For the Iron Princess Yalusel who suddenly appeared outside the city of Iliaba, Erebes obviously could not ignore it, let alone have any snubbing or rudeness.

After all, the other party is a member of Cormier's royal family, the biological daughter of the legendary King Yasan IV, and he is also a powerful warrior and purple dragon knight, who has commanded armies to defeat powerful enemies more than once.

Therefore, in order not to cause any diplomatic crisis, and to find out what Her Royal Highness the princess wanted to do, Erebes finally chose to invite the other party into the city first, and met the other party in the hall of the lord's mansion that had just been captured, which was also the castle.

As soon as they met, she noticed the pride that emanated from Yalusail, and the wildness that hid beneath the beautiful and elegant image of "princess" in the eyes of most people.

Yes!

It's wild!

Because the half-elf paladin noticed that the armor on the opponent's body did not have a single decorative pattern or gorgeous gemstone embellishment, completely following the principles of pragmatism and defense first, it even looked a little ugly.

This is undoubtedly a serious violation of women's nature to love beauty.

On the shoulders, abdomen, neck guards and other positions of the armor, you can also see very clear and obvious slash and puncture marks.

This shows that Jalusail is not the kind of commander who simply stays behind, but is a warrior who dares to lead his men to charge into the enemy.

And only a general who always charges at the front line will have so many scars on his armor.

In particular, those sharp eyes give people the feeling of an unsheathed sword, full of aggressive momentum, enough to impress anyone who sees it.

Most importantly, she didn't have the slightest princess shelf and reserve, and strode up to the front like a man, opened her arms to give Erebeth an almost rude bear hug, and greeted with a smile: "Good evening, friend from Neverwinter in the far north, it's nice to meet a young female commander like me in such a place." ”

"I'm glad to meet you, too, Your Highness Princess."

As a paladin who symbolizes purity, justice, and goodness, Erebeth is visibly stiff in his movements, and seems to be very uncomfortable with this kind of behavior that is too intimate when they meet for the first time.

However, out of politeness, she did not push the other person away, but let him stick to her cheek.

After the exchange of greetings, Yalusail immediately asked impatiently, "If you don't mind, can you give me a brief introduction to the current situation?"

The presence of your army here must mean that the army of Santil has been defeated or even defeated, right?

Where are Fuzor Chamberbery and his army at the moment, and how many soldiers are left?

Can you mark me on the map? ”

It has to be said that the Iron Princess's fanaticism for war and battle really startled Erebes, and hurriedly explained with a wry smile: "I'm sorry, things may be a little different from what you imagined.

In fact, I don't know what the battle is going on at Baldur's Gate, but I have been sent by Lord Soth to reclaim the important towns along the Chongsa River.

From the small town of Naxikai, we pushed east along the Ouerden Trade Road, recovering the captured town of Greennest, Beldasco, and Asbrewin, and had just taken the city of Eliaba just over an hour earlier.

According to Lord Soth's orders, the next step was to continue eastward to the Liberated Trade Highway to the town of the Dragon's Coast that had been captured by Santil.

Sadly, however, in the river wharf warehouse in Iliaba I found a great deal of resources and wealth plundered by Fuzor Chamberberry from the West Hartland region.

This also means that if he knows the news, he will definitely try to snatch these things back.

Therefore, I decided to abandon my original plan to go east, and I will stay here and wait for reinforcements.

It is believed that once His Excellency Soth wins the decisive battle, he will definitely rush over to help as quickly as possible.

When the time comes, the front and back attacks will inevitably hit the evil forces of Santil Fort hard, so that they will not be able to bring back the looted wealth and supplies.

By the way, I haven't asked you why you suddenly appeared here with an army?

Could it be that the Kingdom of Cormir is also ready to declare war on Fort Santil? ”

Hearing this, Jalusail immediately burst out laughing.

"Hahahaha! To tell you the truth, my father had wanted to send troops for a long time.

It's just that all kinds of troubles in Cormier have been going on and can't be spared at all.

But now......

He was persuaded by Lady Leila of Waterdeep to cut off Fazor Chamberbury's retreat and tell him to spit out all the supplies and wealth he had looted from the land, without thinking about taking it with him.

My father gave me a fleet and wanted me to intercept it at sea.

But I prefer a head-to-head duel on land rather than a war at sea.

So I handed over command of the fleet to another count, and I landed with more than 300 elite knights from the border Bosku Bridge, bypassing the city of Eastbound to Iliaba.

Originally, it was planned to launch a surprise attack to seize the place, and then use it as a base to cut off the retreat route of Santil Fort.

But I didn't expect you to be a step too late. ”

"So...... Would you like to join forces with us? ”

Erebes' eyes lit up slightly, and she seemed to understand the Iron Princess's thoughts.

Because she also intends to fight a resistance war here, to deplete Fuzor Chamberbury's living forces as much as possible, and to ensure that he can no longer pose a threat to the cities near the Dragon's Coast to the east.

"That's right! And I'd love to hear from you about the Lord Soth and his legendary adventures on the west coast of the continent of Feren. ”

As he spoke, Jalusail's eyes burst with naked and undisguised curiosity.

After all, she had already obtained some relevant information from other intelligence agencies in the palace and Laila, and suddenly became interested in this young man who was close to her own age.

Whether it's the identity of its multiple god electors, or the ability of a traveling mage who can freely travel between different planes and even time and space.

In addition, the Iron Princess also learned about the process of going to the bottomless abyss to rescue the goddess of wealth Wokin from Bonita, a legendary purple dragon knight who returned home to visit her family.

This is why she did not stay at sea honestly, but led more than 300 knights to run all the way to Iliaba, an important town on the Chongsa River.

Erebeth replied with a smile, "Of course it's fine.

However, I don't know much about Lord Soth, and I am afraid that I will not be able to satisfy all your curiosity.

And after such a long journey, I think you and your knights should be hungry too.

Why don't we talk while we eat? ”

Yalusail nodded thoughtlessly: "Of course! On behalf of all the Cormier Knights, I thank you for your hospitality. Also, be sure not to think of me as a princess, just as a normal cavalry commander. ”

Soon, the two young female commanders, both of whom possessed considerable command skills and military qualities, went to the dining room side by side.

With the arrival of more than 300 elite Cormier knights, Erebeth obviously has the confidence to fight against the elite forces of Santil Fort.

You must know that these knights are not ordinary guards and militiamen who may not even have a LV1 warrior level, but noble knights who have at least LV5 warriors and LV1 purple dragon knight professional levels.

In the feudal kingdom of Cormyr, they not only held titles of nobility and fiefdoms, but many were also sons or daughters of large aristocratic families with no right of inheritance.

Therefore, the role that these three hundred knights can play when they are actually put into battle is equivalent to three or four thousand or even more.

This meant that Erebeth didn't have to worry about his inferior soldiers not being able to withstand the onslaught of the Dark Guardians of the Bane Church, which would eventually lead to a rout.

……

The little episode that is taking place in the Far East, Zuo Si obviously does not know.

Or rather, he's still busy with something much more important than that.

As the night passed, the sun rose again above the sea level, bringing light and heat to the whole world, and Baldur's Gate, which had been partying all night, finally became a little quieter.

Many civilians who were so drunk that they were lying in the streets and alleys were lying in the streets.

Some of them hugged each other and muttered something in their mouths, while others held all kinds of animals, wine bottles, tables, stools, vases, and other messy things in their arms.

Worse still, they lay unconscious on their vomit and excrement.

The chest full of black hair and the ass of white flowers are displayed in such a grand manner.

In short, this picture alone can definitely help those who have not yet developed the habit of drinking heavily to stop drinking.

If it happens in the modern society of the earth, then when these people wake up, they are afraid that they will die on the spot, and they must consider living on another planet.

But that's not the point!

The point is that at the instigation of those maritime merchants, more than 20,000 people gathered at the entrance of the Supreme Hall, the central palace of Baldur's Gate, shouting that they would join the merchant empire of Amm and become a port city under their command.

With such a big battle, it was naturally impossible not to alarm the representatives of the towns in the Northlands who had held a banquet all night.

Everyone, including Erastro, walked up to the balcony of the upper floors and watched the spectacular and shocking scene from a condescending perspective.

Piergueren, the open lord of Waterdeep, looked incredulous, and turned to stare at fellow lord Kelburn, as if to ask how this was done.

That's 20,000 people, after all!

Although in turbulent years, the permanent population of Baldur's Gate once reached 86,000 to 115,000.

However, the violent upheaval caused by the defeat of the gods to the mortal world, the negative impact of the defeat in the naval battle with the Nelanthor Islands a few years ago, and the recent war sparked by the conspiracy of Shalophok, the son of Baal, all contributed to the precipitous decline of the city's permanent population.

There are probably fewer than 50,000 today.

Excluding underage children and the elderly with limited mobility, this is already almost the entire young and middle-aged population of the entire city.

And it can be clearly seen that the proportion of women is much higher than that of men.

Because many men died in the previous war, and at the same time, a large number of widows who lost their husbands and children who lost their fathers were left behind.

There is no doubt that these groups, who are disadvantaged in traditional societies, need protection from powerful outside forces more than ever.

This is one of the reasons why the maritime merchants were able to stir them up.

"Looks like you've earned the approval of the people of the city, haven't you?"

Erasdra teased meaningfully.

She's not blind enough to know what happened last night during the party.

The merchants who had been propped up by the Nälancer Islands opened their warehouses and distributed large quantities of food and alcohol to ordinary people as if they didn't need money, and then instilled in them that if Baldur's Gate wanted to survive and become better, they had to merge into Am.

Otherwise, a similar situation will play out again.

Out of fear of being occupied by the monster army of Santil Fort before, this scene was seen by everyone this morning.

Although the means are a little shady, it is indeed a manifestation of the will of the people.

You must know that Baldur's Gate was ruled by a council composed of four dukes, but it has long been disappointed by the defeat of the naval battle and the exposure of a large number of shady scenes.

Years of intense infighting have made the business environment worse and worse.

This is also why Shalovok's operation can go so smoothly, and even the death of several dukes and their entire families has not caused any violent backlash.

The truth is that ordinary people have long been indifferent to the lives and deaths of these dukes, their families, and allies.

The war in Shalovok, which resulted in the death of a large number of men, and the occupation of Baldur's Gate by the army of Santilburg and the raising of butcher's knives against the upper ruling class, awakened the fear of the city's lower classes.

Now they don't want to continue tossing, and they don't care about any free will, they just want a stable and peaceful life.

So now the question arises.

What kind of system is the most stable and least prone to problems on the continent of Faeron?

The answer is obviously a feudal monarchy and a country ruled by powerful mages!

Look at the kingdom of Cormier, and then look at Harua, the nation of mages made up of the remnants of Netheril, which has not stood and existed for thousands of years, and there is very little violent upheaval.

By contrast, look at the West Coast city-states with so-called parliaments and democracies.

Since the establishment of Deep Water City, there has been continuous civil strife, and it has not been until the last two or three hundred years of power alternation that it has slowly stabilized, and various bloody assassinations and armed seizures of power have emerged one after another;

Silvermoon City has also experienced a revocable past, and it was not until Erastro came to power that it truly prospered;

Not to mention Baldur's Gate, which has undergone three changes of power.

The worst of these was known as the "Tax Revolt", in which peasants and local lords levied taxes on passing ships, which led to a backlash of resentment among the shipowners, which eventually led to a war.

This revolt led to a direct hostility between the merchant and pirate classes and the local peasants and lords to this day.

So, after the maritime merchants listed a large number of sifted facts, the inhabitants of Baldur's Gate began to believe that both the parliamentary system and the so-called democratic vote would only bring endless chaos and disaster.

Rather, it is a powerful monarch with absolute power who can bring about the order and tranquility he desires.

So, this scene appeared in front of me.

Of course, there must be a covert push by the Bane Church.

Although Fuzor Chamberbury ran away, he secretly left many of Bane's priests hidden in the shadows, planning to jump out and build a temple as soon as Zuo Si took power, so as to expand the influence of the god of tyranny in this land.

Zuo Si didn't rush to start his political performance, but lowered his voice and whispered in the ear of the Queen of Silver Moon City, "Remember what I told you before?

Most ordinary people have neither the ability to think independently nor the ability to distinguish between right and wrong, just a group of blind followers who are easily led by the nose.

Their herd mentality is like a herd of sheep, always following the actions of their leaders.

If you want to exert influence on the majority of people, then as long as you control a few of them, you can let them act according to their own will and get the desired results.

That's why I say that Silvermoon City's one-person-one-vote political electoral system is just a joke.

Is it really fair that a scholar with decades of experience in political economy and a waster who usually does nothing and just stays in a tavern and talks about it has only one vote in the election?

If one day he needs to vote to decide something important, and the latter's last vote will determine the future of the city, as a result he makes the wrong choice and ends up causing a terrible catastrophe.

So who should bear this responsibility?

The people who voted?

Or is it the rubbish that only talks about it?

Therefore, the concentration of power is the ultimate way out for a state and a political entity.

Only in this way can you realize your ideals and unite the entire Silver Moon Alliance.

Politics is the evilest, dirtiest, and meanest game in the world, and good people can't survive within this realm.

If you want to be successful, you must first stifle your naïve and unrealistic ideals. ”

"This is your theory of doing good by evil means? Do you think that the mind and will of the ruler is the key to determining the final outcome? Erasdra narrowed his eyes and questioned.

"Isn't it?"

Zuo Si asked with a smile.

"Look at Neverwinter under Lord Nasir and Silvermoon under yours;

Look again at Serge, ruled by the red-robed mage;

and Am, who had previously ruled the Council of Six.

I think it's easy to draw conclusions.

Politics is a game that focuses more on results than on process.

In addition, there is such a thing as power that has been based on violence from the very beginning.

You don't think that people respect the law because it has some sacrosanct power, do you?

No!

People are simply afraid of the law enforcement behind the law, which is, to put it bluntly, violence enough to kill.

And what you see now is this picture of the people's aspirations, which is nothing more than accurate psychological control and a kind of manipulation of social group thinking.

I'm sorry, but I'll have to be absent for a moment to respond to the petitions of these Baldur's Gate residents. ”

After saying this, Zuo Si stood up and jumped directly from the balcony, shouting at the boiling crowd: "Quiet! Please be quiet! I can't talk to so many people at the same time, so please elect a few representatives. ”

Moment!

The team of more than 20,000 people fell silent and began to stare at each other, showing that ordinary people would be overwhelmed by the appearance of important occasions.

But soon, several "actors" who were hired at a great cost quickly won the recognition of those around them with their excellent professional skills.

After a while, more than a dozen "deputies" were thus elected.

No one knew at all, they had actually been predetermined a long time ago, and even the maritime merchants who were hiding behind the scenes and fanning the flames did not know the real situation.

To be precise, these delegates were mostly professional bards, born to do things like spies, assassins, demagogues, and demagoguery.

Their real employer is none other than the core members of the Arcane Mystic Society, led by Jeffrey.

As a blade against the bureaucracy, these lichs have cultivated and hired a large number of bards in recent years.

On weekdays, these poets were in various towns, attending various banquets and performances, and secretly gathering a great deal of information, both enemy and internal.

Moreover, unlike many people's impression that they only play and sing in taverns for entertainment, the bards are very good at illusions, transformations, and musical arcane magic, and also have good stealth abilities.

This is why the League of Harpists, the largest intelligence organization, is marked by one of the most frequently used instruments by bards, the harp.

Because the proportion of bards in this organization is much higher than in other professions.

However, unlike the function of the harpist, the bards trained by the arcane mystic will not only train the skills of the original bards, but also take extra time to learn the personal psychology and the psychology of the general public.

Rather than gathering information and spying on enemy intelligence, they are better at carrying out the task of inciting people on a massive scale and then playing hundreds or thousands of people in the palm of their hands.

In particular, the successful manipulation of other people's thoughts and behaviors can easily make these guys feel inexplicably excited and satisfied.

It's as if you're a king who hides in the dark, while others are clowns who are manipulated and don't know anything.

Just as the leader of the Northland town stared with envy at Zuo Si, who was negotiating with the "delegates", Kelburn quietly came up behind Erastro and asked in a very low voice, "What did Soth just talk to you about?" Your face seems to be a little ugly. ”

"No, it's nothing, I just feel like I've taken a little bit of a blow to my confidence."

The Queen of Silvermoon City raised her head and a faint wry smile appeared.

"Blow?"

Kyleburn blinked inexplicably.

Erastro stroked the long silver hair hanging down from his ears and nodded slightly: "Yes."

I suddenly realized that compared to Soss, the political ideas and bottom line that I had adhered to now seemed very naïve and ridiculous.

Clearly, he has a better understanding of the nature of politics and rule than we all do, and knows exactly what to do and when.

No wonder Asmodeus invites him to join Hell.

I believe that with such a good helper, the political situation in Bato's hell will gradually become more and more stable from the original undercurrent to the realization of some kind of ultimate evil order. ”

"I've never doubted that.

In fact, it was precisely because of these qualities in Soth that I chose to support him in building a vast West Coast empire.

After all, in our world, there has never been a country with a huge land area and a high degree of political, economic and cultural unity.

The Mulholland Empire in the East, though large and unified, relied not on secular power, but on a theocratic state ruled by the gods themselves.

Ever since the gods returned to the outer planes, the old empire has been engaged in intrigues and power struggles, no different from those of the great empires that have appeared in history.

Similarly, Searle, which has a huge land area, is also not a unified country.

Because its actual rulers, the red-robed mages themselves are not a united whole.

The parliament was divided into two opposing camps, represented by the leaders of the factions.

So I really want to see for myself what the kind of country that Soth is talking about is like, and what a profound impact it will have on the whole world. ”

As he said this, a look of anticipation appeared on Kelburn's serious face.

"Soth wants to build a new form of nation, and what you want to see is a new order that can break the shackles of the past. In a way, you should both be the same kind of people. ”

Erasdra couldn't help but sigh softly.

Sometimes she really wants to be as simple and pure as Kelburn.

But because of your special status, no matter what you do, you must make complex trade-offs between the pros and cons, otherwise it will cause a series of problems.

The most obvious example is that as the Queen of Silvermoon City, Erasdr must notify and obtain permission before entering other realms, city-states, and countries, otherwise serious diplomatic disputes will immediately ensue.

But Kyleburn doesn't have to comply with that.

While the two were talking, Zuo Si had already completed the negotiations with the "representatives", and staged a high-profile "three invitations and three concessions" in front of everyone, and finally reluctantly agreed to allow Baldur's Gate to become a part of Amm "as a last resort".

Moment!

The gathered crowd erupted in enthusiastic cheers.

Under the guidance of some "well-intentioned people", the title of "Your Excellency Soss" gradually became "Your Majesty Soss".

It has to be said that this political show was an unprecedented success.

Because no one in this land had ever played such a trick before.

In particular, the constant rejection and embarrassment made the simple residents of Baldur's Gate believe that they had taken advantage of it this time.

The seamen, who had received the greatest benefit, burst into tears of excitement and offered the treasures at the bottom of the family box as gifts to the new ruler of the city as congratulations.

Also very happy with this result are the metal dragons of the good camp who came to make do with the fun.

After all, such a scene of spontaneous petitions by the people, and the benevolence and modesty of the rulers, happens to be what they admire and are most happy to see.

So when leaving, without exception, they all expressed their blessings to Zuo Si, and said that if there is anything that needs help in the future, they must come to themselves.

In this way, under the condition that Baldur's Gate was "popular with the people", Zuo Si easily obtained the legal right to rule, and at the same time was recognized by all the towns in the Northland.

And that's just the beginning......

Over the next few days, he sent his army eastward, recovering all the towns south of the Meandering River, even Kamop and Hrushva, which were previously controlled by the Santarim Order near the Sunset Mountains.

Immediately after that, they concocted the same method, and carried out annexation under the banner of liberation and democracy.

The terrifying rate of expansion and the fanatical support of the locals made Piergalen's scalp tingle.

If he had been humiliated and angry when he was forced to relinquish leadership, now there is only deep fear.

The mighty warrior suddenly realized that Zuo Si's political skills were very different from any enemy he had ever faced before.

For the relatively primitive, barbaric, simple and rough political environment in the Northland, it is an out-and-out dimensionality reduction attack.

No town can survive such an attack without falling.

Soon, Piergalen came to Kelburn and asked with a solemn face: "My dear old friend, I think it is not difficult for you to see the ambition of that young man, right?" Tell me, what exactly does Waterdeep have to do to ensure that it won't be annexed? ”

"I'm sorry, man, but I can't give you an exact answer this time.

Because politically, militarily, economically, we cannot be a match for Soss.

So instead of thinking about fighting an invincible enemy, I suggest that you take a moment and think about using this time to make Waterdeep more prosperous.

When that day comes, use it as a bargaining chip in exchange for more autonomy.

That's the only way out for us.

And don't you think that this unity is much stronger than the division and turmoil that has remained in the north for thousands of years? ”

Kelburn quietly gave his opinion.

But Piergalen apparently did not think so, and immediately gritted his teeth and roared: "No! I will never allow anyone to swallow Waterdeep! Since you are not willing to help me, then I will go to someone who is willing to help me. ”

With that, he turned away in a huff.

Kelburn stood still and watched the other man's back fade away, touching the beard on his chin and muttering in a voice that only he could hear, "Don't be blinded by anger and make the wrong choice." Otherwise, you will pay an unimaginable price for it. ”

……

Just as Zuo Si was methodically advancing his sphere of influence towards the Dragon Coast, in the Dragon Forest, not far from Soba Town, an unknown tragedy had come to an end.

In this dense forest of tall redwoods and pine trees, the green dragon, which once firmly dominated the country, is now reduced to a dozen eggs still in hatching and less than ten young dragons that have only been born.

As for the rest, almost without exception they all died under Davidian's sword.

The entourage who had followed Zuo Si for the longest time had not even transformed into a flaming red dragon, and had already completed the task assigned by his master with his swordsmanship alone.

At this moment, a female green dragon that had reached the age of the ancient dragon was lying in her lair on her laurel, raising her head and staring at the sudden intruder with resentful eyes, as well as the black dragon next to her, who was the leader of the party, and cursed resentfully: "Damn traitor! I knew that you were such an ungrateful wretch, I shouldn't have agreed to take you in the first place, but just bit off your neck. ”

The black dragon Mul Harans was obviously different from most evil dragons with a violent temper, and he just rolled his eyes at this painless curse, and retorted in an angry tone: "Thanksgiving? Stop it!

Didn't you take me in to treat me like a servant?

Count how many dangerous jobs you've instructed me to do since I settled in this forest?

Almost all the green dragons played me like a fool.

Do you think I'm really that stupid?

Miss by a mile!

The reason why I put on that appearance is so as not to arouse your vigilance.

But now it's different, I've taken refuge in a powerful and terrifying master.

This flaming red dragon named Davidian was one of the subordinates sent by his master.

In the presence of the great Lord Soth, you are nothing more than small worms that can be crushed to death at will.

Remember, this massacre today is not because of what you have done to me, but because you have been hired by Fort Santil in vain to be an enemy of your master.

The master needs to make an example of what it means to be an enemy of all the dragons under his rule by killing a hundred dragons. ”

"Aren't you afraid that if you do this, you will be settled by the great Queen Tiamat after death?"

The green dragon struggled to hold its head high, trying to save his life by intimidating him.

Despite being the god of dragons, Tiamat is not seen as a god in the eyes of most dragons, but as a powerful and evil predecessor or monarch.

In particular, the green and blue dragons, who tend to be orderly, tend to call them queens.

"What is there to be afraid of? Anyway, I have sold my soul, and there is a high probability that I will go to hell to be with the devil after I die. ”

Mulhalans put on a posture that a dead pig was not afraid of boiling water, and even took the initiative to show off his purgatory blood and mark.

Although this kind of purgatory transformation was still in its infancy, his body had grown in size in the past two days, and his basic attributes had also improved.

"Phew! You're a disgrace to the color dragon! It's a good thing you're not a green dragon, otherwise I'd rather dye my scales a different color. ”

The ancient green dragon squirted a mouthful of saliva mixed with blood, thick phlegm, and strong acid from his mouth to express his inner disdain.

If she could, she really wanted to spew deadly dragon breath out of her mouth.

But the problem is that the black dragon is inherently completely immune to the damage of all strong acid energy.

Therefore, the green dragon's acid mist could not cause even the slightest damage to the black dragon.

Of course, the reverse is also true.

Purely in terms of breath, the two sides belong to a typical golden bell jar and iron cloth shirt, and they can't break the defense.

Mul Harans was very keen to dodge this saliva attack, and mocked disdainfully: "Whatever you say, anyway, compared to you losers, I managed to survive, and that's the most important thing."

As long as I can live, I am willing to abandon respect and bottom line to do anything and make all the changes needed.

As for you......

Let's die with the pride of the so-called green dragon. ”

With the last word blurted out, this alternative black dragon suddenly pounced at a lightning speed, biting the opponent's neck without mouthing, and at the same time, the whole body pressed up so that the hard-hit green dragon could not turn over.

It didn't take long for the ancient dragon green dragon, who had ruled the dragon forest for hundreds of years, to swallow its last breath in humiliation.

You must know that the green dragons in this forest are basically all her heirs, and accept her rule and leadership.

Looking at the corpse of the other party that had lost its vital characteristics, Mul Harans let out a long breath, spit out the acidic blood in his mouth, and walked quickly to Davidian and asked respectfully, "What do you think of those dragon eggs and young dragons?" I think it will be a disaster to keep them sooner or later, so it is better to just cut the grass and eradicate the roots. ”

"No, there is no need for that. Both the eggs and the young dragons will be sent to the Floating City of another world, where they will be experimented with and modified. ”

With that, Davidian opened the box he was carrying and stuffed all the young dragons and dragon eggs into it.

As a warrior, he knew nothing about magic and genetic research, but he knew that the most important thing for this type of experiment was to have enough living bodies.

And the cubs and eggs of the green dragon happen to be the perfect experimental material.

At the words "experiment" and "transformation", Mul Hallamston felt a chill run down his spine.

He had thought that the suggestion to kill them all was insidious and vicious enough.

But now it seems that he is simply too far behind the new owner.

Just as the two of them were about to leave after searching all the treasures in the lair, a huge and evil force descended from the sky.

Next Second......

An oversized dragon with five heads and colorful patterns on its torso appeared in front of them out of thin air.

In particular, the red, blue, green, black, and white heads are so recognizable.

You don't need to ask to know that this is an incarnation descended from Tiamat, the god of evil dragons.

As a black dragon, Murhaland was frightened into cardiac arrest almost instantly, and his muscles tensed all over his body and he stood in place and did not dare to move.

In contrast, Davidian was much braver, directly incarnating as a flaming red dragon and releasing the power derived from the fire elemental prince in his body, intending to fight with the god incarnation in front of him.

Anyway, for him, death is nothing more than an alternative rest.

After a period of time, you can still resurrect at full health, but you will lose the follower level that you have increased during this time.

Tiamat was visibly aware of Davian's reaction, and the red dragon's head suddenly let out a low laugh: "Hehehehehe—I appreciate your bravery and loyalty!"

But don't be so nervous, because I'm not here to trouble you.

On the contrary, I want you to bring a message to your master, saying that I wish to meet him. ”

"You want to see the master? So why not just go to him? ”

A look of confusion appeared on Davian's face, and he also retracted his attacking stance.

"Because there are so many gods staring at Soth, I don't want to expose myself and cause unnecessary trouble.

Especially my nemesis, if he knew about my plan, he would definitely try to thwart and sabotage it.

What's more, he is now a celebrity in the eyes of Asmodeurs.

Once I meet with Soth publicly, God knows what the Lords of Hell will think.

Here, you just have to help me give this to him. ”

With that, Tiamat peeled a glowing scale off her body and tossed it over, before vanishing into a gust of wind without a trace.

After a full minute, the black dragon Mur Harans pounced and fell to the ground with a whole body, gasping for breath.

He was obviously frightened, and thought that the dragon god had come to clear the portal for him.

Feeling the evil divine power contained in the dragon scales in his hand, Davion did not dare to slack off at all, and immediately returned to his human form and dragged the half-paralyzed Murhalan to perform teleportation magic and return to his master's side to report the situation.

(End of chapter)