Born a dragon, I'm sorry?

A land abandoned by the gods.

Amid the flying yellow sand, a steam locomotive made a harsh humming sound, breaking through the obstruction of the yellow sand at a very fast speed, galloping like a wild horse.

Inside the steam locomotive, the dwarf Gray, who was sitting in the driver's seat, took a sip of red wine, held the joystick with one hand, increased the speed to the highest, and let out a hearty roar: "Aha! Good wine! Steam locomotive! Dwarf romance!"

"Tonton... It's really hard to drink..." The dwarf Bronzebeard in the co-pilot seat drank two sips of beer, his face suddenly became a little ugly, and he threw the bottle out of the window.

"Chuck, chuck, chuck..."

Gray glanced at this scene and laughed like a duck, shaking the red wine in his hand. "Hey! Old man! The last bottle is here with me!"

"Fuck it!" Bronzebeard stretched out his broad palm to grab Gray's bottle. "Give me two sips!"

"Haha~ You're dreaming!"

Gray suddenly bent the joystick, and the car body suddenly made a sharp turn. The strong inertia threw half of his companion out of the car. Taking the opportunity, he quickly stuffed the bottle into his mouth, and gulped down the remaining wine into his stomach, burping with satisfaction.

When Bronzebeard returned to the car with a curse, he saw the bottle with only a little bit of wine left being handed to him. "I left a sip for you, don't say I'm stingy, chuckle!"

Bronzebeard was stunned when he saw this, and his eyebrows jumped wildly after he reacted. He grabbed the bottle and poured the last sip of wine into his stomach, licking the bottle mouth with an unsatisfied look on his face.

In a blink of an eye, he glared at Gray with a fierce look. "What the hell is that? I'll make your ass burst when we get back!"

"Haha! Don't be angry, old man!" Gray waved his hand as if he didn't care, and pointed to the front with one hand, "Look where we are?"

"Where?"

"Squeak!"

While Bronzebeard wasn't paying attention, Gray stepped on the brakes and shouted, "Go!!!"

The steam locomotive drifted with a broken tail, shoveling a large amount of splashing yellow sand in the desert.

With a muffled "bang", the unlucky dwarf holding the bottle of wine smashed the windshield in front of the car and flew out of the cab.

"Plop!"

There was a guy who fell headfirst in the yellow sand.

Fortunately, the gravel in this area was very fine and soft, so even if this unlucky guy fell into the sand at such a fast speed, he didn't get hurt.

But most of the body was stuck in the yellow sand, and it might not come out for a while. The two short legs exposed outside were fluttering wildly.

Like a drowning fish.

"Haha!" Gray jumped off the motorcycle with a gloating look on his face and kicked the exposed buttocks hard.

"Let's see whose buttocks will bloom first, haha!"

As he said that, he started to pull down his pants...

Just as Gray was preparing to perform a passionate performance, a team of orcs in gray armor rushed out from the yellow sand with spears in hand and surrounded the two dwarves.

The leading minotaur captain first glanced at the white buttocks on the ground, swallowed his saliva, and then tried to look away, pointing the axe in his hand at Gray, whose pants were half taken off, and shouted:

"Who are you? Where are you from! What is your intention in coming to Black City?"

"Black City? What is that? Have you arrived yet?!"

Gray raised his head and rubbed his eyes that were doubled due to the paralysis of alcohol, and then he could see the towering black city wall in the yellow sand.

He grinned, and a strong smell of alcohol mixed with bad breath gushed out.

"Oh! My good tauren brother! Don't get me wrong! We are messengers from the Dwarf Empire! Something unexpected happened this time, please let me have a face-to-face talk with your Lord!"

........

"The wind is blowing..."

On the dark city wall, looking at the flying yellow sand in the desert, Irene's golden eyes flashed, and she said in an emotionless tone:

"What's the recent progress?"

The old dog-headed man behind Xiao Longniang stepped forward and said: "Your Majesty, according to your instructions, we have dug In the underground laboratory, Gar and the talents recruited by various tribes have begun to forge the first batch of power armor. "

"The railway connecting to the tunnel of His Majesty David has been laid for one-third of the time."

"But..." After hesitating for a moment, Wangcai continued: "We don't have any mineral veins, and various metal materials are in short supply. The number of armors that can be forged is very limited. "

"The progress of laying the railway is also close to stagnation. His Majesty David is trying to gnaw off the tail part of the metal creation and melt it into molten iron for paving the road......"

"Is that so..."

Erin smoothed her hair that was messed up by the wind, "When will the next transaction with the dwarves be?"

"What do you mean?"

Wangcai quickly figured it out: "Let the dwarves use ore as a reward to trade wine with us?"

Seeing Xiaolong Niang nod slightly, he quickly complimented: "Your Majesty, I admire your wisdom!"

"This is simply one arrow shooting two yellow-feathered birds! (A kind of bird unique to the God-forsaken Land)"

'In fact, the word is called one stone and two birds...'

Erin couldn't help but complain in her heart, but she didn't immediately point out the mistake in Wangcai's words.

She could feel that since the appointment of Gar as the Minister of Equipment, this old dog-headed man had an inexplicable sense of crisis.

Probably because he felt that he was not smart enough and was worried about being ignored.

You know, before, he was a dog who was loved alone.

Now, a green-skinned orc named Gar has appeared. In order to defend his status as the first follower, this guy has been studying hard and trying to surpass Gar. It's like a palace drama.

The effect... well... that's it.

"Tap, tap, tap..."

When Irene was thinking about how to deal with the relationship between the followers, a burst of hurried footsteps suddenly came.

Then a soldier of the Imperial Guard in black armor ran over. After saluting Irene and Wangcai, he reported loudly:

"Your Majesty, a messenger from the Dwarf Empire came to visit, saying that he has important things to talk to you face to face."