Modo Peak Forest, the throne hall where foreign guests meet.

　　 Jose is lying on the throne, and below are three visiting representatives of the Windspeaker League.

As a large multi-ethnic organization, 　　Wind Whisperers Alliance always attaches importance to racial balance and equality. This can be seen in the ethnic composition of the visitors.

　　 A female elf in a pale green dress. The female elf is tall, without any extra accessories, and looks like an inhumane fireworks.

　　Through her self-introduction, Jose learned that the elf was named Athena. He came from the misty forest in the south of the mainland. He was a master druid. Because he liked the environment of Yangfan Harbor, he settled in Yangfan Harbor.

　　 A brown-bearded dwarf named Mergra Bronzehammer. Mergra Bronzehammer has thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his face is majestic, but the essence of his thick lines is exposed when he opens his mouth.

In addition, don’t look at Megra’s face with a big beard and the appearance of a middle-aged man in his 30s and 40s, but in fact, in terms of the life stage of a dwarf, he is just an adult. In his words: "I’m just eight years old this year. Ten years old!"

　　 The last one is human, a personable middle-aged human knight.

Needless to say, Jose knows his information. This human named Gilbert Buradin is an upper-class noble of Yangfangang. His ancestor was one of the first pioneers of Yangfangang. He and his family lived in Yangfan. Fangang has quite a reputation.

　　 "Dear Lord True Dragon, the Buradin family sends you sincere greetings," Gilbert put one hand on the armor of his heart, smiled and nodded to show respect.

　　 This respect is sincere, because half of the Thoradin family’s income comes from trade with the Triangle Plain, which has something to do with Golden Dragon.

　　 Under the guarantee of the Golden Dragon, the relationship between Jose and the Wind Whisperer alliance was normalized, and Gilbert Buradin immediately found the Golden Dragon and got on the line with the Red Dragon.

　　 And Jose also intends to win over the upper-class nobles of Yangfan Port to stabilize his position. The two sides hit it off immediately, so they are very familiar with each other.

　　 Jose nodded: "I see pride and fearlessness in you. This is the mark of a pioneer."

　　 Pride refers to the aristocratic temperament of the middle-aged knight, and fearlessness refers to the fact that he stands up and carries the banner and participates in the action against the legendary fallen centaur. The mark of the trailblazer is purely to praise his ancestors.

　　 For aristocrats who value bloodlines, hearing others praise their ancestors is a beautiful thing with a bright face. This is said from the mouth of a domineering alien lord, so it is even more useful.

　　 Gilbert Buradin's mouth curled up slightly.

　　 Aside, the dwarf stretched his hand to his back to scratch it, but he couldn't reach it because he was wearing armor, and he grinned anxiously: "Gilbert! Scratch me with your sword!"

　　 Gilbert, who was smiling, became stiff, and took the dwarf's request directly to the ears.

　　 "Ahem, Your Excellency Jose, we understand that you have a grievance with that fallen centaur, can you tell us about it?"

　　 The elf spoke out to resolve the embarrassment, and at the same time brought the topic to the business, she continued: "Don't get me wrong, we just want to know more about the situation so that we can have a general understanding of the fallen."

　　哐当~! Kang Dang~!

　　 Jose ignored the tickling dwarf, jumping up and down making the sound of armor crashing: "Your information is correct, and I do have an account with that guy."

"The fallen man is the chief of the Hydralisk Centaur tribe eight years ago. You should have done your homework before you come. I won't introduce that period of history too much. Over the past eight years, I have been looking for him and have sent people many times. Hunt down."

"My subordinate killed his wife and cut off one of his hands. In addition, in order to avoid my revenge, he has been hiding in the bitter tundra in recent years. Somehow, he recently got on line with the devil. "

　　 Upon hearing this, Gilbert Buradin frowned slightly: "Your Excellency Jose, do you know the origin of the devil? Why did it suddenly pop out?"

　　 Jose felt a little depressed, and shook his head: "Like you, I am also very curious about where the devil came from."

The dwarf was tickling with the small wooden stick that he did not know where he had pulled out, and he moaned in ecstasy as he scratched it. Hearing the words of the red dragon, he grinned and said: "Where did he jump out! Just hit him back to his hometown! Ah~."

This moan was particularly ecstasy, and the sound of it alone made it appear to be a series of stories. The elf druid's faint expression could not be stretched, and he could not help covering his forehead. Gilbert also twitched the corners of his mouth and wanted to throw this shameful guy out. .

　　 But, having said that, if you ignore the groan of ecstasy, what the dwarf says makes sense.

try{mad1('gad2');}catch(ex){}　　What are you doing with so many things! Find the enemy! It's not over if you kill him!

　　 "Three! I have sent a large number of people to search for the trail of the fallen-Brada on the prairie!"

　　 Jose continued: "But with the current power of the Triangle Plain, it is not safe to deal with a legendary fallen person. Since we have a common goal and a willingness to cooperate, we might as well speak openly..."

　　"..."

　　 Soon, the representatives of the Red Dragon and the Wind Whisperers Alliance reached a consensus and worked together to remove the harm of the fallen centaur chief.

　　 At the end, Gilbert said, "Your Excellency Jose, can it be convenient for you to reveal what means you use to search for your target? I want to see if there is room for cooperation between our two parties.

　　 "There is nothing to hide. On the surface, the harpy blocked the sky. Jackals, orcs and wolf cavalry patrolled the grasslands. In addition, there were my eyeliners in the indigenous tribes on the grasslands."

　　 "Brada broke a hand, the characteristics are so obvious that he will be found soon after thinking about it."

　　 However, things went beyond Red Dragon's expectation. Three consecutive days passed, and the fallen centaur chief seemed to have evaporated.

　　……………………

　　 On the prairie, a group of centaur robbers galloped all the way, and their horses hooves brought up the dust.

　　 The fallen Hydralisk Centaur Chief—Brada hides in it. However, his hiding is not a black robe and a black scarf, but his face and hands are generously exposed.

　　 That's right, at this time Brada not only disappeared from the magic lines on his body, but also regrown with his severed hand. From the appearance, he looked no different from ordinary men and horses.

　　 Things have to start four days ago.

　　 Four days ago, Brada killed all the chasers with the power he traded from the devil, and ran all the way, planning to return to the triangle plain to take revenge.

　　Until he met a centaur tribe, the devil contacted him again and offered another deal.

The devil’s condition was to help Brada regenerate from his severed limb and help hide the magic marks on his body. The price of the transaction was not Brada himself, but the centaur tribe he met. The devil wanted half of them. The soul of a centaur.

　　According to normal circumstances, after the death of the organism, the soul belongs to the deity that the organism believes in. Even the legendary devil can only stare.

After the creatures die, the soul will flow into the Styx, and the Styx is the most widely distributed, most dangerous, and most incomprehensible existence in the multiverse. Even the gods who touch the Styx water are at risk of falling, not to mention a small The devil.

But there is one exception, that is, biological degeneration, signing contracts with evil beings such as evil gods, demons, and demons. Under the effect of the contract, the soul will not flow into the river of Styx, but fall into the hands of evil beings. .

　　 Without paying any price, he can be reborn with severed limbs. The Hydralisk Centaur will naturally not refuse.

　　 Following the method taught by the devil, he activated the fallen power hidden deep in the centaur’s bloodline, and then killed them all. In this way, the soul of the fallen centaur fell into the hands of the devil.

　　 After killing the unlucky centaur tribe, Brada was reborn with a severed limb as he wished, and returned to his normal centaur appearance.

　　 Then, he met this group of centaur robbers, and became the leader of this group of centaur robbers by strength.

　　 Three small black spots appeared on the blue sky in the distance. They were three harpies, and the harpies flew straight towards the centaur.

　　Brada’s eyes flashed with evil blood, and then he returned to normal. He shouted: "It's the minions of the evil dragon! Everyone cheer up! Don't fall into the prestige of our black thorn bandit group!"

　　 "Ohhhhhh~!"

　　"..."

　　 A group of centaurs immediately took action, screaming frantically at the harpy flying from the sky, making various insults and provocative behaviors.

　　 In recent years, in order to develop business, the Red Dragon forces have worked hard to create a safe environment. Therefore, they have sent people to annihilate prairie bandits many times, and the Centaur tribe bears the brunt as the most common bandit race.

　　 The degree of hatred and hatred of the centaur robbers against the red dragon forces can be imagined.

　　 Revenge against the red dragon hitting the triangle plain, the centaur robber would not dare, but he still has the courage to provoke three or two flying harpies.

　　 But the harpy did not pay attention to the provocative behavior of the robbers, and flew into the sky to observe carefully, and saw that the robbers and horses below were all normal, with both hands on, and flew away disappointed.

　　 On the ground, Brada looked at the distant figure of the Harpy with a mocking arc of his mouth. It was not the first time he had experienced such a scene.

try{mad1('gad2');}catch(ex){}　　 "Erlang! Charge!"

　　 "Wow!"

　　 Brada took the lead and continued to rush, followed by a large group of centaur robbers screaming frantically.

　　 From the angle that the robbers could not see, their respected leader was full of hideous faces, and the evil dragon minions aroused the hatred in his heart, and the hatred surged like a river.

　　 Revenge!

　　 I want revenge!

　　 But he clearly knew that it was impossible to defeat the Three Dragons alone, let alone kill the Three Dragons.

　　 Even a true legendary powerhouse cannot kill a giant dragon under the protection of hundreds of thousands of monsters, unless a sneak attack, at this time he already has a general plan in his mind.

　　 glanced sideways at the centaur robber running beside him, Brada's mouth curled up with a wicked smile.

　　…………………………

　　Triangular Plain.

In the center of the bustling Thorns City, in the luxurious residence that belonged to the Lord of Thorns-Chief Stonefang Boar, the reduced size Jose, Olivia, Cassie, and the three representatives of the Windspeaker Alliance, for the common goal gather together.

　　 I thought I would find it soon, but there was no news in the past three days. Everyone felt a little irritable, but the degree was different.

　　 Olivia's irritability is a bit high: "Three days! Three days you can't even find a centaur with a broken hand! It's all rice buckets!"

　　 "Calm down, my friend, irritability is of no use except to ruin the mood."

　　 Jose frowned slightly and continued: "Perhaps, we missed something."

　　 Master Elf Druid—Athena suggested: "Let's think about it again. If we were the fallen, what would we do?"

　　 Cassie thought for a while, and tentatively said, "Could that guy hide in the ground? I dare not show up."

"It's possible," Gilbert squeezed his chin. "Perhaps we made a mistake at the beginning. The fallen one didn't have the courage to take revenge, or his master had something bigger to plan, so he wouldn't let him come to revenge. Maybe he disguised himself."

　　 "If you guess it out of thin air, you will see the undead!" The dwarf wiped the drink on his beard: "If you want me to say, it is better to wait for him to run out!"

　　 "But, after all, Jose, your scales are so beautiful!" The dwarf looked at the red dragon's bright red scales and made a sound.

　　 "Thank you for your compliment," Jose's face turned black: "But look at it, what do you mean by touching it?!"

　　 Seeing the unkind look in the red dragon's eyes, the dwarf retracted his paws in a jealous manner: "Hold...sorry! Can't help it! Can't help it! Hee hee hee hee..."

　　 "Hahaha, UU reading www.uukanshu.com" The human knight hurriedly stepped up to make a round: "Your Excellency Jose, don't be angry. Although this fellow Mercurer is stubborn, he has no bad thoughts.

　　 As he said, he gave the dwarf a fierce look. The dwarf did not dare to make a noise, and continued to drink to hide his embarrassment.

　　 Jose felt a little helpless, and speaking of it, the reason why the dwarf is so presumptuous is related to himself.

　　 Through a few days of getting along, Jose has learned more about the three representatives of the Windspeaker Alliance. Gilbert, the nobleman of Yangfan Harbor, does not say much, and the elegant master-level elf druid, the commoner Asina, was born.

　　 On the contrary, the rude dwarf has some background. The Mergra Bronze Hammer comes from the highest mountain in the mainland-Sunset Mountains, and was born into a dwarf middle-class aristocratic family.

With the idea of ​​understanding the situation, Jose and the dwarves had some exchanges, "talking" about the sunset mountains, the orc empire divided by the sunset mountains, and the Pompeii Empire, the strongest empire on the mainland, and also learned some information about the gray dwarves. .

　　 However, the dwarf is a familiar one, and after talking for a while, he has nothing to do with him.

　　 "Report!"

"Come in!"

　　 The family of the wild boars-Hulk walked in and said, "I'm sorry to disturb you at this time, Master, but I have to report something."

"On the grassland between Yangfan Port and Triangle Plain, a group of centaur robbers are very rampant. These days, they take advantage of our scattered forces to search for the fallen, and take the opportunity to rob the caravans. They have already attacked the triangle plain and Yangfan Port. The trade between the two countries has an impact, and I understand that they continue to recruit members to grow and develop. Is it the trick of the degenerate?"