The Golden Dragon Will Never Take It For Granted

The moonlight has already descended on the entire underground world.

The strange orange-red moonlight shone on the hard-working kobolds, who showed weak and tired expressions.

Even if they were hiding in the house, the "Month of Disability" would cause irreparable damage to them invisibly, not to mention being directly bathed in the moonlight.

Even the kobold noble overseers, whose physiques are far stronger than ordinary kobolds, also showed a trace of discomfort.

As nobles, they usually pursue their own pleasures. If it wasn't for the demigods in the tribe to ask them to do things, even the orders of the patriarch, they would only ask their subordinates to do it.

The mood of negativity and sabotage began to permeate in the dark night.

A fireball the size of a water tank exploded in the night sky, and the afterglow of the flame illuminated the tired face of every kobold.

"Continue working without orders!"

This is a gold-level kobold sacrifice in gorgeous clothes. He looked at the group of untouchables under him with disgust.

What a stupid, lazy, weak and dirty bunch of guys!

"Master Chief, it's night now, let's have a rest."

The kobold nobles next to the gold-level kobold sacrifice persuaded.

"Rest, rest, rest, only useless kobolds rest, you are working for the great demigod!"

The kobold who presided over the construction of the palace said righteously to the sacrifice.

In fact, why doesn't he want to rest? Isn't it a pleasant thing for kobolds to stay in a big warm bed and spend a long night with a few beautiful dogs?

It's just that Valk personally entrusted him with the construction of the palace for Ansel, and he didn't dare to go all out.

A demigod-level powerhouse has the power and power to plunder almost any life in this underground world.

Even if he was a gold-level kobold sacrifice, he would not dare to neglect him at all.

The other kobold nobles could only scold in their hearts that the chief kobold didn't know how to change, and then poured out the anger that he couldn't go home and have fun on the other kobold civilians.

The kobold civilians are even more miserable, their body is not healthy, plus they work day and night, and they have to endure the whipping of the kobold nobles.

"Be lazy! How dare you be lazy if you eat so much food in one day! I see if you dare to be lazy!"

A kobold noble is holding a long whip, whipping a kobold civilian who has just rested on the ground for a while.

This kobold civilian was beaten to the point of tearing his skin to pieces, and his clothes, which were originally made of coarse cloth, were beaten with cracks.

"Forgive your life, my lord! Forgive your life!"

The kobold commoner cried out in pain, his eyes were full of fear, but he was worried about food in his heart.

The beating was minor, but his clothes were damaged, and he had to spend food to change the cloth. The kobold cub at home was still waiting for him to take food back to support the family.

"I beat you to death!"

The kobold nobles fought more and more vigorously, and the movements in their hands were not relieved at all by the screams of the kobold commoners.

This kind of scene is not uncommon in the entire construction site of the palace. The kobold civilians have no power to resist the kobold nobles at all, and can only work hard without complaint.

Suddenly, a huge shadow was cast from the sky, blocking the moonlight.

Ansi Er had changed back to his original form at this moment, and his wings that covered the sky set off a gust of wind on the flat ground.

Whether it's a kobold commoner or a so-called kobold noble, in Ans'er's eyes, they are all a group of worms running away.

Oh no, it should be gravel, but they can't even slap their feet.

Ansi Er fell to the ground, and a small earthquake was generated out of thin air, and even the reducing formation array arranged by the kobold priests was instantly destroyed.

Huge dust flew everywhere, and the kobolds who fell to the ground stood up, but they couldn't tell the direction at all.

Ans El glanced around for a week, possessing magic, these kobolds were indeed built faster than he expected.

The wall made of boulders was four times the size of the area he was occupying at the moment, and the height was as high as his toes.

And because of the magical reinforcement, these walls did not collapse.

"Weak kobolds, I'm going to sleep now. Trust me, you won't want to see a giant dragon awakened. When I wake up, you can start working again."

Ansel's voice exploded in the sky like a thunderbolt from a blue sky. Ordinary kobolds seemed to burst their eardrums and couldn't hear anything. Fortunately, the kobold nobles understood what he meant.

It was finally time to go back to rest. The kobold nobles all showed smiles, and even the kobold commoners were a lot more pleasing to the eye, and quickly sent them away.

These kobold nobles only worked as overseers for one day, and their bodies are stronger, but they feel extremely tired.

Ansier shrank his head, adjusted his posture and got ready for a beauty sleep. He was still growing up.

Sandro fell to his side, took out a magic ruler, and wanted to measure how much he had grown today while Ansel was sleeping.

"Lord Giant Dragon!"

Ansier suddenly opened his dragon pupils, his eyes full of impatience.

"Small kobold, do you want to challenge the majesty of the dragon!"

Ansel didn't even lift his head, but the ferocious aura overwhelmed the gold-ranked kobold priest in front of him~www.novelmt.com~ He didn't want to disturb Ansel's sleep, but he didn't want to. When Valk appointed him as the chief supervisor, he emphasized the need to remind Ansair to write novels.

"Lord Giant Dragon, I dare not disturb your rest, but Lord Valk once instructed me. Please give me today's manuscript, and I will give it to Lord Valk later."

The head kobold lowered his head humbly and said, he didn't even dare to look into Ansel's eyes, it was definitely more attractive than the incomplete moon in the sky.

Ansier then remembered that he had gone out for a day today and had not yet written a novel for Valk.

"It's really troublesome! It's not easy to make some money, just like working part-time!"

Ansier complained that he suddenly felt a little unfree and uncomfortable.

"Sir, please forgive me if I disturb you!"

The head kobold said with trembling legs, he was afraid that Ansair would eat him in a fit of rage, after all, he still remembered the fierce scene of Ansair wanting to eat the kobold in the morning.

"That's right, Lord, don't write if you're not happy, and we're not afraid of a Valk."

Sandro arched the fire beside him.

The head kobold had a cold sweat on his forehead. The creature hidden under the cloak in front of him didn't even care about their great demigod Valk, and he was afraid that his life would be in danger.

However, Ansier shook his head, thinking of the generous reward, he barely endured the huge sleepiness, took out the magic pen and parchment and wrote quickly.

In just a quarter of an hour, he wrote four thousand words.

Sure enough, the night can stimulate the potential of the word water!

Ans El threw the parchment to the head kobold, and fell asleep on the ground.