Red Dragon Emperor

　　 In the night breeze of late autumn, Kili Greyscale crouched on his waist and quickly shuttled through the woodland, like a ghost in the night.

　　 At this time, he had left the territory of the Greyscale Kobold tribe and entered the hunting ground of the Mosskin Jackal tribe.

　　 When he thought that he was about to see the terrifying jackal wizard again, Kili could not help but shudder.

　　 If he can, he doesn't want to betray his ethnic group, but he has no choice.

　　嗷woo~!

　　 The howling of the wolf broke the silence of the night sky, Kili Grayscale roused his spirits, took out something from the crotch, and held it tightly in his hand.

　　 The wolves who were howling just now were the wolves raised by the jackals. They were the hunting partners of the jackals and the sentries in the night. At the same time, they were the nightmare of the grayscale kobolds. If it weren't for the things in his hands, he wouldn't dare to approach them at all.

　　 After a while, a pair of green eyes appeared in the forest ahead, staring straight at the intruder, very frail.

　　 The dangerous aura approached, and he quickly raised his hand to show what was in his hand. It was a fang, to be precise, a wolf tooth.

　　Spike in his hand, Kili has a lot of confidence, regardless of whether there is anyone in the forest opposite, shouting: "Take me to see Lord Moza!"

　　 A huge horse-like wolf walked out of the shadows silently and came to the moonlight. Its nose was wrinkled and its sharp fangs were exposed. The smelly saliva leaked from between the teeth and dripped down its chin.

　　 Fortunately, the wolf is controlled by the owner. It is a jackal. He is riding on the back of the wolf with a whip around his waist and a spear in his hand.

The spear lifted the wolf fangs in the kobold hand into the air, and the jackal caught it, put the wolf fang to his nose and sniffed, then threw it to the kobold, and then pinched the wolf under his crotch with his legs and turned around. Leave.

"Come with me."

　　 All the way through the jungle, Kili followed the gnoll rangers to the moss skin gnoll base camp.

　　 Mosskin Jackal Base Camp was built on a low mountain peak. Trees within two hundred meters of the mountain peak were cut down, and obstacles such as large rocks were also cleared.

　　 Going further inside is a log wall surrounding the foot of the mountain. There is an arrow tower every some distance, and the sentry on the arrow tower gives a clear view of the situation around the tribe.

　　 Under the leadership of the Jackal Ranger, Kili Greyscale successfully passed through the gate and entered the interior of the Jackal Tribe.

Like the kobolds, there are a large number of dirty animal skin tents in the jackal tribe. Only the tribal center, that is, there are a few houses made of wood and straw around the top of the mountain. This is the moss skin jackal tribe. The abode of the first class.

　　 The top of the mountain is a stone house covering a wide area.

　　In terms of human standards, this stone house can only be said to be so-so, but with the civilization level of wilderness monsters, it is undoubtedly a great building.

　　 Brought Kili to the stone house, the jackal ranger and his companion guarding the stone house said a few words, the stone house guard opened the door and signaled Kili to enter.

　　 waited for a while in the empty, dark hall of the stone house.

　　 crunch~.

　　 The old jackal man with a crutch in his hand and his spine opened the door and walked in. The clatter of the crutch was so awkward in the quiet stone house.

　　 Kili Grayscale shuddered and buried his head lower. He knew that the old jackal man in front of him seemed weak and could not help but actually hides the majestic power that ordinary people can't understand.

　　 "Go ahead, what do you see?"

　　"..."

　　 After a while, in the gloomy crypt, the high-ranking Jackal Mystic Mage Mossa Mosskin stood with his hands in a submissive manner, repeating the information brought by the kobold to the elves of the Thorns Throne.

　　 After listening to the family's narration, Olivia's mouth turned into a green dragon in the form of an elf with a mocking arc.

　　 "Developing agriculture, hoarding food, building armor to train soldiers, slogan brainwashing loyalty education, the red boy who is not doing business properly~"

　　 Yes, in the view of the orthodox five-color dragon, the red dragon is indeed a bad guy.

　　Develop agriculture and hoard food?

　　 What are you doing with these useless things, and you can’t eat them (dragons like to eat meat)? Isn’t it enough to die for those ridiculous, useless embryos rolling in the mud?

　　Train soldiers and build weapons?

　　The most powerful dragon is itself, not a secularized army. The great dragon only needs to eat and sleep well, and it can absorb power from the bloodline over time and become stronger and stronger.

　　 Brainwashing slogan, loyal education?

　　 This is even more outrageous. Monsters worship the unmatched power of the dragon family. They maintain enough power to deter anyone from betraying. Without power, everything is a castle in the air.

On the side, Mossa Mosskin saw that his master was happy, and tentatively said: "Great Master Olivia, under your wise leadership, the enemy's foundation has been found out, and your most loyal servant is ready to serve You offer a great victory. Just waiting for your order, I will immediately go and tie that little **** back to you."

　　 "No, the offensive plan is cancelled," after thinking about it, Olivia waved her hand.

　　 After knowing that she had an additional neighbor of the same kind, she ordered her family members to install spies to spy on intelligence and set out to prepare for war. Now that she knows the opponent's winter offensive plan, she is not in a hurry.

　　 The desire for conspiracy and tricks is deeply buried in the blood of the green dragon, and playing with the opponent in the palm of his hand, this makes them feel more excited and satisfied than the crude destruction of the opponent.

　　 "Since he will come to the door by himself, why not give him a surprise."

　　The opponent is only a young red dragon, and he is a young green dragon about to become an adult. Even if the red dragon is the head of the five-color dragon, but it is two full ages away, the red dragon has no chance of winning.

　　 In Olivia's eyes, victory is at her fingertips, and she has to enjoy the process.

　　 "Hahaha~, I really want to see what the red dragon boy looks like when he sees me~"

　　 She felt extremely excited when she thought of Red Dragon thinking that victory was in sight, and when she was upright and energetic, she suddenly appeared to crush his dream.

　　 "Surprise! Panic! Leave everything behind and run away! Um..."

"That's not good," Olivia muttered to herself on the Throne of Thorns: "A red dragon would be a good thug, grab him, train him, and let him always surrender to the feet of the great Olivia. "

　　 I have a good plan. When I reach adulthood, I will let the red dragon go out for a stroll and bring in those silly dragon-slaying warriors, and then...

　　 "Oh ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ~," Olivia couldn't help laughing when she thought of her pride.

　　 In this regard, Mossa Mosshide has long been familiar with it. He has seen such scenes many times, and every time he hears such laughter, someone will be unlucky.

　　 When the master’s laughter stopped, he knew that his task was coming.

　　 "Master, please give me the next step."

　　 "Stop the soldiers, but I can't let the errand boy stay so idle," Olivia's mouth curled up with a sneer, wicked smile.