Chapter 1239 For the future of the Blue Dragon family!
Matigosa really couldn't help it anymore: "Your Majesty the Dragon King, our blue dragon clan must be independent and independent, and we cannot rely too much on mortals."
Kalecgos's claws were spread out and smashed: "Then if the Twilight Dragon comes again, we can't defeat it. Should we move back to Wyrmrest Temple collectively?"
Matigosa really vomited blood: "What about the Demonic Nexus?"
The dragon can run away, but the magic network cannot.
Wouldn't this mean giving up the responsibility of the blue dragon and giving all the magic network to those mages in Dalaran who don't know the heights of the world?
Kalecgos was justified: "The other three dragon kings are unable to help us, so isn't it natural for us to rely on our allies?"
"Then... we can only rely on the alliance for the time being." Matigosa emphasized the word 'temporarily'.
Of course, she didn't think Kalecgos, an unreliable guy, could listen.
Tarecgosa beside her was momentarily lost in thought. She murmured to herself: Onyxia really got it right... If this continues, the majestic Blue Dragon King will become the mount of a mortal hero!
She wanted to convince her heart that McDonald had no ill intentions towards Kalecgos.
This is so difficult...
Mortals have an extraordinary paranoia about riding flying dragons. When she came out, she saw with her own eyes a group of people in the Trident, McDonald's direct force, drooling around their companions riding the south wind young dragon, showing envious expressions.
Not only the young dragons of the south wind, but also the young dragons of the black dragon and the void dragon cannot escape the poisonous hand.
Among them, those who own dragon mounts are superior to others.
And McDonald's favorite mount is the black dragon princess Onyxia...
However, the blue dragon clan will have to look at the Stratholme Empire for a long time to come.
What will happen?
Just imagining it made Tarecgosa shiver.
"No! I must protect His Majesty Kalecgos, whether as his friend or as his subject." Tarecgosa silently made an important decision in her heart...
The bleak scenes of the battle are a bit difficult to describe. In the past, lower-level dragons were mostly responsible for cleaning the battlefield. For example, dragons and half-dragons did such chores.
Unfortunately, after many battles, the Demonic Nexus was so miserable that even a hundred handymen could not be found.
The remaining adult blue dragons are all injured. If they don't want to cross out a few more names in the family tree, the best way is to go back to the dragon's nest as soon as possible to recuperate.
Kalecgos agreed without even thinking about the Stratholme people's offer to help clean up the battlefield.
It was Matigosa who was more thoughtful: "Thanks for the cooperation of the allies, please remember that our blue dragon family attaches great importance to the remains of our kin. We hope that the remains can be sent to the Dragonblight Wilderness as completely as possible, so that the dragon soul can be better
His eternal rest."
"Here, let's do our best." For some reason, Matigosa was always worried about this guy named [Guapi].
Sure enough, two days later, when she personally inspected the remains of her kind that had been sent to Dragonblight, she found that the basic dragon bodies were complete, excluding the wounds that were obviously bitten by the twilight dragon. She added a piece to the remains of many blue dragons.
No intact scales can be found. What is the difference between this and the [bare chicken] with the hair removed and slaughtered in the vegetable market?
Matigosa was furious and went to McDonald's to protest.
McDonald's was also furious.
No wonder a large number of [Blue Scale Armors] worth 50 gold coins each have appeared in the underground black market of Stratholme City in the past few days.
Check it out, what a guy! This guy is the new director of [Dirty God Cult].
If you have nothing to say, just give the [melon rind] to Matigosa for processing.
The person has become a mature person, and a lot of scales have been restored. This matter is settled.
After fighting the second Demonic Nexus War, if I have to say there is something gained, it is...
In the great hall of Stratholme Palace.
"His Majesty Kalecgos has ordered that in view of the increasing frequency of Twilight Dragon attacks, it is necessary to strengthen military communication and exchanges with the Alliance. I am hereby assigned to stay with His Majesty Stratholme. Your Majesty can dispatch me at will."
Tarecgosa handed over an official document made of parchment in a decent manner. It was indeed the standard used by Wyrmrest Temple for external use, and the seals were complete.
McDonald was like a question mark: "Wait! I understand sending a liaison officer, but why does it have to be you? And...send? What does this mean?"
Tarecgosa puffed up her chest, and her face glowed like a martyr. She pursed her lips lightly, and then said: "That's the literal meaning. If necessary, I am willing...willing...to become His Majesty Stratholme's
Sit... on a mount."
She stuttered for half a minute before saying this short sentence.
The little expression in those blue eyes is so complicated: there are three parts of unwillingness, three parts of loneliness, three parts of obedience, and one part of who knows what.
This style of painting, which forces the dragon to fall into the world, made Mr. Mai look stupid.
"Wait a minute! Lord Tarecgosa, do you have any misunderstandings about our alliance or the Stratholme Empire?"
"There is no misunderstanding!" The beautiful Miss Blue Dragon has a resolute air.
"No, I said yes! Wait a moment!" McDonald said without saying anything, and raised his fingers to the Black Dragon Princess who was in movie-watching mode next to her.
McDonald took Oni into the side hall, leaving only Maiev and Valeera closely behind him.
McDonald pressed his hands on Princess Black Dragon's tender arms, shook them violently, and said seriously: "Oni, what did you do to her?"
"It's nothing, this is what Your Majesty wants to do." Onyxia smiled charmingly, blew a breath of air from her mouth mischievously, and blew the bangs in front of her forehead.
McDonald:???
Wait, what do I want to do? Why don’t I know?
Macdonald unknowingly let go of his hand. Onyxia came over, touched Macdonald's face with her hands, and whispered: "The first time you saw Tarecgosa's thoughtful look,
We have all seen it. Master, you are tempted, we know it. You are eager to tame another mighty dragon, put your special dragon saddle on her body, and then ride her day and night..."
That charming and charming voice made her cry. At this moment, Onyxia seemed to have become a toy abandoned by her master, an abandoned concubine who no longer looked at in the cold palace.
She was so immersed in the drama that her scalp went numb and her hair stood on end when she heard it.
Mai trembled: "I...how can I..."
"My master, my supreme emperor, no one will accuse you of anything. This is the reward you deserve for saving the world. This is your right as the [Dragon Conqueror]. Why should you deny your heart?"
Nixia's eyes were as charming as silk, and her voice became more and more passionate.
As she talked, not to mention herself, even McDonald almost believed that he was really such a person. To provide you with the fastest update of Stratholme Shenhao, Chapter 1239 is for the future of the blue dragon clan! Free reading
