Under the Red Dragon.

Chapter 342 Either Face Me

"Expectation is a subtle form of violence. If it becomes an obsession, it will only constrain oneself."

Kalon Gogmora said: "Don't hold high expectations for the future of the Golden Empire. If you are willing and want to pursue it, then go forward and walk side by side with us."

"Look at those people or gods who claim to control fate. They all die in their own expectation of seeing through the future. I can also slightly see some confusing future, but I never care about it."

Caron smiled slightly on his fierce face and said, "There is no wave in the world that only rises and never falls. If it rises one day, it will also fall one day. So I never look at my future."

"The road is right under your feet. Just break through everything and move forward."

The Brass Dragon Hollister fell silent. He sat next to Karon Gogmora, while the Dark Elves' King Anudale and the Dark Lair Lord Sharros sat on the right side of the Dragon Emperor.

These kings who seem so high and mighty can also look extremely boring at times.

While waiting for the remaining kings who had not yet arrived, Kalon Gogmora suggested fishing on this lonely cliff a thousand meters high.

The one whose catch is most valuable in the market wins.

So the two kings readily agreed.

However, there is no such long fishing line in this world, so a few bored guys used a strand of magic power within their own specified unit as fishing line.

In the hands of an ordinary wizard, a wisp of magic power may only be used to perform a small trick, but in the hands of these people, it may be able to bear a heavy weight.

This not only tests the subtle control of magic power by these strong men, but also tests the luck of these guys.

The red dragon, Kalon Gogmora, was excitedly swinging his long magic fishing line back and forth in front of the sirens who were singing on the rocks above the sea, trying to get the willing sirens on the sea to take the bait.

Sirens, also known as mermaids by those who sail the sea.

But mermaids like the Sirens are much better than the Sahuagin.

Not only do the Shahua people look extremely ugly and ferocious, but their intelligence can only be considered that of an intelligent race.

Mermaids are a rather mysterious race even in the eyes of the Brass Dragon Hollister. Not only are their intelligence far superior to that of the Sahuagin, but each mermaid can be said to be a naturally extraordinary species.

It is said that mermaids are born with the ability to absorb the souls of other creatures through their singing, forcing other creatures to work for them, or using other creatures as food.

But the dragon knew that the rumors about mermaids eating people were just rumors spread by pirates and caravans sailing on the sea after they encountered disasters caused by the Shahua people.

Those graceful fishmen do not like to eat dirty food like humans, and their singing sometimes has the natural ability to seduce the souls of other creatures.

The ancestor of the ogre giant Fafnir, the ancient demigod siren, is a mutated cousin among the sirens. They only have a distant ancient blood relationship and are not actually mermaids.

These beautiful girls with human bodies and fish tails gently frowned their delicate brows with sparkling scales on their foreheads, and looked at the three long magic threads swinging back and forth in front of their eyes with some helplessness. Even their cheerful singing slowed down involuntarily.

Hollister could sense some subtle changes in the red dragon from its words and actions. That was that the aggression and offensiveness that had been hidden in its heart had begun to be released.

Everyone will gradually change with the passage of time, fast or slow, but they will never go back to the way they were before.

Hollister doesn't know whether Karon Gogmora's transformation is good or bad, but it's enough that some things that shouldn't change still exist.

"I came here because of the attitude of the Southern Good Dragon Alliance. They don't want to be hostile to you at the moment, so they will not send any metal dragons to interfere with your war this time."

Hollister turned his gaze and looked at Kalon Gogmora who had a calm expression.

This was not unexpected to Charon. Although most of the dragons currently active in the Southern Good Dragon Alliance were young dragons, the ancient dragons hidden deep in the world were still holding the decisive power.

The vast majority of dragons, when they grow to the ancient dragon stage, can control their source desires to a certain extent. This also gives those ancient dragons the accumulated wisdom and control that young dragons do not have.

Those ancient dragons will not easily start a bloody war among dragons just for some simple interests or face issues. Only when there is a direct threat to their ancient lives will those ancient dragons do everything they can to stop at nothing.

"But when I passed by the territory of the Southern Noble Alliance, I was entrusted by them to make peace with the Golden Empire at any acceptable price."

The Brass Dragon said so.

Kallon was not surprised or betrayed by this. In the absence of a force that could crush everything, the correct strategy was to unite the majority of people who could be united.

Even those powerful gods need to form alliances with each other, let alone Charon and the Golden Empire.

The brass dragon Hollister and the moderate faction he belongs to are one of the targets that Charon can unite. Perhaps at present, only this brass dragon is the most likely to convey the message to the Golden Empire.

"Any price you can pay? Including the heads of those nobles?" Caron smiled faintly and said, "Hollister, do you see those royal flags raised?"

"No one will agree that those nobles can survive in this world. We are the dragons of Gogmora. We created the Golden Empire. No one can survive after offending us!"

Hollister nodded and watched as batches of ships began to arrive on the sea below the Lone Cliff. He knew it was time for him to leave.

"Then I will tell those nobles to prepare a good coffin for myself!" Hollister walked down the top of the mountain with a smile.

Sometimes just a turn means an entire era is gone and will never come back. The Brass Dragon feels that he will witness the beginning of another era at the foot of the mountain.

Perhaps those kings had already arrived, but they still had some concerns, so they did not show up.

But when the ship flying the flag of the Frost Giant King sailed towards the island's temporary port, ships flying the flags of other kings also appeared one by one from the sea in the distance.

It is worth mentioning that, although the Frost Giants are a very strong race, the Frost Giant King Ragnar Hagrid still mortgaged some undisbursed rare minerals on the Frost Plains to rent several large ships from the Golden Empire, so that the fleet could be carried out in time. Flags fluttered, drums and horns played majestic music, and the Golden Empire's musicians, led by Gelong, played this "King's Music" with the characteristics of the Dragon Kingdom, vast and majestic.

The songs of welcoming the king sung proudly by countless legion warriors of the empire shook the entire sea. Even Ragnar Hagrid, the King of the Frost Giants, who was relatively familiar with the Golden Empire, was involuntarily infected by this atmosphere.

Led by the Frost Giant Guards and the Imperial Dragon King, they climbed up the stairs like a king.

Next came Alvin, the Elf King of the Elf Kingdom. This sun elf had a head full of blond hair and was stunningly beautiful, but his strength was not very outstanding. He also climbed the mountain under the protection of the Elf Guards and accompanied by the Dragon King.

Next came Mogyes, the multi-armed giant of the God-Forsaken Mountains, Charal Caesar, the emperor of the Hobbes Empire, and finally Porsel Lion, the monarch of the Orc Kingdom.

The appearance of these kings and the resounding of the "Respect the King's Music" caused the densely packed sails on the sea to flutter.

But even those chamber of commerce leaders who could secretly control the trade of a small country were nothing more than tiny spectators in front of these kings and did not dare to go beyond the line.

The ancient blue dragon in the sky couldn't help but move closer to the sky above the island, even though the ancient dragon's vision could see it all clearly.

One royal flag after another fluttered in the wind and reached the top of the solitary cliff.

In the huge royal tent at the top that was built with magic, a bright bonfire was burning.

The rough rock surface was covered with a thick velvet carpet. The waitresses had already filled the long brown table lying across the carpet with all kinds of fine wines, meats, fruits, cakes and desserts.

This kind of food may not fill the guests' appetite, but it is enough as a ceremonial treat in the wild.

In the center of the tent, there were pigs, cows, and sheep being roasted over a warm fire, with a faint aroma of oil floating in the air.

And a huge magic sand table, on this huge magic sand table there are mountains, rivers and gullies, everything is real, it is the outline of the geography of the entire northern continent.

And in this huge royal tent, there is already a noble king waiting for the next king.

It was not until the tall figure of Porcel Lion, the monarch of the Orc Kingdom, stepped into the royal tent that it was discovered that not only were there dragon kings of different scale colors gathered here in the form of dragonborn, but even the other kings were quietly tasting the fine wine brewed by the Golden Empire.

It seemed that no one wanted to speak to the Emperor of the Golden Empire first in such a heavy atmosphere, for fear of losing the initiative in some way.

"Please take a seat, honorable orc king," said the dragonborn sitting at the chair.

"I didn't expect to keep you kings waiting here for so long. I am really being negligent."

Porsel Ryan said this as he calmly took his seat, glancing at the kings in the royal tent who were suddenly alert. He knew in his heart that this moment was the beginning of the alliance.

Kalon Gogmora appeared in the form of a dragon, but his aura was still breathtaking. He glanced at the kings in the tent who were looking at him with inquiring expressions, like an emperor who had annexed the mountains and seas.

His face was covered with a mask of scales and keratin, and his specific expression could not be seen, but everyone knew that his expression was becoming serious and formal.

"Everyone who holds power knows that politics is dirty, dark, full of intrigue, and full of compromises and tests before delivering the fatal key edge."

"But those are what weak people like to do. I don't like to do that." Karon Gogmora's dark golden eyes seemed to be looking into the eyes of every king at the same time.

"So I won't be too polite, nor will I waste everyone's time. Instead, I will openly and openly tell you the purpose of inviting you to this meeting."

"I like your frankness," the multi-armed giant Mogyes shrunk to a size of only about two meters, but his muscles were twisted on his strong body like old tree roots.

There was also a look of curiosity in the eyes of the King of Elf. Although he came to resolve the war dispute with the Dark Elves, he also wanted to know the real purpose of the Dragon Emperor.

The King of the Orc Kingdom and the Emperor of the Hobbis Empire had already set their sights on the geographical sand table of the Northern Continent in the center of the royal tent, while listening attentively to the words of the main alliance leader.

Only the King of Frost Giants, the King of Dark Elves and the Lord of the Dark Lair were calm and composed, sitting quietly and savoring the wine and food in front of them, as if coming here was more like an outing.

"The reason I invited you all this time is, first of all, because of the war in the Golden Empire," Karon Gogmora's eyes swept across the orc king Porcel Lion, the emperor of Hobbes, and the multi-armed giant Mogyes.

Then he slowly said, "This war is inevitable, so in order to get rid of the hidden dangers in the surrounding area, the Empire wants to form an alliance with the Orc Kingdom, the Hobis Empire, and the King of the God-Forsaken Mountains."

"So in a way, it can be said that the Golden Empire's alliance agreement must achieve its goal no matter what."

Porsel Ryan frowned, retracted his gaze and raised his head, looking like a lion ready to fight.

He said in a deep voice: "Since we have reached an alliance, there is naturally a combination of interests. Although the Golden Empire is powerful, it is impossible to make other countries act according to your ideas with just a few words."

"Instead of such empty talk, the orcs should accept the friendship of those southern nobles!"

"If that's all, it seems like I've been wasting my time coming here," the multi-armed giant Moges said slowly with a gloomy face.

Charal Caesar also withdrew his gaze from the Northern Land Geography Sand Table and looked at the scaly dragonborn. He said meaningfully, "We are surrounded by the Golden Empire's army. It seems that our lives and deaths are under the control of the Golden Empire."

"Under such circumstances, it is not impossible for them to put aside other interests and force us to submit! But who can blame us for this? We can only blame ourselves for being too gullible in other people's appearances."

Chalar Xisa's somewhat sarcastic words made the pupils of the Dragon Kings around the royal tent glow more intensely, but the aura of the kings remained as unshakable as a mountain, and the tent was once again shrouded in a heavy atmosphere.

Kalon's laughter broke the silence in the king's tent. He smiled faintly and said, "Of course it won't be that simple. Even if we don't reach an alliance, I will let all the kings return to their own kingdoms intact."

"But if you don't choose me, it means you must face me!"

　Thanks for the votes. Hmm, I’ve been quitting smoking and drinking coffee these past two days and I always feel like my writing is sluggish and without passion. Damn it. I’ll try to write more tomorrow!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)