Born to be a dragon I'm sorry!

Chapter 24 Decision
Five years later.

Inside the royal palace in Borneo.

"Well, the weather is getting colder and colder, and there is not enough food."

Tolisso showed a look of helplessness, and Italek next to him turned a deaf ear to it, concentrating on a dark purple bead in his hand in a daze.

The troll king had long been used to Molten Iron King's rudeness, and he didn't expect him to answer himself, talking to himself.

"The food accumulated for this war is consumed far faster than the worst budget, and we will go out in person in the near future, and then there will be a large amount of food expenditure...

The only thing to be thankful for is that the wars in these years have been smooth. "

After waiting for a long time and no one responded, Tolisso raised his head, looked at the Gloomy Pearl curiously and asked.

"What is this, why have you been staring at it in a daze recently?"

"I picked it up on the road, it's just an interesting gadget."

"Hey, if you don't want to say it, forget it."

Tolisso curled his lips, and finally dealt with the last onerous task. He took the initiative to smile and hook Italek's shoulder, "Let's go outside together?"

"……what ever."

Putting away the Dark Pearl, the two changed into sackcloth, and slipped out of the palace without being noticed by any of the guards.

Walk the streets of Borneo.

Italek could feel an obvious depression, and Tolisso's expression was no longer relaxed.

Gone are the peddlers who used to be everywhere, the pleasant smell of food in the air, and no troll children running through the streets.

The war continued for more than five years.

Not only did the troll soldiers on the front line suffer heavy casualties, but Zangula, who kept the front line running, also had a hard time.

It was okay to say before that at least the troll has a strong body, and he can go to the nearby forest to find wild fruits to eat when he is hungry.

As long as they don't encounter some extremely dangerous beasts, relying on the troll's natural hard skin and strong resilience, no one will starve to death.

But recently the weather is getting colder every year.

Hula skirts and sackcloths, which used to be indifferent to wearing or not, have now become a necessity among troll civilians, and it is difficult to find wild fruits in the woods to satisfy their hunger.

While no trolls have yet died of starvation, it is only a matter of time before this long-drawn-out war is abandoned in the foreseeable future.

What's more, now there is another wave of food collection...

boom!
A young figure bumped into Tolisso's body, and quickly swam away with his dexterous little hands, but disappointedly did not find any trace of food.

Just as he was about to pull his hand out, he was grabbed tightly by a big hand that protruded suddenly.

"let me go!"

The troll girl screamed, but when she looked up, she saw a familiar and sad face.

At that day's lively war declaration, she had seen this man's heroic and extraordinary inspiring on stage. At that time, she, like others, firmly believed that the other party could lead them to a better life as he claimed. .

But now, everyone has no food to eat, and no longer has the courage and energy to look forward to the future.

Stunned in place, the troll girl obviously recognized Tolisso's identity, and the scene fell into silence for a while.

"Son, I still have some food in my palace, if you like..."

"No! Stay away from me, you tyrant—!!"

The troll girl screamed and struggled desperately.

As if it wasn't an ordinary palm that grabbed her, but red-hot molten iron, the eyes looking at Tolisso were full of hatred and fear.

Tolisso's lips pursed, forcing out as gentle a smile as possible.

"Don't worry, things will get better."

"Well? If you hadn't seized all the food, how could my mother and I couldn't even find stuttering now?!"

The empty streets were filled with only the angry howls of girls.

I don't know how many eyes are hiding behind the door and windows. Those eyes that are also filled with hatred are like sharp arrows, piercing the back of this wise king, making his figure even more hunched.

Hot blood is only temporary.

Even if their own reason tells them that the food conscripted will inevitably be shipped to the front.

But day in and day out, the troll commoners would only see cartloads of abundant food being transported to the palace, and tried their best to imagine how luxurious and lustful Tolisso was living with all these.

Then it formed a cruel and stark contrast with my own half-starved life.

It might be fine for a short time.

But as the war continued and the food shortage grew, Tolisso's image quietly changed among the troll civilians.

A hungry stomach will not tolerate the culprit who caused all this, even if he was once a wise and outstanding leader in everyone's eyes!
Letting the girl flee, Toliso's sad eyes slid across every inch of Borneo.

He finally knew where the uneasiness lingering in his heart these days came from.

"Molten Iron King, which one is more serious for Zangula, the tragic situation of starvation and a doomed dark future?"

"I don't know, Your Majesty, it's not my responsibility."

Facing Tolisso's question after a long silence, Zangula's best blacksmith said coldly in an impersonal tone.

"To make decisions for one's own subjects, even if they don't understand it, to resist crime and hatred on behalf of the entire ethnic group, even if no one is grateful, isn't this the duty of a leader?"

"Hahahahahahahaha, I didn't expect you to have such a profound insight. If you were asked to take this position, maybe you would be more qualified than me."

Toliso smiled bitterly.

In the past, in order to protect unarmed civilians, he didn't even blink his eyes even when facing the most ferocious beasts.

But now, what stands in front of him is precisely the subjects he has been protecting all along!

Hunger is an insatiable beast.

The seeds of doubt were planted in the hearts of every troll commoner, and after a long wait, they finally got their wish and reaped the fruit of shaking.

Is it a famine that is near at hand, or a miserable future where Zangulah will be reduced to rations forever?

Civilians can only see the former, soldiers can only see the latter, and only Tolisso stands between the two, ushering in the inevitable solemn choice!

Right now.

Right now!

The fate of the Zangula troll civilization lies in Tolisso's thought——! !

"Do not hesitate, my subjects."

The brutal king who suffered the most intense controversy in the later generations of Zangula, under the witness of Italek, watched the city he built brick by brick with extremely gentle eyes, and made his own choice.

"The young shoots of the future can enjoy the sun of victory, because it burns on your bones."

Itarek lowered his eyelids, not appreciating this cruel determination.

Three days later.

Zangula No.20 Seventh National Grain Requisition Begins!
(End of this chapter)