The Dragon of the Apocalypse

"Fart! Someone! Someone! Beat this bastard to death! Beat him!"

The ladies suddenly broke through their defenses, looked extremely ferocious, and roared like crazy.

"You are interfering with the development of human civilization and art! What you are doing is a serious crime!

etc! Ouch! my eyes! Ouch! my leg! Do not hit! Stop fighting! "

Before Aganfu finished speaking, he was punched in the eye.

After that, I felt like I was hit by countless punches all over my body.

The conflict broke out completely, and he and several orcs were quickly overwhelmed, and screams came one after another.

When the sun goes down.

The ladies finally stopped and warned:

"Aganfu! This is our last warning! If you still dare to let your elf continue to dance! Seducing men! Next time you will die! Do you know?

Don't think that bastard from Ireland is going to back you up! That old thing! I've asked my father to warn him! If you dare to hinder me again, I will make him look good! snort! "

This is the wife of the Irish Viscount, a bejeweled lady in her early forties.

"..."

Aganfu and several orcs were covered in bruises at the moment, with blood pouring from their mouths and noses. It looked like they had lost half of their lives and were unable to respond at all.

Seeing them like this, these women didn't feel satisfied, and actually spat at them several times before leaving.

After a while, one of the orcs climbed up tremblingly from the ground, came to Aganfu and helped him up, saying with difficulty:

"Why are these human women so barbaric? Even us orc women are not like this! Damn it! I was almost beaten to death!"

"Ouch~ Ouch~ Go... find a carriage, and then take me to... to... the Temple of the Sun... to find a priest, I... need treatment..."

Aganfu groaned repeatedly, his face full of pain.

The half-orc steeled himself, ran outside to find a carriage, and then worked with the carriage driver to carry him up and go to the Sun Temple for treatment.

It took 10 silver coins at a time to calm Aganfu down and lie down on the sofa in his villa.

At this moment, the entire living room of the villa was filled with injured orcs and some frightened elves.

"What should we do now? Those savage human women warned us...if we ignore it this time, more people will definitely die next time.

The hand bones and leg bones of several of our brothers here were smashed into pieces, and even ordinary magic is difficult to recover.

There were two orcs who went directly to see their ancestors!

It’s really hateful! He didn’t die on the battlefield, but he died at the hands of these women for no apparent reason!”

A half-orc roared angrily.

"Bah! Those damn crazy women! Do they know what stupid things they are doing? Good! Very good! Don't let us continue to operate!?

Then give it a try!

You guys go back to me immediately! Go back to the green forest! Tell the master everything! ! I want them to look good! "

Aganfu slapped the tables and chairs angrily and shouted.

A few days later.

Accompanied by a bang.

Rand fell from the sky. He had just flown around happily and returned to the green forest to enjoy a delicious meal.

But a group of orcs blocked the tree hole where he lived.

The moment one of them saw him, he yelled:

"Master! Master! It's not good! Something bad is happening!"

This voice immediately made Rand's heart jump instinctively. Where had he heard this before?

He raised his eyebrows and looked down from a high position, carefully looking at this orc, who was relatively small compared to him. His super memory allowed him to immediately recognize him as one of the orcs who had been assigned to Aganf.

Something happened at Aganfu?

His eyes narrowed slightly, flashing with fierce light.

Whoever dares to touch his money tree will be killed by him!

"Say! What happened!"

Rand immediately growled.

The Orcs also immediately told everything. After hearing this, Rand burst out two flames from his nostrils. However, he did not kill him impulsively. Instead, he asked the Orcs to inform Aganf and ask him to tell the strength of the Irish city. Find out more and come back!

So, another few weeks passed.

Green forest, meadow.

Sitting here are one large, two small and three dragons, as well as a group of orcs, Aganf himself and Yakus.

In the center, Rand sat squatting, his red eyes scanning Aganfu and others, and slowly spoke:

"Have you found out everything? How many troops are there in the Irish Viscount City? Senior professionals?"

"Master! We've found out everything!

The Irish Viscount has five thousand soldiers. In the entire city, there are three archmages, two great warriors, several other high-level professions, and five dragon-hunting crossbows.

However, among those high-level professionals, only three or four can really be used by the Irish Viscount. "

As Aganfu spoke to the end, his voice became deeper and deeper.

Everyone here knows what these data represent.

This means that the opponent's strength is far superior to them!

If you want to deal with this kind of lineup, I am afraid that only the legendary level experts can do it!

And does their master... possess legendary strength?

"laugh……"

Rand blew out two streams of hot air from his nostrils, and his expression was somewhat incomprehensible:

"Aganfu, you did a great job! Then you can just go directly to other noble territories to develop."

"What about...the Irish Viscount? Are you going to let them go like this?"

"Of course this is impossible! I, Rand Safis Oakburn, have always bullied others! There is no reason for anyone to bully me! This time will be no exception!"

"Your Excellency Rand! Please don't be impulsive! After all, the other party is a viscount with a long heritage. If a war breaks out directly, we may not be able to compete."

Yakus frowned and had to remind him.

He has lived in Green Forest for several months, and he has almost seen the strength here. At this moment, except for Rand, they are not particularly strong.

But the potential is huge!

Because, there are three dragons!

As long as these three-headed dragons continue to grow, it will be no problem to deal with a mere viscounty, but this is not the case now!

They must continue to grow patiently!

Yakus didn't want the force he had just joined to suffer heavy losses or even die because of a trivial matter. .

"Yakus! Human vision will eventually limit you!

What does war look like to you?

The two sides gathered all their fighting strength and then collided with each other amid roars and shouts? Wave the blade in your hand and swing the staff to release spells?

No! No! No! No! Real war is never such a superficial thing! "

Rand showed a weird smile, making others confused.

"So in your opinion, what is war?"

“Have you ever heard of a saying?

The truth of war is only within the range of the cannon!

but me! Rand Safis Oakburn has the absolute truth! "

"You mean cannon? I've heard of this. It seems to be a weapon of the Goblin Empire. It has the ability to strike at a long distance and is quite powerful, comparable to the 3-ring fireball technique.

But what does it have to do with truth? "

Yacus was a little confused.

"Don't you understand? It doesn't matter! Soon, I think you will understand! Hehehehe~"

Rand sneered, and under the puzzled looks of many people, he shook the dragon's wings and fled high into the sky.