Even if he had reacted at the first time, he still flew out with a mouth full of broken teeth under the sweep tail of the [Weapon Transformation Giant Technique], which David had almost been hit, smashing the barbarians behind him like a bowling ball.

This is already the result of Nymphadora having shown mercy and not adding [Sharp Fangs] as she did at the beginning.

"Please calm your anger! I'm a young kid who doesn't know how to do anything.

"Half! We're willing to pay half of the treasure! ”

"King Girard!" The Yalton of the other tribes was a little unable to sit still, but as soon as he was about to speak, he was stopped by King Girard raising his hand.

This King Girard is also a character, and he did not check his son's injuries as an ordinary father did, but tried to resolve the main conflict and save the deal at the first time.

A cruel and violent smile appeared at the corner of David's mouth:

"This is the first warning and the last.

"One more word of advice, if this kind of goods is your heir, change people as soon as possible, otherwise, you better pray to your god of war every day."

Otherwise, God knows what day the calamity will come from the top of the head.

A group of barbarians actually made up the latter sentence in their brains.

For some reason, I felt an inexplicable chill.

"Thank you for your encouragement, I will consider this matter carefully."

The barbarians looked at each other, and they looked at the look of their own king, and it seemed that they were really seriously considering this matter!

You must know that His Royal Highness Sayaf has always been the most talented heir of King Girard, and he was once recognized by the 'Father of Battle' Usga.

But I never expected that more excessive conditions were still to come:

"Don't worry, I'm not done yet.

"You want me to give you permission to go to the New World to raid.

"Yes.

"In addition to half the treasure, I also need that the leader of every barbarian tribe, including you, send his eldest son to my camp as a hostage.

"But if there is a violation, kill the proton first."

A group of barbarians, in the face of the domineering and tyranny of the red dragon, almost suffocated.

But David, as if he didn't care what they thought at all, pointed to the son of battle whose jaw was already broken and could not speak and could only stop roaring, and said with a mocking face:

"Of course, this one is replaced.

"I'm Davyyutos, and I don't collect waste."

[Arrogance]

On the way back to the Dragon's Lair camp, the excited green dragon Nifadora couldn't hold back the curiosity in her heart, and approached David's side and asked softly:

"Your Highness, how can you be sure that the other party will definitely agree to this distribution ratio?"

Noffadora, who is good at perceiving people's hearts, can't see that the distribution method proposed by David is almost directly stepping on the bottom line of the King of Girard.

Even with the greed of the same dragon, this way of distribution is too greedy.

After all, they're just sitting and collecting money.

Unexpectedly, David's answer was:

"For the king of Girard is a wise, sensible, and ambitious fellow.

"And the pattern of the Old World has been stagnant for too long.

"Trying to carve out a new way out of this desolate and barren continent is simply impossible for the barbarians to do within their own limitations.

So he clearly understood that he could only choose between five or five or nothing.

So he wisely chose the former, and also chose a path where opportunities and risks coexist.

"Actually, I could have asked for more, but I didn't have to.

"If those barbarians don't have the money to hold a festival for their fighting gods, maybe the gods will jump for it."

From the current point of view, the theft of divinity seems to be a bit too exciting for the god of war, so that he is now acting a little sick.

And the plan that can be made in one breath is more deterrent to this group of barbarians, and it can also be used as a reference for latecomers.

There are many, many, many more in the Old Continent, such as the Emperor of Girard, and even various small tribes.

What David didn't say in his heart was that before he crossed over, out of interest, he had turned to a book called "Pirate Hunter: The True Story of Captain Kidd".

In the Age of Discovery, the plundering of the plundering fleets at sea, which Queen Elizabeth I connived at, was distributed in this way.

Most are half, or even more.

The remainder is divided by agreement between the captain and the crew.

Since there is Elizabeth, a very vivid pathfinder, as a reference.

David knew that this was probably where the prostate of the marauders was, and he could just step on it in proportion.

Most of them will accept it in pain and happiness.

This is human nature, this is the human heart.

After all, it was his legendary dragon mother, Pavla, who actually controlled the existence of the port.

In terms of deterrence alone, the deterrent power of Dragon Mother Pavula is much greater than that of Elizabeth of Blue Star.

She is the uncrowned queen of Scanis, the entire Old World.

And those barbarians will instinctively regard him Davyutus as the dragon mother Pavla's talking dragon.

So to a certain extent, David once again intentionally or unintentionally pulled the banner of the dragon mother.

But the benefits are tangible and will be reflected in the future.

It's just that David has just returned to the Dragon's Nest, and he hasn't been able to enjoy it for half a month.

As the two warbands that had been recalled by him after the peace talks returned to the camp one after another, watching them either offer looted treasures or present the brains of the sons of battle that clearly bore the mark of the beast's spirit, David actually felt sorry for this group of High Elf prisoner of war camps that he originally disliked.

Aside from the past, the combat effectiveness shown by these high elves this time is really a little outrageous.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is as fast as the wind and plundering as fire.

No, I can't sit still by robbing the king of Girard.

Originally, David was already ready to lead the dragon to conquer in person, after all, it was too late to return to the New World with Daddy Silver Dragon to make a fortune.

"Why did you guys go there early?" David couldn't hold back a sigh in his heart.

[Greed]

If only these High Elves had shown such excellent combat qualities early on

But David's sanity told itself that this was simply not possible, at least for now.

Unless David finds a way to bring down these High Elves en masse, there is no possibility for these High Elves to offer their loyalty to him, the Red Dragon, whether it is limited by race, creed, family bonds, or anything else.

The reason why these High Elves were able to burst out with such energy in this barbarian battle.

The depressing three-year career of 'digging potatoes'.

Like a farmer, he has been defeated and defeated by barbarians, and he has fled all over the mountain.

Plus they themselves have up to several decades of combat experience.

All of this was ignited by the hope that David's 'homecoming' might be ignited.

In the end, it turned into this terrifying force that was almost devastating.

This kind of extreme classic war example, after many years to come, will most likely never be reproduced.

As soon as he thought of this, David sighed, raised his head and said to the one hundred and eighty-seven High Elves who had returned safely in front of the dragon's nest:

"Warriors, you have proven your bravery and determination in this battle.

"And I will fulfill my promise to pardon you and return to the New World,

"You guys, free.

"Take the harvest you plundered, return home, and return to your hometown with honor."

The high elves raised their heads in shock, and they still seemed a little incredulous, this red dragon really let them go like this?

You know, even with their best efforts, half of the elves still haven't been able to loot 10 pounds of gold or take the head of a Son of War.

As a result, this red dragon actually pardoned all their elves at one time?!

"Thank you, Your Highness, for your kindness!" A group of high elves wept with joy and excitement on their faces and bowed to the red dragon on the nest.

It's just that this scene falls in the eyes of the dragons, how funny it is.

But no one noticed that Evgeny, who was mixed with the High Elf prisoners of war, glanced at David, the red dragon lord on the nest.

It's all in plain sight.

"Go ahead." David waved his tail.

A sea ship is already waiting on the shore for these High Elf prisoners of war who are eager to return home.

It's just that what they still don't know at the moment is that Yu Hai's side is waiting for them.

There is only a cold obituary, and there is also coldness and disgust from the upper echelons that have already experienced once.

After all the High Elves left, the only remaining High Elf in the entire Dragon's Lair camp was summoned by David.

The person who came was the former elven commander who was wearing a leather hood and couldn't even recognize Evgeny, a former fan sister who might not recognize him in person, Ahmed.

"Do you know how to build ships?"

"I know a little, but without a complete team of shipbuilders and a suitable dock, it is basically impossible to build an elven warship in the Old Continent."

"I didn't let you build an elven warship, just teach a bunch of barbarians to make a small sampan that can row to the New World."

"Those barbarians, going to the New World?"

"Yes, to the New World, to the Devensel Seaside, to raid and harass along the way." David spoke openly and honestly to the nephew of the Silver Grand Duke.

As a result, the high elf, who was already disheartened, did not hesitate at all when he heard this, and the flame of revenge ignited in his eyes.

"Devensel, hehe, your will will be done, my lord."

As Ahmed, who didn't know what to think and plan with, walked away, David couldn't help but stretch his paws and ask the silver dragon father, who had always been silent:

"Father, are the centennial seeds ripe?"

"It's almost there."

"Then let's get ready to go to the New World to watch the fireworks.

"Oh no, go to Glenyere to study the new art of alchemy."

Watch David's back as he slowly walks out of the lair.

Artilisia's guilt was palpable.

He knew that his child was drifting away from his mother's evil path.

But as a father, he is so powerless.

Even, it's 'aiding and abusing'.

(End of chapter)