The Dragon That Devoured the World: Begins with Rebirth as a Black Dragon

"It seems that you can't make me happy anymore, so go to hell!" Sarron said impatiently when he saw these guys staying in place.

"I'll fight you!" Finally, under this high pressure, a few troll warriors couldn't help it.

They rushed up with bone clubs, and Sarron ignored their attacks and grabbed them one by one.

"No!" Shadar was full of pain when he saw this scene.

Sarron glanced at Shadar and then crushed the upper body of the troll warrior.

It was as simple as crushing a tomato.

"What did you say you didn't want just now?" Sarron asked after throwing the body.

"He is not a black dragon, black dragons are not like this!" A troll warrior said loudly.

"Dear Lord Black Dragon, this time it is our evil tooth tribe that offended your majesty. We will offer all the treasures of the tribe and ask for your forgiveness!" Shadar put down his weapon and said humbly.

As the leader of the tribe, he is not only more powerful than other trolls.

His intelligence is also higher than other trolls.

The black dragon in front of him did not come up and kill them all, but only killed a few trolls who offended him.

This means that there is still room for easing. All creatures know that real dragons love treasures the most, so he will give him all the treasures he has accumulated over the years.

Although there is not much treasure left.

Just rob some from other places later.

"Treasure? I can kill you all, so your treasures are still mine. Do you want to offset the cost of offending the real dragon?" Sarron mocked.

Shadar felt a little difficult. The black dragon is notoriously insidious, cunning, despicable and shameless among the five-color dragons.

The red dragon can still be fooled, but the black dragon has no way to communicate.

"So what do you want, Lord Black Dragon?" Shadar said with a stiff face.

"It's not what I want, but what you want!"

"Do you want to live or die!"

Sarron stretched his wings and said chilling words.

"Lord Black Dragon, we want to live!" Shadar clenched his palms.

There is no creature in this world that does not want to live.

He knew that the black dragon in front of him was about to show his fangs.

"It seems that you are a smart troll."

"I want you to become my followers!" Saron looked at the leader troll in front of him.

"We are willing to become your followers!" Shadar patted his chest and said.

Is it a trick that the guy agreed so readily?

Saron looked at these guys and felt a little nervous.

In his opinion, they should rather die than surrender. He would kill the leader troll and then support a group of trolls again.

But this guy agreed too readily.

He just killed their tribesmen, this guy would not think of sleeping on straw and tasting gall, right?

"Then tell me why you want to become my followers?" Saron said jokingly.

"This..." Shadar had heard that the color dragons were fickle.

But today he had just experienced this kind of fickleness.

Didn't he just make the Reptiles his followers?

"My Lord, your majestic figure, majestic appearance, and powerful strength have conquered our Reptiles!" Shadar praised Saron with his poor words.

They, the forest trolls, were originally evil, and it was natural for them to join a more powerful creature.

After all, their Reptiles were not the most powerful in this area.

They had been fighting with other tribes for a while, which led to a sharp decline in the number of their warriors.

Now that such a powerful black dragon has come here, it is not bad to recognize him as the master.

At least it can protect their people from being harmed by other creatures.

But the black dragon is cruel by nature, and the people can't be angered by him in the future to prevent them from being harmed.

"My Lord, I apologize to you for our offense just now!" Shadar made up his mind.

He stretched out his fingers and dug out one of his eyeballs alive and put it in his palm, then knelt down and raised his eyeballs with both hands above his head.

"Then I accept your allegiance, troll, tell me your name!" Sarron looked at Shadar and said, he admired the other's will.

After all, this kind of pain is extraordinary.

Shadar breathed a sigh of relief, and he gestured to the other tribesmen.

The female spellcasters lifted the forbidden air array, and the male trolls put down their weapons and knelt on the ground together.

"Shadar, the leader of the forest troll evil tooth tribe, led all the tribesmen to pledge allegiance to the adults!" Shadar knelt and said loudly.

"Silly boy?" Sarron was a little surprised that there was still a name called this.

"Yes, my name is Shadar, sir.!" said Shadar.

"Okay!"

He is a fool, nothing wrong with him.

"Take me to your tribe now!" said Saron.

"My Lord!" said Shadar in a very humble manner.

Saron followed a group of trolls to a valley, which was the tribe of the Eviltooth Tribe.

Shadar had already sent his men to explain everything to the tribesmen who stayed here.

So there were many old, weak, women and children of the forest trolls gathered nearby.

A little blue-skinned troll looked at Saron curiously, "This black dragon seems to be different from the black dragon that the tribesmen usually talk about! "

A female troll nearby patted the little troll's head after hearing this, and pulled him to kneel down.

They knew that all of them had to be loyal to the black dragon in front of them, and they must not make him angry.

Saron looked at the tribe, and the total number of adult warriors was only about 100.

The remaining old, weak, women and children were more than 300.

Of course, the trolls can be soldiers.

When the tribe suffered a devastating blow, these old, weak, women and children would become warriors.

After all, a young troll can easily kill several adult humans.

"My lord, I will have my men prepare your residence as soon as possible, and I will also send food!" Shadar saw that Saron was staring at the little trolls and hurriedly changed the subject.

For fear that Saron would use the little trolls for a snack.

"Don't worry about that!"

"Shadar, why do you have so few warriors in your evil tooth tribe? "On the way here, Saron realized that Shadar was not a fool.

But a forest troll tribe has more than 300 old, weak, women and children, but only 100 adult trolls. This ratio is very abnormal.

"Lord Saron, we forest trolls used to have many warriors, but recently a neighboring half-orc tribe has had a serious conflict with us, and many tribesmen have been killed!" Shadar sighed.

After his explanation, Saron realized that this area called Sunset Forest was the territory of their forest trolls.

They have developed very well in this area, and there are plenty of prey. Occasionally robbing some caravans is actually a good life.

There is an orc tribe next to Sunset Forest, and their strength is about the same as that of the Evil Tooth Tribe.

But the two tribes have never had a major conflict and are still in harmony.

But recently, the half-orc tribe has been invading their territory for some reason.

They have had many major conflicts, and both sides have suffered losses.

Saron thought that there seemed to be not enough miners, but he didn't expect to find it.