Chapter 17: Anglers Never Air Force

Author: Leopard Head·Lingchong

Chapter 17: Anglers Never Air Force

At night, the moonlight is soft and beautiful, and there are thousands of stars.

The warm wind carrying the scent of flowers and plants blew through the sparkling silver river water. Dragon filled a piece of wood into the fire and looked at the two young dragon loli sleeping soundly next to the fire, with a fishing rod in his claw.

With a fish basket in hand, the man stood up and swaggered to the river, throwing his pole and fishing.

"I can finally be clean for a while..."

He sighed helplessly, and then enjoyed the wonderful night fishing with great interest.

In my previous life, I couldn't fish at night like I do now. Safety factors aside, even the damn mosquitoes are annoying.

Now I'm fine, I've become a mechanical dragon, I don't have to be afraid of any mosquitoes anymore.

Dragon couldn't help but hum a tune when he thought of this, and waited quietly for the fish to take the bait.

Soon, ripples appeared on the surface of the river, which was originally as calm as a silver mirror. Looking at the fluctuations in the water surface, it turned out to be a big fish.

Dragon braced himself and tightened his grip on the fishing rod. Ten seconds later, he felt the hook sink and something was struggling violently under the water.

"Get up you!"

Thanks to the quality of the Laoshuren brand fishing gear, there was no need for any fishing. He stood up and pulled a large carp out of the water, weighing at least three kilograms.

"What a good start." Dragon happily put the carp into the fish basket and continued fishing.

Well, by the way, the wood and fish baskets consumed by the fire were also kindly sponsored by the respectable old tree man.

It really helped Dragon a lot.

I don’t know what happened today, but one big fish came after another. In just over an hour, the fish basket was almost full, and Dragon was laughing so hard that he could hardly close his mouth.

Throwing the rod again, this time the fishhook seemed to be bitten by something as soon as it entered the water. Dragon mentioned it out of habit, but did not lift it up.

This is a big deal!

Dragon increased his strength, and the fishing line separated from the river water inch by inch. Soon, a pair of paws covered with gray and white hair, holding the fishing line tightly, emerged from the water.

If it was a normal angler fishing at night, he would probably have lost his breath by this time, but Dragon was not normal. He still lifted the fishing rod, and the monster holding the fishing line gradually left the water.

When its head emerged from the water, Dragon recognized its identity.

A gnoll.

“Interesting,”

Dragon looked at the jackal with interest, and grinned slightly as his skin began to wrinkle and turn white after being soaked in the water for an unknown amount of time.

"Evil creature, give me a reason not to kill you."

The jackal loosened his grip on the fishing line and bowed down humbly, "Great dragon, I know a shortcut to conquer this jungle."

"oh?"

Dragon's eyes brightened slightly, "You said conquering this jungle."

"Yes, the great dragon."

Dragon sneered: "Can't you see that I'm just a young dragon that has just hatched out of its shell?"

"Or are you trying to deceive me?"

"Great dragon, even though you are only a young dragon, your power is enough to conquer this jungle."

The jackal trembled, maybe because of fear, maybe because of the cold, but its words were still clear and coherent.

"I have lived in this jungle for thirty-three rainy seasons. No jackal knows this jungle better than me."

"How long did you say you lived?"

Dragon was slightly startled. If the inheritance of the Dragon Clan is correct, then the natural lifespan of the Gnoll race is only thirty-five years. But in the cruel and competitive natural environment, it is impossible for one out of a hundred thousand Gnolls to survive.

End of life.

If the jackal with his hair turned white before him has lived for thirty-three years as he said, then he must know this jungle very well.

Otherwise, it would not be alive today.

"interesting……"

Dragon's attitude became more serious. He looked at the Jackal carefully and found that it was indeed very old. Maybe the hair could be dyed white, but the rickety bones, loose skin and age spots on the face were not that good.

Fake.

At least a gnoll couldn't do it.

"You go ashore first." Dragon pointed to the open space next to him. Such an excellent living map cannot stay in the water for too long. The water is too cold to go down.

"Thank you for your kindness." The old jackal nodded and walked ashore, looking like a translator who had become a traitor.

Dragon felt that this was not good. Firstly, he was not a brutal invader, and secondly, he was not an evil and chaotic red dragon. He did not have the habit of killing others unless he was liked.

To put it bluntly, even if he belongs to the LV... Brilliant Black Dragon, he needs to be groomed, but he doesn't need an ugly jackal to please him.

"You should have a normal attitude, I look disgusted."

Dragon's attitude was gentle: "Don't worry, I don't have those bad habits of ordinary dragons. I always believe that this world belongs to the world of talents."

"As long as you are really talented."

The Jackal became more frightened after hearing this, "Great dragon, thank you for your kindness, but how could the humble old Torres do this?"

"I want you to be normal."

Dragon spoke coldly, and the old jackal paused for a moment before slowly raising his head, glancing at Dragon fearfully, and nodded: "I obey your orders, great dragon."

"What's the word count here? Keep it concise and don't add nonsense."

Dragon became increasingly impatient.

Seeing that Dragon was really impatient and was not playing tricks, the jackal old Torres simply said, "I understand."

Dragon couldn't help it now, even though he knew from the beginning that a jackal who dared to hang a fish on the dragon's hook couldn't be a submissive loser.

But you made it so obvious, why didn't you make it clear that you were treating me like a fool before?

Although the emotional intelligence of most five-color dragons is no different from that of fools.

Wait, hang a fish on a hook?

Have you seen this plot before?

Dragon shook his head, threw away the useless memories, and looked at the old jackal seriously.

"Tell me about your own role, which determines my valuation of you."

"As you command, great one"

Old Torres swallowed back the nonsense he said, bent down and drew pictures on the ground with his paws.

"I know the locations of most of the nearby settlements, and I also know the divisions of the various monsters' territories. You see, we are in this position now."

It pointed to a point in a circle and said: "The old tree man doesn't like to move around. This circle is the territory of the two-headed giant. Of course, it and the old tree man have been killed by you. There is no doubt that this territory has been destroyed."

It belongs to you."

Dragon looked at several circles of different sizes and nodded: "Who do the other territories around here belong to?"

The old jackal explained in order from largest to smallest: "The territory in the west belongs to the wood elf settlement. Their territory is the largest. From here to the seaside is the territory of the wood elves."

"Wood Elf..."
Chapter completed!