The Golden Dragon Will Never Take It For Granted

Ansel was lying on the ground observing these kobolds, and they were really busy looking like little ants.

His body is really too huge, and these puppy headmen don't know how long it takes to walk from the front of Ansel's head to the back of the tail.

For them, building a palace for Ansel is definitely a huge project.

Fortunately, there is magic and fighting spirit in this world. Those kobolds with higher status not only played the role of command, but more importantly, they accelerated the progress of construction.

These kobolds were very careful when they walked beside Ansel, and their hearts kept beating violently.

Ans El's initial actions gave them a huge impact. Without the **** of kobolds in their minds, this giant beast would undoubtedly destroy the entire kobold tribe.

This is the oppressive force that Anselm brings to them.

Another characteristic of its huge size is that it is extremely heavy. When Ansel moved his body casually, the ground kept shaking, and the weak kobold couldn't even stand up, not to mention the construction of the palace.

No way, the gold-level kobold priests can only find a way to describe the magic circle to maintain the stability of the ground.

They are all respected beings in their own tribe, but in front of Ansel, they are a group of coolies.

In these traditional tribes, only those who have power can have status.

Valk undoubtedly has the supreme status of the entire second basement floor, but he usually doesn't like to take care of such trivial matters.

"Your Excellency Ansair, please come to my study to continue your creation."

Valcke took off his hat and bowed, his voice elegant and sincere.

Ansel didn't bother to embarrass these poor kobolds, he used his natural magic to transform into Osmond's appearance.

No way, that kid Jean is really too weak, and Ansel feels very uncomfortable.

The other kobolds only felt the pressure around them lightened, and the gray-brown giant beast turned into a golden, splendid, muscular dragon.

Ans El fluttered his strong wings and flew from the ground, Osmond's body made Ans El feel much more comfortable.

"You don't need to enter the study room. I don't need to learn from your books anyway. I can just find a place to write."

Ansier said indifferently, he is a wave dragon, and he does not have much pursuit of the so-called beautiful palace.

Of course, if he could build beautiful palaces for him all over the world, he would not be unacceptable.

"That's fine. I happen to have some things to deal with recently. Your Excellency Ansair, please do it yourself."

Valk said politely.

Ans El can probably guess what Valk is supposed to deal with, after all, Sandro followed him out of the basement.

He thought about it for a while, and called out to Valck.

"If you send a kobold to the basement floor and find a goblin much bigger than usual, please don't do anything to him, he is one of my family members."

Although he has been separated from Sandy for many days, Anseier knows that Sandy is still alive and doing well with the voices from his soul imprint from time to time.

"I'll call their attention."

Walker paused and agreed.

When Valk flew away, Sandro, who had been quiet all along, suddenly burst into tears.

"My lord, you actually have goblins outside, I'm so sad!"

Seeing the flames of Sandro's soul dripping down continuously, the numb cry made Ansair's face turn black.

"Why are you crying, I didn't abandon you. Besides, you should be an outsider in the order of first come, first come. No, what am I talking about..."

Ansier covered his forehead with his dragon claws and said speechlessly.

"Okay, okay, don't cry, I have other things that you need to do with me."

Ans El glanced at the kobold under him and said.

When Sandro heard the words, he recovered instantly, because Ansel didn't want to write a novel in one go, but decided to take Sandro to other places.

"My lord, please do your best to instruct me, even if it is to break into the undead empire or enter the abyss of the devil, I will not refuse."

Sandro said firmly.

These two places are famous dangerous places in the world, even if the demigods enter rashly, it is a near-death experience.

Of course, Sandro said this because there are no two places in the underground world.

Ansel guessed his thoughtful thoughts at once, but he just said helplessly.

"Come on, it's not so troublesome, I just want you to cast some magic, so that other kobolds look like kobolds when they look at us."

The reason why Ansair stayed on the second underground floor for a while was not only for the gold coins for writing, but also to observe the lives of these races in the underground world and have some fun.

After all, after leaving the underground world and returning to the main world, it is not easy to come here again.

Although Ansel didn't want to keep his dragon form, it was too conspicuous.

However, he is not very willing to use the natural magic charm to become a kobold. After all, from the perspective of the dragon's mentality, these races really have nothing to praise.

"I understand my lord, I will use illusion magic."

Sandro chanted a spell, and a wave of magic enveloped him and Ansel.

Ans El saw that both himself and Sandro remained the same. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

"Is that enough?"

Ans El's knowledge of magic is not deep, and he still stays at the first-level magic.

"Yes, my king, now only I can appreciate your perfect physique!"

Sandro said to Ansier with a maddened look on his face.

Although I couldn't see Sandro's face, the smell of **** was too strong.

Ans El nodded. In terms of magic, he felt that Sandro could be trusted.

He didn't choose to go back to the place where the kobolds built the palace, because there were too many overseers there, and it would be a little troublesome to mistake them for ordinary kobolds.

Although it is very refreshing to pretend to be slapped in the face, Anse Er does not want to fish for law enforcement.

He took Sandro and flew straight towards the place where the kobold tribe gathered, he landed on a grass, and walked over.

Most of the kobolds live in log cabins, only the size of a house.

These cabins are relatively dilapidated, and have been washed by the rain.

Walking in between, Ans El felt that he had come to a place similar to a slum, where the kobolds were obviously malnourished, with black faces and thin muscles.

These kobolds all looked at Ans El in shock.

Ans El thought that there was something wrong with Sandro's illusion magic, so he asked with a frown.

"How is this going?"

Sandro twitched for a while before answering reluctantly.

"My king, maybe you are too big now, and you walk like a fly in the eyes of these kobolds."

Only then did Ans El realize the problem. For these kobolds, Osmond's size was already the size of a giant.