I just covet their strength

Chapter 35: Star Fury Power
"Hakimi is Hakimi. Do you have such a Hakimi?"

Westhead smiled and said, but the handsome young man's pretentious and playful smile made the white-blond girl clenched her fists. If the man in front of her was not her clan leader, she would have punched him.

Fortunately, Lesia opened her mouth to cool down Urda in time:
"It's a dragon signal for help."

The silver-haired princess explained, "What Weiss asked me to memorize before was the ancient dragon language. What I just recited was a code for asking for help. They came here just to find the signal for help."

Yurda nodded: "Then why don't you attack us?"

The white-blond girl's questions came to an abrupt end because she saw the eye-catching silver jade-like dragon horns on Lesia's head and suddenly realized:

"I see. Brother, did you make this plan from the beginning?"

"Different situations, different responses, it's just the best solution at the moment."

Westhead said lightly, he has tasted the dungeons of the "Dragon Age" series so many times that he knows how to play them with his eyes closed. As for the process of clearing the evil path, there is nothing more difficult than for the player to create a Dragonborn account. Breaking into the dragon group.

And Lesia is even more special, because she is not just an ordinary dragonborn, and her maneuverability is much larger than in "Poetry of Destiny".

Not far away, the giant dragon with lava scales finally knocked the armored suit open.

The constructed armor is indeed a strategic-level weapon. It has blocked its owner from a long fatal blow. Unfortunately, no matter how hard it resists, it cannot withstand the persistent destruction of the dragon.

After peeling off the energy-deprived armor, the dragon tore into pieces the unconscious war knight without hesitation.

The scene was extremely violent and bloody. Kaplan was roasted over charcoal and then carefully crushed, and tomato sauce was spread evenly on the grass.

After doing all this, the giant dragon turned its attention to Westhead and others.

Then, he raised his huge dragon head and approached step by step.

"Well"

Urda stood nervously in front of Westhead, holding down the hilt of the sword.

However, Westhead reached out and grabbed the girl who was instinctively trying to protect herself. He stood at the front and yelled at the mountain-like dragon:
"You actually responded to the call now, putting my lord in danger. How dare you come here so arrogantly, without even knowing your superiority and inferiority?"

Being scolded by Westhead, the dragon was stunned for a moment, then said angrily:

"I am Tudor Jiaoyan, an executive officer under the command of [Scorching Wings]. I rushed here as soon as I received the signal. How dare you accuse me of dereliction of duty? And when will it be the slave's turn to speak? Where is your master?!"

The giant dragon named Tudor yelled at Westhead in a cold voice, and then looked at Lesia, wanting to taunt a few words about which compatriot was forced into a desperate situation by a few mortals.

But after he saw Lesia's appearance clearly, he immediately fell silent.

The giant dragon that was showing off its power just now was like a kitten with its neck pinched. Its body curled up and even trembled slightly. The dragon's head prostrated on the ground and said in a trembling voice:

"What a noble pure blood! Are you the direct descendant of the God Ancestor? Please forgive me for my slight. I didn't know your Excellency was here."

After burying his head deeply in the soil, Tudor carefully looked at Lesia with his peripheral vision and asked:

"I wonder if I will be lucky enough to know your Majesty's name?"

"How is that giant dragon?! Just kneeling down right now?"

Aragon saw this scene on the projection screen and became furious:

"Isn't it majestic when you kill my knight? Keep going! Tear her to pieces! Trample her to death! Coward! Trash!"

"I see, this is the way to break the impasse? Killing someone with a borrowed knife."

Regent Serivella's eyes were slightly lowered, her green-white fingers rubbed her pretty chin, and she said thoughtfully:

"Using Leixia's dragon blood to disguise themselves as high-level dragon descendants, huh, Lord Qinghui came up with this plan so quickly? Or was it premeditated?" "It's just a ridiculous little trick. This time they can only be considered lucky."

Alegon bit his lower lip and hummed coldly.

Although he repeatedly dismissed Lesia as a bastard and hated her to the extreme, even he had to admit that the silver-haired princess must be the most noble bastard in the world.

Leaving aside the bloodline of the holy descendants of the imperial royal family, the other half of Lesia's dragon blood also comes from a real pure-blood dragon.

If one traces the origin, it can even be regarded as the direct lineage of [Wings of the Star Abyss], which is even more pure-blooded than the pure-blooded True Dragon.

There's really no problem if you use it to show off your power.

"Is it really lucky?"

The regent glanced at the emperor's brother and expressed doubt.

There is still a big difference between the ancient dragon language and today's dragon language. It's not that it can't be learned. It's just that except for scholars who specialize in ancient history, there are very few people who specialize in it, let alone the look of Westhead, even a notebook Ready.

It was as if he knew the content of this trial in advance.

"Mr. Qinghui actually knows the ancient dragon language?"

Seeing this scene in the seat of [Prosperity Branch], Luetan clapped her hands excitedly and stood up from her seat.

"I am very proficient in Ancient Dragon Language. Even if I have studied it for several years, I can only do this. Mr. Qinghui is really diligent and dedicated."

Duke Ying Yan also praised him, but he also raised hidden dangers:
"However, just speaking the language is not enough to hide the truth. In ancient times, the Dragon Clan had many factions, frequent internal fights, and pursued mysticism. If there was a slight mistake, someone would be killed in a moment."

Lord Shadow Flame's worries can easily be thought of by others. Everyone is looking at the projection intently, wanting to see how Westhead plans to deal with it next.

Seeing the dragon trembling in front of her, Lesia was slightly surprised, but in an instant, the silver-haired dragon girl looked at Westhead, nodded in agreement, and stepped back without saying a word.

Lesia doesn't know Cologne, so in order to avoid suspicion, it's better to let Westhead do the negotiation.

"My master is seriously injured and cannot speak, so I am here to speak on his behalf."

"Human, who are you? Are you qualified to represent Your Majesty's will?"

Tudor immediately responded. He was groveling in front of Lesia, but he would never allow a small and humble human being to pretend in front of him.

"And why are there no other attendants around Your Majesty, only you two humans?"

Tudor's soul questioning is not fatal. If he cannot give a reasonable explanation, it will inevitably arouse suspicion. Even if he will not be killed on the spot, it will be difficult to gain trust.

Lesia and Urda couldn't help but become nervous. At this time, they could only hope that Westhead could give a perfect answer.

Westhead raised his head and said proudly:
"Because I am the starfury of the master."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lesia and Urda cast strange looks at him.

However, Tudor didn't feel anything was wrong. Instead, he nodded as he should, pointed at Urda and said:

"What about her? She too."

Westhead looked at Urda, who had a stern face, frowned, and looked at him with a look that said, "If you dare to say that I am also Lesiya's Star Fury, I will fight with you."

Westhead: "She's my Starfury."

Hearing this, Tudor looked at Westhead carefully and made a sound of relief:
“Oh, that’s not surprising.”

(End of this chapter)