"Village Chief, Adya and the others have not come back yet."

In the village with a little nervous and uneasy atmosphere, the elf girl Avril walked to the village chief Ismail, who was temporarily the manager, with a look of worry on her face.

"Wait a little longer, there will be a result soon."

Hearing the girl's worries, the old man who had to lean on a crutch was forced to look up at the sky that had returned to the clear sky because of his aging body.

"The Lord is coming back soon."

"Ah! This..." After all, the elf girl Avril had no breasts, so she had a little brain. When she heard the old man say this, she immediately reacted.

hold head high!

A loud dragon roar that resounded through the world interrupted what the elf girl wanted to say. The residents of the village by the sea looked up and looked in the direction where the dragon roar came.

You can see that at the clear and clear sea-to-sky junction, a dazzling dragon-shaped golden light broke through the sea and rushed into the sky. After hovering in the sky, it flew towards the village.

However, as the golden dragon approached, some creatures with sensitive smell immediately smelled a strong fishy smell, but this fishy smell that was originally uncomfortable was mixed with a large amount of fishy smell from blood.

Crackly!

Just when the people in the village were still wondering why there was this unpleasant odor, it started raining in the sky outside the village. As the scarlet rain fell, the fishy smell lingering at everyone's nose became stronger and stronger. Even people with a slow sense of smell could smell this smell.

"What's going on?"

"God!"

However, no one in the residents living in the villages moving from the islands cared for the increasingly strong odor. Everyone looked up at the "rain water" falling from the sky.

It comes from the blood that can make the organism move. Not only scarlet blood falls, but some broken limbs and arms also fall with the rain.

"Village... Village Chief, what is this?"

The elf girl couldn't help but tremble as she looked at the special heavy rain falling outside the village. She stretched out her hand and grabbed the old man's thin arm tightly, trying to find a little confidence.

"I don't know, but we should know it soon."

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The "rain" in the sky was getting heavier because it was no longer a broken limb mixed with blood, but a whole body of corpses, including Naga with multiple arms, and also ferocious or strange sea beasts.

Thousands of corpses fell from the sky and soon piled up into corpse mountains outside the village. This gave the villagers an unparalleled impact. Even the elves with long lives and knowledge were greatly shocked.

"This...what is going on?" This is the doubt in the hearts of almost all villagers, and of course some people also thought of something.

"Ismail, who went out to sea to fish today?" A sudden sound rang beside the old man.

"Lord, I'm old and can't resist being scared." The sudden sound made the old man's body tremble, and he turned to look at the black-haired young man beside him, with a helpless look on his face.

"Well, pay attention next time." Diapolo nodded and smiled at the elf girl who was curled up like a sudden frightened quail on the side, then turned his eyes to the masterpiece he had just created with his own hands.

"These are the Naga tribes and sea beasts they drive around the waters of the Tyrel Peninsula,"

"His Excellency Diapolo, why did they offend you?" The old man asked carefully when he heard Diapolo's words.

"No one in your village goes out to fish in the sea today can come back."

Diapolo's voice was dull, but his words were no less than plain in the ears of some villagers.

"What? Adeya and the others can't come back?" The elf girl Avril looked shocked and incredible.

"Well, not only them, but also some dragon blood relatives were killed by Naga."

Diapolo's tone was plainly recounting the reason for his massacre this time, "So in return, I wiped out the Naga tribe and their servants together."

"Lord, you..."

Diapolo's words made the village chief and the elf girl beside him fall into extremely complicated emotions before they were too late to sad for their lost companions.

Indeed, the companions who went out to sea to fish were buried in the mouths of the monsters in the sea, but even the monsters were wiped out by a group of people. Such a miserable ending was too late to hate - because all the enemies were dead.

"I won't say much nonsense. I still have something to do. Your companions' corpses may be in the belly of those monsters. If you don't think they are dirty, you can find them out with your heart and cut them out, and maybe you can find something that has not been digested."

Diapolo's words sounded like a provocation, but considering the origin of the corpse mountain at the entrance of the village, calmed down and thought about it, and found that the Lord of the Lord was telling the truth.

"In addition, you can find a way to deal with these corpses, then hang them up for me and hang them."

Although Diapolo did not release a trace of power, it made all the villagers in the village full of awe.

"I want all outsiders who pass by this sea to know what the outcome would be like if they dare to hurt my subordinates and their families."

"Uh, Lord Diapolo, there are too many corpses, we..." Hearing Diapolo's words, Ismail glanced at the high mountain of corpses, and his face showed a look of embarrassment.

"Well, it's really a bit too much for you, so you can't finish it. Forget it, I'll take some of it away."

Diapolo wanted to follow the example of most lords in the world, pickling the corpses of the Naga tribe and hanging them on the city wall to shock the enemy and show his own force.

However, such behavior is inconsistent with his current identity. Hanging Naga's corpse and hanging it on the road is already a very deterrent and humiliating. As for hanging it on the city wall, it will destroy the dragon set up by him.

Although this thing will sooner or later be overthrown by others, or Diapolo himself, it is still necessary to stand up now, which will give him a lot of convenience.

“You’re the best you do.”

Hearing Diapolo's words, the old man breathed a sigh of relief. Such a large pile of corpses, whether eaten or pickled, had exceeded the scope of the village's tolerance.

Moreover, the mere existence of these corpses caused serious damage to him visually and physically.

...

"Mr. Diapolo, are they the legendary dragon men? Where did they come from..."

No longer in the empty space, he finally had a little angry castle. After returning from the edge of the territory, Lydia, an elf girl who was preparing to seek help from Diapolo, was curious, joyful and a little worried, asked Diapolo about the origins of the hundreds of dragon people in the castle.

"Oh, they are servants of my former residence, and I went back a while ago and brought them some of them."

Diapolo selectively told the truth, at least there is no problem for the Elf Girl.

"Just part? Lord Lord, do you have more Dragon Master servants?"

The girl with mixed feelings in her heart asked Diapolo. What was joyful was that Diapolo was not as powerful as she thought, and instead had a powerful force under her command.

But what made her worry was that during the long journey from the gate of the castle to the Diapolo bedroom, she saw many beautiful female dragon men.

Those female dragons with dragon-like body tissues and scales with the same color as Diapolo can be more attractive than her elf.

In other words, Diapolo will have a group of female dragons who are not inferior to her in all aspects, who can replace her and serve him better - she may fall out of favor.

From a confidant follower who could have had negative contact with Lord Diapolo anytime and anywhere, he became an optional ordinary follower.

"Of course." Diapolo, who was lying on the bed, replied casually. He had something to do in his mind and didn't notice the strangeness of the elf girl at all.

Although Lydia's appearance was completely called a goddess when he was a human being, she now does not have the qualifications to let him kneel down and lick him. However, this elf girl will take the initiative to kneel down and lick him.

"That would be great. We are very short of people here, and your migration order has not been implemented for a long time."

The elf girl Lydia, who was a little careful, took the opportunity to explain her purpose, "Please ask the dragon people in the castle to help me, we..."

"It's no problem to ask the Dragon Man to help you, but don't have too much expectations for them. They are just unsatisfactory things now." Hearing the girl's request, Diapolo smiled helplessly.

He arranged 600 of the 1,000 dragons from five tribes to the dark area as an extension of his will, shocking those sinister and cunning underground groups, and of course, it also conceals their identities.

Because these three dragon tribes inherit the bloodlines from the red dragon, blue dragon and green dragon, this dragon with the blood of the dragon cannot appear in the castle for the time being, so it can only be arranged underground.

The two dragon tribes that can stay on the surface castle and serve Diapolo have inherited the golden dragon and silver dragon respectively.

As he said, these tall and mighty men and tall and beautiful women are not useful because they only lived in primitive tribes not long ago and did not master the skills other than combat planting.

In order to let these dragon people assist residents in relocation, Diapolo really can't think of what else they can do except as a deterrent of force and avoid chaos.

"How could it be?" Lydia was naturally a little unbelievable about Diapolo's words, because the appearance of the dragon men she had just seen in the castle left a very deep impression on her.

"They lived in the primitive jungle before, had no contact with civilization, and had no chance to get education, so for you, they knew nothing except fighting."
Chapter completed!