest assured that, with my familiarity with federal law, I don't think there should be much of a problem defending the court in court. ”

The Dragon President smiled slyly and said, "But, before we do it again, I think we can make a deal..."