Born to be a dragon I'm sorry!

Chapter 30 An Invitation from the Blood Pact Gang

14 years passed by, and Zangula gradually escaped from the shadow of famine.

But there are some more far-reaching things that have not been obliterated by the years, but intensified, quietly growing and spreading under the shadow of the increasingly prosperous Zangula.

"I hope you are ready, this time you will meet the noble person who is second only to the tyrant.

If he joins, the possibility of our plan's success will be greatly improved, we must persuade him to stand on our side! "

"I know."

In the palace in the middle of the night, a figure shrouded in a hood quickly completed a secret signal with the docking person.

Watch the other party leave quickly.

The envoy representing the notorious Blood Pact Gang over the years finally sighed deeply and stepped into the dark and gloomy passage ahead.

Even though he was selected for this drudgery with a dark face, if he made a mistake, he would die suddenly on the spot.

But if you think about the good, if you can recruit successfully, your status in the teacher's mind will definitely be greatly improved!

No guards encountered, no traps encountered.

This theoretically impossible, unobstructed secret passage in the royal palace is of inestimable value, but tonight, the door was opened for the first time for the arrival of Navarro, just for the mission on his shoulders!

After wandering around for an unknown amount of time, Navarro faintly heard the sound of a hammer beating.

The rhythmic sound of forging is the cradle for the birth of soldiers, and the flame is a tool that can be played at will in the hands of that person.

He alone.

Then the energy will continuously provide countless precious magic weapons, easily arm an army to the teeth, and defeat all enemies like a torrent of steel!
It is no exaggeration to say that whoever can obtain the allegiance of the other party is equivalent to obtaining the key to the prosperity of Zan Gula's next era!
The sound of forging is getting closer and closer ahead.

After thinking about the words in his mind for the last time, Navarro pushed open the heavy secret door with both hands, a wave of heat suddenly hit his face, and there was a handsome troll who was looking up at him in surprise in front of the forging table.

"Dear Molten Iron King, I am very glad to see you tonight, and I hope you will not reveal my existence."

Navarro said respectfully.

"I came here to bring you a choice, a door to a new future, and a new world that countless trolls want to create together!"

"...The members of the Blood Pact Gang, I didn't expect you to be able to sneak in here with supernatural powers."

Italek looked at him with a half-smile.

"But do you believe that now I just need to shout, and your head will immediately fall to the ground?"

"Of course I do."

Navarro calmly met the Molten King's sight.

In fact, he was secretly ready to activate the surrogate doll at any time, give up the death order given by his teacher, and then run slippery with oil on the soles of his feet.

nonsense.

It wasn't that old thing who died, so why should I lose my head? !

"You can gain the unreserved trust of that tyrant, and you can control the craftsmanship of forging magic weapons that no blacksmith can imitate so far. What an exaggerated and powerful defender is guarding your door. Just thinking about it makes me scalp Numb.

But I came here today without malice, even if you order me to be killed, it will not help. "

"No malice? Wasn't the rebellion in Huangge City some time ago a masterpiece of yours, as well as the midnight curse killing and arson in the palace earlier, weren't they all from the hands of the Blood Pact Gang?"

"That's nothing more than revenge against the tyrant. The entire Blood Pact gang agrees that you are different from him. Please believe in our sincerity."

Navarro looked at Itarek, and promised with the utmost temptation.

"Even if we don't tell you, you know that the reason why the Blood Pact Gang was born is all because of the famine led by the tyrant.

I was also a voodoo priest who shed blood in the War of Dawn, but when I returned to Borneo, I realized that everything I cherished was destroyed under the leadership of that tyrant!
The Blood Pact Gang is made up of countless dead souls who are as hungry for revenge as I am.

Our only desire is vengeance, but the Blood Pact also respects the heroes of Zangulah, especially your existence.

Magic weapons mean a lot to Zangula!

If you are willing to join the Blood Pact Gang, no, as long as you stand by and watch what happens next, I can promise you on behalf of the Blood Pact Gang that you will definitely have a place on the ships of the New World!
Whether it is wealth or power, or even the clan that really belongs to you, the Blood Pact Gang can help you establish it! "

Italek raised his eyebrows, smelling a breath of stormy wind from the other party's serious expression.

Put down the hammer.

Itarek sat on the bench, lit the tobacco that he had just discovered a few years ago, and took a few puffs.

After the spicy taste spread in his throat, after a moment of aftertaste, two powerful white lines spewed out from his nostrils, and Italek finally spoke again in Navarro's high expectation.

"In your plan, Tolisso will die, right?"

"Naturally so, only that tyrant will not be let go by anyone, this is the basis for the establishment of the Blood Pact Gang!"

"Then we have nothing to talk about."

Navarro frowned imperceptibly, unwilling to give up easily.

"Molten Iron King, why do you insist on standing by that tyrant's side? You can easily go to the entire Zangula territory on your terms, so why should you be tied to him?"

"I need him alive, that's all."

Italek said casually, ignoring Navarro's persuasion.

"I don't care about the grievances between you and him, and I don't care what methods you will take.

But after his mission as king is over, I will give him a more personal mission, as a reward for the countless magical weapons I have forged for Zangula over the years.

For that, I need him alive.

You can try to stand against me and kill him as much as you can, but it will all be in vain. "

"...Then it will be as you wish, Molten Iron King, and pray that the Bone and Blood Guards and attendants entrusted to you can save the tyrant's life from the evil intentions of the Blood Pact Gang."

Even though he was prepared, Navarro still shook his head in disappointment. It seemed that his mission would still end in failure.

"No matter when you change your mind, the Blood Pact Gang can give you a chance to make a new choice."

"Maybe when the time comes, I will give you a chance?"

The voodoo priest stopped talking, tensed the string in his heart, and retreated to the secret passage with all his heart on guard.

However, what made Navarro secretly relieved was that the Molten Iron King, who had clearly stood on the opposite side of them, had no intention of stopping him at all, and even watched him leave with a smile on his face.

It was like facing ants, not caring about the hostility he expressed and racking his brains to protect himself.

Inexplicable.

In the twisted shadow of the Molten King cast by the fire of the furnace, Navarro vaguely saw that some shocking colossus cast an interested gaze on him.

Destroyed and mocking eyes descended.

As if looking forward to the long-awaited plot, I sincerely hope to see a wonderful performance!

However, before the chill emerged, Navarro's sluggish vision was blocked by the gate of the secret passage.

Can't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

It wasn't until he stiffly left the palace that Navarro realized that his back had been drenched in cold sweat at some point, and he was still immersed in the inadvertent coercion.

For no reason.

Navarro felt a little worried about the final plan that everyone in the Blood Pact gang was intensively preparing for.

Toliso's light is too dazzling.

So much so that other people subconsciously forgot about the terrifying shadow behind the troll king...

He is not like other nobles who have tried their best to expand their power over the years.

Instead, he was immersed in the forging platform deep in the palace day after day, year after year. Almost no trolls had seen his figure, far away from the center of the vortex, and out of everyone's sight.

But the traces left by the Molten Iron King horribly penetrated into every aspect of Zanggula, and were even ignored by people as usual.

All magic weapons are created by his hands!

Among the troll blacksmiths, there are voices of sincere admiration for him!

Even in the Battle of the Dawn, they showed their devastating strength at a glance——! !

It seems to be hidden in the dark backside of the Zangula troll civilization. He is usually inconspicuous, but the moment he really realizes his existence, he has been stared at by those indifferent pupils for an unknown amount of time.

Navarro was terrified.

But in addition to the deep fear, there was an unspeakable excitement lingering in his chest.

He never cared about revenge, and joined the Blood Pact Gang only for those deep and mysterious witchcraft knowledge!
What's even better, as far as he knows, his teacher seems to have always had a different interest in the Molten Iron King, but he didn't realize the terrifying nature of the Molten Iron King that he vaguely felt!
Navarro doesn't know who will win when the two face off, but that doesn't stop him from thinking seriously:

At that time, is it possible to secretly pick up wave inheritance?
It doesn't matter who it is, he doesn't dislike it at all!

(End of this chapter)