I just covet their strength

Chapter 50 How could he be so new?

Westhead led a special air transport force composed of real dragons to sweep back and forth on the territory loyal to the dragon clan, frantically tossing the dragon-born forces in Kepar Plain, using various methods.

When the audience in the square saw what Westhead had done, some were shocked.

Although the Glory Holy Tree Empire is an outright feudal aristocratic political system, everyone here can definitely not be called benevolent and clean.

However, due to the existence of the "Law of Prosperity" established by the [Supreme Holy Tree], every lord must try his best to prosper his own territory.

Therefore, although the gentlemen are aloof, they have a certain bottom line and cannot do anything too extreme.

Anyway, compared to what Westhead was doing at this time, they were too anthropomorphic.

"Newborn."

"Mr. Qinghui seems to be a bit too extreme."

"Why is he so new? He can even think of these methods of abusing the people?"

"Why is Qinghui Guild so skilled?"

"Wait a minute, he won't do the same thing with Qinghui Ling, right?"

"If that's the case, then I understand why the Qinghui Territory fell."

Some people even doubted whether the fall of Qinghui Territory was caused by the actions of Westhead, the "benevolent king".

Fortunately, it has only been a few years since the fall of the Qinghui Territory, and the memory has not blurred so quickly. A little search on the magic network revealed that this is not the case. Although the Qinghui Territory is not the strongest and most powerful in the territory of [Prosperity Branch], It is rich, but it is also a normal province, and there is nothing too outrageous about it.

"I guess he was stimulated."

Luyetan supported her delicate cheek with one hand and said, "I heard that Lord Qinghui was a bit self-destructive before, but after seeing it with my own eyes, I found that it was not the case. His behavior was more like a great enlightenment."

"What do you think, Rozana?"

Yuanxi Palace nodded at the half-elf maid behind him. The plump green-haired beauty put her hands in front of her lower abdomen and lowered her eyes slightly as she said:
"I don't know either. Lord Qinghui may be able to get along well with many people, but it's hard to get close to his heart. No one knows what he's thinking."

"咚咚-"

Duke Ying Yan knocked his cane twice and said:

"It is really rude to inquire about the sworn friend. Yuanxi Palace, please do not mention it again. Now, the most important thing is to observe the actions of Lord Qinghui."

"Okay, okay, old man, don't be so angry. I also value the friendship between [Prosperity Branches], really."

Luetan spread her hands and said:

"Since we want to talk about trials, let's talk about trials - if Qing Hui Gong behaves so randomly, are those dragons really so obedient? Those are their hardcore minions."

If Westhead's "benevolent" demeanor impressed the audience, then the ferocity of the dragons was even more puzzling, as if they had really become Westhead's loyal followers, following the latter's Will kills.

You must know that in the so-called Dragon Catastrophe Era, only a few cities were actually destroyed by the demon dragon himself. Most of the war casualties were caused by the dragon descendants under the demon dragon.

"That's the truth, but the dragons don't care."

"They despise all mortals except their own kind, including dragonborn. To the dragons, they are at most mortals who are pleasing to the eye. Perhaps Scorched Wings cares about the number of slaves in the territory, but as long as someone is responsible, the dragons don't mind satisfying their desire for killing." "Duke Qinghui's actions are almost destroying the war potential of the dragon army on the Kaipal Plain. By then, even if Scorched Wings returns, I'm afraid it will be difficult to organize a legion."

"Is it this kind of self-destruction? Indirectly, it has indeed made great achievements, but it is difficult to say how much this opportunistic method will be recognized by the ancestors."

"I still think it's more appropriate to join the Resistance Army, confront the dragon, and save the people."

Seeing that Westhead played the cards in his hand extremely well, the one who cursed the most was undoubtedly Prince Alagon, and there were many relatives and friends of the tester who were just as unhappy as His Highness.

Because of Lesia's iron-clad slave nature, Westhead also obeyed the will of the silver-haired dragon girl and adopted an attitude of preferring to kill the wrongdoer rather than let go of the trialists who entered the secret realm together. Any trialists who might be hostile would be killed. Kill without mercy.

As for the judgment criteria? Of course, this is the attitude towards Lesia. As long as there is any hostility in the eyes or words, the death sentence will be immediately pronounced.

As we all know, when a silver-haired dragon girl riding a dragon beast and controlling dragon thunder descends from the sky, no orthodoxly educated Imperial person will have a good look.

Even if they don't covet the generous bounty promised by Prince Aragon, their behavior is still very unfriendly.

So if you ask for a hammer, they will all be eliminated.

So when a new trialist appeared on the projection screen near the dragon group, everyone subconsciously thought that a new victim had appeared.

"Wait, is that a knight from the Kingdom of Eternal Mist?"

"We have basically visited all the settlements with a relatively high content of dragonborn on the Kepar Plain. After my brother's governance, if not all of these places were wiped out, they would not be able to recover for at least ten years. After that, It can’t even provide the slightest bit of help to the war.”

Westhead was lying on the dragon beast's broad back, with his arms resting on the back of his head. Listening to Urda's report, the white-blond girl concluded in a complex tone:
"Anyway, your actions have achieved remarkable results. I guess there are no towns on the Kaipal Plain that still support the True Dragon. This is called self-destruction of the base."

"Then we have basically done what we can do. Next we should think about how to moisten the remaining dragons that are following us."

Westhead asked, shaking his raised calves slightly.

"There's about a quarter left. You gathered them together and slowly dispersed them along the way. Why is that?"

Westhead said matter-of-factly: "Because I can't eat in one breath, so even if it's a pity, I can only spread out. And the places they are responsible for are all unfamiliar and bad places, which is enough to delay time."

Suddenly, Lesia, who had been keeping her eyes closed, spoke:

"Weiss, the dragon beast I sent ahead was killed. It was done by the Trialist."

By tapping into her own Dragon God bloodline, Lesia has learned how to issue a brand to lower dragon beasts, which will make the already stupid biological weapons obey orders like arms and fingers, and can also transmit simple signals to the master. .

"Hey, there are still trialists who dare to be around? The message is not conveyed well. In that case, let me come for a while this time."

Westhead sat up excitedly and said.

They don't treat the trialists by immediately commanding the dragons in the group to bite them and turn them into dragon dung. On the contrary, Westhead will always give the other party a chance to challenge their own group. If they can win, they can give them a noble hand and let them go. A way out.

This can be regarded as a rare battle experience accumulated in the trial. Unfortunately, no trialist has been able to defeat Hanging Wall so far.

Whether it is Westhead, Lesia or Urda, after experiencing the promotion of the blood sacrifice ceremony, they have all transformed. Although they are still very immature in terms of combat experience, there is a sense of numerical value and strength from the inside out. The beauty of the mechanism.

(End of this chapter)