Even if you become a witch, you have to eat oranges

Even so, Doron still feels that Lord Alton is right and can lead his people better than the outdated patriarch.

The patriarch has been in office for too long, he is over two hundred years old, and he is very disciplined and disciplined in his work.

As a young dragon man, Duolun naturally stood on the leadership side.

This situation continued until the recent arrival of the 'blood disaster'.

Under the leadership of Alton, the members of the hunting team are always able to easily avoid vampire attacks, and their companions regard this as the leader's wisdom and luck.

Duolun felt something was wrong.

During a certain patrol, he accidentally deviated from the scheduled route and bumped into Alton deep in the jungle.

He was holding a weird statue, and a hoarse female voice came from it. Alton was like a subordinate, bending his huge body and listening respectfully.

"Outsiders...witches...obliterate..."

Duolun couldn't believe what he saw. Although he couldn't see clearly what the statue looked like, he could vaguely detect the aura similar to that of the vampires.

Soon after, the hunting team, led by Alton, began to collect large amounts of money in a certain area.

It is said that there is no target, just try to let the dragon people and dragon lizards spread out to search.

Then, upon discovering the witches, Alton began a violent attack.

The clan rules clearly stipulate that no matter whether they are dragons or witches, when facing outsiders, they must notify the clan leader as soon as possible and are not allowed to make their own decisions.

Doron was also a member of the team, and was even sent to deal with the little black-haired girl who could briefly resist the leader.

Before, when he felt something was wrong, he quietly asked someone to notify the clan leader, while he found an excuse to paddle with his companions.

Once the suspicion arose, the image of the leader completely collapsed in his mind, and Duolun began to have frequent contact with the clan leader.

Volume 171: [-]. New Order

After careful exploration, it was confirmed that the patrolling dragon man had left.Elena once again came to the secret prison buried deep underground.

"You're finally here! I'm starving to death!"

The girl with long dark blond hair in the cell shouted that even though she was a prisoner imprisoned in layers of chains, she still had a noble and proud temperament.

The girl's eyes had both beast-like ferocity and child-like innocence at the same time. She shook the chains on her body:

"Give me something to eat!"

"I didn't bring it today."

"...Wow, how could this be possible! I was looking forward to it in vain."

Seeing the blonde girl becoming dejected, Elena couldn't help but complain:

"You should pay more attention to your own situation! Don't think about eating all day long!"

"Anyway, as long as you are here, what's the use of me caring."

The girl tried her best to lean her body to the outside and get in front of Elena.

"Hey - I shouldn't care about you. We have nothing to do with each other. It's better to say that you owe me a favor."

"Hey, let's just owe one more. We'll pay it back together then."

Elena rolled her eyes, and the power of dominance seeped into the dark chain.There were already some cracks in there, and now the destruction continued.

"The dragon people's festival will begin soon."

"Well."

The expression of the bored girl who was blowing bubbles froze, sweat dripped down her face, and there was panic in her tone:

"Why so fast! Are you okay? Hurry up!"

"I'm working on it right now. The material of this chain is so good. I couldn't break it even if I fainted half a year ago."

The girl panicked, whimpering like a child, and said in a tearful tone:

"Help! Wuwu... I don't want to die!"

The pear blossoms with raindrops look quite pitiful... but it completely destroyed her noble and proud temperament, which is really sad.

"I'll hurry up and do it today. I hope it's finished before they come."

"Don't hope! It's a must!"

"Yes Yes Yes."

……

"This ceremony must go smoothly." Scheinshit warned a dragon elder standing aside:

"Go and take the man in prison. Don't be discovered by other tribesmen."

"Yes! Lord Patriarch!"

"After this festival is held, our tribe can continue for another 20 years."

They didn't believe that the invading vampires would stay here for so long and would leave sooner or later.At that time, the dragon people can easily regain the lost territory.

After the dragon clan leader finished his instructions, he began to take out a piece of information to check.

"I didn't expect Alton to be quite honest these days."

"After this festival, the tribe will fully shrink and wait for the 'blood disaster' to end. It would be best if he doesn't cause trouble."

……

Alton was furious.

"That trash!"

Bang!

He was alone in a dilapidated stone house outside the tribe, and angrily smashed a stone bench into pieces.

After making an agreement with the executioner Kona, Alton safely joined the final battle at the altar.

As a result, the altar was successfully recovered here, but the female vampire over there could not be contacted.

He originally expected the other party to come with a large army to attack on the way, but as a result, they all returned to the tribe, and the promised attack still did not arrive.

Scheinshit looks very old, but he has only stayed in the position of clan leader for decades, and has outlived most of the transcendent elders in the same period.

"Who knows how long that old guy can live!"

Scheinshit's prestige in the tribe is too deep, he has won over most of the elders, and his own strength is also extremely strong.

Unless he dies, Alton has no hope of taking power.

This time he returned to the tribe, leaving behind many wounded people, and there was also an elder guarding the lost and recovered altar.

As a result, the vampires never came to attack, so this opportunity was wasted.

Once the dragon tribe is completely sealed and defended, Alton will have no hope. His strength is slightly inferior to that of the tribe leader. He seems to have many supporters, but almost all the elders of the older generation of Transcendents are on the side of the tribe leader.

"The secret treasure hidden in the ancestral hall, the true power of our tribe..."

After becoming a Transcendent and automatically promoted to the top, Alton also learned many secrets within the clan.

For example, the ethnic group has existed for more than a thousand years and has survived several crises.The records vaguely mention a powerful family treasure.

There is also the true power of the dragon people that only the patriarch knows - Alton is convinced that there is a secret in the fire power that allows the patriarch's old body to exert great strength.

Although Scheinshte himself said that it was obtained by studying the secret treasure statue.But Alton didn't feel anything at all from there, so he naturally didn't believe it.

The most critical thing, and what he hates the most, is why the patriarchs of all generations have tampered with advanced methods——

"Transcendent! What kind of transcendent! He must be a disabled person!"

"How could the normal advancement method be to crush the newly generated dragon crystal itself?"

"I'm supposed to be stronger than all the monsters here!"

After coming into contact with the vampires, Alton finally determined this: the advanced method of crushing dragon crystal was wrong, and all their 'transcender' elders were forced to stay in a situation of neither better nor worse.

He should have had more power, a longer life, and a freer life.

All of this was controlled behind the scenes by the patriarchs of the past generations using simple information gaps.

"Besides, the vampires will eventually rule here... I have to prepare early."

"Yes, we will succeed soon."

A voice suddenly sounded beside him. Alton was startled at first, and then he was overjoyed when he discovered the source.

The statue next to him shone with an ominous red light, and it was from here that the voice came.

"Sir...you don't seem to be the one who contacted me?"

Alton noticed something strange. The person who contacted him before was a person who claimed to be the "Executioner Leader".

The will that now descended into the statue, she vaguely felt that it was even more powerful than the previous one.

"You can call me 'Lord', or 'Blood Witch'."

"Yes, Lord 'Lord'!"

Alton was secretly shocked. He knew that the supreme leader of all the invading blood clans was the 'Lord'. He could not imagine that it was this person who contacted him personally.

Looking at the entire four-domain space, the Dragon Tribe only occupies a very small area, but this 'lord' who is about to capture the entire space actually pays attention to this place.

"My subordinate, the executioner Kona, is dead. He was killed by a witch who is now in your tribe."

"Sorry! Sir, I am incompetent."

Alton was extremely frightened on the surface, but secretly angry in his heart: after receiving the order, he went to surround and kill the group of witches, but he did not expect to be quickly stopped by the clan leader.

He also discussed with the previous contact person, but was blocked by the other party saying that he did not have enough troops.

Alton originally targeted the witch after accepting the mission. Since the vampires didn't take her seriously, he naturally didn't bother to make any further efforts - he didn't expect that at this moment, the lord actually came to find her in person.

The statue continued to flash a cold red light:

"Everything else doesn't matter. Among those witches, the red-haired little girl must be eradicated!"

"I will give you more support!"

Volume 172: [-]. Sword and Story

Shortly after sending Elena away, Salia excitedly picked up the old sword and started swinging it.

Although Uncle Duolun often praised her for her talent, appreciation from relatives and praise from outsiders were completely different things.

"Hmph, once the disease is cured, I can go out hunting like my uncle and the others!"

Even if she was just swinging in the air at an imaginary enemy like a child, Salia's swordsmanship looked decent and well-organized.

"Well, it seems there has been progress recently."

At some point, Duolun was leaning against the door, silently watching carefully.

"Of course! I want to become a swordsman!"

"Then you have to work harder..."

Duolun replied casually and began a long silence.

"Uncle Doron, what's wrong?"

Seeing that the other party remained silent, his expression was solemn and tangled.Salia felt a little flustered.

The other person is now his only elder. If even this relative ignores her, Salia doesn't know how she can survive.

Salia knew that although Uncle Doron was an elite member of the hunting team, he was relatively young and still in a period of rapid growth in strength. On the one hand, he had to support her, a loser.

Deep down in her heart, she was deeply afraid that Duolun would consider her a burden and decide to give up on her one day.

"I hope you will go with those foreign witches. Leave here, no, leave this four-domain space."

boom!

Salia felt as if she had been struck by lightning, her whole body was stunned, and her head was in chaos.Only 'get out of here! ' Still echoing in my mind.

"No, no! I don't want to leave!"