I just covet their strength

Chapter 36 He understands the Dragon Clan so well
Westhead is not talking nonsense. At this moment and in this situation, directly claiming to be the "Starfury Power" is the only correct answer.

Any other answer would arouse the dragon's suspicion.

Because Lesia is not a true pure-blood dragon in the final analysis, but is very noble in blood. Due to her pure bloodline suppression, Tudor took it for granted that the silver-haired dragon girl was a true dragon directly from the ancestor of the god, but the true dragon was How come he has always maintained his dragonborn form?

And since such a noble true dragon, why are there only two human followers around him? Where are the other dragon minions? !

But if Lesia is a lustful true dragon who likes humans, then all questions will be easily solved. Because she likes this, she will always maintain the dragon-born form, so she will only let humans serve her.

If a true dragon really likes and favors a Starfury, it may even allow the other dragon to enjoy the same status as itself. Although this kind of preferential treatment is more like the love for a pet, it can indeed temporarily surpass an ordinary dragon in status.

All kidding aside, this situation is normal among the Dragon Clan and is nothing unusual.

Except for those dragon descendants who have no dragon status, which giant true dragon does not have dozens or hundreds of star fury powers?

And to be honest, these two humans were indeed quite good-looking, especially the male. He made Tudor feel that all the mortal slaves he had looted pale in comparison. He was so handsome that Tudor almost wanted to pull his dick out of his cloaca.

It's a pity that it has become the star fury power of the high-ranking true dragon, otherwise Tudor would want to snatch it away and punish Hongru.

Not daring to carefully examine Lesia's Star Fury power with too presumptuous eyes, Tudor lowered his gaze and said:
"Okay, human, please tell me the name of the dragon you serve so that I can use the appropriate etiquette."

"listen!"

Westhead cleared his throat and introduced in very orthodox ancient dragon language:

"Standing in front of you is the ancestor of all dragons, the Dragon of the Stars, the Supreme God, the Great Will, the Enlightenment Star, the direct bloodline of the Immortal Lord [Wings of the Star Abyss], the true dragon who has inherited the purest talent of the ancestor of the gods—— Your Highness Lesia!"

".It turned out to be Her Highness Leixia."

Tudor had already made a guess, and now he was just confirming his feeling. After all, the blood flowing from the ancestors of the gods had a throbbing feeling for every dragon that could not be disguised or ignored.

So he immediately folded his wings, bowed his head solemnly, knelt on the ground, and saluted:
"The first-class blood descendant of [Wing of Scorch], Tudor Jiaoyan meets the great ancestor of the gods, the direct blood heir of [Wing of Star Abyss]."

However, after the salute, Tudor also expressed his doubts:
"It's just that I have never heard of Her Highness Leixia's name?"

Westhead immediately scolded:
"How dare you! What are you doubting? Have you been to the Peak of Dragon Will? Have you seen the [Wings of the Abyss]? Oh, a small character like you from a remote village will probably never see a real dragon as noble as Her Highness Leixia in your lifetime. No wonder you doubted it. Let your master identify it. [Scorched Wings], right? Where is he now?"

Being humiliated by Westhead, Tudor felt extremely angry, but when he glanced at Lesia's cold and awe-inspiring eyes, the hot dragon blood in his body seemed to be frozen. He did not dare to make any rebuttal and could only act like an ant. Mortals bow their heads:
"Sir [Scorched Wings]'s palace is quite far away from here. It is on the highest peak on the edge of the Kepar Plain. Now it is too late to ask Mr. [Scorched Wings] to come or to lead the way for His Highness Lesia. Can I Would you please, Your Highness, temporarily move to the nearby High Court while I ask the master for instructions?"

Westhead raised his eyebrows when he heard this, pretended to turn around and exchanged glances with Lesia, and then said:

"Okay, we also need to take a rest. It took a long time to get to this place from the Dragon's Intent Peak. We also had to deal with those damn pursuits and interceptions along the way. Your Highness Lesia needs the best recuperation environment."

"Hunting?!"

Tudor said in shock and anger: "Who?! Who dares to be disrespectful to the noble real dragon! It is really a crime worthy of death!"

"Didn't you already see it?"

Westhead said coldly, glancing at the mangled remains left by Kaplan and other testers.

The giant dragon with a lava shell asked in confusion, "What a bunch of rubbish! Their strength is just OK for humans. Only their armor is a bit interesting. They don't look like rebellious slaves." Westhead snorted, "Of course they are not slaves. Humans who have the courage to swing a knife at a real dragon can only come from one country."

The lava dragon took a breath after hearing this, and immediately realized what Westhead was referring to.

His neck shrank and he whispered:
"You mean the Kingdom of the Sky? Don't they have a non-aggression treaty with our Dragon Clan? They have kept to themselves for hundreds of years. How could this happen?"

“Non-aggression pacts are meant to be broken.”

Westhead said calmly: "There is no need to explain the specific situation to you. You just need to know that we are now in a state of war. Let's go quickly. I can't stay here for a second."

Lesia also spoke in ancient dragon language at this time: "Get down."

".As commanded."

Tudor had no choice but to bow his head and let Westhead and others step on his dragon wings and climb up his back. At this time, the lava dragon no longer cared about the humiliation of having a human slave climb on his back. All he could think about was what Westhead revealed. An explosion of information.

war? What war?
Civil war between dragon clans? No, that level of tearing is not enough to make a noble divine ancestor bloodline escape, and no true dragon dares to attack his direct blood. Even though internal fighting in the dragon clan is extremely frequent, sometimes the fights will be quite bloody, but only This point will never be exceeded.

So it’s a war with the Sky Kingdom?

Yes, the only people who can compete with the dragons in the mortal world are the people of the sky. After hundreds of years of peace and harmony, are they finally going to decide who is the only overlord who can monopolize the supreme sky?
War, war. Can I taste glory and get promoted? Or will I perish like cannon fodder?
Excitement, excitement, fear, doubt, worry, hesitation.
There were thousands of emotions surging in Tudor's heart, but since Lesia showed a clear attitude of rejection, he was just thinking randomly. He shook his head and tried to get rid of these random thoughts. The lava dragon slowly waved The wings, carrying the dragon beasts, rose into the sky and flew towards the tower.

Outside the secret realm, the Holy Tree Palace Square.

"So, just get along like that?"

Seeing Tudor fluttering his wings and leaving, everyone who was trying to see how Mr. Hui covered his lie with sweat dripping from his back was stunned.

"Is this giant dragon *expletive from the empire*? Can such an excuse be fooled?!"

"He is also a majestic dragon. Why does his brain only have this capacity?"

Many spectators failed to see the river of blood they wanted to see, and immediately cursed. However, such superficial people are only a minority. Many of the spectators present are knowledgeable. After knowing the background of the trial, they have already connected the magic network terminal. It was taken out and searched.

It was also through their rapid popularization that the audience knew that Westhead's approach was quite correct and there was nothing wrong with it, and they all suddenly understood.

"Mr. Qinghui seems to know a little too much about dragons."

"Why is he so skilled?"

"It seems that Mr. Qinghui has done a good job in his homework."

Although there is nothing wrong with Westhead's operation if analyzed carefully, there is always something inappropriate.

There is a sense of smoothness that comes naturally and effortlessly.

It felt like it had been rehearsed countless times, and it didn't feel like a sudden leap of faith.

(End of this chapter)