Reborn Red Dragon: Self-discipline Becomes Stronger

　　Gudong~

　　"I, Balur Luvis Arkado Garuru, are willing to surrender to the red dragon Sirin Raymond Gattuso Caesar, and swear to the dragon queen Tiamat with my soul again!"

　　Where did Balur dare to talk more, he hurriedly took off the scales, slapped it on the contract, and read out the contract by the way.

　　The two true dragons signed the pact with Tiamat as a witness.

　　If one party violates the contract, Natiamat will harvest the dragon's soul himself.

　　wow~

　　The contract directly turned into a mass of sparks and dissipated in mid-air.

　　At the same time, Xilin felt that there was an extra piece of text in his mind, which was the content of the contract between the two parties.

　　So does Balur.

　　Compared to Xilin's happiness at that time, Balur is now extremely depressed, and he is finished.

　　"Don't worry, I'll be nice to you."

　　Xilin stretched out his paw and touched Balur's head.

　　This bone-only head didn't feel good at all, but Katrina's head was fine to touch.

　　"Yes... it's the master."

　　Balur bowed his head in resignation, and the real dragon was worse than him.

　　Even if other real dragons surrendered, they all surrendered to an ancient dragon-level real dragon, and he actually surrendered to a red dragon of the same age as himself.

　　However, if Balur was told that Xilin was a three-year-old red dragon, he didn't know how his expression would change.

　　Call ~

　　Xilin's dragon wings slammed lightly, and the surrounding shields all dissipated.

　　"Don't call me master, call me Your Majesty."

　　Xilin almost shuddered when he heard Balur calling his master.

　　It's really bad for a male creature to call him his master, and he's more accustomed to hearing female humans call him that.

　　As for why it is not a female creature, it is because many female creatures in the Western Fantasy Continent are so ugly.

　　"Yes, Your Majesty."

　　Balur shrugged helplessly, and Xilin said what he did, and he signed the contract himself.

　　"How long have you been in the Black Marsh?"

　　Xilin jumped with all his limbs, jumped out of the black swamp and landed on the big boulder in front of him...  

　　After removing the shield, the limbs touched the swamp that made him uncomfortable, smelly and dirty, like a cesspool.

　　I really don't know how the black dragon stayed.

　　"One hundred and fifty-one years, Your Majesty." Balur replied obediently.

　　"One hundred and fifty-one years? So weak?!"

　　Xilin's mouth twitched, one hundred and fifty-one years.

　　It's not enough to pull the crotch with your own strength, even the monster army in the territory is such a rookie.

　　His own Noxus developed in just three or four months, and caught up with the black swamp established by Balur in [-]?

　　Speaking of which, Xilin couldn't believe it, whether it was his own development too fast, or Balur's development too slow.

　　"Yes, yes, how can I compare with you, Your Majesty, you are a star in the sky, and I am just a humble ant."

　　Balur thought that he had surrendered, so he might as well lick this red dragon more. If he licked the other party and was happy, he would tear up the contract and set him free.

　　Thinking of this, the shackles in Balur's heart immediately disappeared.

　　I am not here to lick the red dragon, I am here for freedom.

　　"Where did you learn these words? Men?"

　　After Xilin heard Balur's praise, he was extremely disdainful in front of him.

　　He'd been listening to it so much in Noxus that his ears were getting tired of it.

　　"Uh... yes."

　　Balur smiled a little embarrassedly when he heard the words, after all, as a real dragon, he also got up in praise.

　　Throughout the entire Western Fantasy Continent, which real dragon would lick others, all grew up listening to the licking skills of other monsters.

　　"Learn more from other monsters, and you will praise me, but there is a real possibility that I will let you go." Xilin chuckled to Balur.

　　"Really?!" Balur's eyes widened, could he really be liberated by the red dragon?

　　"Fake." Xilin refused expressionlessly.

　　Balur: (*￣m￣).

Chapter 138

　　Now Balur only feels that there is a word in his heart that he can't say.

　　Xilin smiled slightly inwardly.

　　Will I give Balur freedom?

　　Maybe, but definitely not in the Western Fantasy Continent.If you want him to give Balur freedom, unless you have become a god, you don't need Balur, the mortal dragon.

　　But if he really becomes a god at that time, Balur will definitely beg him not to cancel the contract.

　　After all, being a servant of the true God has great benefits.

　　"Your Majesty... what should we do now?"

　　Balur felt a little melancholy in his heart, not knowing what to do in the future.

　　If you encounter the same kind in the future, there will definitely be a burst of sarcasm from the same kind.

　　"What should I do? Of course, it is to subdue your group of shrimp soldiers and crab generals and join Noxus." West 27 Lin said.

　　This time around the loss to Noxus was a little better, but not much better either.

　　Roughly speaking, the number of dead is one or two thousand, and the number of injured is countless.

　　Soon, the Noxian monsters came to Xilin.

　　"His Majesty!"

　　Mutu limped up.

　　In the battle just now, he was accidentally besieged by dozens of swamp werewolves.

　　After all, two fists are no match for four hands, not to mention that there are more than four hands.

　　After Mutu supported and waited for support, his right leg had been gnawed to reveal the bones.

　　But even so, he did not show any pain in front of Xilin, his face was full of determination.

　　The other leaders were more or less injured, and the only ones who were not injured were Kross and Olina.

　　Cross has the help and protection of the Yalong dog, Orina is the mage casting spells behind, and other monsters block the sword for her at critical moments.

　　In the eyes of Noxian monsters, Orina and His Majesty have a very good relationship, and they must protect them with their lives.

　　"Well, talk about the death toll."

　　Xilin raised his head and glanced at it roughly, and it seemed that a lot of people died.

　　"The Sharpblade Tribe participated in the war with [-] people, and [-] died. [-] lost their mobility and survived. The rest suffered minor injuries, but they can still fight."

　　"The Tortoise Tribe participated in the war for [-], died [-], died with [-] mobility, and had [-] armored dragon turtles intact."

　　As expected of the armored dragon turtle, the body is strong and resistant to beatings, and the mortality rate should be the least.

　　"The Sandworm Tribe participated in the battle for [-], died [-], and the rest were injured. With the extremely fast recovery of the Sand Palms themselves, it won't take long for them to be intact."

　　"The Wolf Tooth Tribe participated in the battle and seven thousand werewolves died, two thousand five hundred and the rest were injured."

　　"More than [-] soldiers died and [-] survived."

　　Originally, when he heard about the sand palm people, Xilin thought that the sand palm people were the race with the highest mortality rate, but he didn't expect to hear about the wolf tooth tribe, this group of werewolves had the most casualties.

　　This is related to the fighting habits of desert werewolves.

　　Desert werewolves are like warrior-type assassins who are better at rushing to the front row to deal lethal damage.

　　This also caused the death and injury of desert werewolves as high as [-].

　　However, the miscellaneous army is also powerful, and the mortality rate is the least.

　　After all, before they joined the motley army, they were still the elites of the monster species, and they were weaker than the four leaders.

　　This can not call them a motley crew.

　　It should be called the elite special forces, all of them are the strong in the race.

　　"Okay, Balur, you monsters in the Black Swamp can still kill so many monsters in Noxus."

　　Xilin didn't know whether to ridicule or scold.

　　Balur broke out in a cold sweat anyway.

　　"This, this... I don't care, Your Majesty, if I know that you are here, I will definitely raise my hand and surrender."

　　Balur was so frightened that he immediately knelt on the ground, not daring to move.

　　This stunned all the monsters around, what is the situation of this black dragon, why is it called your majesty?

　　The expressions of the group of living monsters in the black swamp were even more haunted.

　　What is going on, Your Majesty?

　　"Forgot to mention, from now on, Balur has become my servant of Xilin, and it can be regarded as joining Noxus."