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[Something happened today, only a few people know that my life has lost its color, so I will not update it, everyone will watch it, it is still the story of the legend of the Red Dragon, but I do not subscribe, the subscribed friends join the group and I will send Red envelope compensation. Don’t scold me, I’m in a bad mood these days, I won’t scold people, but I will mute and delete.

Suddenly I realized that I was like a dog. 】

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The little dragon climbed steadily on the throne, it wanted to follow the father’s way to guide the country, but no matter what, it didn’t have that majesty.

It’s too far.

It’s a little sad, a little discouraged.

Without majesty and momentum, how could it be possible to become a king?

It lowered its head and swept its tail randomly.

At this time, it noticed that there was another thing on the throne, a gadget that could be called a work of art.

– Two real dragons stand on the disc made of mithril, with their convergent dragon wings cuddling with each other, and their tails entangled affectionately.

This work of art is almost perfect. The two real dragons are vividly chiseled, and the disc is painted with various exquisite words and patterns.

Of course, the little dragonfly recognized his parents at the first time.

It curiously stretched out its paws and touched it lightly.

The magical aura bloomed like starlight, and the two real dragons spread their wings and circled and danced, and at the same time, virtual illusions and voices came out.

“My child, in danger, don’t hesitate, don’t be afraid.”

“You are a dragon, not an angel.”

“The enemy will fear you and send you treasures.”

“My child, when you encounter difficulties, don’t be sad, don’t be impatient.”

“The hidden dragon is in the abyss, and it will be nine days in the sky.”

“Drive your servants to chop off the heads of your enemies.”

“my child…”

This is also a triggering constant spell “Voice Phantom”, which records a mother’s nagging.

The soft song of the female dragon resounded in the palace.

The baby dragonfly whimpered in excitement at the vision of its parents.

It forgets hunger, forgets sadness, and finally falls asleep.

After an unknown amount of time, the gate of the Onyx Palace opened again, and then closed.

The little dragon waking up, it put the music box into the dragon wing, which is the most precious thing it is now.

It looked up at the door warily.

– A creature came in just now.

But it didn’t move, it remembered the mother’s words, don’t hesitate, don’t be afraid.

The darkness could not block the sight of the real dragon, and the outline of the creature gradually became clear in its eyes.

It was a peculiarly shaped monster, mighty, tall, and very old.

It has only half an ear, an eye, an arm, and a leg.

It uses tentacles wrapped around an axe to make a crutch.

Its fur is brown and messy.

It was wounded all over the body, shocking.

Although its eyes are cloudy, their eyes are still full of spirit.

It has gnoll claws and octopus-like tentacles.

The little dragonfly almost screamed with excitement.

It has seen this guy in his mother’s memory!

It is called Mother Mistress, and it is the servant of the father!

At that time, it was brave and invincible, full of divinity, killing enemies like chopping melons and vegetables.

But now, how did it become like this?

But it doesn’t matter now, hellcastle is not the only dragon that exists.

It can understand what happened in the beginning from the body of this gnoll.

But is the current old servant still the old servant?

The bright red scales of the little dragonfly stood upside down, the minions opened, and a look of vigilance appeared.

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Staring blankly at the newborn dragonfly on the throne, Warwick trembled with excitement.

His cloudy eyes are a little dazed, how many years have passed, one epoch or two epochs?

It’s been so long that he can’t remember.

If it wasn’t for the master who left this single seedling and wanted him to take good care of it, maybe he would have gone to war with the master like that brainless tauren.

How can I still live like this! ?

On this day, he would rather die!

But now, when he saw the new baby dragon on the throne, he suddenly felt that the hardships of these years were all worth it.

This young dragon is obviously still young, but it looks very much like its owner back then.

Warwick was overwhelmed with emotion.

Thinking back countless years ago.

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That year in Huangyangang.

A gang of starving gnolls with shoddy weapons clamored to slay the dragon.

But when the real dragon came, they were frightened.

The gnoll leader wisely surrendered his allegiance to the red dragon.

It said: “Praise you, great master, you are the greatest true dragon in the world, you are the center of heaven and earth, you are the master of the world, with the sun and the moon, with the same life as the stars, the gnoll will always be your most loyal Servant, forever!”

The red dragon agreed, but the majesty of the real dragon was not allowed to be trampled on, so it lost an ear, but there was no resentment in its heart.

Since then, it has become the most ferocious minion under the Red Dragon’s command, the nightmare of the enemy, and it is called “the demon with half an ear”.

Of course it became the confidant of the Red Dragon.

The red dragon once praised him and said, “You are the most vicious wolf I have ever seen!”

This sentence made it remember for a lifetime.

In the days that followed, Half Ear followed the Red Dragon to fight south and north.

It was in danger of dying several times, but its master kept it alive.

The Red Dragon clan conquered the barren Huangyangang,

Defeated the Titans and became the master of Kazarin,

The drow elves and illithids could not stop the advance of the Red Dragon Army, and the Underdark Region was divided into the territory dominated by the Red Dragon.

The glaciers melted, the Winter Mountains fell, the snowfields surrendered to the flames of the red dragon,

The thick fog in the undead realm was dispelled by a legendary spell, and the undead archduke turned into withered bones and fell at the feet of the red dragon, becoming a stepping stone for him to ascend to the throne of the king of the southern border…

Monster, Angel, Demon, Devil, Metal Dragon, Good, Justice, Evil, Neutral?

It’s all **** bullshit!

The mighty King of Southern Borders killed the enemy’s head, killed the blood of hell, killed the gods and dared not go to the realm, and killed the abyss lord with fear.

In this world, the survival of the fittest, only the strength lasts forever.

The days of fighting with the master are the happiest time of the gnoll leader.

Oh no, there’s still time for slapping dragon farts.

The owner likes to hear it flatter.

The owner said: “Warwick’s flattery is pure and unpretentious, and his words are nice, and he is the best licking dog in the world.”

Thinking of the past, Warwick laughed wickedly.

But, never go back.

He smiled and stopped laughing, he grinned as if he was crying.

Silent cry.

He misses the old days.

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In the darkness, the battle axe collided with the slate and made a crisp sound of “dangdang”.

Warwick trembled to the throne, to the dragonfly.

The huge body like a hill suddenly knelt down,

He lowered his fierce and ferocious head towards the young dragon,

He bowed his body to the ground,

He opened his mouth and called “little master”,

He tried hard to keep calm, but the trembling of his voice betrayed the rush in his heart at this time.

“little Master,”

The gnoll took a deep breath and said again.

“Your most loyal servant, Warwick, is always on call.”

The gnoll’s voice was no longer trembling, and it seemed generous and powerful.

His cloudy eyes became sharp again, and his aging body gradually emerged with extraordinary power.

Originally, living was a kind of torture for him, but now he has expectations.

This is the blood of the master!

Looking at the gnoll who bowed his head to it in front of him, the little dragonfly blinked.

It can clearly feel the sadness and joy of the old wolf.

These emotions cannot be faked!

He used to be his father’s servant, but now he is serving himself?

The little dragonfly is very flustered now, it has only just climbed out of the eggshell, but it has to learn to be a king.

But it’s still a child!

What should we do now?

Should I call him up directly or go through the process?

Would it be inappropriate to call directly?

After all, he is his father’s confidant, will he bully him based on his qualifications?

The little dragonfly scratched his head with his claws, his face tangled.

“Cuckoo-”

Hunger came, and its stomach began to growl again.

The little dragon hurriedly covered its face with its claws, feeling that it would be embarrassing to starve in front of the servants.

“Little master, every time His Majesty woke up from a deep sleep, he always asked me to prepare food for him.”

Warwick lowered his head and said seriously without looking at the little dragonfly’s face.

His attitude is very low, just an old servant, a servant is a servant, and it is impossible to become an elder.

The little dragonfly opened its claws and blinked at the old wolf in front of him from the gap.

“I’m hungry,” it said, after a pause, “I want meat.”

Warwick looked up and grinned with hideous fangs, he was laughing.

“Yes, my little master, the future king of the southern border, your most loyal servant is here to take orders.”

He bowed his head and bowed his head again, serious and formal.

Warwick rolled up the Meow Axe with his tentacles, and limped away, the pace of his departure seemed to be much lighter than before.

The little dragonfly jumped off the throne with the music box in his hand. The palace was so big that he wanted to look everywhere.

As a result, I walked for half a circle and found nothing particularly interesting, except for those shiny gems on the wall.

By the way, there are also some beautiful murals, which are about the story of the great red dragon who conquered all the way to become king.

One of them is a distinctive gnoll. It has an axe in its left hand and a wriggling tentacle in its right arm. It must be at the forefront in every battle.

This is my father’s life?

The little dragonfly grew fascinated, until Warwick returned with a few savage boars.

“Warwick, is that gnoll you?” the little dragonling asked, pointing to the mural.

“Yes.”

The gnoll sat on the floor without looking up, burying his head in the fur and filth of the feral boar.

He has seen the contents of the frescoes in the Onyx Palace all his life.

In other words, that was his past, his experience.

To be able to follow the master to the north and south is the honor of Warwick Wolf Fang, and it is not worth showing off.

“You’re amazing,” said the little dragonfly.

“My little master, you will be as powerful as your majesty in the future. You are the future king of the southern border and the leader of the Red Dragon clan.”

While skillfully peeling off the pig’s skin with a meow axe, Warwick answered loudly.

“Eh? The leader of the Red Dragon clan?”

The little dragonfly was stunned for a few seconds and then suddenly became excited.

“There is still the Red Dragon clan now?”

Warwick shook his head, he slaughtered a piece of pig thigh and handed it to the little master, his voice bitter.

“there is none left.”

“What about them?”

“Going to fight with the master.”

“None of them came back?”

“None of them came back.”

“Where did they go?”

“do not know.”

“Where’s the King of Southern Borders?”

“do not know.”

The little dragonfly put the music box under its wings and put it down, with a slightly disappointed expression.

Warwick took a breath, calming down.

Over the years, from his initial incomprehension, to disappointment, to daze, to despair, he has survived.

These questions, he will repeatedly ask himself every day.

But in the end, there is no answer.

He didn’t take part in that battle.

That battle was later known as the “Godfall War”.

In some ways, he, like the little dragonfly, knows nothing, doesn’t know anything.

“Little master, you need to find this answer when you grow up, and only you have the qualification to find the news of the master. You are the descendant of the king of southern borders, you inherited the name of king of southern borders, you are the southern border king. The uncrowned king of Xinjiang!”

Warwick stared at the little master with burning eyes.

The title of the King of Southern Borders means a lot to him, and he naturally puts all his hopes on the little dragon.

“Woo-”

The little dragonfly let out a low roar, the burden of inheriting this name is too heavy, and it doesn’t know if it can do it.

It looked at the big pig’s leg held by its claws, and opened its mouth to spit out the ancient dragon language of the second degree.

“Gunara, God of Darkness, call you Skin! (Burning

There was no magic fluctuation, but the big pig’s leg was suddenly wrapped in flames.

The meat was roasted until soft and golden, the lard made a “chichi” sound, and the palace was gradually filled with the aroma of meat.

Warwick was stunned on the spot, and then an excited smile appeared on the old face.

He hadn’t heard of this unique spellcasting method for a long, long time.

The corners of his mouth trembled slightly with excitement: “My little master, can your eyes see through magic?”

The little dragonfly bit down a large piece of pork and gulped it down. It blinked, a little puzzled, and then shook its head.

Excitement instantly turned to disappointment.

Warwick is the master’s confidant, and he knows what the master’s abilities are.

If the little master inherits the master’s ability, it will grow very fast.

But now, it seems normal.

Yes, just an ordinary red dragon!

Does it mean that hope is in vain?

“I just wanted to eat barbecue, and the dragon language came out of my mind, and then the pork leg ignited by itself.”

The little dragonfly scratched his head and continued.

Hearing this, Warwick’s just dim eyes flashed again.

He slapped himself heavily, he actually suspected that the offspring of the master and mistress would be an ordinary real dragon!

is it possible? !

Warwick laughed excitedly~www.readmtl.com~ The little master is obviously talented!

The little dragon didn’t understand what the old gnoll servant was laughing at. He seemed very happy?

However, it can’t handle that much, it’s just too hungry.

The young dragon kept digging into the pork, eating more and more, and after eating one end after another, it seemed that he could eat it forever.

Warwick was stunned, the little master’s appetite had already exceeded that of a real dragon of the same age, and he seemed to be bigger than his father.

Under Warwick’s gaze, the young body of the wyrmling gradually turned red like a high temperature.

It has flames burning in its body, and fire bursts from the gaps between the scales.

He could see that on the chest of the young dragon, there was a core that radiated infinite high temperature and heat ups and downs…