"Why...... It's the first time I've seen it, but I always feel like I've seen something similar before."

"Where is it......?"

Iroh stayed there for a long time, and suddenly raised his head in the direction of the central building and let out a continuous dragon roar!

The sound of majesty, a symbol of strength and conquest, filled the space in a few moments, and every corner of the Holy Flame Tribe trembled!

It would have been an ordinary day.

The kingdom of Minisk hadn't been at war for a long time, although in the southeast of the continent, Falkenridge and Stasi were fighting each other. The Setis steppe to the east of the Lujin Mountains was also plunged into war by the two empires of Hawar and Tadoya, so it was a dead silence for many years.

But the less something exists, the more people like to pay attention.

The Holy Flame Tribe itself is a relatively closed force, so the inhabitants here rely heavily on foreign merchants for information.

And among the anecdotes brought by the merchants, the one that attracted them the most was the war. Of course, it's men who love it, and while it's not allowed to try it out for yourself, talking about war is another way of showing it.

Goblin Ralph is one such war-loving maniac, which of course has something to do with his leadership in the production of new weapons in the arsenal.

Yesterday, Ralph's production team just completed an actual modification of the magic rifle, and after being granted a three-day vacation, he didn't get up until the sun had fully risen, ate breakfast cooked by the yellow-faced woman at home, and then walked from the Dongcheng district where he lived to the library in the Xicheng district to read books.

Although Ralph looks like a minotaur who has accidentally turned into a goblin in terms of size, personality, and everything, his greatest hobby is reading, especially those related to war.

After reading the book, Ralph walks through the West End to the "Flame Barley" bar near the plaza in the center of the city. Usually when he wasn't working, Ralph would spend his evenings at the bar, and his childhood friend, Dupont the Tiger Orc, would usually be here at this time.

The two men chatted and drank wine, and this is how they came over the evenings for almost the past few years.

As soon as Ralph's feet entered the bar, an overwhelming shout came from the noisy crowd: "Ralph! Here! Hey, Miles, give my buddy a rye!"

The interrupted people all glared at the tiger orc, and then the bar was back to the boiling point.

After Ralph poured down the second glass of rye, the two men discussed their recent work, and then drank rye as they listened to the discussions of the merchants across the long table, which was apparently very acceptable to Ralph.

This group of merchants from eastern Minisk brought with them new reports on the war between Falkenridge and Stasi

A bearded merchant was obviously not optimistic about his companion's arguments: "How can you say that! Do you think the Falkenridges are all paper-mâché? Why don't you look at the battle over there, where are they pushing the battle line? They must be at the gate of the capital of the Duchy of Stasi, maybe in a few days!"

"What do you know? Do you know how the rye you drink is made? You know it's made of wheat! Stupid, you haven't paid attention to Stasi's backstage Tadoya's actions until now? Do you know that Tadoya is about to negotiate peace with Havar?"

An old man with a white beard clearly wanted to knock him on the head.

A young man in a black apprentice magic robe on the other end obviously supported the latter: "Well, Tadoya can't stand it anymore, as long as the reinforcements arrive, no matter where Falkenridge hits, it's useless." ”

The old man glanced approvingly at the young man: "Tadoya has the support of the Holy See of Dawn, and if Falkenrich refuses to admit defeat at that time, it will be a direct confrontation with the Holy See." Not to mention that Fakenridge is the weakest of the nine kingdoms, even Minisk would not dare to provoke the Holy See directly. ”

When Ralph heard this, he couldn't help but sneer: "Stupid, who told you that Falkenridge is still the weakest of the Nine Kingdoms? And as long as they break through Stasi's capital before Tadoya arrives, and capture the Grand Duke to end the war, Tadoya will have no reason to join the war." ”

"You!"

The old man was obviously very angry: "End the war? Does Falkenridge have that strength? After all, Stasi has accumulated three generations of strength, and the capital as the core of the country does not want to be defeated for a month! And a month later, the steel torrent of Tadoya has long since drowned everything!"

Ralph was about to say something, but everyone suddenly heard a long groan from the sky, and the sound grew louder and louder, and the bar fell silent for a moment, so that the idea of rebuttal in his mind was completely forgotten.

The howl continued, and the air vibrated with some kind of concord, and the whole bar vibrated with it.

The voice faded, and the crowd was full of frightened and panicked faces.

Countless voices asked, "What is this sound?"

"I don't know, is this a monster? What monster in your Holy Flame Tribe has such a scary sound?"

Suddenly, someone on the street outside shouted, "Dragon!

I have to say that the way Eloh chose to appear really shocked the entire residents of the Holy Flame Tribe, and countless people, like Ralph, will never forget what they saw that afternoon:

A huge dragon, covered in black and gold, glowing scales, gently flapped its black wings more than ten meters wide, soaring in the sky of the Holy Flame Tribe with an incomparably graceful movement, occasionally letting out a long groan that made all things surrender.

A glittering golden pendant on the dragon's chest indicates that the other party seems to be different from those colorful dragons who are close to the end of their rope.

It was the most powerful being Ralph had ever seen in his life.

The dragon soared around the inner city several times before ascending, slowly flying in front of the central building of the Holy Flame Tribe, and disappeared in a burst of light.

No, in fact, Iroh didn't disappear, but only took on a human form, so that most of the inhabitants couldn't see Iroh's existence.

Naturally, Iroh didn't want to be so ugly, but the rulers of the Holy Flame Tribe seemed to have guessed his intentions and didn't let the turrets on the city walls fire at him, so as a corresponding sincerity, he also changed into human form to avoid causing more panic.

Of course, in addition to this, there is another reason.

There seems to be something interesting in the central building of the Holy Flame Tribe......

"Honorable and mighty dragon, I am the head of the Holy Flame Tribe, and you can call me Fast. You didn't inform us beforehand, so we apologize for not having time to prepare for you better. ”

On the first floor of the central building, a middle-aged goblin who looked very elegant waited politely, and only after instructing the guards around him to disperse the crowd of onlookers did he introduce himself.

Apparently he was also well aware of this characteristic of the dragons' penchant for flattery.

Regarding the political structure of the Holy Flame Tribe, Iroh also knows something from his inherited memories. Unlike principalities, kingdoms, and empires, the Sacred Flame Tribe adopts a system similar to that of a republic.

Its supreme leader is called the "Führer", which means "head of the senators".

The entire Holy Flame Tribe can probably be divided into two classes, that is, the commoners and the elders, and all the elders are divided into two factions according to different political philosophies to fight and win the support of the commoners. The leader of the winning faction will become the head of the state for a certain period of time.

And the winning faction will also have the power to govern.

Iroh didn't have any idea of the system, after all, he wasn't there to evaluate a political system.

Staring at Fast with a gentle but majestic gaze, Iroh muttered, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Yuan Xiansheng, I'm Aelo, the leader of the Tokamak faction. I think you've heard of me. ”

The arrival of Elo added a noble and domineering atmosphere to the entire hall.

The goblin Faster on the other side was indeed completely different from the goblins that Iroh had seen before, as the Holy Flame Tribe had shown. Not to mention the delicate clothes, not to mention the elegant conversation, decent smile and clean skin, to say that the kind of superior light in his eyes is definitely not something that other goblins can have.

It is the aura that can only be cultivated unconsciously by those who have been in a high position for a long time.

Hearing this, Fast nodded, and the respect in his eyes became more obvious. He bowed to Iroh, "Welcome to the Holy Flame Tribe, the great Tokamak Lord, and on behalf of the more than two million inhabitants of the Holy Flame Tribe, I would like to pay you the respect of the Holy Flame Tribe to the Dragons. What is the purpose of your visit to the Holy Flame Tribe?"

"It's very simple," Ielo didn't plan to play any tricks with Fast, but directly stated his purpose, "Become an ally of the Tokamaks and work together to subvert the old order of this continent!"

"In return, I will let the Solar Optics Association have the greatest possible technical exchanges with you, and at the same time, the Holy Flame Tribe...... No, the entire alliance of the Coverts will also receive the friendship and help of the Tokamaks. And I'm willing to offer something that you might be interested in in exchange for—"

"I'm sorry. ”

Before Iroh's words fell, Fast shook his head resolutely, "Great Dragon, I have heard some of your deeds, and I personally admire your help to the lower classes, but one of the principles of the Holy Flame Tribe is not to intervene in any disputes - please understand, my people only want to live a peaceful life." ”

"Oh, really?"

Hearing this, Iroh didn't have a surprised expression, but instead showed a playful smile, "Then he's ...... Do you think so?"

“？”

Before Fast could show his doubts, a voice suddenly sounded in the ears of the two: "Let him come, let's go to the Führer's office." ”

As Fast's expression changed, Iroh only saw a phantom of a silver dragon the size of a normal person suddenly appear out of thin air, and glanced deeply at him.