Born a dragon, I'm sorry?

"Puchi!"

Plugging the chainsaw sword tester in her hand directly into the steel-cast ground, Irene turned her head in annoyance, her golden eyes full of murderous intent: "Those stupid humans, do they still want to go to war with me?!"

"No, no, no... No, Your Majesty." The orc who reported was frightened and opened and closed his mouth several times, stuttering for a while, and it took a long time to straighten his tongue: "They, they said they came to sign a non-aggression treaty."

"Non-aggression treaty?"

Irene's face showed a strange expression.

Although she thought that she had dealt a heavy blow to the invading army of the Principality of Reni, it was enough to make the Eastern countries feel afraid temporarily, so that in a short period of time, after weighing all aspects, it would be highly likely that they would not attack her.

But she never expected that this group of humans would be so straightforward and directly admit defeat and sign a non-aggression treaty.

This feeling is as outrageous as playing a 1V1 battle game, just knocking down the opponent's health bar a little, and the opponent directly admits defeat.

It made Irene feel like she had met a country in her previous life that was very good at surrendering.

But then she thought of a guy.

Her mother, the black dragon Silvery.

Not long ago, Irene received news that Silvery took action personally and took advantage of the Principality of Reni's massive invasion of the God-forsaken Land and the country's lack of national strength to completely destroy it.

In the end, it was the Eastern countries that sent out legends to drive her back to the Ghana Forest.

So the fundamental reason why the human countries wanted to make peace was probably because of the Dragon Mother.

Involving her own kind, and her own mother, Irene couldn't help but start thinking deeper.

"Could this be the condition that the Dragon Mother made some shameful deal after negotiating with the Eastern countries?"

This idea popped up in Irene's mind involuntarily, and combined with her mother's personality, it became more and more certain.

She didn't think this was her mother's "love" for her.

On the contrary, for the black dragon, a dragon that is extremely good at playing tricks, Irene only thinks that the mother of dragons wants to treat her as a cash cow that has not grown up in the back garden.

As time goes on, it is foreseeable that the back garden of the Forsaken Land of God will accumulate more and more wealth.

At that time, as a neighbor separated by a river, the mother of dragons only needs to make a little effort to easily harvest the ripe fruits and put all the wealth into her pocket.

"Tsk."

With a light tsk, Irene shook her head helplessly. After thinking about it clearly, she felt relieved. She told Gar to continue to study the feasibility of the chainsaw sword, and then walked out of the equipment department to meet the human messenger.

For her, although the mother of dragons was suspected of stealing money, it was just stealing money.

Although the feelings between the five-color dragons are weak, it is common for blood relatives to turn against each other.

But all the five-color dragons know their limits very well and rarely take the initiative to kill their own kind.

Of course, it was not because they remembered their old relationship, but because they had a bottom line that they had to abide by.

That was that they could not kill their own kind.

This was also the rule set by the five-color dragon mother, Aunt Tiamat. Five-color dragons could enslave and bully each other, but they could not kill each other.

Otherwise, according to the brutality of the five-color dragons, the civil war alone would be enough to exterminate the race without the participation of other races.

By then, without faith, Aunt Tiamat would also be doomed.

Therefore, the battle between the five-color dragons usually ended with one party handing over the treasure and actively admitting defeat.

With this bottom line, Irene was not too worried about the Dragon Mother, and even regarded this unreliable conjecture as the Dragon Mother collecting protection fees in a sense in exchange for time for peaceful development.

If one day in the future, I really have to face my mother and cannot beat her, the worst thing is to offer all the treasures.

As long as the dragon is fine, it is only a matter of time for it to make a comeback.

What's more, Irene has never valued treasures. She cares more about her own strength. Treasures are just a means to quickly improve her own strength.

The real wealth of a dragon is always itself!

"Your Majesty!"

As soon as I came out of the equipment department hidden underground, Irene was greeted by the imperial guards led by Wangcai.

They all knocked on their left chests with their right hands to express the highest respect to Irene.

Each of these guys wore power armor. As the closest army to His Majesty, their duty was to guard Irene's safety at all times when they had no other tasks.

But because the equipment department has been conducting experiments recently, various instruments and scrap iron have almost filled the entire underground space. These big iron lumps really have no place to stand and can only guard outside the equipment department.

"Let's go and play with the human messenger. "

Irene walked out of the path made by the imperial guards. There was no expression on her face, but her brisk steps showed that she was in a good mood.

"Yes!"

Wangcai was the first to agree and followed closely behind Irene. As the "third in command" besides the two His Majesties, he naturally also learned about the human envoys' request for peace. The cracked mouth under the helmet had already revealed a mouthful of fangs.

The furry dog ​​ears and the tail behind the buttocks were also wagging.

......

In the yellow sand, under the obelisk engraved with the names of the sacrificed soldiers, a group of human envoys led by Vina were surrounded by the imperial guards wearing power armor and holding broadswords.

"Your Highness, the alchemical equipment these guys are wearing is so strange. "The chief guard, Laya, leaned down and whispered in Vina's ear.

As a warrior, she also yearned for this kind of armor that was visually impactful at first glance. If it weren't for the power issue, she would have wanted to touch the armor to feel how it felt.

"So what." Vina curled her lips, glanced at the power armor, and muttered softly: "These are all creations cursed by the great gods. Those two evil dragons are so bold that they dared to study them privately. "

"I don't know where they dug these ancient creations from. They must all be taken back and handed over to the Pope to be destroyed personally. "

At this time, a sound of footsteps came from far away.

"Tap, tap, tap..."

As the imperial guards surrounding the envoys spontaneously made way for them, Irene walked out leisurely as if taking a stroll.

At first glance, Vina noticed Irene walking towards her.

At this time, Irene was wearing a white robe, her black hair casually draped behind her head, and her golden eyes were full of aggression.

Add to that the cold and beautiful face.

But I don't know what was wrong with her brain, Vina secretly complained in her heart: "Tsk... not as good-looking as me. "

Her mind was a little scattered, and before she knew it, Irene had walked up to her and looked down at her. Her emotionless eyes met hers, and a sense of oppression that belonged only to dragons came over her.

At that moment, Vina hurriedly put her left hand on her chest, bowed, and tried to suppress all the emotions in her heart, and said stiffly: "The Queen of Red Wine, Wings of Burning Steel, and Ruler of the Forsaken Land, Her Majesty Irene. The Saint of the Holy Kingdom, the Chief Successor of the Pope, Vina Alice salutes you. "