The Crowned God [West Fantasy]

Camillo slowed down, and the two landed on the platform outside the rock wall.

The guard outside the door looked up at a dragon clansman and a demon slave girl descending from the sky, and was extremely shocked. The one who could do this with spiritual pressure must be a warrior with high prestige in the clan, but he had never seen this person before.

I saw that the Dragon Clan man straightened his clothes without haste, raised his eyes to look at him, and the moment his eyes met, the overwhelming spiritual pressure suddenly burst out.

The guard was unsteady and almost fell to the ground, this spiritual pressure is too strong!He had to tense his body and stood up with difficulty as if he was holding a jack. He panted heavily and asked in cold sweat, "Who are you?"

Linda blinked curiously, what happened to the guard?Do you have a stomachache?Since Camelot's spiritual pressure skillfully avoided Linda, she didn't feel the pressure at all.

Camillo said coldly, "Let Bass come out and meet me."

The guard tremblingly walked into the house holding the door railing. A moment later, a spiritual pressure that rivaled his was suddenly released from the house, offsetting his coercion.The door was slammed open, and a man with a black beard came out from inside. He was much taller than ordinary people, and his strong and thick limbs showed the roughness and wildness of an orc.

Bass stayed in the valley all year round to manage the slaves, and did not participate in the attack on Lingling Island three years ago, so he did not recognize the young master Camilo, but he took a look at this person and couldn't help but feel puzzled.

The climate in Dragon Valley is harsh, and it is exposed to the wind and sun all year round. However, this man has thin skin and tender flesh. His appearance and temperament are very similar to those of a celestial being. What's more, he is wearing a satin robe embroidered with silver borders. , and only Lord Qigui prefers this kind of flashy clothing.

Under balance, Bass withdrew the murderous spirit pressure, and asked deeply, "Are you looking for me?"

"Is this lady named Linda under your control?" Camillo wondered why this person's attitude suddenly changed, but since the other party treated him with courtesy, he quickly withdrew his spiritual pressure.

"That's right, all the slaves are managed by me, Bass."

Camillo: "My reason for coming is also very simple. I want her to belong to me one day in a week without anyone else interfering."

Want a woman?Bass laughed out jokingly, the man in front of him was only about sixteen or seventeen years old, and he actually made the idea of ​​a female slave. He had seen too many similar requests, and besides, this kid looked like he belonged to Young master, he doesn't want to involve the upper dragon clan because of such a trivial matter.

Bass waved his hand indifferently and said, "It's not a big deal, I agree."

Linda was overjoyed. She didn't expect that the cage that had trapped her for many years would be released in this way, even if it was about sex.In the name of slavery, but at least she can go home and watch the children every week.

She was about to thank Camillo when she saw that his face was terribly gloomy.

Camillo didn't expect his words to be misinterpreted into such a nasty meaning, which means that this kind of thing must be common in the Dragon Clan. In addition, Linda is good-looking. If he said a word today, she would be reduced to sex.I don't know how many clansmen will do anything to her in the future.

"I've changed my mind," he said coldly, "I want Linda to be completely mine."

Bass couldn't help laughing with his hips on his hips. As expected, a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers. "Boy, do you know that slaves are the public property of the Dragon Clan, and you can't just ask for it!"

Another guard jokingly said: "Hahaha boy, you have to know how to share in order to be a strong brother!" Everyone behind him laughed, and countless wretched eyes turned red.bare.Naked to Linda's chest.

Linda couldn't help but shyly stood behind Camillo. At this moment, she suddenly felt a warm air enveloping her like an invisible shield.

Camillo raised his eyebrows and walked forward, "What if I insist?"

In the scorching hot and dry air of Longgu, murderous intent spread step by step.

The guard who spoke rudely just now was crushed inch by inch by the awe-inspiring murderous aura, bent his knees, and then knelt down heavily, "Ahhh!" He felt like his kneecaps were about to crack.

Bass, who smelled the fighting spirit, licked his lips and narrowed his pupils slightly: "Very well, then come and grab it. If you win, my slave girl will be yours!"

He single-handedly drew his sword out of its sheath, and a rough murderous aura surged into the sky. Bass' saber was twice as big as an ordinary person's, and the back of the sword was inlaid with nine steel rings.

Seeing that he didn't have a saber, Bass winked at his men, "Don't say I'm bullying you, lend him your saber."

"No need." He replied indifferently, his five fingers turned into claws, and he leaped forward, his figure turned into a flash of white light, only hearing the rustling of the grass and trees being blown by the air current, but he was nowhere to be seen.

Bass stared at the front calmly, the blade slowly turned in his hand, and suddenly a figure was reflected.

Not allowing him to react, Linglie's Reiatsu was like overwhelming mountains and seas, and in an instant, Bass quickly raised his knife and slashed at him.

The sharp claws collided violently with the blade, and countless lightning burst out.

Camillo's sharp eyes were like eagles hunting, and the strength in his hands was still getting heavier. Bass was shocked. He had never thought that someone could fight empty-handed. Even if there was, it would never be such a person. young guy.

"Hey!" Linda was worried about Camillo's safety, and wanted to rush up to persuade him to stop, but the shield was as solid as a rock, no matter how hard she beat it, it would be of no avail.

Bass originally thought that this kid would not be able to pass three moves under his hands, but he did not expect that the first move had forced him to exert all his strength.

He was sweating, thinking, what is the origin of this man?

"Father!" A thin boy squeezed out from behind the crowd. When he saw Camillo, anger appeared on his face, "It's you again! Do you know who my father is? How presumptuous! "

Camillo recognized him. He was the boy who led the trouble at Kai's gate this morning.He knew how heavy this person was, and was worried that the spiritual pressure would accidentally hurt him at this moment, so he quickly stopped and took a big step back.

Bass heaved a sigh of relief. Fortunately, his son appeared in time. If he really had to compete, he would really lose to this young man, and the slave owner would lose face in front of everyone.

"Father, he's the bastard who fought with me this morning!" The boy couldn't wait to complain to Bass.

It turned out to be the son of a slave owner. Camillo raised his eyebrows. He really inherited his father's good ideas.

The boy looked at him arrogantly, completely without the pitiful appearance of being beaten up in the morning. He firmly believed that his father was a high-ranking and powerful man and would definitely avenge him.

But Bass has a completely different idea. This is a good opportunity for him to get out of the body.

"Ahem," he said pretending to be suddenly enlightened, "so you are the one that Gouzi met in the morning. I heard that you are under the command of the blue bird?"

Camillo frowned, his acting skills were...too blunt.

Before he could open his mouth, Bass laughed to himself: "Hahaha, since he's a blue bird, it's easy to say, he's just a slave, just take it."

"Father!" The boy didn't know the situation, and suddenly became unhappy, "Father, you will obey the blue bird sometime, you are obviously Lord Shura's subordinate!"

It's really a good job to disassemble.

Camillo raised the corners of his lips, glanced slowly across the crowd, and said arrogantly: "I am not a subordinate of the blue bird, I am the man who will soon become the next patriarch of the Dragon Clan!"

What?Everyone was shocked!

Bass clenched his fists angrily, and the veins on his arms bulged: "Bold, to speak such wild words!"

His son also scolded: "Don't die, right? Tell me again if you have the ability."

Camillo opened his mouth unhurriedly. This time he used the voice amplification technique in the spirit speech skill, and every word resounded through the valley: "I, Camillo, am about to become the next patriarch of the Dragon Clan!"

In an instant, the children playing in the valley, the woman drying the quilt, and the strong men exchanging skills all stopped their work immediately. They were surprised at first, and then replaced by angry shock. He looked up at the palace above his head.

Great Lord Roger, please show up to punish that arrogant guy just now!

The door of the palace was slowly opened, and a tall figure stepped out, the sunlight stretched his shadow behind him, and every step was as mighty and domineering as a superior.Roger quickly stepped over the railing, turned over and sat on the edge of the platform, with the deep valley below his feet, and everyone looked forward to him.

The clansmen held their breath and waited for Roger's order with great reverence. As long as the lord said a word, they would rush forward and tear that arrogant kid to pieces.

But Roger didn't say a word, he just propped his forehead lazily and looked towards Bath's mansion.

Camillo also turned his head, looking at him solemnly and calmly.

This was supposed to be a look at each other filled with the smell of gunpowder, at least the clansmen thought so, but Roger suddenly burst out laughing, breaking the silence of the entire Dragon Valley. He lowered his head and laughed several times in succession. sound, then turned back inside the railing, walked back to the palace, and the figure just disappeared in front of everyone.

What the hell does this mean?Everyone was at a loss, could it be a tacit consent?

"Tch, I don't know why." Camillo raised his eyebrows disapprovingly. He untied Linda's shield, picked her up and flew out of the residence.

At this time, some dragon warriors recognized that this man named Camilo was very similar to the young master rescued by Lingdao three years ago.

Simply, just one person!

That night, Roger was blocked at the door by representatives of the Dragon Trainers.

"Master patriarch, the young master is not someone else, Linda is the breeder of the dragon group!"

Roger half-closed his eyes lazily: "It's just a woman, you just need to find another one."

"It's really one in a hundred to train a breeder who can be accepted by the dragon group, no, no, one in a thousand, ten thousand..."

"It's so annoying." Roger picked up the man's collar and carried him all the way outside the palace. "My son is a woman, so stop talking nonsense."

"But the breeder..." The man wanted to beg, but the soles of his feet were already hanging in the air, and he was too scared to speak out.

"Huh? Isn't it the job of your dragon trainers to raise dragons? I'm going to sleep." After speaking, Roger let go lazily and threw the man off the cliff.

He turned around and gave a long yawn before going back to sleep.

The dragon trainer howled and fell down the valley, when a dragon shadow suddenly appeared and accurately caught the dragon trainer's body.Luckily, he wheezed.Fortunately, he is a dragon trainer, otherwise, with his spiritual pressure level, he would not die or be disabled if he fell.