The Golden Dragon Will Never Take It For Granted

Walking into the council room again, Ansair saw that all the gold-level powerhouses and DeWitt had been waiting for a long time.

"Oh, I'm so sorry to make so many of you wait for me."

Ansier sat down and said carelessly that he had no guilt at all, but no one dared to object, and DeWitt just frowned and said nothing.

Ansair glanced at the male lion, this time the guy didn't dodge in panic, a smile that was even uglier than crying appeared on his face full of flesh.

Last night, the male lion came to Ans El to plead guilty with the unbeautiful woman's head, and brought Ans El a lot of gold coins to ask him to let the male lion adventure group go.

Seeing that the lion is so sensible, Ansi Er did not kill him.

After all, he has achieved gold-level strength. Of course, this lion is not only relying on his own talent and opportunities, but more importantly, he must have the eyesight to judge the situation.

Only by living can there be hope to become strong.

However, there is another reason why Anseir let go of the Lions Adventure Group.

After the war, he was going to leave the small country of Manopura, but the three Erviks would definitely not be able to go with him.

So he ordered the Lions Adventure Group to help the three little ones, and the most important thing is to pay for them to study at the academy.

If you can save a little bit, you need to save a little bit of money. Ans El is a good dragon who is diligent and thrifty.

"Okay, since you're here, let's get down to business."

DeWitt said.

"So what's the important thing, you have to let me participate in this kind of boring meeting. I am a free adventurer, and it would be good to help you fight Manopura, and if you have any additional orders, you have to add money!"

Ansair directly put forward his needs. If DeWitt was not prepared to give him gold coins, it would be a waste of time to come to this kind of meeting.

Might as well make fun of Ervik and the others.

Three words are inseparable from money!

DeWitt's eyes were bandaged, but everyone present could feel his anger.

He doesn't know why Ans Air likes gold coins so much. With Ans Air's strength, what's more important is not to exchange for some legendary treasures, or accept the advice of the strong to break through the legendary level.

Ansel's needs were simply too simplistic.

Packing up the anger in his heart, DeWitt said: "If you can accept the challenge of King Casilda and try to delay the time, I can give you a hundred thousand battle credits."

DeWitt received a challenge letter from King Casilda early in the morning, specifying that he should challenge the gold-level warrior who wounded the legendary assassin, otherwise he would continue to attack the city.

Although he had a small victory over the Kingdom of Casilda before, Dewitt could hardly use his domain skills now, and his role on the battlefield was greatly reduced.

Although Ans Air's individual strength is extraordinary, he cannot play the role of dominating the battlefield without a domain. When the city is broken, everyone can only flee in all directions.

"Only 100,000 military exploits? I'm facing a legendary powerhouse in its heyday, not a seriously injured assassin. No, no, I have to pay more!"

Ansair immediately shook his head.

A mere legendary warrior is not worth mentioning, but the memory of the dragon's inheritance tells him that it is only by showing weakness at this time that he can make a fortune.

"You don't need to beat him, you just need to hold off for a while."

DeWitt Road.

"How long is a period of time, a minute is also a period of time, and a day is also a period of time. How can I, a little gold-level warrior, hold back a legendary powerhouse for a whole day."

Ansel defended.

Dewitt gritted his teeth. He had already received a letter from the king, and he already had legendary combat power that was about to support the front line and would soon be able to defeat the enemy, but the king strongly told him in the letter that he could not tell others about it.

"Okay, how much military merit do you want to add?"

"Combat merits, who asks you for war exploits? I said that I want money, golden coins!"

Ansel emphasized.

Of course he knew that if DeWitt could charge such a sky-high price that it would deplete the national treasury, he would definitely make a fool of himself.

At that time, he will have a legitimate reason to fight back and wash the entire treasury.

"I have no gold coins on me!"

DeWitt finally couldn't stand Ansel's rude confrontation, and stood up and slammed the ceremonial table violently.

But Ansier didn't panic at all when he saw this, and said without backing down: "If you don't have you, you can ask other people here to help you out, 150,000 gold coins, not a single one!"

DeWitt couldn't say anything about Ansair, and at the same time he thought it was a good opportunity. Anyway, Ansair's last money would fall back into his storage ring, and he could also make a fortune for adventurers and nobles.

Thinking like this, DeWitt sat on the chair calmly but with an irresistible sense of oppression: "If that's the case, then please help our country to pay the remuneration of Lord Ansair first, and return to the war after the war. Palace, I will repay everyone in the form of military exploits."

Before there is any harvest, the money must be paid first, and the adventurers present looked at each other, some reluctant.

But the legendary powerhouse is close at hand, and the military exploits can be exchanged for more important treasures, which are far more widely used than gold coins.

After careful consideration, everyone still took out their own wealth.

It's a pity that the amount that Ansair asked for is really too large. All the gold-level powerhouses present were hollowed out to collect 50,000 gold coins, and the rest can only be recorded as military exploits.

Ansier looked at these poor people in the council hall with a pity, but he knew that insisting was useless, and he would accept it as soon as he saw it.

......

Ansel stood in front of the city gate, holding a sword with four magic runes in his hand.

Although Devitt wanted Ansair to die directly in the battle, there was no one on Manopura's side who could contain King Casilda, and he had to ensure that Ansair could drag the reinforcements to arrive.

Anselda looked at the fully-armed King Casilda in front of him, wearing a ring exuding a divine breath on his finger, which King Casilda did not have before.

"I didn't expect you to really dare to fight, just rely on your little gold-level strength."

King Casilda looked at Ans El with disdain.

Fortunately, Ans El predicted his actions in advance, and pointed his nostrils directly at him, revealing the arrogance that a dragon should have.

"Hey, the dignified king of a country has this little strength. Legends can't win my gold. If I say it, I will make other legendary powerhouses laugh to death. I will give you a title, 'the weakest legend in history'."

"you!"

King Casilda glared at Ans El, who was extremely talented since he was a child, and this was the first time someone looked down on his strength.

"Suffer to death!"

He drew out his long sword and slashed at Ans El.

Ansier immediately burst out with a golden vindictive aura to cover up the purple-black aura on the long sword.

With the bonus of "Soul-Draining Thrash", the random strike in the form of Ans El has the power to crack mountains and rocks.

It's just that this time King Casilda learned the lesson from the last fight and did not take Ansair's attack forcibly, but released his grudge from the air.

The majestic dark-gold vindictive aura fell towards Ansi Er like a blade in the sky.

Ansier's golden vindictive aura is like a small boat sailing on a ferocious and violent sea.

King Casilda immediately activated the realm, Ansi Er only felt his whole body sink, his body became dull, and his body was immediately cut by dark golden fighting spirit, but he was not injured.

Swinging his sword to break through the shackles of the dark-gold vindictive aura, Ansi Er kicked his feet on the ground and rushed towards King Casilda, wanting to attack at close range.

King Casilda already knew that Ansi Er's supernatural powers were extraordinary, so he quickly retreated and dodged, and at the same time mobilized his vindictive energy to fight back.

The more he fights with Ansi Er, the more he can discover An Si Er's strangeness. He has a power that is terrifying and far beyond ordinary people, but his fighting spirit is like fog and illusion. Off-body attack.

"Your real identity is actually a dragon."

King Casilda said to Anse Erda.

"Oh, I was wrong before, you are not the weakest legend, the assassin who was almost killed by me before is really a dish!"

Seeing that his identity was discovered, Ansier did not answer him, but changed the subject.

Hearing Anselda insulting his badly wounded uncle, the anger in King Casilda's eyes was even greater, but he suddenly laughed.

"I don't know what method you used to disguise such a similar fighting spirit, but a giant dragon is a giant dragon after all. You shouldn't step into the human continent, let alone participate in human wars!"

The breath of holy light emanating from King Casilda's fingers illuminated Anselda's body.

In the face of such a dazzling light, Ansi Er did not dodge and opened his eyes wide.

Only saw his own shadow appear in the boundless light, the shadow of his own human form.

"How could it be human?!"

King Casilda exclaimed in disbelief.

"Humph, fool!"

Ansair's "natural magic" is an inexplicable skill, not to mention the fetish of a mere church, I am afraid that even if the God of Light is in front of him, he will only regard Ansair as a human being.

Ansier slashed with a sword, and King Casilda quickly resisted.

The two were staggered apart without any injuries.

King Casilda rushed towards Ansi Er unwillingly. In any case, he did not believe that a dignified legend could not beat a gold-level warrior.

Naturally, Ansi Er didn't care, he picked up the sword and took the move.

But at this moment, a handsome man in white armor, with a long knife hanging from his waist, and black hair draped over his shoulders suddenly appeared between the two.

Seeing the person coming, King Casilda hurriedly accepted it.

But Ansier ignored it and slashed with a sword.

It's a pity that his blow did not come with a soul-sucking blow, but the milky white protective cover of the handsome man caused a wave of fluctuations.

"The strength is good."

The handsome man felt the change in Anseir's powerful expression, and couldn't help but praised, no wonder King Casilda had such a hard time dealing with it.

If it wasn't for the fact that the fetish had just experienced that Ansel's real body was a human, he would definitely think that Ansel was a dragon.

"Return the fetish to me. Since it is not a dragon, then as a Templar, I cannot interfere in the war between your two countries."

The handsome man extended his hand to King Casilda.

He is a Templar of the church with legendary strength. He came to investigate because King Casilda reported that there was a trace of a giant dragon here.

"hateful!"

King Casilda gnashed his teeth and looked at Ans El, but he could only take off the ring in his hand and return it to the Templar.

Hearing the identity of the visitor, Ansi Er did not continue to attack. After all, he was still in the Eastern Continent. If he did not want to reveal his identity, it would be better not to attack the members of the church.

"Go ahead."

The Templar nodded, and was about to leave when suddenly, a halo of pure white appeared in the sky.

He looked at the halo in the sky and couldn't help frowning.

Templars can feel a holy breath from it, but it seems to be mixed with the stench of magic, which is very strange.

Manopura's army in the city and Casilda's army in front of the city also saw the halo that appeared in the sky.

These people all grew up under the teachings of the Guangming Church, and because the miracles that appeared in the sky were gifts from the God of Guangming to them, they closed their eyes and prayed.

A very ironic scene appeared. The troops that were fighting each other before were now praying for the gift of the God of Light.

But soon, a sharp blade slowly appeared in the halo, and the sharp blade was accompanied by a sacred flame that could burn all the filth in the world.

Blades fell from the sky like a heavy rain, regardless of whether it was Manopura's army or Casilda's army, but in the final analysis, more blades fell on Casilda's army.

A terrifying attack fell from the sky, and everyone realized that this was not a gift from God, but a punishment from God!

The blade easily penetrates the armor and shield, and the flame burns everything.

The Templar felt the magic fluctuations from a distance, his face changed greatly, and he realized that this was a large-scale magic released by the magician, and rushed in the direction of the magician with the attack of the sharp blade.

Seeing that his army was severely damaged, King Casilda ignored Ansi Er and hurriedly used his domain to protect his army.

Although Manopura was also injured, the loss was not large. When the sharp edge fell, he quickly counterattacked Casilda's remnants under the leadership of DeWitt, killing them and defeating them.

Ansel was attacked by this sudden bright blade~www.readwn.com~ Although it didn't cause any damage, it was quite uncomfortable, so he didn't want to continue killing the enemy, but began to take advantage of the chaos on the battlefield.

Although their storage rings were destroyed, the armor and weapons on their bodies were still in good condition.

Ans El found a long-cherished platinum armor from among the corpses of knights.

As for the owner of the armor, that valiant female knight was already dead and could not die any longer. Under her body was the Prince of Colchester who also died.

They were all gold, but the cause of death was a single blow, but it wasn't the work of Casilda's assassins, and there were no signature wounds.

The one who can easily kill the Gold rank with one blow is probably Dewitt's hand.

"Don't worry, I will avenge you."

After getting the platinum armor, Ans El promised in a comfortable mood.

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