Born a dragon, I'm sorry?

"Boom!"

These days, the weather in the area west of the San Pedro Mountains is unusually extreme, with dark clouds covering the sky and lightning flashing in the clouds like a python.

The heavy rain that lasted for two days and one night has just stopped.

The roads eroded by rain have long been muddy.

No matter how you look at it, this is not a good weather for an expedition.

But Robo can't wait

As early as before the three months, he had already assembled a large army and stationed near the Dwarf Empire, waiting for the passage to be opened and then leading the army to kill in.

But now it has exceeded the agreed time, but there has been no news from the Dwarfs that the passage has been dug.

This makes him both impatient and depressed.

Sometimes, Robo wants to go to the door and ask these bearded men who drink all day whether they are deliberately delaying time.

But he doesn't dare.

Dwarves are not soft bones.

On the contrary, their bones are as hard as ore.

Previously, he threatened the other party to tear up the contract in advance, and these stubborn guys reluctantly agreed.

Now they don't owe each other anything. If he gets angry again, then even the 30,000 troops he leads will probably not be able to save him.

This is not to say how strong the dwarves are, but they are too special.

There is no need to look at the entire Yarsk continent. As long as the Eastern Continent where the Eastern countries are located, the Dwarf Empire is not a top force.

But their network of contacts is very extensive, from metal dragons and elves, which are neutral and righteous races, to drow and goblins, which are inclined to the dark side, all have close relations with them.

This is all due to the dwarves' forging level, which is as unrivaled as their drinking capacity.

As a race that is naturally good at forging, more than half of all the top magic equipment known on the continent come from these bearded men who love blacksmithing and drinking.

Professionals of major intelligent races are almost all proud to get a high-level magic equipment made by the dwarf forging master.

You know, a piece of top-grade magic equipment can improve your strength by almost 1+1=3.

However, the demand for materials and the investment of effort for high-level magic equipment are too great, and few dwarf forging masters are willing to take the initiative to help foreign races forge.

For this reason, some professionals who tend to be evil at the beginning wanted to use some methods to force dwarves to help forge.

But these bearded men are very hard-core. Unless they are willing, they will never move the hammer. Even if they are beaten into meat patties, they will get up and shout that dwarves will never die as slaves again.

This leads to the fact that dwarves can only be coaxed and persuaded.

Therefore, in order to obtain equipment forged by dwarves, the attitudes of major intelligent races towards dwarves are basically friendly, and they try their best to improve the dwarves' favorability towards them.

In order to help forge a suitable top-grade equipment at a certain price when needed.

This is why the dwarves are not strong, but they can thrive on the continent.

If you annoy these bearded men, the dwarves don't even need to take action. Those adventurers who come here to improve the favorability of the Dwarf Empire can crush all obstacles.

Moreover, putting all this aside, the Dwarf King of the East Continent is still a genuine legendary warrior.

Even if he doesn't practice fighting spirit and magic, his muscles forged by iron and fire have already achieved an effect that is almost immune to magic.

In the early years, there were rumors that the Dwarf King hammered off two teeth of an adult white dragon that attempted to invade the Dwarf Empire with his bare hands and made a pair of two-handed battle axes.

The truth of the rumor is no longer known, but there was indeed a trace of a white dragon near a tavern near the border of the Dwarf Empire, near the Ghana Forest. Not long after that, a pair of two-handed battle axes did appear in the Dwarf King's many collections.

Robo could imagine with his toes that if he really angered this being, he would probably be driven into the mine like a nail, and his beloved father would have to smile and carry two barrels of beer to redeem his body.

"Pop."

The bonfire made a slight sound. Robo, who was sitting by the bonfire, raised his head, closed the book in his hand, and looked up at the dark sky.

At the end of the field of vision, a black dot was rapidly enlarging.

He casually cast the Eagle Eyes spell on his eyes, and the scene in front of him was as clear as if he had used a telescope. The black dot quickly became clear in front of him.

It was an adult two-legged flying dragon with a wingspan of ten meters.

As the most dragon-like sub-dragon species besides dragon beasts, although the two-legged flying dragon is not as powerful as the real dragon, it is also a well-known powerful predator on the continent.

At the same time, they are also the so-called dragon slayers.The dragons that are most keen on killing.

But facing such a fierce and oncoming wyvern, Robo was not nervous at all.

It was because this wyvern belonged to their Reni Empire and was hatched from a wyvern egg that his grandfather, the legendary warrior Andrigo, got when he cleared the beast plains.

After years of training and cultivation, this silver-level wyvern has now become his brother Rein's most loyal partner and mount.

So Robo just sat there, looking straight at the oncoming wyvern.

To be precise, he looked at the strong man in golden armor on the back of the wyvern - Rein.

Compared with Robo's caution, his brother was much simpler and more violent. As a hot-tempered man, after enduring for a while, he flew to the Dwarf Empire without saying a word to ask when the tunnel would be completed.

"Shua!"

After arriving at the camp, the flying dragon slowed down, folded its wings and landed with a fierce gust of wind. The hurricane blew out the campfire in the camp, and the flying sparks and muddy water splashed towards Robo opposite, but were blocked by an invisible magic barrier.

"How is it, my dear brother."

Robo put the magic book in his hand into the storage ring, stood up and walked forward and asked in a teasing tone: "Have the tunnels of those bearded men been dug?"

"Pah."

Ryan jumped off the flying dragon's back, spat a mouthful of blood, glared at his brother who laughed at him, and walked towards the direction of the priest group with an angry face, as if he didn't hear Robo's words.

Just after taking two steps, he turned his head again and squeezed out a few hoarse and low words from his throat: "Let the army set off."

After saying that, he walked away on his own.

Hearing this, Robo raised his eyebrows. There was no emotion on his face, but he was a little surprised. He didn't expect that this reckless guy could really get the job done.

Thinking of this, he turned his eyes away from Ryan's back and looked at the camp full of soldiers, and issued an order to go to war.

Where he couldn't see, Ryan touched the two missing front teeth in his mouth and clenched his fists with hatred.