Atlant Continent South, Lothern Kingdom, the Royal Palace.
"Gordon, something has irritated you again."
Princess Elina, wearing a gold and white crown and a moon-white dress, opened the door and saw Fat Iron Dragon, who was rolling around and exercising uncharacteristically.
"How can a noble dragon rely on external objects? I at least want to be able to fly by myself."
Gordon recalled Red Iron Dragon's body shape and posture that made him envious and longed for him, and slowly turned over again. His huge and heavy body pressed the ground so hard that the magic runes even lit up.
"You are so chubby and cute. There is no need to lose weight deliberately."
Princess Elina stepped forward, patted Iron Dragon's plump belly and said.
In her eyes, a normal dragon looks a bit ferocious, but Iron Dragon Gordon looks just right now, looking very harmless and cute.
"Okay."
Gordon felt the soreness in his body, and after hearing Elina's words, he fell to the ground in frustration.
"My mission is to please Elina and make her happy. She likes me the way I am now, so I have to continue to maintain it. Yes, I am working hard for the sacred and glorious Dragonkin career. It is not that I have no determination to lose weight."
He thought secretly in his heart.
Elina leaned on Iron Dragon skillfully, feeling the cold touch of Iron Dragon's scales like metal, and quietly read a magic book.
Gordon assumed the role of sitting on the chair and did not disturb the princess.
However, it didn't take long for Iron Dragon Gordon to find that the princess was absent-minded and subconsciously tore a corner of the magic book.
"Elina, are you worried?"
Iron Dragon felt the princess' anxiety and asked thoughtfully.
"The kingdom is in a period of turmoil. I want to do my part for Lothern, but I am protected like a porcelain doll."
Elina stretched out his palm, and with just a whisper, scalding flames ignited.
"The people may think that I am a weak princess who is powerless and needs protection."
"But this is not actually the case. The blood of the great Saint King flows in my body. I am an advanced Spellcaster, proficient in the Evocation that represents destruction and destruction."
"The magic I construct can end small-scale conflicts and wars in an instant, allowing soldiers to shed less blood."
She turned her hand to extinguish the magic flame and murmured, "But, what's the use? I am still treated as a vase, like a canary cherished by my father, who is reluctant to let go of a feather from me."
My innocent princess.
When you go to the battlefield and see the broken bodies on the ground, rivers of blood, and hear the fighting rising to the sky and thousands of people wailing, you will probably tremble all over, find it difficult to concentrate, and you will not be able to construct a single spell.
Gordon thought so in his heart, but didn't say anything, just listened quietly.
He knows very well that Elina needs someone to listen to now.
And when Elina finished talking and his mood improved, Gordon was silent for a moment and suddenly asked, "Elina, if you don't need to show up in person, but with your support, your kingdom's soldiers can reduce the bloodshed and attack other enemy countries. Are you willing to pay the price for this?"
"Of course."
The princess said firmly without any hesitation.
Immediately, she stared at Iron Dragon and said, "Why do you ask this suddenly? Do you have a good idea?"
Thinking of Red Iron Dragon's explanation, Gordon smiled dryly, "It was just a casual question."
The fat on the cheeks concealed the changes in Iron Dragon's expression.
Elina didn't think much, just flew up lightly with a wave of spells, then lay on Iron Dragon's cold and generous back, and looked up to read the magic book again.
Borderlands, Northeast, Ten-Thousand Snake Marsh.
The sunlight that can illuminate Dragon Valley and shine on Garos cannot penetrate the strong miasma here and the dense woods rooted in the swamp.
Just from the periphery, there is a dark and unpleasant cold smell blowing towards the face, making people feel dangerous and deadly.
Fortunately, Iron Dragon Sorog is not a weak human being, so when he crushed a few dead branches with his sharp claws and landed on the outskirts of the swamp, he slowly approached with a steady and calm pace.
"Dragon, stop! Ahead is the territory of the Venomtail Tribe."
Following a rustling sound, pairs of vertical, cold snake eyes lit up from the dark swamp.
Snake-man The guard clenched his sword tightly, Warlock Shaman's bone staff was wrapped around Magic Energy, and the spell was about to be triggered.
Hissing, hissing, hoarse hissing sounds kept whispering, and during the confrontation between Snake-man and Iron Dragon, the atmosphere suddenly became tense.
Sorog is no longer what it used to be. He did not get angry because of Snake-man's presumption. Instead, he stopped, stayed where he was, and said calmly, "Inform your leader, Iron King from the Molten Iron Tribe, is here to visit."
His voice was like wrought iron striking each other, with the unique richness of Dragonkin.
"Please wait."
The leader Snake-man Shaman's eyes flickered and his bone staff tapped the ground gently.
In an instant, a translucent little snake got into the swamp and swam backwards very quickly.
Soon after, the little snake turned back and got into Snake-man Shaman's ear.
"The leader said, Venomtail Tribe welcomes the dragon who comes with good intentions, please come with me."
Iron Dragon looked as usual. Under the leadership of several guards, he walked into Snake-man's base camp alone with a steady and vigorous pace.
Inside the hollow snake skull.
Seven Snake-man elders are entrenched on seats carved from stone, including men and women. The leader Snake-man, who is on the main seat, is a female with an extremely beautiful face and seductive eyes.
Her skin is delicate and white as snow, almost glowing against the dark swamp.
Her lower body is exceptionally slender, and her snake tail is over ten meters long. Its surface is covered with delicate, smooth, emerald-like light green snake scales.
The most special thing is.
There are six arms on her humanoid upper body. The arms are long and slender, but the well-proportioned muscle stretches reveal extraordinary strength.
Six-Armed Snake-man--the advanced variant in Snake-man.
There are different opinions on the origin of Snake-man, but there are two main ones that are widely recognized. One is the evil heir left behind when Six-Armed Serpent Demon of Abyss invaded Material Plane, and the other is "Land Naga" which gradually evolved after Deep-Sea Naga came ashore.
But no matter which one it is.
The number of arms means strength and nobility.
If it is a descendant of the snake demon, then the six arms means the return of demon blood to the ancestors. If it is a Naga, the six arms means that it has been favored and favored by Deity.
And the moment I saw Six-Armed Snake Woman.
Iron Dragon was slightly startled at first, and then his eyes swept over Snake Woman's slender tail, emerald-like scales, flat and smooth abdomen, and human-like beautiful upper body. He felt that there was an unknown fire in his lower abdomen, and his body became slightly hot.
Sorog is not very interested in the Dragonkin female.
He likes females that have both human and Beast characteristics.
He was very interested in Six-Armed Snake Woman, who had scales and tails, beautiful features, and a strong and powerful aura.
Huh--Iron Dragon Take a deep breath, suppress your desires, and calm yourself down.
He has business to do here, and he can't let his desires lead to bad things.
Moreover, the Six-Armed Snake Woman in front of him is obviously the leader of the Venomtail Tribe. Although his posture is lazy and casual, it makes Iron Dragon instinctively feel dangerous. There is a high probability that he will not be his opponent.
"Iron dragon, welcome to you."
Six-Armed Snake Woman, who was occupying the main seat, said lazily, "I am the contemporary leader of Naris--Venomtail Tribe."
Three pairs of arms were gathered on Snake Woman's chest like overlapping petals. She looked at Iron Dragon and said with a half-smile, "Venomtail Tribe's quagmire cannot accommodate the expansion of the dragon's wings. Please remember to restrain yourself."
These words were thorny, but Snake Woman's expression was very calm.
However, from her calm and lazy face, Psionicist Dragon felt nervous and wary. Obviously, Snake Woman Naris's true emotions were not as calm as she appeared.
"Very good. For things like negotiation, the best goal is to be a creature that knows how to fear. Brainless barbarians can only rely on their claws to speak."
Iron Dragon thought to himself and grinned.
Even when surrounded by snakes, Iron Dragon did not shrink its wings in fear.
On the contrary, he fully unfolded a pair of dragon wings provocatively. The huge and hard dragon wings broke two swamp trees in half, and they fell into the swamp, splashing turbid water.
The atmosphere instantly became frozen and dead.
Snake-man's pupils stared coldly at Iron Dragon, as if they would swarm him in the next second, entangle him and tear him to pieces.