Throwing the little skeleton into mid-air to the bottom of a hollow valley, the young dragon hovered in the air and descended towards a swampy area.

Soon, in the fine sunlight, the young dragon retracted its wings and landed on a raised, snow-covered slippery rock, and the claws of the Sharp Dragon made contact with the rock, leaving behind broken lines.

Looking at the scene that was happening not far away, Saga was slightly stunned at first, and then showed a disgusted look that couldn't bear to look at directly.

"A bunch of inferior miscellaneous crumbs pollute my pure heart."

In Zachar's field of vision, there was a troll about nine feet, or about two meters and six meters tall.

In the rare land of the swamp, in the middle of the rough wooden tents that were haphazardly stacked, they were dressed in tattered animal skins, with a fishy smell emanating from them, their bare skin was mottled and ugly, green and brown spots were everywhere, their bellies were shriveled, and the backbone under the skin could be faintly visible on the hunchback, and they looked extremely thin, their fangs protruding from their turned lips, and their exaggerated claws were menacing.

Under Zachar's gaze.

The trolls were in pairs of twos, or threes, or even four or five, all right next to each other, doing shameless and nasty things in broad daylight, against the howling cold wind and the fine snow.

Zaga happened to encounter the troll's breeding day.

Trolls are a race of terrifying appetites and carnivorous creatures that will eat anything that can be hunted and never seem to be full.

However, despite their cruelty and ruthlessness, they are kind and gentle to their offspring.

Trolls know how to work as a team, with female trolls educating their offspring, while larger, more powerful male trolls spend most of their time hunting and bringing back food for the children and females in the clan.

It is only at certain times that the male trolls return to the clan and gather together for a gathering and procreation.

"Stop me!"

The young dragon spread its wings and let out a childish roar, while exuding a faint dragon might.

The trolls noticed Sagar's presence, and after a slight pause, the male trolls pulled out one after another, flicking their sticks absently, while looking at the little dragon with vicious eyes.

"Disgusting bugs, stop your actions and collect the treasures of your clan, it's time to pay taxes to the Red Flame Empress."

Looking at the scene of spicy eyes, Saga said.

"Wow Woo Wow Wow ..........."

A large troll of more than three meters, surrounded by a circle of female trolls, spoke to Saga that he did not understand.

The troll's muscles bulged and intertwined like tree roots, and his body was tall and strong, looking much more powerful than ordinary trolls, and at this time, because he had just finished a strenuous exercise, the heat emitted by his body met the cold air of winter, and a looming white smoke evaporated.

It is the leader of this troll clan.

It's just that the trolls speak the language of giants.

Saga only knew dragon and lingua franca, and had no idea what this guy was talking about for a long time.

"Taxes!"

"It's time to pay your taxes!"

Saga said it again in a lingua franca, flicking his tail impatiently.

This time, the other party seemed to understand Sachar's words, and said intermittently in a difficult and tongue-twisting lingua franca: "Tax........... Taxes, no ........... Yes. ”

"Ming..... Year...... Give again. ”

Hearing this, the young dragon opened its mouth, revealing its immature but sharp dragon teeth, which were snow-white and shiny in the sunlight, and said unhurriedly: "If you don't give it, then die." ”

"Still thinking about next year? If you don't pay taxes, you won't even see the sun tomorrow. ”

Trolls hunt far more frequently than other monster clans because of their insatiable appetites, and on Thorn Island, all the prey belongs to the Red Flame Empress, and if they don't pay taxes, they have only a dead end.

Especially.

In the case of this troll clan's unwillingness to serve the Red Dragon Lady.

More than dragons, more troll clans would rather become vassals of the giants and resist serving the dragons, while dragons and giants are opposites and undying enemies.

In fact, it is also possible to banish these trolls from Thorn Island.

But this is more troublesome, and they will be hated by them, and it will lead to possible revenge in the future, so it is better to slaughter them all directly.

As the leader of the five-colored dragons, the red dragon's style of acting is relatively simple and brutal.

Trolls have a bad brain, they don't have a lot of intelligence, and they think that the consequences of not paying taxes are not serious.

Under normal circumstances, the Troll Clan would have a highly intelligent Troll Wizard to lead the clan, but this Troll Clan has no intelligence mutants, and has suffered a loss in IQ and has now made a big wrong decision.

When the word death came from the little dragon's mouth, the troll leader felt that he had been provoked and threatened, and that it was from a weak young dragon, and immediately bared his teeth, baring his fangs, and roaring at Zaga.

This would never be the case with other races with high intelligence.

Meantime.

As if at the leader's orders, the other trolls picked up weapons such as large wooden clubs and maces, and stared at Zachar with hostile eyes.

The atmosphere became solemn.

"There are always ignorant beings who want to face the majesty of the true dragon."

"I wanted to give you a chance to live, but now you've managed to provoke me."

"Wait for death and destruction."

Saga raised his chin, his dragon wings waved, and under the gaze of the trolls, he suddenly flew away from the place in the face of the wind and snow.

The gentleman does not stand under the wall, there are hundreds of trolls here, and all of them have great strength and combat ability, which is not something that the little young dragon can solve at this time, Saga is not a strong dragon, he knows his strength level.

Other than that.

Zachar's task is not to exterminate disobedient clans, but to collect taxes.

For those who are disobedient and unwilling to pay taxes, there are naturally other ways to deal with them next.

Unruly in front of a real dragon?

It's not impossible, but it's better to be able to bear the consequences of such behavior.

Seeing the little dragon leaving, the troll leader shouted, as if he was roaring in victory to drive off the young dragon and keep the majesty of his leader, and then dragged two plump and fat female trolls, hugged left and right, and continued to lead the clan to have a coverless assembly and enjoy the joy.

For intellectual reasons, it was completely unaware of the serious consequences that followed.

"Deal with them in the evening."

"Let's go to the human town first."

Under the shroud of snow, the little dragon waved its wings, and its body soared into the sky, flying hundreds of meters into the air.