Silver Dragon [Western Fantasy]

The Eighteenth Prince didn't dare to look at him, but Samir looked at him and greeted the Eighteenth Prince.

"Walk?"

"Let's go." The Eighteenth Prince grinned, showing a hearty smile.

When they arrived at the arena, Samir put on a mask and began to watch the family game. If there was anything he didn't know, he turned to ask the eighteenth prince.Because of Nuo Exiu's absence, the Eighteenth Prince was forced to sit beside him, his back was extremely stiff, and his face still maintained a nonchalant look.

He would always involuntarily imagine what happened in that room. When the Eighteenth Prince occasionally glanced over, he could see the tooth marks on Samir's neck near the collarbone. Even though Samir was dressed so thickly, he couldn't completely hide it.

In the afternoon, when the game was coming to an end, Samir saw the ghost snake again.

"Hey, can he still participate in the competition?" Samir asked.

The Eighteenth Prince explained: "This is a resurrection match, but I haven't heard that the Nether Snake family will give the failed members the resurrection qualification."

Samir smiled slightly: "You know these families quite well."

"I usually have nothing to do, so I just have to inquire about the stories of these families for fun, haha."

Samir asked: "I see that Nuo Exiu is very busy. They are all princes. Why are you so idle?"

The Eighteenth Prince immediately said: "He is the fourth prince, and I am the eighteenth. It must be different. The fourth brother is indeed very busy, but only with him can the Orc Empire run normally. He is very powerful."

He added: "Besides, there are only so many things in total. His Majesty the King and the fourth brother have done it. Naturally, the younger brothers like us can only do nothing every day, eat, drink and enjoy themselves. It is enough not to cause trouble to them."

"Do you have many younger brothers?" Samir asked curiously: "How many people are there in the royal family now?"

The Eighteenth Prince scratched his head: "The youngest seems to be ranked 59th, and I can't remember exactly..."

Samir was taken aback. All he had come into contact with before was the Yuren, a race that was dying out, as well as the Mermaid and Elf races that were difficult to reproduce.The Dragon Clan is currently maintaining a state of balance, but this balance may be broken at any time.

It was the first time for Samir to hear that the royal family had fifty or sixty descendants. Apart from being surprised, he was silently envious, and felt that the quality of the offspring born in this way did not know how.

He couldn't help asking: "Do other families have so many births?"

The Eighteenth Prince shook his head: "Of course not. Generally speaking, a family will have about seven or eight descendants. I heard that the father and king did not have so many descendants in the past. Probably because there is nothing to do after recuperation, hahahaha...Look, the competition is about to it's over!"

He always felt a little embarrassed talking about these things with Samir, and quickly changed the topic to the arena.Samir didn't ask any further questions, but turned his head to look at the field. The game was indeed coming to an end, and the winner was the Nether Snake.

"He is more calm than last time." Samir said, "The methods are also more ruthless. If we face the Wild Blood Lion now, I don't know who will win."

The Eighteenth Prince smirked: "Actually, I don't quite understand these things, I'm just joining in the fun."

Samir smiled noncommittally, then stood up.The game was over, they left the arena, it was dusk outside, and it was getting colder, Samir was standing outside the carriage in a snow-white sable fur, with that ghost mask on his face, looking towards the sky, wondering What.

"See you tomorrow, Dan." Samir said, looking down on him.

The Eighteenth Prince was going to help him into the carriage. At some point, he always felt that Samir was weak, probably because he was brought back by Nuo Exiu as a "prey" when they met for the first time. And the heavy chains around his wrists.

Samir smiled and boarded the carriage by himself.

The Eighteenth Prince withdrew his hand, feeling a little lucky.

After all, it's the fourth brother's prey...

However, how could Samir be an ordinary person if he was able to look like he was able to do a job in this situation.

It's better to stay away, it's better to stay away.

But he said see you tomorrow...

The Eighteenth Prince covered his face in the dusk, his light red curly hair was wrinkled, and his ears were drooping.

When Samir returned, Nuo Exiu had just finished his work.Samir was sitting in the room, flipping through an illustrated book of orc blood, when Nuo Xiu pushed open the door, saw him in the room, and then exhaled slowly.

"You're back." Samir raised his head from the book and said casually, "You look a bit tired, why don't you come over and take a rest."

Noah Xiu walked over quickly and threw Samir on the ground. The book slipped from the table and hit the carpet with a blunt sound.

Samir looked up helplessly and pushed his head away. Noah held him tightly, almost suffocating him.

Samir had no choice but to touch Noah's head, and then touched the furry ears on his head.

The ears are pointed, with thin edges, and a layer of soft flesh inside, which is very soft and warm to the touch. The fur there is also red and smooth, softer than the hair on the top of the head.After touching it twice, Samir touched the blood vessels on the edge of the ear, and his subordinate's ear moved, and he hid secretly...

Samir's eyes lit up, and he touched the ear from the tip of the ear to the root of the ear. Nuo Exiu's reaction became even bigger. He hugged Samir, panted heavily, then raised his head, and said pitifully, "Don't touch..."

The corners of his eyes were red, and the narrow eye sockets were slightly widened, covered with a layer of watery light.

"Ah, it's more sensitive here, isn't it?" Samir withdrew his hand, Nuo Exiu froze for a moment, lowered his head sullenly, buried it on his neck, and took a deep breath.

"Let me eat... Forget it, take a bite, okay?" Nuo Exiu asked Samir's consent, and then took a bite without waiting for Samir's response.

...Would the wolfhound relax in this way? No way, Noah Xiu just wanted to bite him!

Samir gasped because of the pain. After Noah Xiu let him go, he performed a small healing technique on himself. During his time in the Orc Empire, his small healing technique improved by leaps and bounds, and his experience increased a lot.

"Are you busy?" Samir sat back and asked, "Anyway, there are so many brothers and ministers, so I'll leave the chores to them."

Nuo Xiu picked up the illustration book on the ground, put it in front of Samir, and said, "They will mess it up, I still prefer to do these things by myself."

Samir was thoughtful: "You really care about the orc empire."

Anyway, Noah Xiu was really trying to do things for the Orc Empire.

Nuo Exiu smiled softly: "Because the orc empire will become my strength, of course the stronger the better."

Samir: "You say that as if running a country is easy."

"It's not easy at all. It's tiring. There are a lot of things to deal with. Illness, poverty, war, profit division... Accidents happen one after another. If they are not resolved in time, it will become a disaster." Nuo Exiu half-knelt beside him, lying on his stomach On his lap, said: "But this is better than being locked in a tower."

Samir patted his head.

Noah was quiet for a while, and Samir was reading a book under the light. The illustrated book recorded most of the existing bloodlines of the orcs - the development level of the orc empire was higher than that of the Northern Alliance in some aspects, such as their book paper It is more delicate and white, because it is made of wood, and the writing method is also different.

There are also many unique delicacies here. The different races in the orc empire have a lot of blood, gathered together and fused with each other, resulting in many interesting reactions.

But the mainstream bloodlines are still wolves, lions, bears...

After a while, Nuo Exiu suddenly said, "Didn't Dan send you back today?"

Samir said, "I came back by myself."

Nuo Exiu reached out and touched his wrist, and with a light touch, the chain was automatically released.

"It's very hard to wear this every day." Nuo Exiu looked at him distressedly, and said, "But there is no way, who makes Samir always think about running away, and I can only rest assured if I let you wear the chain."

Samir: ...is it my fault?

Nuo Exiu gently kneaded the skin on his wrist and said, "It would be nice if you didn't always think about running away."

Samir paused for a moment: "I don't think so for the time being... But, even if the Eighteenth Prince is here, don't you feel relieved?"

Nuo Exiu shook his head: "Although he is smart and keen, and has strong insight, he is not firm in his will and is easily shaken." Samir blinked, wondering what does not firm in will mean.

Noah turned over his hand, grinded it with his sharp teeth on the throbbing veins of the wrist, and then licked it again. Samir always felt that he would bite it down.

"Rest." Nuo Exiu said, "Let Dan take you out to play tomorrow."

The next morning, Samir was arrested and drugged again. He stared at the glass of wine mixed with Noah's blood, frowned and hid for a while.Nuo Exiu leaned over and said, "Haven't you gotten used to drinking yet?"

Samir: "I'll never get used to drinking this kind of thing."

Nuo Exiu: "It should have no taste."

It is true that there is not even a smell of blood in it. Nuo Exiu's blood is definitely not pure blood, but Samir is not a race with special hobbies. Drinking this thing every day must make him feel uncomfortable.

Samir: "Will you tell me what this is for?"

Nuo Exiu smiled: "It won't hurt you anyway, didn't I say that my blood is a good thing, it can even make you stronger."

Samir: "I don't want to become stronger in this way..."

"It's a pity that other people don't think like you." Nuo Exiu nodded and took a step forward: "Shall I feed you?"

Samir: "No."

He took a glass of blood wine from Nuo Exiu, raised his head and drank it himself.

Compared with this, he suddenly felt how simple and happy it was to drink dew before.

...Wait, why put two bad things together and compare which one is worse.

Samir clicked his tongue and put down his glass.Nuo Exiu came over, wiped the water from the corner of his mouth, and then put on the mask for him.

"That's good too." Nuo Exiu kissed his eyes through the ghost's face.Then bowed his head and put handcuffs on him.

Samir's eyelashes trembled slightly, he stood up and said, "I'm going first."

Nuo Exiu: "Well, Dan is waiting outside."

Noah put on the robe for him again, Samir straightened the mask on his face, and then walked out of the room.

As soon as he went out, he looked at Dan at the door.The Eighteenth Prince was lying on the railing, facing the outside, his head drooping, and his furry ears drooping listlessly.The tail behind him was flicking back and forth in agitation, and the reddish fur was flying in the air.

"Won't you go bald if you lose your hair like this?" Samir asked.

The Eighteenth Prince jumped up suddenly, and argued: "I won't be bald! This is just the hair loss period!"

His tail immediately retracted behind him, and his ears were pricked up, retracting forcefully inward.Samir found it obvious to observe the emotions of the orcs, since the ears and tails gave away their thoughts.

Samir smiled under the mask, and the laughter became deep and ambiguous through the mask. He looked at the lush light red curly hair of the Eighteenth Prince, and thought of Nuo Exiu's big tail that covered his whole body enough to be used as a quilt. Are they all so hairy?

Samir and the Eighteenth Prince got into the carriage, and the Eighteenth Prince leaned against the corner with his tail hanging obediently, occupying as little space as possible.

Despite this, some light red hairs were still raised in the carriage. Samir stared at the tail hairs flying in the air under the sun, and asked, "Is this the hair loss period?"

The Eighteenth Prince hugged his tail and whimpered in grievance.

He doesn't want to do this either, but this kind of thing is completely out of his control.

When they arrived at the arena, they still sat in the same positions as before. Samir will see some bloodlines and compare them with what he saw in the illustrated book, and occasionally ask the Eighteenth Prince, and find that the records in the illustrated book are somewhat outdated. In the past ten years or so, the empire has produced some new bloodlines.

"So, even an orc doesn't necessarily know all bloodlines?" Samir asked.

The Eighteenth Prince: "Of course, there are so many after all, everyone still only pays attention to the more bloodlines, or the bloodlines that are closely related to themselves."

Samir let out a long sigh. He touched his mask, pointed to the two orcs who were fighting below, and asked, "Maybe they are wearing masks to participate in the competition?"

"Of course, some orcs just don't want to show their faces." After the Eighteenth Prince finished speaking, he looked at him in horror: "What are you going to do?"

Samir thought to himself, the Eighteenth Prince is really as sensitive as Nuo Exiu said, but his shortcomings are also obvious.

Samir stood up, took off his robe, and said, "I have something to do, let's go first."

The Eighteenth Prince stood up: "Don't walk around, you, you still have chains on you."

"Because of this, you don't have to worry about me escaping." Samir raised his hand, revealing the chains inside: "I promise not to be within the scope of this arena."

Eighteenth Prince: "What are you going to do?"

Samir's face was as usual: "Excuse me, do you want to go with me?"

The Eighteenth Prince whimpered and watched Samir walk away.

This is his shortcoming. If it was Nuo Exiu, he would definitely be able to stop Samir, but the Eighteenth Prince could only watch Samir leave with teary eyes, and then scratched his head thinking about how to explain to Nuo Exiu.

He could probably guess what Samir was going to do.

The Eighteenth Prince hesitated for a moment, but followed secretly.

After Samir left the stands, he performed the transformation technique for himself. He stood in front of a smooth mirror and looked at the two round ears on top of his head.

Samir reached out and touched his ears, but he didn't feel anything special. It was the same as when he transformed into an elf. The elves' ears were also very sensitive, but he didn't feel anything when Atlans touched his ears.

Elf...

Samir shook his head, then put the ghost mask away, and put on the snow-white cat mask.So he wore a pair of furry round ears and a cat mask, and walked into the backstage of the arena.

The Eighteenth Prince wailed behind him, and he really had the idea.

The backstage was actually very busy, and there were many orcs queuing up, many of them wearing masks.However, Samir was still quite awkward among them, because those round ears looked very harmless. The orcs participating in the competition here could be seen from the thin and sharp ears, and they were not easy to mess with.

A staff member came over and asked him what he was doing here.

"I'm here to sign up for the competition," Samir said.

The staff looked at his ears, and then looked at his figure: "This kind of competition is very dangerous. There have been herbivorous bloodlines participating in the past, but the results were very miserable. You should think about it."

There is no tail yet, maybe it is too short, the staff thought.

The Eighteenth Prince sneaked into the backstage, listened carefully to the movement with his ears open, and nodded inwardly when he heard the words, think again, Samir, please.

Samir moved his ears, he didn't expect to be recognized as a herbivore, let alone the staff here would even try to persuade him.He said firmly: "I definitely want to participate."

"Okay." The staff didn't say much, and asked him to sign up directly: "You have to start from the most elementary competitions, and advance to the level by accumulating points. The higher the level, the more rewards you will get after winning, and there is a possibility To be seen by big men."

Samir thought that he had already been spotted by a big shot, and was thinking about how to run away, so he replied, "Got it."

The staff took out a roster and asked, "What's the name?"

Samir looked up and thought for a moment: "Lang Luo."

It looks like a fake name, but there are many orcs participating in the competition with fake names, and the staff doesn't mind. He held up the roster and asked, "Can you write your own name?"

Samir nodded, so the staff turned the roster towards him, gave him a pen, and asked him to write his name on it.

Samir raised his hand with the pen, revealing the iron chain underneath.

The staff froze for a moment, quickly took back the roster, and looked at him suspiciously: "You must be a fugitive who escaped from somewhere!"

Samir: "Of course not, do you think there are herbivorous fugitives recently?"

The Eighteenth Prince hiding in the dark: "..."

He actually forgot for a while that Samir was still wearing handcuffs. After all, Samir behaved very freely, without any sense of restraint, which made him ignore the existence of handcuffs involuntarily.

However, isn't Samir's acceptance of this herbivorous bloodline too fast?And it was used so quickly!

Although he still doesn't know what Samir's real body is, he is definitely not a herbivore!That staff member, don't rely on your ears to recognize people!

After Samir explained, the staff was still puzzled: "Then what are you?"

He pointed to the heavy looking black chain.

Samir glanced down and said in a deep voice, "This is a tool to suppress my strength."

staff member:"……"

Eighteenth Prince: "..."

From a certain point of view, it is true.

The staff thought for a while, and let him write his name, and then said to Samir: "You wait here first, I will arrange a number for you, and see when I can call."

Samir asked, "Can't we fight now?"

The staff said: "I can't play today. You can see how many people are lined up. There are also elite and family competitions. You have to take your time."

Samir groaned and sat down.

After a while, the Eighteenth Prince sneaked over, sat beside him, and whispered, "Samir, why don't we go back."

Samir turned his head and glanced at him: "So you can recognize me?"

The Eighteenth Prince's tail frantically swayed on the ground: "I'm not blind! It's obvious!"

Samir smiled: "That's not necessarily... I won't go back."

Seeing that he couldn't be persuaded, the Eighteenth Prince was very anxious: "Besides, it may not be your turn today, so go back first, it's too messy here."

Samir shook his head: "Go back first, it's better to go to the stage to watch it than to watch it backstage later."

The Eighteenth Prince looked at him suspiciously, at this moment, the staff member rushed back and asked, "Lang Luo, a contestant has a problem suddenly, and the other contestants have been arranged, can you join now? "

Samir stood up and said calmly, "Yes."

The staff breathed a sigh of relief, and then guided him to the preparation area. Samir turned his head and gestured to the stunned Eighteenth Prince, signaling him to watch the stage.

The Eighteenth Prince jumped up and walked over to grab Samir's wrist. What he touched was a hard and cold iron chain. He felt a strange feeling in his heart and said anxiously, "How can I explain to Fourth Brother that you are like this!"

Samir looked at him calmly through the mask.

"I'll tell him myself, you don't have to worry."

"No, I..." The Eighteenth Prince moved his lips, but couldn't speak.

Samir raised his hand and said, "This is the first time you have physical contact with me, why, dare to touch me?"

The Eighteenth Prince immediately let go of his hand like an electric shock.

But the feeling of touching the iron chain still remained in his palm.

He took a deep breath and calmed down:

"Don't look so leisurely from above, the arena is very dangerous! If you don't pay attention, you will die, and you are wearing this thing, if, if..."

There was a smile in Samir's eyes: "So you were worried about me, but it's okay, I was just suppressed, and it's not that I can't do anything. Moreover, I have encountered more dangerous situations than this... "

He thought for a while, then leaned into the Eighteenth Prince's ear and said, "This orc empire, how can there be anything more dangerous than being by Nuo Exiu's side, don't you think so, Dan?"

The author has something to say:

Every attack I write is a social animal (except for sea monsters.

An attack without a job has no existence value (.

In fact, Samir also has a job. He is the kind of adventurer who relies on exploring secret places, taking risks, and completing some difficult tasks to accumulate wealth.

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Someone invited an artist to paint a picture of "Dan Outside the Door".

The artist drew a scene of Samir and Noah in the room.

The man asked: who is this?

The artist said: Samir and Noah.

The man asked: what are they doing?

Painter: Confrontation.

The man asked: Where is Dan?

Painter: Dan is outside the door.

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The Orc Empire is indeed written more hilariously.

After all, he is an orc with animal nature, so it is more straightforward...

I was also suppressed by the power ah ah ah ah!

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!