Born a dragon, I'm sorry?

"I didn't expect it would rain in the God-forsaken Land."

On the dark city wall, Irene held her chin with one hand, leaned against the wall, and looked at the dim sky.

Dark clouds covered the world, and the whole world seemed to be covered with a veil.

The rain was heavy, but it couldn't wet her wizard robe. An invisible barrier blocked all the rain, and it flowed to the side.

Although the black dragon liked the humid environment, this little dragon girl from another world was a little different. She didn't like the feeling of her clothes being wet and sticking to her body.

Taking a deep breath of the rare not-so-hot air after the rain, Irene's depression seemed to be opened up a little.

Now, it has been a month since she woke up from her deep sleep. During this time, she was active in her mind and was either thinking about the trivial things of the gods and the orc empire, or studying the drawings of those power armors.

There were some gains, but they were not big.

In the chaotic battle between the gods and the orc empire, Irene guessed that the orcs added skill points incorrectly, accidentally selected the technology tree, and then developed all the way to power, and drove a spaceship to fight the gods.

Although there are still many mysteries that cannot be explained, the result is obvious. As recorded in history, the orcs failed and were expelled to the God-forsaken Land. However, the gods do not seem to have it as easy as recorded in history. From the information currently known, it is probably not easy.

However, it seems that someone has spread some meme viruses to make the creatures in the world forget that period of history and unable to study the technology left by the ancient orcs.

I am afraid that only the gods can have such great power.

Irene has deeply experienced this point during this period. Once she does not touch those drawings for a long time, she will forget the contents of those drawings in a short time.

She was originally worried that forcing herself to study these drawings would attract the attention of the gods. After all, when she was on the spaceship, she was recognized as some kind of queen. If Xiao Longniang hadn't known that she was a time traveler and had nothing to do with this world in her previous life, she would have almost thought that she was some hidden boss in her previous life.

However, for safety, she only tried to do a superficial study to see how the so-called non-existent gods would react. Once there was any situation, she would immediately stop from committing suicide. But after a month of experimentation, she found that nothing happened.

This also made Xiao Longniang feel relieved. After all, it was the ancient orcs who rebelled with technological weapons. What did her five-colored dragon have to do with it?

Their five-colored dragons are loyal believers of Aunt Tiamat and are definitely "good dragons."

Now they just don't want to waste resources, so they just pick them up and reuse them after archaeological research. What bad intentions can there be?

It's just that those drawings look easy, but when she studies them, she finds out what it means to be professionally incompatible.

Although there were blueprints, Irene knew nothing about materials science. She worked hard for a long time and only made a piece of iron that broke at the touch, and it was also missing the most important energy supply device.

To put it in a more understandable way, it was a copycat of a strange thing. Not only did it break at the touch, but it also lacked the blueprint for the battery.

For thousands of years, these armors were only intact on the surface, and the interior had long been aging. The part that provided energy to the armor had long been scrapped, and it was not even described in the blueprints.

It is estimated that the old wizard could not crack it.

Relying on Irene's half-baked technology, there is no hope of researching it.

She even figured out the use of steam trains recently.

"It's really a big deal." Little Dragon Lady rubbed her head helplessly.

"It would be great if we could ask a few dwarf forging masters to help with the research. Those guys are first-rate at forging iron and equipment. Maybe they can modify a set of power armor powered by magic."

But she only complained like that. If she was really asked to reveal the things she dug out to others, she would definitely not agree.

"Tap, tap, tap..."

A sound of stepping on water came from far away. Irene knew without looking that it must be the old dog-headed man.

As expected, the footsteps stopped beside her, and after a burst of rapid breathing, Wangcai's iconic loud voice rang out.

"Your Majesty, we have dug a tunnel directly to Your Majesty David's side, and reinforced the tunnel with fire magic as you instructed. Now we just need to lay the rails to connect the two places."

"Yeah." Irene turned around and looked at the dog-headed man who was soaked like a drowned chicken. She snapped her fingers and casually released a barrier for him. "Did you get the book of the dead that I asked you to collect?"

"Uh..." Wangcai felt the raindrops on his head stop dripping. He wanted to thank him, but he was choked when he heard this. He hesitated for a long time and could only bow his head in shame.Head, ears drooped down.

"Sure enough, I didn't get it."

Irene had expected this. After all, in this world, necromancy is a taboo. Although there are many necromancers wandering around the continent, except for a few extremely powerful ones, most necromancers can only hide in dark corners like rats in the sewer, fearing that those righteous paladins and priests of the church will come to their door.

Once discovered, the consequence is nothing more than being chopped into fine pieces, and then burned to ashes to completely purify, preventing the possibility of resurrection by necromancy from the root.

In Wangcai's eyes, the expression on Xiaolongniang's face did not change at all. She raised her foot and walked straight around him. The voice came from afar in the rain: "Increase the reward, gold coins are not a problem, I just want the result."

"Yes! Your Majesty!"

Listening to the loud response from behind, Irene supported her forehead helplessly. These days, she wants to learn necromancy more and more.

Even if she didn't revive the old wizard, she could easily relax by reviving a few smarter creatures.

She felt uncomfortable because her subordinates were all muscle-brained. Orcs and orcs were good at fighting, but they were not good at using their brains.

Even when learning magic, they only learned the simplest and crudest fireball spells.

For them, the most important thing was to make it work. The rest was left to the power.

After all, power can make miracles happen.

When they were still a small tribe, such a brainless life might have been the best choice, but now as their power grows, their flaws are slowly revealed.

For example, when they were researching magic and power armor, these guys couldn't help at all. At most, they were cheerleaders.

Wangcai did exactly that.

God knows where this guy got a set of weird clothes that exposed his belly, and let a group of orcs and orcs wear them, and then they jumped around with meteor hammers like cheerleaders.

When Irene couldn't stand it anymore and asked him why he did this, this guy replied that he heard from human merchants that when humans were having some competitions, they would let women wear this kind of clothes and hold bouquets to cheer for the people they liked.

So he imitated it, and felt that it was not powerful to let female orcs waving bouquets, so he picked out a group of the strongest big guys and swung meteor hammers...

The sense of power was indeed there, and the little dragon girl almost became autistic...

But there is also a benefit to these guys having their heads full of muscles, that is, there is no need to worry about them rebelling. Since they were fed, these half-orcs and orcs were like fanatics, unlike other intelligent races who had so many tricks.

In their words, "Her Majesty can feed me, so I think I should listen to her."

At this time, Xiao Longniang, who had walked to the corner of the city wall, suddenly stopped and turned back to add:

"Looking for talents who are good at forging in each tribe, the treatment will be favorable. I need a group of talents to help me study the pile of iron lumps."

"Yes!"

Wangcai responded quickly, looking at the back of Xiao Longniang leaving, the pure faith and enthusiasm in his eyes were burning, and even the cold rain that fell on his body again because of the departure of the spellcaster could not extinguish it.

When Irene completely disappeared on the city wall, the old dog-headed man turned around and looked at the black city in the rain, and couldn't help but mutter to himself: "The tribe has changed more and more. It is really a great honor to be able to follow such a great His Majesty..."