Accidentally raised the dragon crookedly

The planet chosen by the elves is the most suitable for alchemy forging, and it is not suitable for living at all.A manor with gorgeous reliefs suddenly appeared on the wasteland, which is strange no matter how you look at it.

Not to mention that there was not even a single figure of the Imperial Army around, Fu Shuan licked the tips of his tense teeth, and his steps became a little heavy.

Luo Qing, who was leading the way, seemed to have sensed something, and turned around to show Fu Shu'an a harmless smile.

The more beautiful the smile, the harder the attack.

This sentence suddenly popped up in Fu Shuan's mind, and he almost laughed out loud.

"What's wrong? Is there any problem?" Luo Qing asked kindly when he saw his strange expression.

"No, it's just the first time I've been to such a big manor, and I'm a little surprised." Fu Shu'an held back his smile and waved his hands again and again, pointing to the beautifully manicured garden next to him and said.

Naturally, Luo Qing didn't believe this kind of reason, but he didn't question Fu Shuan again, but changed the topic calmly.

"I came this time to follow my father to do research on the newly discovered resource pool. I thought it would take a lot of time, so I stayed here temporarily. I haven't visited it for a long time."

There was a strong remembrance in his words, and Fu Shuan's voice softened a bit.

"Your father is...?"

Luo Qing hid the disgust in his eyes, smiled slightly and said, "Luo Sen."

Fu Shuan's pupils trembled, but he immediately covered it up with a smile. He exaggeratedly said, "So your father is Lord Luo Sen! It's really amazing!"

'system!Quickly find out who is Rosen's son? ! '

'Master Host, Rosen has eighteen sons, which one did you ask? '

'...'

After going back and forth, the two walked through the corridor to the entrance of the main hall.

Pure white carved pillars stand on both sides, and there is a large and complicated pattern on the gold-plated gate, which looks very solemn.

"Let's go, the afternoon tea is already served."

Before Fu Shuan went in, he paid a little attention to the pattern on it, it seemed to be a dragon...but it also looked like a jiao.Looking at the resplendent gold and jade inside, he suddenly felt an uncomfortable feeling.

But the door behind him had been quietly closed, so Fu Shu'an had no choice but to suppress the discomfort in his heart and stepped on the blood-red carpet.

Luo Qing watched Fu Shuan walk in, with a satisfied smile on his lips.

The prey has been caught, as long as there is no mistake in the south, the completion of the plan is just around the corner!

'boom!boom!boom!Boom——'The continuous sound of gunshots and missile launches came from the southern region, and the barren place had experienced the invasion of war and became even uglier, with bloodshot holes floating like cotton wool.

Several warships confronted each other in the air, fighting fiercely.

"Marshal! The firepower is too fierce. If we continue to fight, we may lose both!" The soldiers in the warship shouted anxiously at the display screen, and three of the five warships sent over were actually destroyed. This has never happened before. !

And the other party is the most inconspicuous Rosen family on weekdays!How could they have such fierce military power? !

Morrist looked at the distress signals from the remaining two warships with a gloomy expression, as if a storm was brewing.The adjutant next to him was also anxious, and quickly said: "Marshal, do you want to send a small team to rescue?"

"Where is Rosen now?" Morrie got up and cut off the distress signals of the two warships.

The adjutant was stunned for a moment and immediately replied: "If you go back to the marshal, Lord Rosen should be in the elves now."

Morrie snorted coldly, looked at the report on the communicator and said meaningfully: "Really? How did I hear that idiot Augsig suddenly went to the Dragon Clan's territory a few days ago."

The entire military department knew that Admiral Augsig had private contacts with Lord Rosen, so the adjutant immediately knew about it.

"...What do you mean?" The adjutant reacted quickly, and he tentatively said, "The real Lord Rosen is not here, but in the Dragon Clan?"

Morrie didn't answer him. He tapped the direction indicator on the control room irregularly with his callused fingertips. After a long silence, he suddenly asked: "The newly formed team was recalled from the Dragon Clan a few days ago?"

The adjutant nodded, "After you issued the recall order, all the teams lurking in various ethnic groups have returned."

"It's them."

An inconspicuous small spaceship came out from the corner of the mine, several people in black cloaks concealed their figures, and quietly surrounded the two sides who were fighting fiercely with guns in their waists.

The team is worthy of being the elites raised by Mori from various races, and they turned the situation around with one move.

"It's the elite team! Marshal Murray really didn't abandon us! Brothers, go! Shoot down these rubbish!"

"The speed is so fast! Rosen's men don't have any skills, bah!"

Another arm of the spaceship was blown off, and the faces of the people in the control room were extremely ugly. He hurriedly contacted the boss but still received no reply, "Damn it...! Let's retreat first! This side can't be stopped!"

The person next to him immediately refuted him with a pale face, "No! Absolutely can't retreat, I don't want to be thrown into the laboratory by that psychopath, I might as well be killed by them!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he pulled the pusher to the top, and charged towards the elite squad that was carrying out unilateral massacres underground.

The imperial army who were still fighting below were stunned. No one expected that the opponent would be so fierce, and what they were fighting was the idea of ​​killing each other.

The situation changed suddenly. At the edge of the elite team, a man in a black cloak jumped straight into it.

Others exclaimed, "Ah! How dare he!" "How could one person block the impact of a huge spaceship!"

But he just blocked it.

The sound of explosions and bright flames overlapped in the sky, and countless wreckages of spaceships were burning and falling slowly. When the gray smoke cleared, a black figure walked out of the sea of ​​flames, welcoming the cheers of countless soldiers .

The man in the control room stood up abruptly and patted the table with trembling hands.

The fiery red light in the video is reflected in the dark brown pupils, and the joy in his voice cannot be concealed, "Quick... slow down the video just now ten times for me! No... it's a hundred times!"

In the deliberately slowed down video, the man finally found a special frame.

"Look here, is there a trace of silver under the cloak?" Morrie stared at the zoomed-in blurred image, his eyes were bloodshot.

The adjutant nodded again and again, his face full of disbelief, "Marshal! There can't be any silver-haired humans in the team!"

Restricted by blood, the hair of the human race is only brown and gray.And it is absolutely impossible for other ethnic groups to appear in the imperial army, ethnic groups with silver-white hair...

"Dragon clan."

Morris said in a low voice.

The adjutant was a little surprised and unspeakable. He was thinking about whether the dragon clan openly sent a dragon to lurk in the imperial army. Could it be that they wanted to start a war with the imperial army?Or have other plans?Could it be that they also want to snatch new resource pools?

He shook his head, he couldn't think about it anymore, otherwise it would be Star Wars.The adjutant frowned and looked at his marshal, only to find that the marshal seemed very happy, and his seat turned around unconsciously.

"..."

Mori was worried that he couldn't persuade Fu Shuan, so God gave him a beautiful gift.

Too timely.

When the task is completed, he has to go to the Dragon Clan to worship the Dragon God Statue and thank him.Morrie finally put down a big rock, looking at Rosen's bluish-purple face, he felt much more pleasing to the eye.

He switched the screen to the southern victory scene, looked at the tall figure sitting silently on the stone avoiding the crowd, and sighed softly: "It turns out that as long as the dragons have feelings, they will become so persistent."

The man lowered his head and thought of something, with a gentle smile on his lips.

His eyes fell on the far east, which was the direction of the central star.