Red Dragon Roar

"Wild dog, what's your name?"

"My name is Warwick, Your Majesty, Warwick the Gnoll!" Warwick fell to his knees again.

"What about your tribe?"

"Wolf..." He originally wanted to talk about the wolf tooth tribe, but he didn't dare to hide it when he thought that he had almost caused himself a disaster by deceiving the real dragon just now.

"Eating... Insect-eating tribe," Warwick said bitterly, his expression not looking so happy.

"Insect-eating?" The red dragon sneered playfully, "The legend of the gnoll is a race created by the demon lord Yenogu. The gnoll who feeds on flesh and blood actually eats insects? The ferocity of the gnoll is estimated. Have you all been defeated by you? No wonder your tribe has such a small population and everyone is extremely malnourished, and you want to slaughter dragons even if you are dead or alive?"

Warwick shuddered fiercely, and he hurriedly kowtowed: "Your Majesty, your servant would never dare to think like this. Before, I had eyes but didn't know Mount Tai, I didn't see the real dragon, and I didn't know the stalwart of the real dragon! "

"Don't you dare?" Hong Long sneered, "I cut off one ear myself, and that's all, otherwise, after today, there will be no more insect-eating tribes in the world!"

The red dragon let out a low roar, as if the real dragon's might spread out, and the pair of dragon eyes were full of killing intent.

In fact, Yize thought very simply. Gnolls are creatures of the chaotic and evil camp. Don't look at the honest and honest appearance in front of him, but as long as he walks away or falls into weakness, the nature of this group of guys will be exposed, and then in front of him. He bared his fangs and claws at him as he slept.

So, even if you want to subdue this tribe, you have to suppress it, or at least make them feel fear from the bottom of your heart!

The majesty of the real dragon cannot be violated, and the price must be paid in blood!

Warwick looked at the flames sputtering from the dragon's mouth, and knew that as long as he refused, the scorching dragon's breath would come immediately, purifying and erasing the family.

With a complicated expression on his face, he looked back at his own people, including old people, children, women and children. In the same way, they are all looking at Warwick eagerly. The fate of the insect-eating tribe depends on how he chooses.

Warwick is also a guy who can distinguish between priorities, not to mention that he has no choice at this time, it is better to lose his ears than to lose his life.

As soon as he gritted his teeth, a fierce expression appeared on his face, and without any hesitation, he raised the axe and swiped hard at his ear! One ear flew high and blood spattered on the ground.

He grimaced in pain, resisted making no sound, but it could be seen from his trembling body that he was enduring great pain.

Seeing this scene, the other gnolls breathed a sigh of relief.

Their little fortunes are embraced, if the real dragon speaks.

"The right choice. One less ear can make all the clansmen survive. No matter what this deal is, it's not a loss."

Yize said lightly, he squinted and took a deep look at this guy, he could endure the pain of broken ears, he was a ruthless character.

"I know how to choose, I naturally abide by the promise, and this matter has been revealed like this, but there will be no next time, no creature can offend the majesty of the real dragon!"

The red dragon half-drooped his eyes, and he wasn't going to go deeper into this issue. His prestige effect had already been achieved, and continuing to suppress it might be counterproductive.

"Thank you for the grace of not killing the great master."

Warwick covered his bleeding ears and said from the bottom of his heart. Not only did he not have a trace of resentment on his face, but he was grateful and thought it was the red dragon who showed kindness.

Because even three-year-old children in Elbaf Continent know that the evil red dragon is an out-and-out tyrant. Once they annoy them, it is common for them to sack their families and destroy their families.

"However, your tribe's strength is too weak. If you want to be a red dragon's family, you are still not qualified."

The Red Dragon suddenly changed the conversation, and Warwick became nervous again.

"Please rest assured, master, I will definitely make the tribe strong in a short time, and the gnoll will always be the sharpest minion of the master, tearing apart all barriers for you, until you die!" Warwick lowered his head. , issued a sonorous speech.

"Of course, as my first batch of followers, if I don't have any strength, wouldn't I lose face?" Yize said to himself.

Although he didn't say it clearly, he also admitted the fact that the gnoll was a true dragon family in disguise.

"The name of the insect-eating tribe is too ugly. Change it."

Warwick hesitated for a moment, then said: "Master, we used to live in Kazarin in the depths. At that time, our name was Wolf Fang, and we were a powerful gnoll tribe, and no surrounding race dared to dare. Look down on us."

"Langya is not bad, that's it." Honglong decided without thinking too much.

"Thank you master for your name!"

Almost all the gnolls are excited. Since the decline of the wolf tooth tribe, any surrounding tribes, even the subterranean gnomes weaker than them, have ridiculed them as wild dogs that grew up eating insects. ?

"I hope you don't live up to the name of the wolf tooth."

"It will live up to the master's expectations!"

"Okay, let's go down, take good care of your injuries, I will temporarily live on the hill next to me, and come to me directly if you have anything."

Eze conjures up a bandage and throws it at Warwick. He felt that this guy might be a talent. Wouldn't it be a pity if he died because of too much blood?

It's a pity that he can't heal magic. UU reading www.uukanshu.com That's the job of a priest, otherwise a healing technique can stop the bleeding, so why would a bandage be so troublesome.

"Remember, don't declare that there is a real dragon here for the time being. In addition, you can do things you dare not do before. If you encounter difficulties, I will provide assistance."

"Yes, my master."

…

There were two real dragons living next to the camp, and the entire wolf-fang tribe exploded. They never dreamed that one day they would become the real dragon's family, and they also took back the name that the tribe was thinking of.

With the real dragon as the backing, if the news spreads, the status of the wolf tooth tribe will inevitably rise. After all, no one can ignore the power of the real dragon.

Warwick Langya's reputation in the clan also climbed to the top. Although he lost an ear, no gnoll dared to laugh at him, and he won the respect of all the clan.

And the "dragon slaying plan" has gone astray from the very beginning. They did not slay the dragon, but instead became the family of the real dragon.

It can be seen that the rise of the wolf tooth tribe is not far away, and even under the leadership of the real dragon, it will be more brilliant than before.

Warwick has made a drastic change in the family. He wants to regain the blood and ferocity of the gnoll, and all this must be baptized with countless wars and sublimated with blood. As he promised, the gnoll will become a The sharpest minions under the master!

This is, after all, a world of survival of the fittest.

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ps: There must be fewer recommended votes. There are no recommended seats today, which is very sad.

Boom, boom, boom, boom.

Wow, I want to cry.

You don't comfort me, you don't have a collection, you don't have a recommendation ticket, you don't even give me a reward.