The red dragon just wants to do whatever he wants

"This is an out-of-bounds action that is not officially recognized by the high elves." Drow replied concisely.

After drow's analysis of the high elves' dark history and corruption, David finally understood:

If the high elves really redeemed them, it would be a disguised recognition of the legality of this group of elves' military action.

This military action is legal. Doesn't that mean that they admit that their high elves have openly invaded the territory of the Crimson Calamity Pavla?

Doesn't this blatantly give this crazy red dragon an excuse to take revenge on them?

No elf would dare to let the Crimson Disaster eight years ago happen again, especially since this Crimson Disaster would probably burn directly to their homeland of Devensere.

Maybe it won’t be called the Crimson Disaster by then.

But "Scorched Earth", "Tears of the Elf" and "Defense of Devonser".

No one can afford a crime that would exhume and repeatedly whip the corpses of one hundred and eighty generations of their ancestors.

No one dares to take responsibility. Naturally, no one dares to claim these elven prisoners of war, let alone prepare any ransom.

At this moment, the family members of these high elves may have received the notice and ran to the back door of the logistics department, lined up with tears in their eyes to receive the exercise accident pension, and signed a sealing agreement.

".Wadfake!"

After learning the cause and effect, David suddenly felt like a goblin.

This loss of expectation made him even more excited to play a strategy game and open a second mine in the early stage. However, due to the dual-line operation, a mob did not die. By the time he reacted, the sub-base he had just laid down had already been killed. A seemed to explode.

"Then what's the point of keeping you here?! Who's going to answer me?"

David's roar full of [fury] immediately made all the high elves tremble.

I was afraid that the next words of this furious red dragon would be the tyrant's words of 'let them dig a hole and bury it myself'.

Fortunately, David is now more able to control his emotions.

Especially the emotion of anger.

Because rage has benefits, it can be transformed into a 'group control that weakens and taunts' at critical moments.

So in most cases now, David lets his inner anger vent freely, and after brushing out the [Rage] entry, he returns to his original state, just like now.

But no one knows the reason except himself.

But a red dragon who was moody and angry, and could flip out faster than turning the pages of a book, frightened these high elves even more.

Immediately, some elves could not bear the torture of being repeatedly ravaged mentally, and knelt down and prayed:

"I can sing, dance, and am proficient in thirty-six musical instruments."

David, a reckless man among dragons, sneered at these 'arts'.

But seeing that the other party was the first to surrender, he immediately moved his paws and ordered the drow beside him:

"This one will be taken into custody first, and you will be treated as drow treat elf prisoners of war."

As soon as David finished speaking, the scene fell into dead silence.

The high elf who had surrendered was even more desperate. He immediately grabbed the ground with his head and seemed to be planning to drown himself directly on the beach.

But he was pulled out by Zhuoer. The disheveled latter spit out a mouth full of sand and said a sentence that Evgeny often talks about recently:

"Just kill me!"

"What's wrong? How do you drow usually treat high elf prisoners of war?" David asked his confusion.

"Well, we usually take them directly for breeding." Zhuoer replied.

"." David.

Zolshiat did not show any gloating, but looked at Chretian with some pity, who pursed his lips and said nothing, and explained:

"After all, our drow males are really limited, and we usually rely on external sources to supplement them."

Even a giant dragon.

Of course, she didn't dare to say this in front of her fellow dragon master.

David slapped his forehead with a headache and said casually:

"Then change the treatment to the drow captured by the high elves."

The scene continued to be silent.

"What's wrong?" David felt a little pained in his balls, thinking that there might be something wrong with the high elves.

I heard Yevgeny, the representative of the high elves on the side, say expressionlessly:

"Due to eternal hatred and drow's cunning nature, we usually catch drow and interrogate them to get information, and then either execute them on the spot or sink them into the sea to feed the fish."

"You guys with long ears are really awesome. You've been doing this for so many years and you're still not dead."

David couldn't help but marveled, but when he compared the treatment of prisoners of war on both sides, he was shocked to find:

You can breed them and slaughter them at the same time. God damn quality is conserved. Can you believe it?

David, who really couldn't stand the feuding of these long-eared people, immediately waved his tail and said angrily:

"You continue to recruit and surrender. When you're done, go to the beach first, pull out all the valuables from the wreckage, and then find a higher place to build a nest for me."

"clear."

Zhuoer immediately understood and asked:

"What about the rest?"

The rest, of course, are the tough ones who refuse to surrender.

After thinking about it for a while, David took back this order which was too cruel and a bit wasteful for the elves, and immediately changed his words:

"They all went to the Katana plains to dig potatoes."

Once these words are spoken, they are more effective than any threats.

Before the drow had time to accept the order, the group of high elf prisoners of war who were still stubborn and held their heads high as if they had sacrificed their lives generously softened on the spot and shouted over and over again:

"I surrender! I surrender!"

"You can do anything you want me to do, but don't send me to Katana Plains, please."

"Just treat me like a human prisoner of war!"

High elves generally live longer than humans. If they live longer, their general knowledge will not be too short.

What kind of hell is the climate in the Katana Plain? It's already spring now, and it's still -40 degrees below zero, and the water is literally dripping into ice.

Moreover, it is impossible for them to just dig potatoes. What they may face may also include heavy physical labor such as mining and logging. It is not known what kind of cruel treatment they will face.

Under this cruel test, I am afraid that within a few years, most of them will die from the double torture of hunger and cold.

Even if they don't die, under the supervision of the drow and the surrender faction, they will live a life worse than death.

David nodded satisfied with the effect and immediately prepared to leave first.

The expected loss of the elven ransom still hurt him, and he needed to eat something to slow down.

"Master, wait!" Zhuoer, who seemed to see David's thoughts, quickly stopped him.

"What else?" David was a little unhappy.

"Master, actually you still have some loot, which may be able to make up for your losses." Siatt said solemnly.

"Oh?" David couldn't think of any other trophies he could have for a moment.

Zhuoer said with a look of admiration:

"Yes, as the master expected, you also have a boatload of loot buried on the seabed not far from the port."

David looked confused at first, then finally remembered something, smacked his lips and said:

"That broken ship of yours?"

He finally remembered the drow ship that collapsed when he emerged from the shell five years ago.

It’s just that it has been soaked in salt water on the seabed for five years, what else is left?

"Yes, it's the batch of dragon eggs we collected." Zhuoer gave the answer.

They, a group of drow, spent three whole years in the Old World collecting various dragon eggs.

"." David's mouth opened slowly and uncontrollably.

Finally, it turned into a devilish smile.

Dragon egg?

Wonderful~~~~~~ah.