Under the Red Dragon.

Chapter 321 The Heroic King
The fishy and salty sea breeze blew in, carrying with it a strange scent.

That was the legendary creature clearly demonstrating its existence between heaven and earth.

Just like the mark on the fluttering sail flag hung on the three-story-high masted ship on the endless sea, the breath is as mysterious as the invisible fine net in the abyss.

The dark and evil will is hidden in the deepest part. It is the spider demon in the center of the spider web, quietly waiting for its prey to enter the web. The countless spreading auras are the hunting web of this spider demon.

It is rare to find a legendary strong man who can so unscrupulously show off his presence in the world.

It's not because this act of outlining the world would consume energy. Such energy consumption is negligible for a legend.

It’s because once Legend does this, it shows an irreconcilable attitude and is a naked challenge.

No legend can tolerate the other party easily controlling the world space in front of him, because that means the other party has the intention of suppressing him with the power of heaven and earth.

But the breath from the sea was released and then retracted, obviously not for any other purpose, but to tell the owner of this land that guests have arrived.

The white dragon Gemot slightly frowned the icy scales between his brows. In his perception, there was not just one legendary will demonstrating its presence in this breath, but two.

Gmot looked at Kalon, who was sitting on the wooden chair made from the trees chopped down by the god Naga Galun, and found that Kalon did not show any emotion.

Then the White Dragon Gmot gently waved his sharp claws, signaling the guards of the Royal Guards and the Golden Guards who had sensed the fluctuations in the aura around them and became alert to disperse. There was no need to be overly cautious, so as not to undermine the prestige of the empire.

On the cliff behind the two dragonborns, sixteen spell borrowers wearing black hoods quietly appeared.

These guys, called Borrowers, are actually priests. They wear the emblem of the magic dragon god Kresska on their chest robes. They represent the messengers of miracles and the mysterious power of magic light.

Because these priests are not believers of the magic dragon god Kresska, and they are unwilling to convert to the faith of the dragon god, they are called borrowers of magic who borrow the power of the dragon god.

The sixteen borrowers of magic gently placed their scepters inlaid with magic gems and dragon god emblems on the rocks and quietly looked at the approaching fleet.

Huge black ravens were screaming loudly, and countless white seagulls were scattered in the sky in panic.

Because the size of these ravens is far larger than that of normal ravens.

In the world of Ekania, ravens are large, spiritual birds, the largest and smartest birds, and their naturally grown size is comparable to that of eagles in the sky.

But among this group of ravens with red eyes, green wings and black bodies, the smallest one actually reached about two meters in size.

The largest of them was the raven, with huge wings that gleamed with a purple-blue metallic luster. The feathers on its throat and chest were as long as steel lanceolate feathers, and its several dark claws looked as if they had the sharp power to split mountains and rocks.

The two red eyes were filled with a strong spiritual glow, and they used their quacking sounds to command all the black-winged ravens.

"The Lord of Darknest, the Toxic Queen Sharros not only rules over a portion of the drow elves in the Underdark, but also over many monsters from Darknest, as well as the race she came from."

The white dragon Gmot whispered, "Among the warriors in Shalos's army, biological weapons and alchemy warriors account for nearly half. These ravens seem to be the air army under the command of this poisonous queen."

Karon nodded slightly, revealing his fierce teeth. "Although the individual strength of these ravens cannot be compared with the flying dragons of the empire, they seem to be as smart as those flying dragons."

"Most importantly, as a biological alchemy army, the ravens have the ability to gather in groups and reproduce quickly, which are advantages that the imperial dragons cannot match."

Gmot also nodded. Although Bailong believed that the Golden Empire's military power was not afraid of any race or country in the world of Ekania, even the elite legions of the two hegemonic empires in the central continent might not be stronger than the empire's military power.

But the White Dragon will not underestimate the power of other civilized races. He can despise the enemy strategically, but he must take the enemy's strength seriously tactically.

As a raven army with strong intelligence and high-level social activities, the white dragon Gmot has been silently thinking about what methods he would need to use to quickly eliminate the enemy's air warriors and destroy the enemy's advantage of flexible eyes and ears if a war broke out between the empire and the Dark Nest.

As dusk approached, there were a lot of ships on the sea, and many fishing boats and merchant ships returning to the port entered the harbor one after another.

But the fleet of the Dark Nest was slowly approaching on the sea, attracting the attention of many people.

Although the Golden Empire's position has never been deeply tied to those evil forces, in the eyes of many people, the country established by the dragon is inherently evil. However, compared with other evil races and civilizations, the dragon's empire pays more attention to order.

Even many people in the Golden Empire find it difficult to admit that their country belongs to the good camp and can only be considered neutral at best.

After all, whether it is the rulers of this country or the people of this country, there will always be an internal driving force from the unified will and culture of civilization, driving the people of this country to continue to expand and develop outward.

However, expanding outward means war and bloodshed.

However, although the other races were surprised, they did not care too much. After all, the natural conclusion between evil forces was a tacit unspoken rule.

Only some elves showed worried looks on their faces.

These elves from the Western Kingdoms are worried that the Dragon Empire and the drow of the Dark Lair will reach some kind of alliance and give up their covenant with the Elf Kingdom. After all, the Empire's current tone is still between yes and no.

However, these onlookers did not notice that a small boat was emerging from the fleet of the Lord of the Dark Nest and was swaying towards the distant cliffs by the sea.

This small boat looks somewhat similar to the goblin submarine sold by the Goblin Merchant Corps in the Central Continent. It is like an elliptical cone cutting through the waves.

There were only three tall figures standing on the boat, and a few sparse drow servant elves were steering the boat. The goblin's magic engine roared with a low sound, driving the boat quickly.

But when the boat was still hundreds of meters away from the platform under the cliff, Gmot looked at Caron who was still indifferent, sighed slightly, then stretched out his claws helplessly and dipped them into the sea water.

Click, click, click,

A freezing cold air emanated from the claws of the white dragon Gmot, instantly freezing the sea water that was surging and hitting the platform in front of it into ice.

The thick ice layer was several meters high, and all the surging waves were smoothed by the power of the white dragon, freezing into a flat, smooth, ten-meter-wide ice road, which quickly rushed towards the boat.

"Well done, Gmot, your control over power has reached an extremely detailed level," Caron patted his butt and stood up seriously.

The dragon's naturally huge size and powerful strength, as well as the vast magic power brought by its bloodline are the capital that the dragon relies on to roam the world, but whether it is the dragon's heritage or the dragon's own habits, most dragons ignore the sophisticated manipulation of their power.

Because the dragons believe that their strength is enough to crush most races in the world. If three-tenths of their strength cannot defeat their opponents, then they will increase the output of strength, and ten-tenths of their strength will be enough.

But in the Gogmora dragon group, these dragons were influenced by the ancestral red dragons, and their views on power changed.

The delicate operation of three points of strength can produce the effect of five points. If it is ten points of strength, it can produce the effect of twelve points.

The crushing of the Gogmora dragon group over other dragons is reflected in every aspect. It is a comprehensive and comprehensive coverage, not just a simple crushing of power and bloodline level. "Is it Karon Gogmora? It is an honor to have the honorable Dragon Crown waiting for our arrival."

A group of people walked calmly on the ice path on the sea. Gentle and soft voices came softly over. It did not sound as evil and gloomy as the aura revealed before. Instead, it had an extremely peaceful and neutral feeling, like the kind voices of beautiful creatures.

The current image of Kalon and Gmot is just two ordinary dragonborns. In the Golden Empire, the image of dragonborns is not uncommon, because dragonborns are also becoming a powerful race in the empire.

In terms of appearance, Charon's disguised form is only about 1.9 meters tall, with his majestic and ferocious horns hidden. His unique membrane wings are only tightly gathered on both sides of his body, making him look like a dark iron color, but he is no different from the dragon warriors in the empire.

The image of the white dragon Gmot is almost the same, looking like a thin dragonborn.

But to the people on the ice, the two dragonborns on the platform looked like terrifying monsters lurking in the deep sea, with only one eye exposed, staring at the prey on the sea.

"Are you the Lord of the Dark Nest? Please come over here!"

Karon responded to the other party's words and gently put the fishing rod aside.

Karon did not show any arrogance, although the Lord of the Dark Nest, Sharos, was nominally only a local lord of a region, and he was the emperor of an empire, and the identities of both parties were not completely matched and equal.

But the other party came from afar in person, which showed his sincerity. Although he didn't know the other party's purpose, he would not be arrogant.

Pride cannot be abandoned, and arrogance cannot be kept forever.

It was clearly just the sound of a few drow elves stepping on the ice, but it sounded like the ice being cracked by the giant steel feet of a spider.

A man and a woman walked up to the platform and looked up at the two dragonborn on it.

"Your Excellency is the emperor of the Golden Empire. You can make mountains move and seas stop flowing with just one word. Do you still need to go fishing at the seaside? This kind of entertainment for ordinary people is very boring to me."

The female drow was wearing a purple-black gauze robe, and she wrapped her body tightly around it, as if she was not used to the fierce wind above the West Sea.

The enchanting and voluptuous curves were completely exposed to the gazes of the two dragonborns, and the curve of the red lips on the beautiful face carried a hint of hazy and psychedelic evil.

"Everyone has different ideas. What you think is a very boring activity can make me feel the fun of it."

Karon looked down at the drow standing on the ice on the sea. With the arrival of these drow, the frozen sea of the white dragon Gmot had turned back into rippling sea water, leaving only dozens of meters of ice in front of the platform.

These drow may fall into the sea at any time, but none of them looked worried.

The male elf standing next to the Dark Mistress Sharos also caught Karon's attention.

His long white hair was tied behind his head, and his pale skin could not reveal the elf's origin, but his aura showed that he was a drow from the Underdark, with the unique aura of creatures in the Underdark.

"I think I can probably guess what Lord Gogmora is thinking," the male elf with clear facial contours and strong features spoke softly.

The magnetic and gentle voice showed that the other party's personality was very calm. "Perhaps the fun of fishing for Lord Gogmora is not in the harvest, but in the expectation of the unknown, just like the unknown expectation of tomorrow and a better future in the eyes of many mortals."

Karon shifted his gaze and looked at this rare white-haired elf.

Most of the drow elves have dark skin and are shorter than their elven counterparts on the surface, but this male elf is almost as tall as Charon's current dragonborn form.

Charon is an extremely rare ancestral dragon in the material world. Even if he does not deliberately release his dragon power, his eyes carry the high-level oppression from the top of his bloodline, especially when facing other mortal creatures.

What's more, as the emperor of the Golden Empire, Kalon has been practicing the art of moving his body and cultivating his energy for a long time.

If he wasn't deliberately restrained, even his ordinary actions would carry the majestic aura of a superior, which was so oppressive that people dared not look directly into his eyes.

But this male elf was not affected by this simple momentum, as if there were raging waves in his heart but his face was as calm as still water.

"Who is this?" Kalon nodded slightly, agreeing with the male elf's opinion. In the mortal world, Kalon rarely needs to hide his thoughts.

"Please forgive my impoliteness, Lord Gogmora," the male elf put his hand on his chest and bowed slightly, saying, "It is rumored that the power of the Dragon Emperor of the Golden Empire is unparalleled in the mortal world, and his appearance is also the most gorgeous and graceful among the giant dragons. I was a little curious and forgot to introduce myself."

"My name is Anudale, a drow from the Underdark. Perhaps it is a little difficult to call me that in front of the Emperor of the Golden Empire and the Dragon King, but the drow call me - the King of Elves!"

Of the two dragonborns in front of them, one is an ancestral red dragon, and although the other has not revealed its identity, in the eyes of these two legendary creatures, they can also make a judgment based on the characteristics of its power.

But even with Caron's calmness, he couldn't help but feel a slight ripple in his heart.

Because the drow are a completely matriarchal clan.

In the drow civilization, all elves who hold power must be female, and the role played by male elves in the drow civilization is closer to that of slaves.

The superiority of women and the inferiority of men is the doctrine of the drow elves, and it is also the racial rule set by the god that the drow believe in - the ancient elven god Arosh.

The only way a male drow can gain power is by learning sorcery.

Because even those generals and officers who had joined the Drow Legion and had gone through countless wars and had rich experience and a lot of military merits would be killed for unexpected reasons if they insulted the priestess of the Drow god Aroshi.

Their skin would also be peeled off by these drow priestesses and hung in their bedrooms as collections, or become carpets, cushions and lampshades of the drow priestesses.

Only male drow who have mastered witchcraft and spellcasting power will be looked up to by the priestesses, but this only means that these male drow wizards are more valuable, rarer, and more useful than simple warriors.

Even the most gifted male wizards in the history of the drow could not compare to the status of the female priests at the lowest level of the priesthood.

This is a civilized race in which the males are destined to be enslaved by the females.

And the male drow Anudale in front of him was actually known as the Elf King of the drow? This fact was as incredible as the comparison between the current Gogmora dragon group and other dragons, and even more difficult.

After all, even as a male drow, it was difficult for Kalon to imagine how he should achieve Anudale's goal and become a male king of the drow elves.

Perhaps this is the reason why this elven king has become a legend. Even Charon is extremely curious about the story of this male elf.

Kalon nodded slightly, showing respect to the drow king, and asked, "So, what is the purpose of the two kings' visit here?"

(End of this chapter)