Chapter 24: Being a dog with a young dragon is the greatest honor

Author: Leopard Head·Zero Recharge

Chapter 24: Being a dog with a young dragon is the greatest honor

"Then what are you doing now!"

Old Sack was anxious and angry, and looked at Old Toris almost begging.

"Torres, you're kidding, right?"

Old Toris shook his head slowly, his eyes were empty.

"You know, Old Sack, I never joke about things like this."

"What is this, what is this..."

Old Sak smiled terrified, "I told me that the tradition of gnolls is all about shit, but only by using this shit can we stick gnolls from different tribes together. OK, I believe you. What the result is!"

It glared at Toris and shouted desperately.

"Then you fucking eat this shit yourself!"

"Are you crazy?"

"Maybe", Old Torius spread his hands and laughed at himself.

"If it weren't crazy, how could I think that with the power of the gnoll, I could gain a foothold in the jungle?"

"The time for cleaning is coming," it looked at Old Sak calmly, "Even if you use Hogg to let the tribe disintegrate naturally, the elves give up cleaning up our scattered wild dogs. But what afterward?"

"Can the broken tribes gather again? Can the tribes survive the next cleaning after the aggregation? You have no idea what to do, just catch fish with your eyes blindfolded!"

"Otherwise, what can you do!"

Old Sak asked back with a voice: "Can you live by being a dog for the Five-Colored Dragon? The elves may not be able to deal with the Five-Colored Dragon, but they will definitely crush us like a bed bug!"

"You are wrong, Old Sak," Old Torius curled his lips slightly and said word by word: "The dragon that is willing to accept our loyalty is not the five-colored dragon."

"What?"

Old Sak was completely stunned. If it wasn't a five-colored dragon, could it be a metal dragon? Isn't this a joke? When the metal dragon saw the zombie and spit it to death, it was Jenogu's blessing. How could a metal dragon be willing to collect the zombie as a dog?

"I think you're really crazy."

However, Old Torius just smiled slightly, looked up at the sky, and raised his hands.

"Great dragon, please accept the loyalty of the Blood Claw Tribe!"

The sound fell, but the sky did not change for a long time.

Just as the old priest was planning to use magic to help Old Torius to cure his mental trauma, a small black dot fell from the sky. When approaching the ground, he suddenly opened his dragon wings and hovered proudly in the air.

"The dragon, it's really a dragon!"

The gnolls onlookers were excitedly talking, but isn't the giant dragon a little small?

Old Sak stared at the black iron-colored young dragon in the air in a daze. After a long time, he looked at Old Torres, his tone was hard to describe.

"Is this the dragon in your mouth?"

"Is there any problem?"

Old Toris is very proud.

"Don't you even want to find a stronger dragon even if you are a dog for the dragon!"

The old priest lowered his voice and asked in a furious manner: "A young dragon bought you? How should a young dragon fight against the elves!"

"What's wrong with the young dragon?"

Old Torius whispered: "The young dragon, the greatest honor to be a young dragon dog!"

Then he lowered his voice, "Satisfied, if you want to be a dog for an adult metal dragon, we are worthy of it? And this is not a young dragon, this is a young dragon of the metal dragon clan!"

"Do you dare to attack the Metal Dragon's Hive Dragon?"

Who dares this?

Old Sak wanted to curse, the young dragon attacking the metal dragon was afraid that he would not be able to get mixed doubles between the metal dragon couple, right?

Wait, it seemed to understand what Old Torius meant.

It dared not attack the young dragons of the Metal Dragon Clan, and the elves didn't care, but they would not attack the young dragons of the Metal Dragon Clan for the sake of a few hundred werewolves and face at least two adult metal dragons.

It's too much of a loss. Even if you squeeze out all the bones of these hundreds of werewolves out of oil, it would not be as much as the losses that adult metal dragons can cause in one breath.

Thinking of this way, it seems nothing wrong to be a dog.

only……

Two old zodiac were looking at each other and communicated invisibly with their eyes.

‘You are betting’

‘If you don’t bet, you will die. Do you bet or not?’

‘Damn it, you betrayed our ideal!’

‘Only you have dreams when you are alive, and if you die, you will be muddy.’

‘Maybe, you are always right’

‘Don’t be stupid’

The silent communication ended here. The old priest shook his head with a wry smile, Li Li's robe, and went out from the crowd, leaving the zombies far away, looked up at the young dragon flying in the air, and raised his cane high.

"Sons of Io! The priest of Erisnu will never surrender to the weak! Show us your strength!"

The black and iron dragon glanced at the ground coldly, opening its mouth, and its voice was as cold as steel.

"You are seeking death if you are stupid."

The fiery energy condensed in her mouth, and the old priest was flying at a height that the young dragon could fly, and used the magic technique with confidence and boldness.

A high-speed vibrating sound wave flew towards the young dragon at a high speed, but after only half of the distance, the contained power in the magic art quietly dissipated.

The sound waves could not attack the young dragon, but the breath fell from the sky and directly hit the old priest. At the same time, Dragorn, located a thousand meters above the altitude, stimulated the bottom fire, and the high-explosive armor-piercing bomb instantly passed through the distance of kilometers, penetrated the old priest's flesh and blood, and exploded.

boom!

The old priest was blown to pieces from his hips to most of his legs, because the bullets passed through.

Then Nesalio's breath gave it another set of flame electrotherapy. The old priest who wanted to stand and die was finally unable to support his body, and his arm swayed heavily to the ground.

"Hahahahahahahaha..."

The old priest tried hard to open his eyes, but all he could see was a ghost. He simply changed into a comfortable position and whispered with a loud smile.

"Is this the power of the dragon? It's so strong..."

Old Torius closed his eyes briefly, and then it opened its eyes, took a step expressionlessly, and slowly walked to the old priest.

Hearing the familiar footsteps, the old priest smiled and opened his mouth, but his voice became lower and lower.

"You are right, old Torius, we werewolves, are really weak..."

Old Torius looked at it silently, silently.

But Old Sack was using his last strength and murmured: "Dog Damn Old Toris, you must win the bet! I will watch you in the bottomless abyss. If you lose, I will tear your soul and feed it to the hellhound!"

Old Torius took a deep breath and quipped, "Don't you believe in the God of Killing? Don't you go to the Chaos Sea?"

"I believe him!"

Old Sak laughed terrified: "I have never killed intelligent life in my life. My magic is maintained by jealous elves. Why go to the Chaos Sea? Do you receive the punishment of God? It's better for Jenogu...hahahahahahaha."

It opened its mouth and spitted out a large mouthful of blood, its chest was getting weaker and weaker, and soon its breathing stopped.

Old Torius wiped his face, turned his head to look at the silent jackals, and shouted at the top of his lungs.

"See all!"

"This is the end of being an enemy of the great dragon!"

"Even the priest of the God of Killing will die!"
Chapter completed!