Born to be a dragon I'm sorry!

Chapter 25 Battle of Dawn!
The steel helmet was placed upside down in the bonfire, which was filled with clear water early on, and several potato-like crops could be seen tumbling in the boiling water.

No matter how you look at it, it's shabby.

"I don't know what's wrong with Borneo. The food shipped recently is not only less and less, but also tastes bad."

Sharupa stabbed the steel helmet twice with a wooden stick, expressing his dissatisfaction in bits and pieces.

Castal didn't raise his head, and was fascinated by holding a thick book and flipping through it. If he got closer, he could still hear the intrusive murmurs coming out of his mouth.

"Hey, why are you so fascinated by watching alone? Why don't you practice with me if you have that kind of skill, so that you won't be helpless if you are forced to fight in close quarters."

"This is the latest encyclopedia of witchcraft compiled by the King of Poison Swamp, what a fart you know!"

Castel glared at Sharupa, who hurriedly raised his hand in surrender.

The Poison Swamp King is another newborn nobleman born in addition to the "Iron Spear King" of Augustus during the five years of war, and he is also the first troll who became a nobleman as a voodoo priest.

With Augustus' current status, he naturally no longer served as the captain of Sharupa and Castel.

Instead, he led an army of 800 trolls alone, gearing up to prepare to shine on tomorrow's battlefield!

After all, if there are no accidents, tomorrow's war will completely wipe out all Soul Eaters, and from then on, all trolls in Zangula will usher in a new and bright future!

Thinking of such a scene, Sharupa couldn't sleep because of tossing and turning.

"Castal, what are you going to do when the war is over?"

"Eat, sleep, see my daughter, and then do things with your wife that you never hoped to do in your life."

"You fucking..."

Xia Lupa broke the defense, facing the dazzling brilliance of the winner in life, tears flowed down without disappointment.

Why does even this guy with a Sima face every day have such a thing as a wife, bastard? !

"Stop howling, I feel ashamed even after seeing this embarrassing appearance."

Castal's tone of disgust and disdain was as usual, but after fighting side by side so many times, Sharupa was no longer as resentful as when he first met.

"What about you, what are you going to do after you finish this battle?"

"I, I guess I should spend time with my mother."

Shalupa scratched his head, and smiled softly and honestly in the night, the smile on his face was nostalgic and yearning.

"My mother, unlike other female trolls, raised me until I was an adult.

I was always in poor health when I was a child, and my mother took me up the mountain to find medicinal materials with a bamboo basket on her back. If it wasn't for her, I might have died of illness somewhere. "

"Good."

"Yeah, it's good. It would be even better if I could survive to see her again."

"Idiot! All sixteen of our nobles are going to fight, and His Majesty Tolisso, who is wise and mighty, is leading the army himself. We will never fail in this battle!"

The voice is confident and proud.

But Sharupa didn't say it, and Castal didn't say it either.

They didn't doubt whether Zangula could win, but they knew the cruelty of the battlefield well, and could they survive such a battlefield like a mayfly?

Tonight, countless troll warriors had a sleepless night, imagining to their heart's content the world without the Soul Eater, gearing up to sharpen their already sharp weapons.

Then, under their gaze, which contains tension, anticipation, excitement, and fear.

The first ray of sun in the sky rises.

.........

"In the past days, we have achieved unprecedented achievements, thousands of Soul Eaters were wiped out in front of Zangula's sharp blade.

And now, we are only one step away from the final success! ! "

Tolisso, who was personally conquered by the royal driver, held up the blood slaughter blade.

Even at this time, the frightening and flickering weapon was still continuously giving back to Tolisso the power derived from the dragon's blood, urging him to kill with unbearable hunger and thirst.

Due to the change of dragon's blood, the troll king, whose physique is much stronger than ordinary trolls, swept across the dark army below with his majestic gaze.

Xiliu King, Red Blade King, Fierce Barbarian King, Poison Swamp King, Iron Spear King...

Even Unamuno, who has been diligently serving as the prime minister, and the Molten Iron King, who has long been regarded as the top priority, are on the battlefield at this moment, adding fuel to the future of Zangula !

Unstoppable boldness and solemnity piled up in his chest, making Tolisso's speech even more impassioned.

And just looking at the trolls below who have experienced many battles clenched their weapons, their faces turned red with excitement, and they wanted to roar loudly, you know that Tolisso's speech before the battle has a very good effect.

"Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie, do you need my protection service, respected Molten Iron King?"

An old woman among the trolls stood next to Italek at some point, and let out a strange laugh.

A dirty dark green cloak was supported by the back bent almost like an arch bridge, on which mold and moss could still be seen growing on the surface, and a pair of cloudy eyes looked at Itarek full of greed and covetousness.

"You just need to nod, old body, even if I don't want this bone, I will definitely protect you well.

Of course, this requires a small price, such as... How can magic be integrated into the flame? "

The Poison Swamp King stared at the other party.

She didn't care about Zangula, she didn't care about Soul Eater, she didn't even care about this war.

The reason why he became an aristocrat was just to get a glimpse of the mysteries of magic weapons by chance, and desperately wanted to get closer to the Molten Iron King, wishing to open his mind to see what kind of wonderful knowledge it contained !
Forge weapons with magical fire?
No no no, that would be too wasteful!

If she can master this kind of power, the fire witchcraft that she is already specialized in will surely reach a level that no one has ever seen before, and no one will come after.

And she, King of the Poison Swamp, will also become the next Zandalari, and even the king of all trolls in this world!
"No need, get out."

Italek glanced at this ambitious guy blankly, but such a setback obviously couldn't make the Poison Swamp King give up.

To be honest, if it wasn't for some self-knowledge, the Poison Swamp King might even have used sex to lure him.

And Itarek was also annoyed by the other party's stalking words like flies, but he couldn't slap her to death with a backhand right now.

I can only think silently in the strong disgust and dislike, what kind of reason will I find in the war later, so that the Poison Swamp King can accidentally close that damned mouth forever!
Swing the hammer.

Itarek blocked the noisy dog ​​barking in his ears, and gradually began to look forward to the next warm-up.

After this battle is over, it won't be long before he leaves.

Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, more than 100 years have been spent here, longer than the time I stayed in the dragon's nest.

In Italek's absent mind, Tolisso's last agitation in front of the stand has ended.

Raise the blood slaughter blade.

With the slaughter of everything, but also to break the unshakable momentum of the sad fate of the Zangula troll being reduced to rations.

Tolisso was facing forward, and due to the appearance of many lives, the group of soul eaters who consciously gathered together like a black cloud over a city, let the blood in their bodies roar loudly!

"The dawn of Zangula is just around the corner, charge with me—!!"

(End of this chapter)