"Originally, I was going to ask her to do something for me, so can I ask you? Since we are part dragons, can I ask you to spend some time with her and arrange it as you like? In short, let her know that with her own race and identity
Just treat other races according to your stance. I won’t let her interfere in your government affairs, but it’s not bad to have exchanges in this regard. The time—let’s first successfully postpone the war in the Holy Kingdom.”
Crounpisi's thoughts were also jumping around. At this moment, he was just chatting with the dragon girl, and he remembered that there was a King Arthur with a dragon factor buried in his shadow, so he proposed it like this. He was originally asked to do it.
Compatriots are the right way.
But Drotilon can only follow this development.
Drautilon has never been disobedient when it comes to Crounpis and others. As long as it is not harmful to herself and the people, she has nothing to object to. She took a deep breath and loosened the belt on her clothes.
Suddenly, her body instantly transformed into a half-dragon, turning into a dragon girl whose height was almost the same as Arturia's, and came to Arturia.
"I am Drodilon Auriclus, the 'Black Dragon King' who stands at the top of this country. Please teach me."
"Ah, please."
The two briefly shook hands.
"Ah, compared to that loli who makes dramas from time to time, she sounds like a king." Cronpis teased.
"With great strength comes great responsibility. It's natural, unlike some people." What Drautilon said was somewhat ironic. Although he was at the top of the elves, he often did what he should and could do.
If you leave the matter to others, I bet Clawnpis won't be able to hear it.
In fact, Clunpis didn't really hear it. She stood up and said goodbye: "Well, I'll leave first. By the way, Arturia's food intake is many times that of normal people. Now she seems to like fried garbage.
Food, please pay attention to this."
Looking at the back of the Star-Spangled Banner that jumped out of the window and activated space magic to disappear, Drautilon was a little stunned: "What is fried junk food?"
At this time, Arturia turned her neck slightly and raised her head slightly.
"What's wrong?" Drotilon was nervous for a while.
"Nothing." Arturia seemed to have just rolled his neck accidentally.
Although it seemed to be an unintentional move, Arturia's movements were still full of heroic spirit, which made Drodiron couldn't help but feel that if the person in front of him had the ability to match this temperament, then he must be an excellent king.
Drautilon rolled his eyes and thought of a good idea, at least it was a good idea for himself and his allies, but it seemed a bit too childish and naive. Let's gather his cronies to discuss it tomorrow.
First, solve the immediate problem: How to entertain the "distinguished guest" left by Crownpis?
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In the distant abandoned land, the clouds are dark and thick, shrouding the earth exuding death. On the earth, walking corpses without a trace of life are wandering, like a picture of hell.
There used to be a splendid civilization here.
But it has been destroyed.
There is nothing surprising. Since the dragon tribe was pulled off the stage of ruling the world by the Eight Desire Kings, and itself has also withdrawn from history due to the internal fighting of "primary school students fighting", on this continent, different races have established different civilizations, and then established them through natural selection.
There are many civilizations that have been destroyed and destroyed, and all of this only happened within a few hundred years.
This is also a sad place.
The rule of a large number of dragons was not without its benefits. During that period, every valuable race was guaranteed to survive and reproduce. However, there was no freedom, and life was firmly controlled by the beings at the top of the food chain.
A large number of ethnic groups were liberated and they gained their freedom.
The price for gaining freedom is: the struggle for more living space and benefits. Peace and communication are not absent, but as long as biological instincts still exist, the struggle will never disappear.
Although this place has become a place of death, it is the winner in the struggle.
Although these beings who stand at the top of the walking dead have become undead, they still retain the rationality and intelligence that most undead cannot possess. The true dragon kings are afraid of the "horror" deterrence of two points (without using the magic of the origin).
surrounding the realm of the living.
The reason why there is no expansion is because no matter how strong he is, he is still weak. Even if he conquers land and establishes a big country, what is the point? Finding people to manage it is just a wedding dress for the power of these people.
The reason why he is willing to live in such a dilapidated place is simply that he has basically lost all his desire for external things, but at least the house and room he usually uses maintain the necessary functions and cleanliness.
But he has been a little depressed in the past few years. Uninvited guests from the same clan came here a few years ago, and now another one came, and then he was thrown out by the former leader of the uninvited guests to see what was going on.
In front of him, the subordinates under his command were wandering among the dilapidated buildings, whimpering and howling, exuding negative emotions towards the intruders.
However, no one came forward. Rather than being unhappy, they were perhaps more instinctively afraid.
The intruder was carrying a two-handed sword, and was wearing full-body plate armor that looked quite high-end. The helmet had two horns, and his face was completely covered so that his appearance could not be seen. From the experience he had gained from living for a long time, he could tell that she was a woman.
Wearing such heavy equipment, you can still walk quickly and vigorously. You must have real skills. It is natural that those low-level undead who have no sense do not dare to take action due to instinct.
He was a little angry, opened his magic cloak, flew into the air, looked down at the intruders, activated the amplification magic to let a strong and majestic voice resound through the sky: "Woman, since you dare to appear in front of me, the 'King of Shadows', then -
—”
His own voice had long been hoarse, and his current strong voice had been processed with magic to make him more imposing. However, before he could finish his words, he was choked by an angry roar from the other party.
"Hmph! Why is it that every talking guy in this hell-like place reacts like this!"
After saying that, the helmet was quickly put into the armor by moving parts one by one, revealing a pretty face with a single ponytail of light blond hair.
What kind of craftsman would give armor such a useless function? Can't you just use your hands to take off the helmet? The Shadow King almost thought so. After all, being able to make armor like this reflects the skill of the maker.
How awesome.
The reason why he is still in Youyou is because he is currently outside the scope of martial arts in his common sense. He used to think that he was the world leader - provided that except for the Dragon King and level 100 players, he specialized in flying in the air to keep a distance from the warriors. Common sense
That's enough caution.
"...Red Thunder!"
"?!"
The woman threw the two-handed sword that suddenly contained the magic power and erupted into red thunder!