A vague voice sounded in the consciousness that was about to fall into a deep sleep.

The hesitation they have caused by their inability to do anything is completely different from the indecision that you have born out of timidity.

"Ahahaha!...Come on, have another drink, this one, I wish our country prosperous and prosperous!" Camo, the corpse eater in Nolan City, sat on the lord of Nolan Castle and raised his hands high. Wine glasses.

"Hahahaha! Go, go!"

"I also wish you, the Chief Jurisdictor, every success and prosperity.

"Hahaha! Happy, I'm drunk today, I won't be drunk or return!" Camo haha, who was drunk and blushed with flattery, laughed, raised a beer glass the size of a wooden barrel, and gave it a glutton. in.

"Hahaha...too? Why is there no wine?" Camo was very dissatisfied with the jug suddenly running out when he was drinking to the point of interest.

"Yes, yes!" The young and beautiful Asian cat girl paled in her exposed body. She hurriedly took the hip flask and started to refill her wine, but was slapped over with a slap.

"Useless things! I don't know if I see the bottom of the wine, I don't know to add it. Why do you keep it?" The drunk Camo stood up and yelled.

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"Big, my lord, spare your life! The slave and maid knew that she was wrong!" The cat girl was frightened and turned her face into discoloration.

"It's useless... Tielong, this cat has given you a reward." Camo kicked the cat girl who stepped forward to beg for mercy and said indifferently.

"Haha, what is this big brother really?!" Looking at the white and beautiful body of the cat girl, a troll man with a bronze complexion licked it. "If you say something, the splashed water, you have seen your big brother lie to you ??" Camo snorted, sat back on the throne, and pointed to the troll man named Iron Dragon.

"From now on, this one will be your master, understand?!"

"Maid slave, maidservant... the cat girl replied bitterly.

Compared with the lives of the ‘untouchables’ where food, food, and cold cannot be guaranteed, she gritted her teeth and made a decision as early as the most difficult period.

Would rather be tortured to death by the trolls than starve to death.

She took the initiative to ask for this errand, and she asked for it herself.

But what's the solution? ? After paying the monthly tribute, that little food is not enough to support myself and my sister.

In order to prevent her young sister from being malnourished, she had no choice but to abandon her fellow slums and step into the wren cage.

Now it seems that I just take the blame for myself...

Now, her body and mind are almost numb, but it is precisely because of the concern that she has the motivation to live.

"Come on, let's continue to drink!"

"Report your lord, there is a special envoy outside the door asking to see you!"

Camo, who had regained his interest, was forced to put down the raised glass again.

"Damn! What a **** **** envoy that disturbed Lao Tzu's Yaxing! No matter which country it is from, blast her out of me! If you interrupt, I will break her leg!" Camo impatiently approached the guards who came to report. Waved.

Before she finished her words, a young girl in a decent and capable dress, a long sword and a single ponytail, walked into the castle with small steps.

Exquisite features, slightly pointed ears, eyes as deep as ancient wells, and dark blue vampire-style dress prove that this person's status is not SF novel..." In an instant, the eyes of the whole room turned to the girl.

For a moment, the whole noisy scene was quiet.

The girl didn't speak, her calm eyes swept across Camo on the throne, and then her head down respectfully, as if she was welcoming someone, "Uum, dying son, are we there yet? Ahhh~ (yawn) "The immature voice caught everyone's attention.

At the gate, a petite figure in a gorgeous dress moved slowly, holding a plush doll in his arms, looking dazed as if not awake.

The girl wore two purple double ponytails hanging down to the ground like flowing water, with slightly pointed ears, and a delicate white face that looked like a lovely doll, giving people a dreamlike feeling.

"Yeah." The single ponytail girl nodded respectfully and leaned slightly to show respect to her master.

"Really? Oum, it's a weird smell." The strong alcohol and an indescribable scent of erosion caused the girl to pinch her nose slightly.

The appearance is extremely outstanding, and it is extremely eye-catching wherever he goes.

After slowly moving his gaze away from the girl's cheek, Camo noticed her delicate and luxurious ice silk purple Camo for the first time and woke up in an instant.

Black and white is exclusive to the blood royal family, and the dresses below are purple, red, and yellow in order.

Purple represents the blood count, and even...jue...

Camo woke up instantly.

Even the stupid troll man knew that the persimmon couldn't be pinched, and didn't dare to neglect, so he hurriedly stood up.

"This distinguished lady, you are polite in this respect, may I ask you...

"Well~ the one who will be broken by you/" The purple-haired girl held the doll in her arms casually, her face was confused, and she said words that made Camo pale.

Chapter 23~Join You

The fire in the fireplace flickered, reflecting the stars-like stars on the magnificent bricks and tiles.

At this moment, there is no sound in the hall filled with erosion in the meat forest of the wine pond.

The arrogant and ignorant trolls seemed to have a block of lead stuffed in their throats, and did not dare to take a mouthful of the atmosphere in the air that was almost condensing in the hall.

Powerless to resist, the cat girls who were taken into the arms of the trolls also held their breath because of the suffocating atmosphere.

The purple-haired girl who stopped in front of the hall had a number of different gazes, but she yawned carelessly. It was just a joke of mine. Please don't take it seriously. "Kamo, who was in the center of the pressure vortex, swept a trace of sweat across his forehead, forcibly calming.

"Really? Mum~ Everyone here seems to be having a party. Is there something important to discuss? Then I shouldn't do more to disturb my concubine." The purple-haired girl held the doll in her arms, and lightly touched her fingers like green onions. His lips and teeth frowned slightly, making a look of thinking.

"Nothing, it's not a matter of importance. Your Excellency came from a long way. There must be something important to discuss in detail. Please stay here." Camo sighed deeply, and quickly denied saying that he was afraid of neglecting these two ages. A girl who has not yet passed the age of sixteen.

The age of the blood race and the city can never be judged based on their appearance and behavior.

These terrifying immortal creatures will stop their development when they reach a certain age. It is idiotic to tell the specific age of a blood race by appearance.

The high-level members of this clan are all Oscars. The masks of disguise are not taken off. I am afraid that even they themselves don't know that the trolls who participated in the feast on both sides of them are silent, afraid that they will be burnt.

It is the instinct of creatures to be afraid of the psychological shadows of the past. I don’t know how high the world is, and despise all fearless trolls. They do not swept from the alien plane. After defeating the scale human race, the trolls who occupy the central hinterland of the mainland are indeed Taking advantage of the time and place, under the inflated self-confidence, he tried to dominate the entire continent.

However, the trolls succumbed to the vast territory captured by Hao, and even almost killed the race. The reason was that they were crushed by the blood army all the way back to their hometown. The trolls would never forget the appearance and inner extremes. Inconsistent silver-haired evil spirits.

Since then, the name Rasambo-Lilias has become a nightmare in the hearts of all trolls, and has even been made up as a fabricated story to pass on from generation to generation.

According to ancient records, the Scarlet Queen's imperial conquest is almost unexplainable, and her strength is unfathomable.

It was also after this incident that the kinsmen who conquered and harvested a large area of ​​territory secured the throne of the No. 1 demon species.

Therefore, it is understandable that the blood has become the psychological shadow of the trolls.

The concept of not being a last resort to provoke blood has been passed down from generation to generation by the trolls' ancestors.