"I was going to ask her to do something for me, so can you please? Since I have some dragon blood, please spend some time with her and make arrangements at will. In short, let her know how to treat other races based on her race and identity. I won''t let her interfere in your government affairs, but it''s OK to communicate in this regard. Time - just It''s time to successfully suspend the war of the holy kingdom. "


    Kraun piss''s idea is also jumping. At the moment, just chatting with the Dragon Girl, she remembered that King Arthur with the factor of dragon was buried in her shadow. Therefore, she put forward it. It was the right way to ask her compatriots.


    But drodillon could only follow this development.


    Drodillon has never been disobedient in the face of Claus piss and others. As long as it is not unfavorable to himself and the people, there is nothing to oppose. She took a deep breath, loosened the belt on her clothes, and her body turned into a dragon woman almost as tall as altoria.


    "I am drodillon Aurelius, the ''black Lin Dragon King'' at the top of this country. Please give me more advice."


    "Ah, please."


    The two simply shook hands.


    "Ah, compared with that Laurie who plays from time to time, it has a king''s tone." Crohn piss joked.


    "The strength is strong and the responsibility is great. Naturally, it''s not like some people." drodillon said, which is a little ironic. Claus piss clearly stands at the top of the goblin, but she often throws what she should and can do to others, and bet that Claus piss can''t hear it.


    In fact, klaun piss really didn''t hear it. She got up and said goodbye: "well, I''ll go first. By the way, altoria''s appetite is many times that of normal people. Now she seems to like fried junk food very much. Please pay attention to this."


    Looking at the back of the star spangled banner that jumped out of the window to launch space magic and disappeared, drodillon was a little stunned: "what is fried junk food?"


    At this time, altoria''s neck turned slightly and raised his head slightly.


    "What''s the matter?" drodillon was nervous.


    "Nothing." altoria seemed to turn his neck by accident.


    Although it seemed unintentional, altoria was still full of heroism, which made drodillon feel that if the person in front of him had the ability to match this temperament, he must be an excellent king.


    Drodillon''s eyes turned and thought of a good idea. At least it was a good idea for himself and his allies, but it seemed a little naive. Call your confidants tomorrow to discuss it.


    First, solve the current problem: how to entertain the "VIP" left by Claus piss?


    ……………………………………………………


    ？？？？——


    In the distant abandoned land, the clouds are dark and thick, covering the dead earth. There is no walking corpse of life wandering on the earth, just like the painting scroll of hell.


    There was a splendid civilization here.


    But it has been destroyed.


    It''s no surprise that since the dragon race was pulled off the stage of ruling the world by the king of eight desires, it has also withdrawn from history due to the internal struggle of "primary school students fighting". On this continent, different races have established different civilizations, and then established and destroyed civilizations in natural selection. This has only occurred in hundreds of years.


    This is also a sad place.


    The rule of a large number of dragons was not without benefits. At that time, every valuable race could ensure survival and reproduction. However, there was no freedom, and life was firmly grasped by the existence at the top of the food chain.


    A large number of ethnic groups were liberated and they were free.


    The price of freedom is: struggle for more living space and interests. Peace and communication are not without, but as long as biological instinct still exists, the struggle will never disappear.


    Although it has become a death place, it is the winner in the struggle.


    Although these beings standing at the top of the walking dead have become undead, he retains the rationality and intelligence that most undead cannot have. The real dragon king is afraid of the "terror" of two points (without using the original magic) to deter the surrounding living countries.


    The reason why there is no expansion is that no matter how strong he is, he is weak. Even if it is meaningless to conquer land and establish a big country, finding someone to manage is just to make wedding clothes for the power of these people.


    The reason why he is willing to live in such a dilapidated place is simply that his desire for foreign objects is basically lost, but at least the house and room he usually uses maintain the necessary functions and cleanliness.


    However, he was a little depressed in recent years. A few years ago, an uninvited guest of his family came, and now another one came. Then he was thrown out by the head of the former uninvited guest to see the situation.


    In front of him, his subordinates wandered among the dilapidated buildings, whimpering and howling, sending out negative emotions to the invaders.


    However, no one came forward. They were not so unhappy, perhaps their instinctive fear was even worse.


    The intruder was carrying a two handed sword and wearing a high-level full-body plate armour. His helmet had two corners and his face was covered. He could not peep at his appearance. According to his long-term experience, this was a woman. Wearing such heavy equipment, you can still walk fast and vigorous. You must have real skills. It''s natural that those low-level undead who don''t even have reason and wisdom don''t dare to do it in their instinct.


    He was a little angry. He opened his magic cloak, flew into the air, looked down at the invaders, and launched a sound amplification magic to make a strong and dignified voice ring through the sky: "woman, since she dares to appear in front of my ''King of shadow'', that --"


    His own voice had long been hoarse, and now his majestic voice had been processed by magic in order to make himself more powerful. However, before he finished speaking, he was choked by the other party''s angry roar.


    "Hum! How can everyone who can talk in this hellish place react like this!"


    After saying that, the helmet moved quickly part by part into the armor, revealing a pretty face with light blond hair and a single horsetail.


    What kind of craftsman endows the armor with this useless function? Wouldn''t it be good if the helmet wanted to be taken off by hand? The shadow King almost thought so. After all, he can make armor, which itself reflects how powerful the manufacturer''s technology is.


    The reason why he is still leisurely is that he is now outside the range of martial arts in his common sense. In the past, he thought he was a leader in the world - the premise is that apart from the Dragon King and level 100 players, he specialized in flying in the air to keep a distance from the soldiers. For common sense, he is cautious enough.


    "... red thunder!"


    “？！”


    Woman, throw up the big sword with both hands that suddenly burst into red thunder!


    (to be continued)