The Zerg Robot King

"Well, this is a long story," Shiramon said, a little embarrassed, "Actually, my identity was exposed."

The Dragon King was drinking oil to moisten his throat when he nearly choked to death.

"Then Moth Feiyang threatened our Dragon Clan to cooperate with the Moth Clan."

"This is not the most important thing. The most troublesome thing now is that the Blue Scorpion is spreading rumors that the zombies were caused by our dragon clan. What should we do next?"

Wait, let me take it easy. In just a short while, the War Dragon Emperor felt that he had been hit by a series of critical hits.

How dare the Blue Scorpion show up again? Since the Robot King returned to the Robot World, it means that the promise has expired. Given that he has so many enemies now, it is understandable to kill him now.

The Dragon King thought for a while and asked, "Can you still contact the Dragon Clan Headquarters now?"

"OK."

"Send a message back and ask them to find ways to go to each city and spread rumors that zombies have appeared in each city."

Purple Dragon Beast understood immediately: "Marshal, do you mean to drag all the cities into this?"

"That's right. Only when common interests are damaged will people take the initiative to seek the truth."

"As expected of you, you are the most cunning war king. You have a sharp mind."

"For a moment I didn't know whether you were praising the marshal or scolding him."

"Okay, I'll go now." The purple dragon beast ran out in a flash.

"Wait a minute——" Please explain the cooperation first.

The Purple Dragon Beast was really becoming more and more outrageous. The War Dragon Emperor was a little dissatisfied. He must have been too negligent in disciplining it recently. It ran away before even listening to what he said. He never dared to do that before.

"Did the Marshal want to say something just now?"

"Did he?" Yanyan recalled, and it seemed that the Dragon King shouted, "No matter, you have already escaped, time is money, hurry up and send a message."

"Uh-huh."

"Purple Night Moth, are you sure that the patriarch asked you to send the signal?" The chief in charge of the intelligence department was an old man with a slightly hoarse voice. He was looking at the Purple Dragon Beast with suspicion.

"Why, do you doubt me?" Purple Dragon Beast slammed the token on the table. "If you don't believe me, you can directly summon the clan leader to question him."

The officer picked up the token and examined it carefully. After confirming that it was the tribe leader's token, he did not relax his vigilance: "Don't get me wrong, I'm just following the procedure to confirm. It was the dead leaf moth that came before, why is it you this time?"

"There are still people who are not afraid of Moth Feiyang's authority. He is indeed worthy of being the head of the Intelligence Department. He is not easy to fool."

"Yes, it's rare to see someone so serious and responsible."

"It means that the clan leader thinks highly of me. Besides, Deputy General Leaf Moth has been so busy these days that he almost died of a sudden illness. How could he have time to care about these things?"

"Really?" The commander chuckled a few times and waved his hand to let everyone else go out. Only Zilongmon and he were left in the huge communication room.

"The clan leader has told me your identity. Although we are in a cooperative relationship now, he should not let you use our Moth Clan's communications." The old man went straight to the point and immediately exposed the Purple Dragon Beast's intentions.

"You don't want to kill first and ask for permission later, do you?"

"Good fellow, they say old people become wise. It seems that he is from the same group as Moth Flight."

"What should I do now?"

"It's okay, just tell the truth. He kicked everyone else out, which means he doesn't want to make a big deal out of this."

"Yeah, I just want to do this, so what?" Purple Dragon Beast held his head high and said arrogantly:

"Just tell me whether you agree or not."

The old man probably didn't expect that the Purple Dragon Beast would still be so arrogant even after being exposed by him. He was a little stunned, but he quickly came to his senses.

"No wonder the clan leader said you are difficult to deal with. It seems to be true."

"Then what if I don't agree?"

Purple Dragonmon snorted and leaned against the table.

"What to do? He won't buy it."

"I'll do it."

“It’s nothing, if you don’t agree, I will have to make our partnership public.

"Besides, the relationship between us isn't something that's shameful to others, right?"

"You dare!" The old man slapped the armrest heavily.

"Why not?" Yanyan shrugged, poured a cup of energy liquid for the old man, and pushed it in front of him:

"You should also know that even if the fish is landed, it will still smell like fish."

"You!" The old man obviously understood and was very angry. Powerful fighting energy suddenly swept over and forced the purple dragon beast away.

But Yanyan didn't care, and even chuckled a few times. Facing the old man's murderous gaze, she still said calmly and easily: "Senior, you must know that the Dragon Clan and the Moth Clan have been firmly bound to the chariot since the moment Mo Feiyang proposed the alliance."

"No matter how the situation develops next, the Moth Tribe can no longer get rid of the label of the Dragon Tribe."

"Instead of cowering here and looking back, why not just give it a try?"

"Fuck, you're so tough, I'm so scared."

"You are a general after all, how can you be so useless?"

"Bullshit, you are talking without any pain in your waist. If a fight really breaks out later, I will be the one who gets hurt."

"Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?" The old man's face was gloomy.

Yanyan spread her hands: "E Feiyang also said so, but I am still standing well now, why don't you communicate with him more."

Seeing that Yanyan remained calm, the old man knew that his threat was useless, so he had to put away his fighting energy.

No wonder the clan leader said that this person was particularly difficult to deal with. If it were someone else, he would have begged for mercy when he was releasing his fighting energy. Unexpectedly, he didn't seem to be afraid of him at all, and he still handled it with ease. His scheming was simply terrifying.

The old man secretly felt regretful in his heart, wondering how could such a person not be from the Moth Clan.

But on second thought, what he said made sense. Sooner or later, the Dragon Clan would have a war with the Zerg Clan. If the Dragon Clan could not get better, they would inevitably drag the Moth Clan into the war. If Bai Ehan could not survive this time, the Moth Clan would be unable to cope with the lack of successors.

Looking at Yanyan who was smiling and waiting for his answer, the old man sighed deeply. It seemed that he was getting old and could not compare with young people.

Reluctantly, he compromised and said, "Okay, go ahead and send it."

Yanyan raised an eyebrow: "Can't you give me some privacy?"

"No."

"Well, I didn't expect you to have a hobby of peeping into other people's privacy."

"…Send it to yours."

The old man watched Yanyan type a whole page of essay.

The first part was quite normal, with the current situation and response methods written in detail point by point. But the second half was like the nagging of an old woman. If the file wasn't too large to send out, he would have continued writing.

"Why do you care so much about Black Wolfmon and so little about Black Wolfmon? We are both older cubs, how can you be so partial! !"