The Golden Dragon Will Never Take It For Granted

"Are you similar to the magic of searching memory?"

Ansel asked.

"My lord, do you mean soul searching?"

Sandro replied that the name was not too unexpected for Ansel, and playing with the soul is the strength of the lich.

Ansier nodded, pointed to Marvin lying in the distance, and said with a grin.

"Look at him using the soul search technique. Although this guy has no skills, he may know more about the clans in the underground world than us or even Valk."

As usual, there might be some interesting things in there.

"Understood, my lord."

Although I can't understand why Ans Aier cares so much about such a weak chicken, Ans Aier's order is the direction of Sandro's behavior.

"come over!"

Sandro stretched out his hand and roared in the direction of Marvin. Marvin, who was lying dead, immediately appeared in Sandro's hands, and his neck was tightly pinched by slender and white fingers.

Ansier raised his brows, he could clearly feel a wave of spatial fluctuations just now.

Ansel was familiar with the experience of fighting against space magicians and suffered a loss.

As a lich that has existed for more than a thousand years, Sandro's magic is obviously extensive and unfathomable.

Sandro squeezed Marvin's neck hard, and the black and purple lines spread from his neck to the top of his head.

Marvin opened his white eyes and looked at Sandro's soul flame.

The soul flame is like a real eye, reflecting Marvin's appearance.

The memory image of Marvin gradually appeared in Sandro's mind, and his life in just a few decades was not worth mentioning in Sandro's eyes.

Through the soul imprint, Ansel and Sandro shared Marvin's memory.

This kind of feeling is like sitting in a movie theater and watching a movie on a giant screen, which is completely different from the 360-degree feeling of inheriting memory.

Ans Air even wanted another bucket of popcorn and another Coke.

It's a pity that even the humans in the main world have not invented this kind of thing, and it is even more impossible for the underground world to have it.

Marvin's dog life is very simple. Ans Air can describe it in four words: eat, drink, sleep, and gamble.

Of course, neither Sandro nor Ansair were interested in the breeding system and process of kobolds, so they all skipped it.

In Marvin's vision, there is no shortage of food possessions, and even a variety of them, but the cooking is relatively simple, which is in line with the trend of the underground world.

As for drinking, part of the grain grown by the tauren is used to brew into rough wine, which is supplied to the senior members of each tribe.

Drinking is also one of the few forms of entertainment for the various tribes in the underground world, and Ansel guesses that this is one of the reasons why ordinary kobolds lack food.

Although there is no research on brewing, Ans Air still knows that this is a very food-consuming behavior, not to mention that the brewing equipment in this world is not developed.

However, he obviously guessed wrong.

When Ansair saw that Marvin was an adult, he realized that he was really wrong.

When Marvin became an adult, he was often brought into the arena by his father, a gold-level kobold priest, to the arena to visit warriors from various tribes to duel on the field.

This is the main form of entertainment in the second underground world, even better than the other three, because the most powerful legendary powerhouses have grown old after thousands of years, and reproduction is not their greatest pleasure.

One of the great pleasures of a gladiatorial arena is betting on who will win.

There can be many bets, such as food distributed to each tribe, inherited martial arts, gold and jade jewelry, weapons, magic props, and so on.

In fact, these are not bad, but the other clansmen participating in the gladiatorial fight are more interesting, they are all "voluntary".

Some are for the acquisition of martial arts, but more are for food, and even for those with disabilities in their families not to be exiled.

The reason why these bottom kobolds are so hungry is not because there is not enough food, but because the upper kobolds need food to motivate them to participate in gladiatorial fights.

Only those who voluntarily participate in gladiatorial combat can break out a wonderful battle.

Of course, it would be impossible if every kobold was required to participate in the gladiatorial fight.

Another way to get food is to contribute to the upper kobolds, such as building palaces for Ans El, or...

Ansel looked at the comatose female kobold lying on the side of the road.

Although Sandro's Soul Shock is an area-based skill, he did not attack this poor female kobold.

It's really interesting, is this the world of the jungle?

Ansier whispered in his heart.

As a golden dragon, and a golden dragon with golden fingers, he was born almost standing at the top of the world, always playing the role of a predator of the strong.

The weak eat the strong, as expected, it can only be seen in the eyes of the weak.

Ansel shook his head and sighed.

If it were in a previous life, he might still be filled with righteous indignation.

But he is now a golden dragon, and he is not these weak kobolds, so he is only slightly emotional about this.

"Hmph, humans played the rest of the tricks a thousand years ago, but they picked it up. This group of underground bed bugs is so reluctant to make progress!"

Sandro hates that iron can't become steel. He didn't expect that all his allies were beaten by humans and hidden in the underground world. Fortunately, he didn't learn to learn bad. No wonder there have been so many in the past thousand years Advanced Legendary.

"Don't you also keep so many large pets on the basement floor. Apart from wasting a thousand years of time, it's useless."

Ansier laughed and joked, his mentality was always that of a traveler's prodigal son.

"The boss is bad and bad, to say that, I also provide meat for the other races below!"

Sandro said unconvinced.

"Oh, these are all your business, I'm too lazy to care."

Ans El was noncommittal.

"Then Lord, shall we go back and tell Valk about this matter? This is his territory, and he should take good care of it!"

Sandro asked.

"Not urgent."

Ansel shook his head, a sly smile appeared on his face.

"Let's continue to walk inside and bring a few of them along by the way."

"Take them?"

Sandro looked along Ansel's dragon claw, and he saw two kobold guards who were breathing more and less.

"That's right."

Starlight surged on Ans El's body, and he used "Star Infusion".

A burst of starlight shot from him, dividing into three.

The two fell on the kobold guards to heal their wounds, but the wounds to the soul are more troublesome.

Another part fell on the female kobold on the side of the road, and she suffered some trauma while resisting.

Ansier didn't want to care about her at first, but after all, he is a good dragon, and Quan should do good deeds every day.

"go!"