"You don't mind if I ask your dependents a few questions, do you?"

Sure enough, he heard Nymphadora asking him.

Theoretically, of course, she could ask directly, but now, as a Dragonwing Protector under David's command, she had to make the other party feel respected by her.

Even the red dragons didn't seem to care too much about this at the moment.

"Of course." David immediately hooked the tip of his tail at Locinder, the first family member who was a little suspicious not far away, as if he was talking to himself with someone who didn't exist.

"My lord." Locinder immediately left his fugue state and came to David's knees on one knee.

"You can ask." David immediately raised his chin at Nimphadora.

Nymphadora bowed, and immediately asked the barbarian who was pleased to submit:

"About the 'Dragon-Blood Warrior Ascension Ceremony' that the elves taught you, who else knows about it?"

Hearing this question, Losinde, who was still a little excited, immediately looked gloomy, and said with a bitter smile:

"The exact steps of the ritual and the list of materials required are known only to my uncle, who is the patriarch, except for me."

Really......

David and Nymphadora looked at each other silently.

"Tell me." David commanded.

I heard Locinder open his mouth and continue to tell the truth:

"I originally wanted to make it public, for the benefit of all the mountain barbarians, even my wife's ogre clan.

"In this way, it may not take fifty years, but as long as it takes three generations of efforts, we may be able to push the combat power of our entire mountain barbarians to a peak, and from then on, we will completely get rid of the status quo of servile to the High Elves, and even get rid of the situation of fighting each other over food and territory, and even one day, we mountain barbarians will be able to work together to counterattack the New World......"

David and Nymphadora smiled in agreement.

Laugh at the innocence of this barbarian.

It's almost impossible.

Because human nature has always been selfish.

Sure enough, I heard Locinder laugh a little dejectedly:

"But when I told the patriarch about my vision with his inheritance of the High Elves, I was met with a cold rebuke.

"He told me to keep it a secret, and told me that if I did make it public, all I would get was endless strife among the tribes, and merciless strangulation from 'the sons of my father,' nay, from the 'sons of the savages.'

"With my uncle's stern warning, I was hesitant before heading to the Dragon's Lair.

"So far, only the surrounding tribes that my uncle has said they moved away from Katagana know about it.

"After the battle at the southern foot of the mountain range, these tribes, which had lost a lot of their youthful strength, have gradually converged under the integration of my uncle.

"According to my uncle's wishes, only barbarians who are willing to join our tribe by joining the army or by swearing by their own beast spirit can grant the status of a dragon-blooded warrior and the right to try to study elven professions and martial arts."

Hearing this, David basically knew what to expect.

He originally thought that the barbarians of the entire Old World were about to usher in a major version update, and he was directly promoted to the son of the version at the end of this century.

Now it seems that it is not that this barbarian does not want to do this, but that another variable has appeared, and they have to endure the variable of development for their group of barbarians.

"What is my father, phew, what is the son of a barbarian?" David asked directly.

Locinde, who had already received a divine power burn, was still thinking about how to avoid the risk of being split again and explain to his dragon master, when he heard the green dragon Nifadora on the side speak:

"A group of guys with the title of God, their Father of Battle, is a group of fanatics who have developed as a tribal unit, and it is also an alternative and more rugged form of church."

Namely: the son of Uzga!

As soon as Nifadora prompted, Locinder naturally opened the conversation, and his words were full of disdain and resentment:

"This group of fighting children in the name of God almost holds the right to communicate directly with the gods, and they have almost monopolized the path of employment for all of our barbarians in Scanis, and if you want to learn the 'Barbarian Way', you must either believe in the false god directly through rituals, or bribe the greedy guys with a lot of money.

"These ugly and short-sighted fellows don't care at all about the fact that we barbarians are already weak and oppressed by the elves, and they are more afraid of war, a war that will wipe them out, than exploitation by the elves.

Speaking of which, the brute also began to learn to be as loyal as Ni Fadora the green dragon:

"One day, I, Losinder, must completely eradicate the corrupt roots that entangle all the barbarians and suck the blood, leave the shadow of the false god, and embrace the bosom of the great and generous five-colored dragon queen."

But the actual effect is more like a rusty dragon fart, sliding directly on the dragon root.

Davy was a little painful, the green dragon was empty, and the eyes of the red dragon and the white dragon on the side were wandering.

One thing to say, none of the four five-colored dragons they were present had a firm belief in the dragon queen, and even the pan-belief was a little choking.

Without it, the Queen of Faith in the Dragon will cost money!

Whether it is praying for the sacrifice of the Mother of Dragons to link to the Pillar of Faith, or inviting the Dragon Queen to witness the oath, or praying for God's gifts, none of them are the cause of their poor haha faith.

In fact, if you have to tell the truth, it is estimated that the clarity of the feedback given by the Dragon Queen or the reliability of the oath, or the degree of divine grace, can be ranked among the gods.

Strictly speaking, the cost of the sacrifices collected is even better than that of other churches.

But...... Who made His followers, the dragons, who cost them more than they their lives?

Therefore, there is also a saying among the believers of the five-colored dragon:

Only by abandoning the instinct of greed can the path to greatness be achieved.

But he was scorned by almost all the dragons.

Because this is a nonsense that is close to the truth.

This is a dragon who knows it.

There is even a profession called the Dragon of the Gods, as long as you swallow all your treasures, you can start the road to the gods, although the road to becoming a god is still far away, and even thousands of tall buildings have just risen from the ground.

But it's still the same old question, without treasure, without the joy of continuing to chase wealth, what is the point of living these dragons?

In order to alleviate this awkward and eerie silence, David slammed his mouth, and his eyes fell back on his family member Losinde, who still thought he had said something wrong:

"I believe you know the facts, so I'll tell you.

"Your dragon blood warrior ascension ceremony belongs to our dragon's family ceremony, and sooner or later I will have to completely retract the ban for the ancestors.

"So, my dependent, Losinde, I now give you a choice:

"Is it for me to take it back now?

"Or follow me to the New World and solve this problem for me when you come back?"

Even Losinde, who was a barbarian, finally got his senses, and he still didn't understand what he meant as a dragon lord.

This is simply a way to indulge his people to enjoy this rare way of power before their master takes back the dragon's grace!

The thought of having more people and barbarians joining the tribe free from the exploitation and control of the sons of Usgar would be able to gain superior power that is not inferior to that of barbarian warriors or beast spirit shamans.

Locinder immediately took a deep breath and replied in a deep voice:

"I want to follow my Lord to the New World.

"I've been in this bitter cold place all my life,

"I want to go to the other side of the sea and see.

"I heard that the scenery over there is beautiful."

David immediately smiled knowingly, raised his dragon claw and pointed to the blue sea in the west:

"Then you may be doomed to disappointment.

"On the other side of the sea,

"It's the enemy."