I just covet their strength

Chapter 37 Will Win

"If Lord Qinghui and the fourth princess sneak into the Demon Dragon's camp, whether they can complete the mission is another matter. I'm afraid there will be no chance to redeem the reward offered by Prince Alagon."

Some people looked in the direction of Alegon with gloating, observing how this noble royal would look angry and frustrated because of his frustration.

After all, the idea of ​​taking advantage of Lesia's mixed-race identity was indeed a dangerous move, and looking at Westhead's appearance, he was probably too confident to overturn.

The worst possible outcome is to survive this trial safely in the Dragon Tower, and maybe even be able to earn a lot of [merit] by being clever and using the advantageous position of penetrating into the enemy camp.

However, what disappointed the Lezi people was that Prince Alagon did not show much enthusiasm and just watched with cold eyes.

"Relying on the blood of the demon dragon to do trickery is really in line with that bastard's style, but do they think this means they can sit back and relax?"

"I don't believe they can keep having such good luck. It's ok that this stupid dragon was fooled, but as long as the legendary dragon species arrives, everything will be fine."

"Using the Sky Kingdom as a cover? The Sky Kingdom has never had a large-scale war with the Dragon Kingdom! This kind of lie that can be exposed at once cannot withstand the beating!"

Aligon has never hesitated to assume the greatest malice towards his enemies. The more lies he tells, the more lies he has to cover up. He will not be able to hide the truth one day by making up stories, and this secret trial will probably last for a very long time.

Not to mention it involves such a deep lie.

After several hours of cold wind blowing on Tudor's back, the three Westheads arrived at the Dragon Tower that Tudor said.

That is the stronghold established by the Dragon Clan on the earth in imitation of the Dragon Intent Peak, the place of their ancestors.

The arrogant Dragon Clan, who call themselves Heavenly Dragons, will rarely touch the soil themselves. Therefore, even if they rule the world, they will not really mix with mortals. The Dragon Tower they built using resources is the local habitat of the Dragon Clan. .

The tall tower reaching the sky seems to be endless, extending into the clouds. Although it is called a tower, it is by no means a pitiful and slender building in the ordinary concept. On the contrary, the Dragon Tower is extremely majestic and almost vertical. The castle, under the tower is the town where the dragonborn and slaves live.

Each dragon tower is built on a key node of the magic pool, shrouded in an extremely rich magic atmosphere. If necessary, the tower can directly drain the magic power of the magic pool. Compared with the so-called geographical dangers, magic nodes are A battleground for real military strategists.

"Your Highness, please rest for a while in the tower. I have already ordered the servants to obey your orders. I will go immediately to ask [Wings of Anxiety] for instructions. Please forgive me for not being able to accompany you."

After bringing Lesia and others to the tower, Tudor transformed into the dragonborn form. He was a strong man with long black hair, kneeling on one knee in front of the silver-haired dragon girl.

"Then what are you doing here? Why don't you go quickly! This place is really shabby. If you didn't have a mission, why would you come to this rural place?"

Westhead said in a deliberately sharp voice, revealing a strong sense of disgust.

Tudor clenched his fists, forcibly suppressing his rage and humiliation, and glanced at Lesia. The latter was still expressionless and indifferent, just looking at Westhead's side face.

Failure to object means tacit approval.

".yes."

The giant dragon bowed its head in response, and then without wanting to wait for a second longer, it turned around and changed its form. With an angry roar, Tudor jumped into the sky.

After Tudor left, the three turned and walked into the tower.

Although Westhead said that this place is a shabby residence, in fact, as the stronghold of the real dragon, the Dragon Tower has been piled with countless resources and efforts, creating a luxury that is even more luxurious than the Holy Tree Palace. patio.

Or perhaps the Holy Tree Palace was the later imitator.

Around the shiny floor tiles, the golden fence is surrounded by colorful flowers.

In the beautifully decorated courtyard, servants dressed in luxurious clothes shuttled among them. Both men and women were quite handsome. Some were dragonborn and some were humans.

When Lesia and the other three passed by, no matter what they were doing, they would kneel on the ground submissively and never look at the legs of the three of them.

"You! Stand up and lead the way. There should be a room in the tower for the noble dragon."

Westhead pointed at a dragon-born servant at random and said proudly.

"Yes, my lord."

The dragonborn servant immediately responded and led Westhead and the others to the High Court. Although the tower was magnificent, most of the space was used to build the magic pool. The remaining lower part was the High Court where the real dragons and servants lived. Because of this, the rooms were basically suitable for the dragonborn form and were not exaggeratedly large.

After all, low-level dragon beasts that cannot even freely switch forms are not qualified to set foot in the High Garden.

The dragonborn servant took the three of them to a gorgeous palace door and then left. Westhead immediately opened the palace door and entered the extremely spacious room.

The bright red plush carpet is spread on the jade floor tiles, the luxurious chandelier casts a dim and warm light, and the air is filled with refreshing incense.

"Brother's complacent pretense is somewhat exposed to his true feelings."

As soon as she entered the room, and after repeatedly confirming that there was no monitoring equipment, Urda complained freely.

Westhead: "Hey, this is called experiential acting. The most important thing is to have enough confidence. Any slightest hesitation or guilty conscience will be clearly seen by the dragon. To put it bluntly, we are the ones who can be manipulated at will." The one who pinched him to death."

"You all performed very well. You were able to keep your secrets under wraps even though you didn't know the situation. It's commendable."

"I'm really happy to be praised by you. I just prepared for the worst."

Urda sighed and said in a strange tone:

"And you insist. Forget it, just treat it as your bad taste."

The white-blond girl thought for a while, and it was much better to be Westhead's "Starfury Power" than to be Lesia's "Starfury Power", and it was a disguise she could accept.

"What do we do next, Wes?"

Lesia has been observing the movements of the young man with black hair and purple eyes. She has always been so straight to the point:
"Are you going to use this to get out of trouble temporarily, or are you going to keep pretending like this?"

Westhead: "Of course we must make full use of this advantage. If we want to obtain the grace of the ancestors, we must do extraordinary feats."

"But the possibility of us being exposed will be very high. To be honest, although Weiss seems to be confident and familiar, we know almost nothing. We can still deal with it without saying a word, but it cannot always be like this. "

Lesia reminded calmly:
"According to what the giant dragon said, he will summon his master, the [Scorched Wings]. If he becomes an enemy, is Weiss sure?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere in the room became depressing.

[Scorched Wings]. As the name suggests, this is a real dragon with wings. Such real dragons are the backbone of the dragon clan, and each one is undoubtedly a legendary rank.

Legend is the pinnacle of what mortals can imagine. Although it means nothing to the gods, the legendary ones do have the power to destroy the world.

In this secret realm trial, [Scorched Wings] must be the strongest boss that can be encountered. Is it a little bit uh-huh to see the final boss right after entering the trial?

Westhead rubbed his chin and said thoughtfully:

"Given our current situation, it would be a little tricky if we use the legendary dragon species as our opponent."

Lesia lowered her eyes in disappointment: "So, will you lose?"

The handsome young man smiled and said, "I will win."

Westhead picked up the carved porcelain vase on the table. If this exquisite antique were placed in the empire, it would probably be priceless.

He threw it out.

"Clang-"

The porcelain bottle made a crisp cracking sound in the corner.

Westhead slapped the notes in his arms on the desk:
"The legendary dragon is not so terrible that it is invincible. It just requires gradual progress to plan the final victory. First, let's learn!"

(End of this chapter)