After glancing at the corpses of his own clan covered the ground, and then looking at the few remaining living clansmen who followed him, the patriarch of the Red Dragon Clan and the nominal controller of the entire small dragon tribe, Ogrera, angrily questioned the patriarch of the Black Dragon Clan, Sarate, with a desolate tone. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

After listening to the Red Dragon Clan's patriarch Ogrilla's questioning of him, the Black Dragon Clan's patriarch Salat retorted even more angrily: "You still dare the wicked person to sue first, you did it first, my son was assassinated by you!"

"You fart!" A bloodied red dragon who followed Ogrilla glared at his two huge dragon eyes like a small house, and retorted loudly with fire in his mouth: "All our clansmen are staying in the tribe, and none of our clansmen have ever gone out, you say, which of our clansmen killed your son, you say!"

"I believe you when you say that, who can prove that you never left the tribe!" Salat glared at the red dragon with a fierce voice.

"Boriel and his people are also in the tribe, if you don't believe him, you can ask him!" the red dragon replied to Salat in a loud voice.

After listening to the words of the red dragon in front of him, the patriarch of the black dragon clan, Salat, glanced back at the black dragon clan behind him, this black dragon was the Bolier mentioned in the red dragon's mouth.

After seeing the patriarch looking at him, Boriel, who was also covered with wounds, was stunned at first, and then replied decisively: "How do I know if they have left the tribe, do they have to report to me when they leave the tribe!"

Black Dragon Borier did not tell the truth, as one of the few thoughtful dragons in the Black Dragon Clan, he has been silently paying attention to the dynamics of the Red Dragon Clan, he knows very well that there is indeed no red dragon who has left the tribe, but, so what, now, everyone is fighting like this, the mortal feud has been settled, it is already a situation of endless death, no matter how much it is, it is useless to say more!

After listening to Pollier's answer, Salat twisted his neck back, glared at the red dragon angrily, spewed a mouthful of crushed ice crystals, and roared angrily: "Do you hear that, Newman! Borier doesn't know if you have left, what else do you have to say, now, either you surrender and we will spare your life, or we will leave a corpse and our souls will be imprisoned forever!"

After listening to the threat of the Black Dragon Clan's patriarch Zarate, the Red Dragon Clan's patriarch Ogrilla fell silent, and the few remaining red dragons who followed him all impassionedly asked the patriarch to lead everyone to fight the Black Dragon Clan to the end.

Although the patriarch of the Red Dragon Clan, Ogrera, does not lack the courage to fight to the death with the enemy, but, as the patriarch, he must think about the future of his race, if he really fights with the Black Dragon Clan, then all the people of his Red Dragon Tribe will inevitably die completely, this is not what he wants to see, however, surrendering to the Black Dragon Clan as their slave is not a fate that the arrogant Ogrilla can accept!

Just as Ogrera, the patriarch of the Red Dragon Clan, was struggling with how to decide the future fate of his people, whether to be slaves or fight to the death, Wang Xu and others, who were five kilometers away from the place of conflict, once again rode on a giant undead bat and took off into the air.

At this time, relying on the light cluster flashing from the dragons themselves as a light source, Wang Xu and the others also saw the tragic situation of the two dragons facing each other at this moment, and a burst of dragon roars like twilight drums and morning bells continued to drum from afar, shaking Wang Xu's fragile eardrums!

While listening to the quarrel-like squirting of the dragons of the two opposing clans, Zana, who has studied the dragon language the most, turned her head and said to the others: "One of the two black dragons we killed turned out to be the son of the black dragon clan patriarch Salat, hehe, we are so lucky!"

"Oh...... I see, the probability of success of our plan for the dragon clan infighting was originally less than 30%, but now it is unusually smooth, I just feel that this matter is going smoothly a little weird, and I have repeatedly thought about the reason, it turns out that the reason is so simple!" Wang Xu shook his head with a wry smile.

To be honest, even if Wang Xu thought of countless possibilities, but among these possibilities, none of them was that he was lucky enough to slaughter the child of the boss of the Black Dragon Clan, and this level of luck was almost the level of shit luck after stepping on countless shit.

"Two hundred black dragons, you only killed two, and you killed the eldest child, and the probability of encountering this one percent is indeed very lucky...... even Afra couldn't help but praise Wang Xu.

"Luck is also part of strength...... Wang Xu chuckled narcissistically as he raised his chin towards Afra and boasted.

"Okay, don't talk about anything else, what are we going to do next?" Looking at Wang Xu's narcissistic expression, Nilou pursed the corners of her mouth unhappily, and then continued to ask Wang Xu, "Shall we go over now?"

"It's not time yet," when answering a serious question, Wang Xu's expression returned to a silent demeanor again: "They are still facing each other at this time, the victory or defeat is not divided, let's wait a while, and after they divide the victory and defeat, we will go over, at that time, it is the time when their spirit is the most relaxed!"

"There is still no victory or defeat at this time!" After listening to Wang Xu's suggestion, Afra asked with a smile: "Don't you see, there are less than ten red dragons left over there, and there are hundreds of black dragons, don't you think that the red dragon still has a chance to turn defeat into victory, right?"

"It's not enough to turn defeat into victory, but don't forget, there's still one trick that will end up together, huh...... Hmph......" Wang Xu narrowed his eyes, stared at the small number of red dragons in the distant sky, and said gloomily: "Ten red dragons with the strength of the Holy Rank, if all of them blow themselves up, their power will be enough for the hundred black dragons to drink a pot, if the opportunity is grasped well, it is not impossible to die together!"

After listening to Wang Xu's speculation, all the women around him were stunned, and even Zana, who was superior in wisdom, twisted her eyebrows into the word "Chuan".

"No......" Afra, whose eyes were round, sighed with a long sigh after relieving herself.

"The rabbit jumps over the wall when he's in a hurry, let alone the tsundere dragon?" Wang Xu raised his eyebrows at Afra and said his judgment.

"So, we have to prevent this possible self-explosion," Wang Xu once again regained his serious expression, and said in a deep voice: "If those ten red dragons really blew themselves up, then their power will be more than a hundred times stronger than the explosion just now, so we have to prepare in advance!"

After listening to Wang Xu's suggestion, the six girls of Nilou all nodded in agreement, and at this time, when they looked at Wang Xu, the kind of gaze that seemed to see the ancient main god appeared again.

Just when Wang Xu and the others began to discuss how to deal with the terrifying events that might happen next, Ogrella, the patriarch of the Red Dragon Clan, who had been entangled for more than a minute, finally spoke...... (To be continued.) )