Let go of that monster girl!

If it were a fox-spirit nun instead, the dog-spirit guards would surely pounce on her.

Then click-clack.

As they passed through the castle's hall, several dog girls who were maintaining their weapons stopped what they were doing and followed Morren and his group with wary eyes.

They were noticeably smaller and thinner than the excited dogs on the street, and their expressions were much more indifferent.

The flying mice whispered among themselves:

"The dogs in the castle are a bit different from those outside; they're quite scary."

Morren gestured for them to be quiet and replied in a low voice:

I'll explain this to you later.

Upon reaching the entrance to the reception hall, the two female dog guards immediately stepped forward, their halberds crossed to block the flying rats from entering.

Molen pushed open the door and walked straight into the living room.

The reception room was very large, with a row of fluorite lanterns hanging from the high dome.

A pale yellow light shone down, illuminating the weapons and animal heads hanging on the walls on both sides.

The main seat was set on three steps, with a heavy, long black wooden table at the top. The tabletop was empty except for a small white dog sitting on it.

The height difference of the steps means that any visitor standing below must look up to see the main seat.

Such arrogance reveals the owner's unbridled and domineering attitude.

Bruce sat on the edge of the long table.

The beautiful black wooden table was obviously too big for her; her little feet couldn't reach the ground at all. One of her fair legs dangled below the edge of the table, while her other little foot was proudly raised.

He looked down at the visitors who walked in.

Molen bowed slightly in accordance with aristocratic etiquette, his right hand resting on his chest.

"Your Excellency Lady Bruce of Wolfsburg, Baron Morren of Dwarf Mountain has come to pay a visit and thank you for your reception."

The Lord of Wolfsburg remained silent at the long table.

Bruce just looked at him with that haughty smile, her little face expressionless, and her little feet dangled slightly.

Ok?

Don't they follow this procedure?

According to the etiquette between a wolf girl and a dog girl?

Three gifts for dogs.

Licking face.

That delicate and adorable little face was fair and smooth, with big golden eyes and pointed dog ears.

Licking its paws.

That little foot, sticking up, was white and tender, like a piece of cream cake, just the right size for one bite.

Still licking...

Before Morren could think it through, Bruce finally spoke, her voice youthful and clear, yet carrying an undisguised arrogance.

"What brings the dwarf king of the lowly mountains here?"

Molen ignored the other person's teasing, maintained a polite smile, and replied:

"Ms. Vanas should have met the messenger sent by the Holy Maiden by now."

“We have already 'treated' you properly, but what does that have to do with you guys from Dwarf Mountain?”

"The intelligent, tall, and strong Ms. Vanas must have already realized that the recent beast tide, ant girls, and messengers are all inseparable from the New Market. Therefore, I have a suggestion."

"A proposal? Before you make your proposal, Supreme King of the Little Mouse, what do you have to offer us?" the little dog girl asked in a crisp voice.

Uh……

That aggressive tone...

Although the little white dog in front of us couldn't see its feet when it stood up, its cute appearance and voice made these words sound completely harmless.

But Morren knew very well that Wolfsburg and Low Hill were completely different entities.

There are three types of residents in the dark zone.

Weaklings like the Rat Girl are powerless to leave the Dark Zone.

Strong individuals like Wolf Girl have no need to leave the Dark Zone.

Monsters like the Dragon Girl and the Black Fox can go wherever they want.

The more powerful the ally, the higher the cost of forming an alliance with them.

Fortunately, Morren had already prepared his price.

Molen took a small box out of his pocket, opened the lid, and displayed the small gift inside under the glowstone light.

"I'm sure the wise Ms. Bruce will recognize this trophy."

Chapter 78 A Feast for the Senses

"The queen ant's carapace?"

Bruce lazily pulled her little feet back and unconsciously leaned towards the small box.

Once the Ant Girl's living armor dies, it quickly becomes brittle and dries up, making it useless and unsuitable for crafting an Ant Girl Hunter set.

But the queen ant's carapace, this small fragment of chitin, can prove the destruction of an anthill.

After all, no one can make a deal with the queen ant.

The only way to get your hands on this carapace is to kill the queen ant.

Bruce reached out her small hand, picked up the fragment, and examined it under the light of the fluorite lantern, turning it over and over, her tone still carrying a hint of doubt:

"That's certainly interesting, but how do I know this shell wasn't bought or found as an old one?"

“Ms. Bruce can send a wolf to Dessert Hill to check; the remains of the anthill are there.”

"Are you saying that if we agree to ally with you, Dwarf Mountain will help eradicate the ant nests near Wolfsburg?"

Morren nodded.

It's no secret that the ant colonies near Wolfsburg are so infested that mushroom forests have to be planted to isolate the ant nests.

The ant girl wasn't a deadly threat to the wolf girl, but having two goblin nests lurking at her doorstep that she couldn't wipe out was hardly a pleasant prospect.

Bruce brought the piece of carapace to her little nose and sniffed it.

Confirmed.

The little dog put the shell fragment back in the box, then looked at Moren's face and carefully examined him from head to toe again.

"I never expected you guys could actually defeat those magical ants."

"After the month of disaster, just driving away the ants near the trade route had already severely injured several wolves."

"I underestimated you."

hmm~

Molen smiled, clearly pleased with the compliment to the little white dog.

Ok?

What do you mean by "antes that can do magic"?

Bruce lifted her little feet up again, swinging them around, her tone much more relaxed than before.

"After the last disaster month, the ants in the dark zone somehow got a clue."

"Their equipment has become more sophisticated, they have begun to enslave chimeras as mounts, and some soldier ants have even evolved the ability to cast spells. I'm afraid even the kingdom's legions will have a hard time getting the better of them."

“If you can really do that, I would be happy to have such an ally.”

Molen maintained a smile on his face.

I was already drenched in sweat.

Could it be that the blood and flesh of the Disaster Moon have given the Ant Girls a second stage?

What does it mean that the ant girl started training cavalry and even learned magic?

Is this still called Ant Girl?

Although the ant girls possess terrifying targeted evolution capabilities, the marginal effect of this ability is quite large. The higher the level, the more it consumes, and the progress is not shared among the various ant queens.

If they could truly evolve indefinitely, they would have devoured the entire continent long ago.

This is probably not just a simple matter of fighting an upgraded version of the ant girls. They can learn cavalry and magic today, and I dare not even imagine what they can learn tomorrow.

Is it too late to tell Bruce that he acted too quickly and destroyed the ant nest before the month of disaster?

Moren couldn't help but think of the white ant girls of the cult, and a strong sense of foreboding rose in his heart.

Perhaps not going directly to the new market was the wisest decision Moran ever made.

Since things have come to this, we have no choice but to bite the bullet and go for it.

"I would be delighted. Please wait for good news."

Molen said with a forced smile.

If we can't even eliminate the Ant Women, how can we talk about taking back the Dwarf Mountain Territory?

Before long, Morren was respectfully escorted by two female dogs to a reception room.

As potential allies, the dog girls were noticeably more polite to Moren, even stepping aside to let him in.

The room was covered with thick animal hide carpets, and the walls were decorated with polished weapons.

A beautiful fluorite chandelier hangs from the ceiling, its pale yellow light illuminating the entire room in a warm and airy way.

The air was filled with the rich aroma of oil.

There was so much food on the table that it was almost overflowing.

The whole roasted chicken was still glistening with oil and steam, and a plate of roasted ribs piled up like a small mountain was marinated with salt and herbs.

Next to it was a large wooden basin filled with tender stewed meat broth, a basket of thickly sliced ​​bread, and a plate of savory smoked meat.

The rat girls had already started eating, and their eating manners were extremely unsightly.

A mouse girl choked on her bread, so a bowl of meat broth was quickly brought to her.

Another mouse girl ate so much that she put the bowl directly on her head, leaving only her two round mouse ears showing.

The slime had eaten too much delicious food in one go, and the entire slime turned into a large green water ball.

"Look at how spineless you all are."

As he spoke, Morren pulled up a chair and found a seat closest to the barbecue.

Give me more.

With some difficulty, Lyme stretched out her two small hands, which had become shorter due to swelling, to reach her favorite big chicken leg from the plate and laboriously placed it in front of Morren.

Molen reached out and touched her round belly, then took the chicken leg and took a bite.

The outer skin is crispy, the meat is juicy, and the flavors of herbs and salt have permeated every fiber perfectly.

It tastes 100,000 times better than nutritional porridge, no, at least 100 million times better. Molen felt like tears were about to fall.

The thought of having to eat nutritious porridge every day after I go back made me burst into tears.

"Your Excellency, please try this!"

"Your Excellency, this is delicious too!"

"And this one, this squeaky!"

The mice ate heartily while adding food to Morren's plate.

One person handed over a piece of grilled pork rib, another stuffed a chicken wing into his mouth, and soon the plate in front of Morren was piled up like a small mountain.

The dog-girl guard looked at the table full of country bumpkins and wore an indescribable expression.