On an early spring morning, the rising sun shines with a soft, warm ray, dyeing the fertile earth golden. The dew slowly falls on the fragrant blades of grass, and the early birds are chirping in search of food.

A oriole pecked intently at the worm in its right paw, and in between feeding, it would occasionally tilt its neck alertly, and look sideways at the green-skinned soldiers standing solemnly on the city wall, as if wondering how these usually noisy fellows could be so honest.

On the towering walls of Pritz City, the goblin soldiers changed their usual casual posture and stood up straight one by one, if it weren't for the very conspicuous gray-green skin, I am afraid that it would be hard to believe from the appearance that this was actually a cowardly and lazy goblin.

They are dressed in dragonskin armor, with an elaborate dragonskin helmet on their heads, a dragon scale shield in their left hand, and a dragon's spine spear or dragon tooth knife in their right hand. This extremely luxurious equipment alone is enough to make the envoys of various countries go crazy with envy, and they say in their hearts that it is too extravagant and wasteful, such magical equipment should be given to the strongest and most elite soldiers, and Pritz actually equipped a weak goblin legion, which is simply a tyrannical thing.

The envoys were only interested in pitying the valuable magical equipment, and only a few people noticed that the goblins holding the magical equipment were almost as tall as human soldiers, with powerful muscles and muscles, and a layer of scaly armor on the exposed skin on their bodies. This discovery shocked several people, including Pope St. Paul, who came to watch the service from the Church of Light, Duke Solo of the Varu Empire, and Princess Sophia of the Paris Empire.

Judging from all kinds of traces, these goblins are far from being comparable to ordinary goblins, and it is no wonder that the Kingdom of Pritz will let goblin soldiers guard their own capital, maybe the strength of these xenomorph goblins is far better than that of ordinary human soldiers, otherwise these extravagant magical equipment will not be used by goblin soldiers.

If it's just some rare and rare magic equipment, then that's fine, but if there is another thing that people of insight associate with this, it is much more serious. I don't know how King Pritz cultivated these xenomorph goblins, but with the reproduction rate of goblins, if these xenomorph goblins really take root in the Pritz Kingdom, then the military strength of the Pridz Kingdom, which is already the best in the continent, may be even more invincible, and even the Pope of St. Paul can't help but feel bitter when he thinks of this.

If the original strength of the Principality of Pritz was just a small country, even if Leo was strong in his personal ability, he couldn't make any waves, then the current Kingdom of Pritz is enough to become a powerful country that can change the power pattern of the entire continent. If you look at the Kingdom of Pritz with the same attitude as before, it will obviously be inappropriate.

Led by the priests of the sun, the legations made their way through the heavily fortified walls of Pritz to the junction of Pritz City and the Dragon Mountains, where a vast expanse of flat grass had been cleared for the coronation of King Pritz.

Since Pritz City is a mountain city, and it is a very steep slope, it is difficult to find a square in the city that is large enough to accommodate all the spectators for the ceremony, so Leo simply placed his coronation ceremony outside the city.

Many long seats have been set up here for the envoys to rest, and there is a fence around it, behind which the mercenaries and residents who participated in the ceremony stand to avoid anything unpleasant and disrupt the coronation ceremony.

As the sun rose in the early spring, many of the envoys were already waiting impatiently, and as they looked from place to place, there was a loud cheer from the city, as the people along the city of Pritz spontaneously cheered for their king.

A loud sound of iron boots came from the city gates, and two teams of elite Spartan warriors, led by their military commander Asnod, marched past the gates with honor guards held high. Behind the Spartan warriors came the clattering of horses' hooves, and with the rhythmic sound of hooves, Leon's handsome figure slowly stepped out of the shadows of the city gates.

Under his crotch was a mount with sharp horns, and when he saw it, almost all the spectators stood up together, rubbed their eyes vigorously, and stared at them widely.

"This ...... Wouldn't it be dazzling for me?" one of the envoys muttered to himself, his words filled with disbelief.

"Yes...... It's true! It's really a unicorn, and it's a high-level unicorn!" exclaimed an envoy dressed as a magician, and his shouts caused another commotion in the crowd.

I saw that the head of the mount under Leo's crotch was a slender and sharp, spiral-shaped purple horn, and a trace of electric light flashed from time to time on the edge of the sharp horn, rendering this white unicorn more and more mysterious.

"My god of light, doesn't it say that the unicorn is a close friend of the elves, and that only pure virgins can be accepted by the unicorn?" asked Pope St. Paul, who could not believe what he had seen, subconsciously asked.

The white bishop of Leslie, who followed the Pope of St. Paul, glanced at His Majesty the Pope with some embarrassment, and said with a wry smile on his face: "Isn't this King of Pritz from the Varu Empire? ”

This answer was obviously not convincing, and Bishop Leslie paused and added: "The next time King Pritz appears on a wyvern, I don't think it's something to make a fuss about, this one always does something unexpected." ”

As soon as Bishop Leslie finished speaking, a group of large, bipedal wyverns suddenly flew out of the city of Pritz, and these wyverns circled Leo, constantly flapping their wings and soaring, and they also stretched out their long snake necks and roared in unison, this obscuration almost scared some timid envoys into peeing.

The muscles on Pope São Paulo's face twitched slightly, the expression did not know whether he was laughing or crying, and a pair of eyes stared at Leo who was triumphant, as if to see him through. Bishop Leslie next to him couldn't wait to give himself a slap in the face, saying something bad, but he just said what a flying dragon was, and at the same time, he also complained slightly in his heart that Leo was not naïve to make such a momentum with so many famous halls?!