The Golden Dragon Will Never Take It For Granted

As a demigod-level powerhouse, Valk naturally wouldn't live with other kobolds.

The place where he lives is also some distance away from the nearest kobold tribe, so Ans El ran directly outside the wooden house and turned back to his original form and lay on the ground.

Immediately, a mountain was created out of thin air between Valk's wooden house and the kobold tribe.

"It's still more comfortable."

Ans El murmured while lying comfortably on the rock.

Maintaining Jean's form, he felt it was too crowded.

"Boss, are you going to sleep? I'll sing you a lullaby!"

Sandro put the magic book into the storage ring, and he touched the scales of Ansel's abdomen excitedly.

"I shouldn't have brought you out. Don't disturb my sleep if you don't sleep."

Ans El stretched out his dragon claw and flicked it, and Sandro was bounced back to the cabin.

Well, I can have a good night's sleep now, I haven't slept so carefree for a long time...

Under the cool moonlight, Anse El beautifully fell into a dream.

On the other hand, Valk is still appreciating the novels left by Ans Aier over and over again. His library has not been replenished with fresh blood for a long time, not to mention that this book written by Ans Aier is very appetizing to him.

The only fly in the ointment is that there are still relatively few kobold girls appearing on the stage.

He didn't try to persuade Ansier to come back and continue writing the novel. After all, it would be dangerous to disturb a giant dragon's sleep at any time, unless enough gold coins were prepared in advance.

Valk is still waiting to spend money to let Ans El write more novels, but he doesn't dare to waste gold coins here.

It's just right to use it on the blade!

Valk was stroking the bookshelf while browsing the text on the parchment, when Sandro suddenly rushed in from the door and smashed to the ground.

Ansi Er's hand is not heavy, and Sandro is a demigod lich after all. Although he behaves a little crazy, his control power is definitely far beyond that of ordinary demigods.

He just hit the ground, but he didn't even smash a hole.

Sandro fluently stood up from the ground and casually flicked the dust on the robe.

"You really decided to follow him? I think that although he is huge in size and has incredible vitality, he doesn't have the unique flavor of a demigod or even a legend."

Valk put down the parchment in his hand and said solemnly.

"He has already ignited the divine fire, and I have given my soul imprint, so of course I have to follow him. As for the rest, to be honest, do you think an ordinary giant dragon can grow so big at the young age?"

The soul flame in Sandro's eyes was calm and solid, without the madness in front of Ansel.

"I didn't expect him to be a god. Except for the **** of life, all the gods disappeared along with the **** of law. I didn't expect that he actually ignited the fire of gods. It really made the kobolds unbelievable."

Valk was shocked. No one knew how to ignite the divine fire to become a god. The gods in the world seemed to appear out of thin air.

However, he was only slightly startled. Ansi Er didn't have many followers at all, not even a weak divine power.

As an old-fashioned demigod, Valk has personally experienced the era when the gods still existed, and his knowledge of the gods far exceeds that of Ans El.

Weak gods are not necessarily weak. For example, the platinum dragon **** and Tiamat, the belief in giant dragons is seldom particularly pious. The two dragon gods are only weak gods.

But their main body is the Zulong that has existed for many years, and its strength itself ranks in the forefront of the gods.

And the gods of higher power must be very powerful, and the most representative of them is the God of Light, who has almost all human beings as his followers.

"Let's not talk about the matter of the Lord, we are in big trouble."

Sandro said solemnly.

"I didn't expect that even if there was no magic god, those old guys could simplify magic to such a degree.

It has been a thousand years since we entered the underground world, and now the threshold of magicians in the human world has been greatly lowered. In addition, they have a large population, and it is conceivable that the strong ones have been nurtured.

I am afraid that the people in the church have far underestimated the strength of the magicians, and regarded them as equal enemies. "

Speaking of the Light Sect, Sandro's tone was somewhat disdainful.

Valk understood the meaning of Sandro's words and sighed.

"The environment of the dungeon is too harsh, and it is not suitable for the development of our tribes. The next generation is not as good as the next generation, and we are only surviving in the underground world.

Fortunately, they didn't put all their energy into finding the underground world and killing us all. "

Sandro shook his head, there was some fanaticism in the soul flame.

"You don't understand the ambitions of our magicians at all. Pursuing the truth of the world is our goal. I'm afraid the magicians outside are still eager for the gods to return."

"So what's the truth you're after? Infinitely huge beings? What's the point of that?"

Valk joked, the atmosphere eased a little, not as heavy as before.

"You don't understand Valk, how could you, you foolish man, understand the pursuit of our magician.

Lord Lord, with such a perfect body, his own existence is the embodiment of the law~www.novelmt.com~ is a **** worthy of me to follow! "

The soul flame in Sandro's eyes turned into a heart shape, and his remarks made Valk, who was full of anti-toxicity, speak a little chilly.

"So you want to follow him out of the underground world?"

Valk asked.

Sandro nodded with a firm attitude.

"Thousands of years have passed, and what cannot be avoided should always be faced."

"Besides, there's still time anyway. It's just old man, you'll give me a headache if you leave."

Valk avoided the heavy reality and did not change the subject.

Now that Sandro is gone, he also has to arrange for his subordinates to go to the basement level to hunt and prepare meat for the various tribes.

The huge beast Valk is not too worried. As long as he has no intelligence and cannot use magic, it is a lamb to be slaughtered.

The problem is that the "manic moon" on the basement floor also has a huge impact on intelligent creatures, and the arrangement of time and personnel must be reasonable.

"Maybe you should really try to learn the magic of humans. You can hate the harm humans have done to you, but you can't deny the power they have."

Sandro suddenly shook the "Introduction to Magic" in his hand and said to Valk, who had a headache.

"Sandrew, although you are crazy sometimes, but I know that you have never abandoned the reason of the magician. But we tribes can't have the reason of yours, and can treat human beings calmly.

Even if I am a demigod, I don't want to force my clan to do things they don't like. This is hatred etched in the bones! "

After speaking, Valk picked up the parchment and looked at it carefully again, with a smile on his face.

Racial disputes are too troublesome, but it's easier to read novels.