Evil dragon roars ~ woo woo

"Why, you don't believe it?" The trial knight saw that Xiaolong's expression was really cute, and couldn't help but want to tease him.

"Only fools will believe Brian's words." Long Ming shook his head, he pricked up his ears to listen, the voice from Satan's side became quiet, and he didn't know what his mother said to him.

"I'm going to find my best friend."

The trial knight grabbed Xiaolong, and from nowhere conjured a big blue flower and sent it to him: "I'll go with you, I suspect that lady has mania." He rubbed his ears exaggeratedly : "It hasn't stopped for a moment since I came in."

"There are flowers in the Tower of Judgment?" Long Ming held the big flower, feeling that it was almost as big as his own face. He didn't know where the Judgment Knight got it.

"Of course, there is an ogre flower demon imprisoned in the tower, which blooms every day. The layer where it is imprisoned is full of petals, so I picked one." The trial knight opened the door and let the little dragon out.

"Mother, is what you said true?" A trace of disbelief flashed in Satan's eyes, his eyes were slightly rounded, and he looked at Princess Ilu with a pale face.

"My dear, you are not a mortal, believe me, the great Utoshas will descend on you, this is when you were born, the great Utoshas told me from my sleep, it is true True prophecy dream, you are the son bestowed by God." Princess Yilu held her son's hand tightly, her eyes full of fanaticism and distortion: "Honey, why don't you sacrifice yourself? I can save my mother."

The young master's lips trembled.

"Satan, do you have the heart to keep your mother in this dark prison forever? You go to your father, he will save me." Princess Yilu tightly held her son's hand, her sharp nails were deep Digging into the flesh, the crimson fingernails looked like coagulated blood under the dim light, clasped on the back of the young master's hand.

"My dreams can't go wrong, Satan, you must be the reincarnation of the great Utoshas, ​​you are him, he is him, death does not mean the end, but another new life, Satan, believe in the mother, okay? ...Hiss, who! " Princess Yilu's hand was smashed hard, and she let go of it in pain, only to find that it was a strange big flower.

Angrily, Long Ming pulled Satan to his side, frowning tightly: "If you continue to bewitch Satan like this, I will tell the judgment knight to detain your food for tonight and make you hungry." When you're done, look to your good friend.

"Satan, don't believe anything she says."

The young master nodded with a pale face: "Yeah." His expression was very sluggish, like a little cabbage beaten by Shuang.

Long Ming took his hand over to have a look, and saw deep nail bruises as expected, and couldn't help but get even more angry.

"I'm very curious, what kind of dream actually allows you to sacrifice your own son?" The trial knight leaned against the prison bar casually, his black horizontal stripe mask looked very scary, he picked up the flower Standing up, he swept the lady's face viciously, mockingly: "Could it be that both of you and your wife have been passed on by evil gods, I think you are the chosen one."

Princess Yilu took a step back, her formerly beautiful face was full of fierceness: "Darkness will eventually come, Lord Utoshas will not be the first, nor will he be the last god descended on Azerek, light It has occupied the continent for too long, and it is time to usher in the next wave of darkness."

The trial knight couldn't help but sneered: "Oh, let the evil god rule Azerek, and I'm afraid you won't know how you died."

"Of course Rodney and I will be the noble family of the gods. As long as Satan is the vessel for the birth of Utoshas, ​​we will be the parents in name of Utoshas one day. One day, I will let Pavel The flag of our army is hoisted here."

Huo, it turned out to be an ambitious man, but unfortunately his brain is not very good. Long Ming felt that Princess Yilu's IQ was hopeless.

If the evil god named Utoshas really took possession of Satan's body and descended on Azerek, the couple would be the first cannon fodder, and they couldn't even run away.

The trial knight clapped his hands: "Thank you, madam, for telling us about your great ideal, and I will pass it on to His Majesty the Pope."

Long Ming felt that his good friend was in a very low mood, so he could only hug him comfortingly.

"Are those three magicians here too?" Long Ming took a few steps forward.

"Yes." The trial knight lit the torches on both sides of the road, and the warm light immediately warmed the gloomy tower.

The three frail black mages looked much worse than Princess Ilu. They all looked like refugees with skinny cheeks, and their mage robes were torn. The three of them were crowded in a cell when they heard a voice trembling. It looks so pitiful.

Looking at their torn mage robes, Long Ming was a little strange: "Did you use torture?" But why were the clothes torn and no flesh bleeding?Long Ming looked at the three black mages a little closer, and found that their hair, faces, and clothes seemed to be stained with some kind of mucus.

Satan also looked at them curiously, his nose moved: "I smell animals."

The trial knight laughed: "The nose is really good."

He sat on the chair, watched the trembling magicians huddled together, and clapped their hands. The crisp sound was like a signal. In the dark, a large creature stepped forward.

The upholstery is silent, and only makes a slight sound when you step on the straw.

Long Ming's eyes widened slowly, and the young master was no exception.

It's a huge cat.

The black magic cat quietly approached the three magicians, skillfully stuck out its tongue and licked its pet.

The tongue full of barbs made Long Ming swallow his saliva.

The two-meter-tall, three-meter-long demon cat lowered its head and sniffed. In its eyes, these magicians were real pocket toys.

"Meow~" Its voice was soft, and it was lying lazily on the ground, flicking its giant tail, and lifting its chin slightly, as if it was urging something.

The three black magicians resigned themselves to their fate and walked forward to scratch the giant cat's chin.

"Meow!" I don't know who made the demon cat unhappy, its voice suddenly became sharp, and it washed its face with its tongue again.

Long Ming couldn't help laughing as he looked at the three black mages who looked so loveless.

"Why don't they resist?" Satan looked at the trial knight.

"Because they are all wearing anti-magic bracelets on their hands, and they can't use any spells." The trial knight pushed the steel mask on the jaw to the bridge of the nose, and smiled ruffianally: "I thought, if I can't execute them, let They give my cat a massage, and they make the most of it.”

Long Ming: ... is a ruthless person. If such a big cat is pulled down, his hand must not be broken.

"Then why don't they talk?" Long Ming saw that they were dumb, and wanted to ask them about the fragrance.

"Of course it is." The trial knight let it go, took a sip from his teacup and said, "I didn't let them talk."

"This is my place. If you don't obey, you will suffer."

Long Ming felt inexplicably that the Judgment Knight at this moment was like a big brother in black.

"But I think I have a few questions for them."

"Well, then you can ask." The trial knight knocked on the table.

The black magician in the cell immediately moved away from the magic cat.

Long Ming walked into them: "Do you know about the Lone Wolf Mercenary Group? Did they throw the abducted cubs to you? What are you doing with the scent glands of those cubs?"

The black mage looked at each other without speaking.

Long Ming looked at them displeased.

Finally a black magician spoke, his voice was too low to speak out: "You lied to us, how inhumane is the Temple of Light, that trial knight has been torturing us."

"I must have lied to you." Long Ming spoke uprightly, without guilt at all, with awe-inspiring justice: "You are villains, why should you be nice to you?"

"You!" The black mage blushed angrily.

"Then are you going to say it or not?" Long Ming glanced at the big cat that was watching eagerly.

"I know, it's usually given to us by Princess Ilu, and President Rodney also knows about it." The black mage's voice was gruff, obviously reluctant: "We didn't make the scent glands, but another black mage He did, he was withdrawn, he was a master perfumer."

The black magician glanced at Satan in the middle of his speech, and continued after a while: "The spices he concocts can make people feel weak, sore and weak, and have constant minor illnesses. Anyway, they are sick."

In fact, within a few days after coming in, their group of people was almost entertained, but I don’t know why the trial knight asked them to say it again.

It's better to look at the criminal file in the hands of the trial knight.

"Tsk, what a pair of cruel parents." The trial knight bent over and rubbed the poor young master's hair, the smile on his lips was really wicked like a hooligan: "Don't be sad, little guy, do you want to join the Temple of Light? The radiance of the God of Light will warm you."

Satan raised his head, his red eyes were still bewildered.

Long Ming held his hand tightly and hugged him again: "It's okay, I will always be by your side."

"Let's go."

The young master pursed his lips, and followed his good friend out.

He doesn't have everything, he still has good friends.

When he returned to the main hall, the Pope of Light was still dealing with things with his head down, looking very busy.

"I have seen it." The Pope of Light put down his pen.

"Yes." Satan nodded, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." The Pope stepped down.

The young master glanced at Long Ming worriedly.

"It's okay, you wait for me outside, I'll be out soon, His Majesty the Pope should want to talk to me." Long Ming was not very worried, as the Guangming Temple and the Dragon Clan were not sworn enemies.

His Majesty the Pope wouldn't have darkened himself because of his debts.

"I'll just chat with Xiaolong." Pope Guangming felt that the friendship between the two children was quite interesting.

Only then did Satan let go and walked out.

The door closes automatically.

"Sit." The Pope of Light stretched out his hand.

Long Ming looked around but couldn't find a chair, where should he sit?

The Pope casually sat cross-legged on the ground, which shocked Long Ming.

Anyway, he is also a bright pope, is it really okay to be so unruly?It doesn't match the majestic and mysterious image of the first meeting!

The Pope of Light seemed to be delighted by Xiaolong's expression, and rarely smiled, although his face was still hidden in the white mist, making it hard to see clearly.

Sitting next to him, Long Ming felt his butt was cool, the white jade bricks on the ground were really cold, he had only worn a pair of pants today, and now it was chilly.

"Little dragon." The Pope of Light spoke.

Long Ming pricked up his ears, and immediately concentrated his mind: "What's the matter, His Majesty the Pope."

He must not be fooled by the Pope of Light!

"Don't be so unfamiliar, we humans and dragons have been fighting against the abyss monsters since the Holy War period, and we are mutual trusting partners." The Pope of Light took out a history book from behind and said eloquently.

Long Ming felt that His Majesty the Pope definitely didn't know the saints who were killed by their own bone dragon father during the jihad.

"You're right." Long Ming nodded in agreement.

"From the first Pope to my current term, our Temple of Light has been diligently contributing to Azerek, defending its beauty and richness, so that the people on the mainland can eat and clothe themselves warmly, but, as you know, recently the Abyss The monsters are dishonest, space cracks opened in several places a few months ago, and many monsters entered Azeric to make trouble."

Long Ming knew about this, and he silently listened to the Pope pouring out his bitterness.

"There are countless orchard crops ruined by monsters, and the losses are heavy. Our Temple of Light adheres to the principle that the God of Light loves the world, and helps them as much as possible. There are also some people who were injured and died after being attacked. In addition to psychological comfort, we also need psychological comfort. Financial support." The pope took Xiaolong's hand and patted it earnestly: "Of course, I didn't say this to make you reduce the interest by [-]%."

Long Ming: ...he seems to have vaguely guessed something.

"I just want to say that poor people on the mainland are suffering."

"Like the priests and knights sent out, they can't help others on an empty stomach, right? The temple's monthly salary for them is a huge expense."

"However, no matter how hard it is, we will not give up any suffering believer."

The Pope of Light said that he was very firm in the end, and the Holy Light shines.

"The Dragon Clan is on good terms with us, and we will definitely pay back the gems and gold coins owed during the Holy War."

Hearing this, Long Ming became suspicious. He originally thought that Pope Guangming wanted him to order less gold coins and gems, but it turned out that this was not the case. He raised his psychological vigilance again.

"but."

Sure enough, it came, Long Ming clenched his fists, ready to punch the Pope of Light if he reneged on his debt.

"Because there have been many sudden disasters in recent decades, it is very likely that the Temple of Light has more energy than it wants."

Long Ming's fist became harder.

"so."

Out of the corner of his eye, the Pope Guangming saw Xiaolong's tightly clenched fists, and said hastily.

"So I plan to leave this debt to the next Pope of Light. I believe that under his diligent rule, the Temple of Light will definitely prosper and give the Dragon Clan an explanation."

"Don't worry, I will die very quickly, in just a few decades. Maybe the next Pope of Light will take office in the time you sleep."

"You can ask him for the bill when it's down."

Long Ming: ...

Long Ming was so shocked that he couldn't speak. The operation of the Pope of Light was really beyond his expectation. He couldn't think of it. Did he curse himself like that?

Long Ming stared at the man with the Holy Light buff in a daze, and fell silent.

Thinking about it carefully, what he said is also true. According to his hard work, it is likely that he will disappear in the blink of an eye in decades. Why is it a bit miserable...

"That's what I suggest, Xiaolong." The Pope of Light patted Long Ming's hand again, like an elder: "No matter what, the friendship between us humans and dragons will last forever."

Long Ming looked at the Pope of Light, he didn't renege on his debt, he just seemed to be delaying it on purpose, what to do, let's tell the big dragons and Oreo.

"I see, His Majesty the Pope, the friendship between the dragon clan and humans will last forever." Long Ming shouted.

"Good boy, I still have to work, so I won't keep you." The Pope of Light stood up and got ready to work.

Long Ming suddenly remembered one thing: "Your Majesty, can I see Brian Lei Luo?"

The Temple of Light was stunned, and then agreed: "Yes, you sit here, and I'll let the Judgment Knight come over." After speaking, he pressed the black bell on the seat.

Not long after, the trial knight came over, and he saluted politely.

"His Majesty the Pope."

The pope waved his hand: "Xiaolong wants to see Brian, let him see him once."

"Yes." The trial knight bowed and said respectfully.

Long Ming followed behind him, took Satan's hand and walked towards the Tower of Judgment.

"Xiaolong, you are quite capable, and you actually got the Pope's consent." The trial knight put his hands behind his head and cast a sidelong glance at Long Ming.

Long Ming proudly puffed out his chest.

Satan couldn't help laughing. Holding the lantern, he found Celia looking around.

The three returned to the Tower of Judgment again.

Long Ming sat on the wooden box-like elevator, felt the tension of Satan next to him, and comforted him in a low voice: "Don't be afraid, it's just weightlessness."

"Yeah." The young master squeezed towards his good friend.

The Judgment Knight pressed the pause button, and Long Ming came out with a small lamp and led Satan, and saw the evil spirit at a glance.

I saw two cells in front of me.

One is evil spirit.

One is a rock troll with a height of three meters. He is really as black as coal, with exaggerated muscles. I can babble in my mouth, but I dare not write.

These papers are too fragile.

The Jelly Evil Spirit floated in mid-air, and in front of it was a virtual board, holding a broken twig in its hand, screaming hoarsely: "Is the thing in your head made of stone, ah, thirteen eggs You ate five, didn’t I just teach you this question one, two, three, four, five, six, seven times? Why did you forget it so quickly, ah, are you trying to piss me off? Say , How many eggs are left!!!”

Long Ming felt a mess in the wind, and he felt the familiar retarded breath on that black-skinned rock demon.

The trial knight coughed lightly, and explained: "The abyss monster caught not long ago happened to have no cell, so let him live next to Brian."

His voice was quickly drowned out in the thundering voice of the black-skinned rock troll.

"Boo, Brian, don't be mad."

"Then tell me how many eggs are left!" Brian was already swollen with anger, and his voice was actually louder than that of the troll.

"Yes, it should be nine, nine." The black-skinned rock troll bowed his head and counted his fingers.

"Ah, ah, I'm going crazy, I'm going crazy, today either you die or I live, my God, are all the monsters in the abyss with your IQ?" Brian felt that he had been demented by anger, too Difficult, it is too difficult for him, woohoo, no one knows that he is suffering.

"There are smart ones, and our Lord Demon King is very smart." The black-skinned rock troll said honestly. He carefully glanced at the evil spirit who was acting as a teacher temporarily, and answered Brian's question awkwardly: "I Heads are made of stone."

"Stop talking." Brian calmed down: "Let's die together today, I can't teach you."

The black-skinned rock troll scratched his head: "Well, how many eggs are there? I ate five of the thirteen eggs, so there are still nine left?"

"Oh, my God, look at your clever little brain, it almost turned into dough after being mashed in it, of course you are right, it is nine, yes, yes, it is nine, put the answer Write it up, write it!" Brian said, his expression lost control again, he roared wildly, and sprayed his face on the face of the black-skinned rock troll.

Long Ming and Satan, who were on the sidelines, had already hugged each other with laughter, and Celia also covered her mouth and giggled, trying not to let herself make a sound.

The Judgment Knight looked at the sky, thinking that Bryan was not crazy, but he was considered strong. After all, not everyone has the courage to teach the rock troll, he is a stubborn and forgetful guy.