The Iron Mecha Dragon has few friends

Chapter 24 It is the greatest honor to be the dog of the young dragon

Chapter 24 It is the greatest honor to be the dog of the young dragon
"Then what are you doing now!"

Old Sac was anxious and angry, and looked at old Torres almost beggingly.

"Torres, you're kidding, right?"

The old Torres shook his head slowly, his eyes were calm.

"You know, old Sack, I never joke about things like that."

"What is this, what is this..."

Old Sac laughed miserably, "You told me that the tradition of the wolf man is shit, but only by using this piece of shit can the wolf men of different tribes be glued together. Well, I believe you. The result!"

It glared at Torres and shouted desperately.

"You fucking ate this piece of shit yourself!"

"Are you crazy!"

"Maybe." Old Torres spread his hands and laughed at himself.

"If I'm not crazy, how can I think that with the power of the wolf man, I can gain a foothold in the dense forest?"

"It's time to clean up." It looked at Old Sack calmly. "Even if you use Hogg to let the tribe disintegrate naturally this time, the elves have given up cleaning us scattered wild dogs. But what about after that?"

"Can the broken tribes reunite? Can the tribes survive the next cleanup after gathering? You have no confidence, you are just blindfolded and catching fish!"

"Otherwise, so what!"

Old Sack asked in a hissed voice: "Can you live as a dog for a five-color dragon? The elves may not be able to deal with the five-color dragon, but they will definitely crush us like bedbugs!"

"You're wrong, old Sack." Old Torres raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and said word by word: "The dragon who is willing to accept our loyalty is not the five-color dragon."

"what?"

Old Sack was completely stunned, if it wasn't a five-color dragon, could it be a metal dragon?Isn't this a joke? Yenogu's blessing is the blessing of the metal dragon when he sees the gnoll who doesn't breathe out. How could there be a metal dragon willing to accept the gnoll as a dog?
"I think you are really crazy."

To the old priest's question, the old Torres just smiled slightly, looked up at the sky, and raised his hands high.

"Great dragon, please accept the loyalty of the Blood Claw tribe!"

The sound fell, but there was no change in the sky for a long time.

Just when the old priest was planning to use magic to help old Torres heal his trauma, a small black spot fell from the sky, and when it approached the ground, it suddenly spread its dragon wings and hovered in the air proudly.

"Dragon, it's really a dragon!"

The gnolls onlookers talked excitedly, but, isn't this giant dragon a bit small?

Old Sac stared blankly at the black iron-colored young dragon in mid-air, and then looked at Old Torres for a long time, his tone hard to say.

"This is, the giant dragon in your mouth?"

"Any questions?"

Old Torres was very proud.

"What the hell, you just want to be a dog for the dragon, and you want to find a stronger dragon!"

The old priest lowered his voice, and asked angrily: "A young dragon bought you? How can a young dragon fight against elves!"

"What happened to the young dragon?"

Old Torres said loudly: "The young dragon, it is the greatest honor to be the dog of the young dragon!"

Then he lowered his voice, "Satisfied, if you want to be a dog for an adult metal dragon, we also deserve it? And this is not a baby dragon, this is a baby dragon of the metal dragon clan!"

"Do you dare to attack the hatchling of the metal dragon?"

Who dares to do that!

Old Sack wanted to scold his mother, the young dragon who attacked the metal dragon was afraid that he would not be able to beat the mixed doubles of the metal dragon couple, right?

Wait, it seems to understand what old Torres means.

It didn't dare to attack the baby dragons of the metal dragon clan, and the elves didn't care, but they wouldn't attack the baby dragons of the metal dragon clan and confront at least two adult metal dragons just for the sake of hundreds of gnolls.

It's too bad, even if the bones of these hundreds of gnolls are squeezed out, it won't be worth the loss that an adult metal dragon can cause with one breath.

Thinking about it this way, there seems to be nothing wrong with being a dog.

only……

The two gray-haired old gnolls looked at each other and communicated invisible with their eyes.

'you're betting'

'If you don't gamble, you die. Do you gamble or not? '

'Damn it, you have betrayed our ideals! '

'You have dreams when you live, and you are mud when you die. '

'Maybe, you're always right'

'don't be stupid'

The silent exchange came to an end. The old priest shook his head with a wry smile, straightened his robes, and stepped out. After leaving the wolf man far away, he looked up at the young dragon flying in the air, and raised his staff high. .

"Son of Io! Priests of Erythnul will never yield to the weak! Show us your strength!"

The black iron-colored young dragon scanned the ground coldly, opened his mouth, and his voice was as cold as steel.

"Stupid mortal, you are asking for your own death."

The fiery energy condensed in her mouth, and the old priest compared the flying height of the young dragon, and confidently and boldly performed the magic.

A high-speed vibrating sound wave flew towards the young dragon at an extreme speed, but only halfway through the distance, the power contained in the magic spell quietly dissipated.

The sound wave couldn't attack the young dragon, but the breath that fell from the sky directly hit the old priest.At the same time, Dragon, located at an altitude of [-] meters, activated the primer, and the high-explosive armor-piercing projectile passed through a distance of [-] meters in an instant, penetrated the flesh and blood of the old priest, and exploded.

boom!
The old priest was shattered from his hip bone to most of his legs, and this was due to the bullet passing through.

Immediately afterwards, Nesario's breath gave it another set of flame electrotherapy. The old priest who wanted to stand to die finally couldn't support his body, and his arms swayed and fell heavily to the ground.

"Ha, ha, ha ha..."

The old priest tried his best to keep his eyes open, but all he could see in front of him was a double image. He simply changed into a comfortable position, laughed and murmured.

"Is this the power of the dragon? It's really strong..."

The old Torres closed his eyes for a short while, then opened his eyes, walked up to the old priest with expressionless steps.

Hearing the familiar footsteps, the old priest smiled and opened his mouth, but his voice became lower and lower.

"You're right, old Torres, we gnolls are really weak..."

Old Torres watched it silently, without saying a word.

But old Sack was exhausting his last strength, and murmured: "Damn old Torres, you must win the bet! I will watch you from the bottomless abyss. If you lose, I will definitely win the bet!" Tear up your soul and feed it to the hellhound!"

Old Torres took a deep breath and joked, "Don't you believe in the God of Slaughter? Are you going to the Chaos Sea?"

"I believe his ass!"

Old Sack laughed miserably: "I have never killed intelligent life in my whole life. My magic is maintained by envious elves. Why go to the Chaos Sea? To receive God's punishment? It's better to be Ye Nuogu... Hahahaha "

It opened its mouth to spit out a big mouthful of blood, the rise and fall of its chest became weaker and weaker, and soon its breathing stopped.

Old Torres wiped his face, turned his head to look at the silent wolves, and roared hoarsely.

"You've seen it all!"

"This is the fate of being an enemy of the great dragon!"

"Even the priest of the God of Slaughter must die!"

(End of this chapter)

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