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"There's something wrong with these people."

Theresa pointed to several human images wearing masks on the holographic platform and said: "They exude the breath of dragons and have advanced camouflage skills. I can't tell which ethnic group they belong to."

When Lott heard this, he immediately felt lucky in his heart for his decision to recruit her into the group, so he asked: "How many intelligent dragon races are there overseas?"

Teresa looked at him and said with a serious expression: "There are so many factions, populations, and classifications, there are countless, but no matter how complicated they are, they are not as huge as the group of Babuweis, that is, the sheep-headed monsters - Babuwei Si belongs to a multi-racial alliance, while those dragon races are basically scattered and independent."

To put it simply: a union, a CIS.

Lot: "Why don't the dragon clans unite together like the allies of the Faun?"

Theresa: "The individuals of Babvis's allies all have some shortcomings. For example, the sheep-headed monsters as the main body have amazing strength and speed, but their defense and numbers are slightly weak; the giant elephant monsters are slow in movement, but their strength and defense are weak. They are not comparable to other races, and their number is relatively the smallest; the most numerous are the flea people, but their strength is generally not good. In other words, these races unite to learn from each other's strengths and offset their weaknesses, and eventually form a huge ethnic group that conquers all directions."

Lott: "The Dragon Clan is just the opposite. Their indicators are balanced, so there is no need to form a huge alliance?"

Theresa: "Yes, they are all outstanding in terms of strength and technology, but the skills possessed by each group are relatively partial. For example, some dragons focus on camouflage, some control expertise, and some alchemy Or the summoning technique is great."

"The population is biased." Lott looked at the images of several masked men on the holographic stage. After Teresa's identification just now, the system immediately marked them as yellow information for easy differentiation.

"Which dragon race do these belong to? What are they good at?" Lot asked.

Theresa stared at the group of guys for a long time, shook her head, and said that it was still unknown and had to be observed.

Is it

Lott held his arms up, one hand resting on his chin, and quietly looked at the yellow villains on the holographic platform.

After a while, some little girls nearby expressed that it was too boring to stay in the command room, and clamored to go down there to play.

After hearing this, Lott waved his hand impatiently, so Fiona, Emily, and Phantom Liz—the three naughty children ran out the door with smiles on their faces.

The Scarab is divided into three floors. The bottom floor is an area where various walking mechas, four-legged tanks, and self-propelled siege guns are stacked. Most of the people who visit here are military enthusiasts, spies, mercenaries, and intelligence agents.

The second floor is a place for people to relax, live, and eat. It can provide daily life for 3,000 people here. It is used to transport and rescue trapped people. Currently, various businesses are stationed here, and most people come here for consumption, entertainment, buying peripheral goods, etc.

The third floor is the ammunition depot, power room, weapons manufacturing and supply workshop - currently no visitors are allowed here.

The few dragon clan members that Lott was observing have been wandering in the lowest deck.

"Does this thing walk on two legs?" Valk stretched out his hand and put his head on a 3-meter-tall bipedal mecha and murmured.

"Sir, please be careful!" The masked companion next to him said in a low voice after walking in, "I don't know why there are other races here, and there are a lot of them!"

"Yes, aren't you afraid of the humans here?"

Valk turned his head and stared confusedly at the goat-headed monsters, minotaurs and other trembling monsters mixed in the crowd. He looked at the humans around him talking and laughing with them, showing no sign of fear.

According to the investigation of the "Steel Claw" intelligence department, humans in this continent are very afraid of non-human races. The black bear monsters who had been unable to contact them before disappeared also sent a message saying: To enter here, you must disguise yourself. Look like an adult, otherwise you will be in big trouble.

but now.

"They are disguised as humans! Sir, I can smell the unique human scent from these monsters!" the subordinate next to him reminded.

Valk waved his hand and said that he knew it was a human pretending to be a human being. What he couldn't understand was that the disguise skill can only be mastered at a minimum of level 30, and only those who know the mimicry spell can do it. Now, even level 1~2 is not enough. Ordinary people have also mastered it?

This is not logical at all.

Valk, who had been thinking for a long time but couldn't come up with an answer, shook his head. When he turned around and was about to say something to his subordinates, he suddenly heard a sneer coming from beside him, so he turned around to look.

"Hey, hey, hey! Stupid humans! I am the daughter of the night! The master of the night!"

Fiona, who was dressed like a vampire in a high-collared cloak, stood on top of a four-legged tank and covered her face with the cloak while taunting the humans walking below. The little eidolon next to her also followed suit. The action was that Emily looked quite embarrassed when being looked at by so many pairs of eyes below, so she kept pulling on Fiona's clothes to express whether she could go down. This was so embarrassing.

"Kid! Come down quickly! Otherwise the machine will trample the MP and beat your butts!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The crowd below all raised their heads and laughed - there are vampire suits for sale in the prop shop, and many children like to run around pretending to be little monsters like vampires, so no one is afraid of vampires from now on - this thing You won't come out during the day.

Although the humans kept laughing at the few girls who were above average, Valk and others looked a little solemn - stupid humans might not be able to see anything, but the dragon elites of the 'Steel Claw' could It was clearly felt that these little girls exuded the unique aura of other high-level creatures.

"Advanced Camouflage Why do werewolves dress up as vampires to show off??"

"The same goes for the little witch."

"What is the identity of the other little girl? Why can't I see it?"

"A black shadow, what is that?"

"Sir, what on earth is going on?"

Several subordinates wearing masks watched for a long time, and finally threw questions to the leader.

Valk himself was also fooled, but as the leader and spiritual pillar of the team, he couldn't do anything he didn't know!

"Perhaps they have a mission just like us!" Valk watched the little guys jumping off the tank and finally said, "Follow them, and maybe we can get some useful clues!"

One of the subordinates asked strangely: "Sir, they are just children, so what clues can there be?"

Valk looked at Fiona and the others who were gradually running away, pointed at Emily, and said: "That little witch, I can feel it. The aura on her body is quite huge, stronger than what we have seen before! She has it. A little girl with such a powerful aura is running around here, which shows that their elders must be nearby."

As long as we contact those guys and test them out, maybe we can get some useful clues? After all, a witch with such huge power lives here, so the information her family possesses must be extraordinary! This is much better than a group of people wandering around like headless flies.

"If your guess is correct, it should be a big family that is entrenched here!" Valk replied affirmatively.

When the subordinates next to him heard this, they were immediately excited.

In fact, he is right to think so. After all, who would have thought that the huge aura contained in a little witch comes from the inheritance of high-level witches of the past generations, rather than being cultivated by a big family.

‘If your guess is correct, it should be a big family entrenched here! ’

Seeing the masked guys in the holographic platform muttering to each other, Lott suddenly realized at that moment that he had found a breakthrough!

He quickly calculated in his mind, then raised his head and said: "Vickers, let the two demons look like a middle-aged man and an old man, use my appearance as a template, and call some warlocks to act as guards. They wear formal clothes, hurry up!”

Vickers: 'Yes, my lord! ’

Lott looked at Fiona's figure running wildly among the crowd. The little phantom could barely keep up, but Emily was a little confused.

"Wiki, contact the three of them." Lott said.

"Please wait until you can speak," the AI ​​replied.

"Fiona, did you guys hear that?"

When the crazy girl who was halfway in the crowd heard it, she immediately raised her head and saluted upwards: 'Copy that! Sir! ’

"Keep your voice down!" Lott looked at her and said solemnly, then glanced at the other two, and when he called the three of them to a corner, he began to give instructions: "Later, I will send two demons When I went over to your place, I looked like I was in middle age and old age."

Fiona: ‘Eh~~? ’

Lott: "Come on, listen to me! You will call that middle-aged me dad later, do you understand?"

Phantom: ‘Oh~~’

Emily: ‘Oh. ’

Fiona: ‘No! ’

Lott: "I know you are resisting, but"

Fiona: 'That old man always scolds me! And smashed my things! I don't allow you to ask me to call you that! ’

Lott: ".?"

What does she mean? ? Is it good or bad? ?

Fiona: ‘I’m going to call you uncle! Because my uncle is the best to me! Better than you! ’

Lott: "Okay. Listen, a few people may contact you later, and then the middle-aged me and the old me will come over. Then you can just call them dad, uncle, and grandpa!" "

Phantom: ‘Oh~~’

Emily: ‘Oh. ’

Fiona: ‘No! I want to call grandpa! Because grandpa is the best to me! ’

MMP! There is so much nonsense, no wonder your father is so angry!

Lott closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, and then said: "Okay, remember your identities, Emily is my eldest daughter, Liz is my youngest daughter, and Fiona is my niece, do you understand? "

"Oh~~~!"