Dragon Island, Treasure Mountain Range. The majestic palace towers into the clouds, and all visible parts are either covered with gold or inlaid with countless magic crystals. Although the palace is not very exquisite, no one else can be its owner.
of wealth.
The Treasure Mountain Range can be said to be the treasury of the Dragon Clan. Although the impression that the Dragon Clan is greedy for money is deeply rooted in people's hearts, it is only compared with ordinary people. In the hearts of the Dragon Clan, when it comes to greed for money, it is not from the Treasure Mountain Range.
The master is the leader. And he is still the kind of psychopath that has never been seen before.
Aslan stood outside the hall as usual today, silently performing his duties. The blue sky and white clouds were reflected in his extremely cold pupils, the hatchet on his waist glowed with cold light, and the surface of the tower shield behind him had sword marks. p>
He is a half-dragon, and he is the top axe-shield warrior among half-dragons. As a swordsman, he should have lived a carefree and heroic life, but these have never appeared in him, and never have.
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"Have you heard? The adults seem to be talking about the Elf Continent. It seems that a strong man has appeared there, so strong that even our dragon clan has to pay attention."
A giant dragon warrior was leaning under the shade of a tree, holding a wine bottle in one hand and waving the other hand in response to his words, as ridiculous as if he had seen it with his own eyes.
"Isn't that right? Even my old man has been looking around for news. Could it be that the giant wolf Fennir gave birth to a cub? If that is the case, wouldn't our Dragon Island be in bad luck again?"
Another giant dragon warrior nodded when he heard this, and then told some gossip he had heard. But what he seemed to be more worried about was the "Twelve Magic Beasts" living in the fantasy forest, the giant wolf Fen
Neil.
The giant wolf Fennir can be said to be the bane of Dragon Island. If he hadn't killed half of the dragon clan members back then, why would the giant dragon clan live here and live cautiously for fear of offending the other party again?<
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"Are you looking for death? 'Fenir' is a forbidden word on Dragon Island. Be careful of others hearing it and report it to the adults later."
"It doesn't matter, anyway, even if the sky falls, the elders will still be there to bear it. Let's think about what to eat for lunch. How about roasting a cheetah?"
When the dragon warrior from before heard this, he quickly changed the subject. He was just chatting out of boredom, but he definitely did not intend to cause death for himself.
Another giant dragon warrior also instantly realized his slip of the tongue, and immediately stopped saying anything and started drinking ale.
The corner of the half-dragon swordsman Aslan's mouth twitched, then turned around silently and walked towards the hall. He did hear the conversation between the two, but he had no intention of reporting it. Because Aslan had no intention of reporting it.
He is not interested in paying attention to any new powerful people, because what he hates most are these dragons, or pure-blooded dragons.
The handles inlaid with dragon crystals of various series looked very wealthy. The door of the palace slowly opened. Looking around, the hall was as bright as a starry sky. The crystal coins on the ground were next to each other, and the golden threads of the curtains were reflected by wisps of sunlight.
The hair of the gods, and the magic weapons on the walls are countless.
In this hall, if we say the most worthless things, there are only two. One is the gold coins discarded everywhere, and the other is Aslan, the half-dragon swordsman.
A cold snort came from the throne, and Aslan bowed and saluted, appearing very obedient. However, the indifference in his eyes became stronger and stronger.
"It turns out you are such a loser. Why did you come to me if you didn't keep watch outside? Don't tell me that you plan to rest for a few days."
The old voice echoed in the hall, and an old man in brocade robes was seen holding a scepter, and the scepter was actually a giant dragon rib.
Van Hove, a blue dragon who has lived for an unknown length of time, is now the oldest elder on Dragon Island. He was once a personal guard of Gonzalez's father, and he participated in the war with the old dragon king, and was finally lucky enough to be killed by the giant wolf.
Survived Fenir's clutches.
The entire giant dragon clan was completely overturned because of that battle. The new king was not enough to convince the public. Even the aliens who were usually like ants were eyeing the dragon clan's treasures.
The old Dragon King broke his own ribs before he died, handed it to Van Hove, and ordered him to take care of Gonzalez on his behalf until he had the strength to reorganize the dragon clan.
Time passed day by day, and the once young dragon became the current master of Dragon Island. He also married a wife and had daughters, making the dragon clan prosperous again.
Van Hove left the Golden Plains one day. He had fulfilled his promise, so he decided to live in seclusion in the Treasure Mountains and no longer participate in any battles.
Over the years, Van Hove has earned the reputation of being a "miser" and is despised by the world. However, only a few tribesmen know that he is making money for the Dragon Clan and leaving a trump card for the Dragon Clan. "Sir, I heard that the Elf Continent has been very lively recently, and something seems to have appeared." Aslan raised his head coldly, and then said softly.
Why didn't he want to stand outside the door? This was his fate anyway. Being alive was already a blessing, so what else could he expect?
But Aslan also understands that he is just an ant in the eyes of the other party. If he cannot show his value, he will die soon.
Therefore, he will tell the other party the gossip he has heard. As for whether the news is true or not, it is not his concern.
"Humph! He's just a half-dragon, but he's actually interested in strong men. You have all this time to daydream, so you'd better think more about what you should have for lunch!"
"Aslan, remember your identity. You are just an abandoned baby that I accidentally rescued. You are just my fool when I am bored. You are just a servant who does nothing!"
"Get out, don't you think I can't feel that kind of pressure? It's just that I'm old and have no interest in messing around with the elves. These things should be left to the Dragon King to worry about. Gonzalez is not dead yet." The blue dragon Van Hoof paused the rib scepter, and then, like swatting a fly, motioned for Aslan to leave the hall. The door of the hall slowly closed, and Aslan returned to his post again, still looking cold. And Lan
Long van Hove's face became even more ugly, and he lowered his head and stared at the rib.
"Sir, do you think I should go to the Hall of Valor now, or should I continue to guard Dragon Island?"
"Van Hove has been feeling more and more tired recently, and is a little tired of this kind of life. I still like to stand by your side, my lord. Even if I fight the giant wolf Fenir again, I will not take a step back."<
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The blue dragon Van Hove looked a little lonely. He looked at this magnificent hall. There was no greed or joy in his eyes, but instead he was full of numbness.
The left arm, which had been shrunk in the cuff all year round, slowly stretched out. It was full of bumps and bumps, and there were only half a finger on the front of the hand.
"Although he is a top expert, how can he protect Dragon Island with such a ghostly appearance? Sir, your child is a smart man. I see in him what you looked like when you were young, and he is even better."
The blue dragon Van Hove sighed, and then his face became stern, and he once again became the "miser" that the world calls him. The Treasure Mountain Range is still heavily guarded, and the half-dragon Aslan is still standing on duty outside the door. The two young giants
The dragon warriors were still whispering under the shade of the trees.