Arad's crooked savior

"We came to the Demon Realm this time with the intention of establishing an organization similar to Tarakuta and taking root. With such a grand event, wouldn't it be the best of both worlds!"

Ye Lin nodded slightly and seemed satisfied. He was so sleepy that he met the pillow, and when he was hungry, he saw bread.

Held planned that he would not know it for the time being, but it would not prevent him from getting involved. Moreover, it was indeed more appropriate to handle many things according to the rules of the devil world.

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While Rousselot was exchanging information with the team, a tall fox-orc from the Lucca tribe approached outside the airship. He was a humanoid flame cat with an extremely cute tail.

Flame Cat Xia Lun put his fleshy paws on the back of his head and looked at it: "It's really a big machine. Is it from the Ancient Library?"

"probably……"

Marcella is not sure either. She has never stepped out of the central area of ​​​​the orbit, let alone seen many magical devices.

Magic scholars are different from the Kaxiu sect. They prefer to stay in the library and do research. Although they are a bit old-fashioned, at least they will not burn, kill, and loot.

"By the way, Marcella, what are you doing here? Delivering food?"

Xia Lun glanced at Marcella, who was very tall. She was wearing a pair of shiny leather boots and holding a whip in her hand, which looked very shaky.

The reason why the Alien Tribe can temporarily get along with the Orc Tribe has a very important relationship with Marcella.

And these little differences include her. When she couldn't find food and was hungry, it was Marcella who helped out.

Therefore, the current stance of the Alien Tribe is more in favor of the Orc Tribe, which puts Rousselot in a rather embarrassing situation.

"Xia Lun, do you know where Rousselot came back suddenly?" Marcella seemed to use questions, ignoring Xia Lun's inquiry.

"have no idea."

"I don't know either, but her strength seems to be no less than Lord Gragul."

Marcella twitched her high-up ears. She is from the Lucca tribe, a branch of the orc tribe, which is also a fox, so she has pointed ears and an orc face.

"Xia Lun, if I tell you, the life..."

"Sister Marcella, I have a candy for you to eat."

The little stranger who suddenly appeared had a dirty face, blinking his big bright eyes, holding a well-wrapped candy in his hands, and swallowed secretly.

She is two years younger than Xia Lun. The characteristics of the alien tribe and her excellent fire magic talent have not been revealed in her for the time being.

"Eat it, the orcs don't like candy." Marcella squatted down, peeled off the candy wrapper, and stuffed the candy into the little alien's mouth.

As she touched her head gently, the guilt in her eyes became heavier and heavier.

Nourni's legend is just a scam she made up for the little guys.

The transcendent Norni, who was born from the World Tree, uses the water of life to inspire power and will lead the alien tribe to a life of dignity without discrimination.

However, there is no World Tree in the world. As for the water of life, it is just a rumor, something that even the most powerful apostles cannot get.

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"So, I suspect that there is something wrong with Skuerti's water of life." Rousselot frowned in thought and sighed silently.

Belladir, who has a gentle personality, told her that she and her sisters would drink a kind of water of life regularly to stimulate the potential in the body.

He also said that every time he drank it, there seemed to be fire burning in his body, which seemed to increase the magic ability of the aliens!

But Rousselot had followed the maker Luke before, and she knew very well how the water of life, which even the maker had not been able to obtain, was allowed to be freely possessed by the little alien race?

Moreover, she also heard that the water of life was given by the apostle Luke, but why would Mr. Luke put his arrogant eyes on the poor alien?

Luke never accepts mediocre people. Even the orcs who have undergone transformation, such as "Super Speedy Galkarina", still have a certain foundation and talent.

She wanted to see what this water of life was, but the embarrassing thing was that Skurti wouldn't show it to her.

The most important thing is, how come she, an adult alien, has never heard of the legend of Noelni of Transcendence?

Ye Lin nodded lightly, and then said after careful consideration: "Rosselot, I think it's best to be tactful about this matter. The Alien Tribe is in a difficult situation but full of hope. I mean, even if the legend is false, Don’t expose it either.”

There is nothing more cruel than destroying the last remaining hope!

"Do you have a better way?" Rousselot looked expectantly. She was exhausted mentally and physically from the recent affairs of her clan, and her rabbit ears were droopy.

"Well, do you know what is more important to the alien tribe than Noelni?"

A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he looked at Sophie, who was devouring chicken legs, and Astra, who was chewing bones.

Explode the Dragon King!

During the Dragon War more than a thousand years ago, the ancestors of the Alien Clan were on the wrong side, which resulted in their descendants being in a difficult situation and ending miserably.

Nowadays, there are only less than a thousand small aliens who have been framed and lived tenaciously, and only Rousselot is left in the adult generation.

Although the little one is not very sensible, when their parents were still there, they should have had a little hope that the Dragon King who fell into the heaven would come back invincible!

"Dragon King... Lord Bakar..."

Rousselot murmured twice, and large tears suddenly appeared in her eyes. When she was young, she had also imagined that the Dragon King would come and lead the alien tribe again.

But the truth is cruel and ruthless. She was lucky enough to be accepted by the Maker into the Silent City, but she also accidentally got the news of the Dragon King's death.

The alien race's slimmest hope was cut off.

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Rosselló returned to her clan, but tonight she felt extremely relieved. The Dragon King had fallen, but his successor was back.

Even more important than Nourni of Transcendence is the Explosive Dragon King.

"I want to join that Apostle Completion Alliance. Anyone who blocks my journey will die!"

Sophie's expression was solemn, and then she sucked the oil on her fingers. She was still not full after two plates of fried chicken drumsticks, but she was not in the mood to eat any more.

Even without the power of an apostle, she still wants to regain the glory that belongs to the Dragon King. No more, no less, the ninth apostle is enough.

Sophie, the great new Dragon King, first obtained the name of apostle in the demon world before conquering Trobot, the planet of dragons.

I heard that there are still some surviving giant dragons in the Main area. If there is a chance, let them all surrender.

Astra seemed to be responding to her master's will, stretching her neck and opening her mouth, trying to roar loudly.

Roar~Gah...

Ye Lin pinched the guy's neck angrily and warned: "If you yell like a hammer and shake EX Dornier apart, I'll peel off your scales and sell them to get money for repairs."

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Yuena sat in front of the dressing mirror, took off the crystal cross earrings on her ears and the necklace around her fair neck, and asked curiously:

"Speaking of which, when Skulti's fleshy claws and ears grow up, will he really turn into a tall bunny beauty like Rousselot?"

"Maybe. At least Rousselot is indeed in adult form. I have never raised a little beast-eared girl. I only raised little Luxi for a while."

Ye Lin slowly put his arms around Bai Ruxue's half-exposed shoulders, and pinched the warm earlobes that had just taken off the jewelry, causing Yuena to push his face in disgust: "Go away, bother me to remove my makeup."

Because of the influence of the makeup maniac Obes, she also puts on a little light makeup every day.

After removing makeup, her bare face looks even more pure, with her cherry lips and beautiful nose, as pretty as a flower.

Yuena flicked off the cotton slippers on her feet, took the initiative to hug his neck and offered him a touch of fiery and snake-like dexterity. Her long and curved eyelashes trembled, making her lovable.

She was still wearing the same college uniform that was deliberately disguised as Talakuta, with a blue pleated short skirt that was youthful and beautiful, long white silk stockings that were pure and flawless, and her little fat belly was also quite elastic, covering just half of it with one hand.

A few minutes later, Yuena spit out her slightly numb tongue and gave him a pretty eye roll, "Remove your claws."

Sitting calmly and dignifiedly on the edge of the bed, Yuena raised her beautiful white legs as if to show off. They were slender and slender, and she lightly held her ankles.

"You are so greedy. No matter how big or small you are, you want to take a few bites. Be good and open your mouth."

Yuena did not want to feed his poor justice, but she picked up a blue and white striped hair tie on her fingertips and smiled sweetly. She would not tie her hair tonight, so she should stop her greedy mouth.

Her hair spread out like seaweed, her knees wrapped in long white stockings were almost close to her shoulders, and her small purse looked red and beautiful, but the strong adsorption force of a deep water vortex was like the vacuum pulled out after blocking one end of a syringe with her fingers.

Spitting out the hair tie in his mouth, Ye Lin gritted his teeth and tensed his back, saying enthusiastically: "Lord Seraph, this is my offering to God!"

The small treasury of the Seraph, which is like a blazing hydraulic pressure, has received an extremely generous amount of faith funds. As a messenger of God, Yuena naturally responds with a beautiful and high-spirited angel hymn to recognize the believers' efforts.

When he slowly left, his knees no longer touched his shoulders, and the upward-opening treasure trove was in the right position, and the nutrients were full and overflowing, and the pleated skirt had to be washed.