"Well, Ramarig, I'll admit that diplomats are conspiracy theorists, thank goodness, I was wrong, but I'm sure you and I were not mistaken, it was indeed a real fire dragon. ”

Dillon, who was secretly relieved, realized that his palm was unconsciously punctured by his fingertips, and he could feel the wound being stimulated by the salt in the sweat of his palm.

This is nothing compared to Fang Cai's own misjudgment of the severity of the situation, after all, the situation is not as bad as he imagined.

His back was already wet with sweat, and everyone in the mission must have looked so embarrassed.

Ramarig said indignantly: "Those intelligence officers should be sent to the gallows, but they can't even tell the difference between fire dragons and gold dragons. He felt aggrieved, even a sense of being fooled, no matter who was lying.

At the same time, in the same place, there was an information asymmetry between Portlanders and Slanns.

At this time, the escort, no, the Slan knights who were supposed to be escorting the Portland mission dispersed again, and the encirclement formation was lifted.

Since the Imperial Capital did not intend to exterminate these Portlanders, and Ceris and the knights no longer showed hostility, of course, it was necessary to remain vigilant.

The heavily armored knight who had just landed here on a dragon had finished his conversation with the Slan knight and walked towards the mission alone, and all the Portlanders present were nervous and agitated, and no one dared to despise the other.

It was a dragon knight, and one man and one dragon could easily wipe them all out.

Although the fire dragon had already left, it would only be a matter of seconds to recall it, and the result would still not change anything.

"I am the royal guard of the Slan Empire, Mo Lin, on behalf of the royal family, I have come to receive the Portland mission to our imperial capital Deland City!"

As a show of sincerity and basic etiquette, Lin Mo took off his tactical helmet and let the other party see his appearance clearly. At the same time, he handed over the paperwork that had been verified by Seris, the commander of the Slan Knights.

This is the standard diplomatic process to prove one's identity to the other side.

"Isn't this guy a dragon knight? When did he become a royal guard again?"

The dragon knight with the golden dragon mount companion appeared in front of them with a fire dragon in front of them, and claimed to be a royal guard, hearing the other party's self-introduction and the paperwork handed over, Ramarig and Dillon and other official members of the mission were messy for a while, when did the Slans stop torturing the enemy's flesh and torture the enemy's spirit instead?

The name and identity of each member of the Royal Dragoon Legion of the Slan Empire was not a secret to the surrounding countries, and every diplomat in the mission was able to memorize the information backwards.

If the palace guards of the Slan royal family already have a dragon in their hands, then what else is there to fight? The Tessies and Portlanders simply surrendered.

"Lord Morin. By the way, let me introduce you to the leader of the mission, diplomat Dillon. ”

Even though he was once a prisoner of the other party, Ramarig still had a great affection for this dragon knight.

Sure enough, it was the royal guard, and the guard forwarded the paperwork, and Dillon confirmed the identity of this "dragon knight" at a glance, and there was no need for the Slans to joke about this kind of thing.

"Hello, Lord Ramalig!

Lin Mo also saw the captive he had captured with his own hands. I didn't expect to see him again.

The other party is no longer the captain of the legion, but has become a member of the mission, representing the Republic of Portland on behalf of the Slanth Empire.

"Aren't you a dragon knight, why did you become a royal guard again?"

Ramarig was somewhat unreceptive to the transformation of a dragon knight into a royal guard. Although they also serve the royal family, the identities of the two sides are like one in the sky and the other on the ground, even if there is no metaphor. In fact, this is also true.

The fact that this is also the question that Dillon, the head of the mission next to him, wanted to ask, was simply too bizarre, or in Earthly parlance. I don't know where this crooked building has gone.

"I only got the news after I returned to the imperial capital, Sky Dragon City took my dragon, and I don't plan to return it to me, well, that's the truth!"

Lin Mo spread his hands helplessly and said: "Without the dragon, you can no longer be regarded as a dragon knight, so I have to change my career to be a royal guard, I am now a third-class guard, thank Your Majesty, I still have a bite to eat." ”

The news that the gold dragon gold coin was brought back by Sky Dragon City and the knight partner contract was not told to Lin Mo by the royal family first, but by the gold coin told him through the satellite.

However, Lin Mo did not feel any discouragement because of this, as Kaxiu's father said, he still has the capital to make a comeback when he is young.

In fact, even everyone, including the royal family, didn't know that this young man who had fallen from a dragon knight to a third-class guard secretly left more than one hole card.

"You're kidding, but it's not necessarily a bad thing!"

There was no sarcasm in either his expression or tone, but rather serious.

The loss of a ferocious and tyrannical golden dragon seemed like a blessing for a dragon knight.

You must know that the terrible mount companion of the road will not only kill the enemy, but also kill his own knight at some point.

Sky Dragon City has relieved this unlucky dragon knight of a big trouble, although the status of the dragon knight is noble, but he must first have a life to enjoy this glory.

"You're right!"

As long as Lin Mo is willing, he can contact that foodie anytime and anywhere, and the current relationship between one person and one dragon is enough to make everyone drop their jaws.

"Hmph!~ Why didn't the little third-class guard salute when he saw our ambassador?

A sneer of disdain suddenly came from the diagonal period.

Ramarig was stunned, smiled awkwardly, and shrugged his shoulders at Lin Mo wordlessly, his attitude was self-evident, that guy was purely talking to himself, and it didn't represent everyone's meaning.

Not everyone in the mission is a smart person, and naturally there are also self-righteous snobbish guys, who thought that Lin Mo was a dragon knight before, and he was so scared that he couldn't do it, but as soon as he heard that the other party had been reduced to a third-class royal guard, he immediately trembled again.

The third-class guards of the Slans are equivalent to the sixth-class foreign ministers, but in this Portland mission, any diplomat's position is equivalent to the sixth-rank officials of the Slanc Empire.

Although the two sides belonged to two countries, the third-class guard had not looked directly at most of the members of the mission until now, and this attitude of ignoring deeply pierced the hearts of some people who had too much self-esteem and bullied the weak and feared the hard.

"Who is it? Hide your head and tail and come out!"

Lin Mo looked coldly at the nearby Portland diplomats.

"Hmph! It's me, Consul of Portland, Parker!"

Under the protection of more than 100 embassy guards, a pot-bellied Portland diplomat walked out without fear.

Now is his chance to make a name for himself, how can he miss it.

"I'm sorry, Lord Dillon!"

But in Lin Mo's place, that gesture of brazenness was no different from generosity, and his hand reached for his waist.

"Lord Morin, feel free to do so!"

With a noncommittal look of indifference, Dillon let Lin Mo calmly pull the Type 92 combat pistol into loading.

To be able to lead the mission, he is naturally a smart person, although he doesn't know what the strange equipment in the other party's hand is, but subconsciously tells himself that something bad will definitely happen next.

He's just a team leader, not the idiot's dad!

Someone is going to be unlucky!

"Uh!~ Hell!"

Ramarig turned his gaze a little miserably.

Boom!~

With a loud bang, the head of Parker, a short and fat Portland diplomat, was like a bursting watermelon, leaving only half of his face in front and the back of his head completely gone.

The fat corpse shook and fell to the ground with a thud.

A pungent mixture of blood and brains splattered, and skulls and hair flew out of the ground.

At such a close distance, the skull was fully subjected to the tremendous kinetic energy contained in the bullet, and the destructive force was completely released in an instant.

The surrounding Portlanders had never seen such a tragic scene, and they all let out hysterical screams.

Many people couldn't stand this irritation, and they were so nauseated that they vomited on the spot, and even those guards inevitably joined the ranks of vomiters, making the smell of the scene worse and worse.

I can't bear to look at it!

Dillon and Romarig tilted their heads, the muscles on their faces twitching involuntarily, and they were very glad that they hadn't stopped each other from committing violence, and it seemed that their caution was right.

I don't know what kind of attack effect the alchemy weapon in the hands of that Slan man is based on, and the power is so fierce and domineering.

The attack was so fast that it was impossible to catch with the naked eye, and no one could see what was happening, except for a loud bang and a skull burst.

"He, he killed Parker!"

"Bold!~ Dare to commit murder on the spot!"

"Kill him!~"

The Slans simply regarded human life as a grass, and even killed the members of the mission at will, which was unbearable, and the Portlander died in front of his companion's eyes, and the crowd was surging on the spot.

Some of the guards even drew their weapons and surrounded them with unkind faces, even if they didn't kill each other, they had to give each other some color.

Boom!~

Another gunshot rang out.

As one of the mission guards fell defenseless, the scene was once again silent as the headshot had been brutally killed.

That, that guy really treats human life as a straw, and after killing two people in a row, his face has not changed at all, as if he slaughtered a few chickens and dogs very casually, and he doesn't care about it.

"Who else wants me to salute?" (To be continued......)