Chapter 71, over there.

Chapter 71 Over There
“Do you mind if I ask your favorites a few questions?”

Sure enough, Nymphadora was heard asking him.

Theoretically she could have asked directly of course, but now as a Dragon Winged Asylum recipient under David’s command, she had to make the other person feel the respect from her.

Even if the red dragon at the moment didn’t even seem to be starting to care too much about that.

“Of course.” Davie instantly hooked the tip of her tail at the First Favored Loxinde, who was not far away, being a bit skeptical of life, as if she was following someone who didn’t exist and talking to herself.

“My Lord.” Loxinde instantly left his state of delirium and came to kneel on one knee in front of Davy.

“You may ask.” Davy instantly raised his chin at Nymphadora.

With a nod and a bow, Nymphadora instantly asked the heartily submissive barbarian:

“Regarding the ‘Dragonblood Warrior Ascension Ceremony’ that the elves taught you, besides you, who else knows about it?”

Upon hearing this question, Lozinde, who was originally still a bit excited, immediately looked gloomy and smiled bitterly:
“The specific steps of the ceremony as well as the list of required materials, other than me, currently only my uncle who is the clan leader knows.”

Sure enough.
David and Nymphadora wordlessly exchanged glances.

“Speak.” Davey ordered.

He then heard Loxinde open his mouth and continued as he had been told:

“I originally wanted to make it public for the benefit of all the alpine barbarians, even my wife’s ogre clan.

“In this way, perhaps it won’t take fifty years, as long as it takes three generations of hard work, it may be able to push our entire high mountain barbarians’ combat power to a peak, and then completely get rid of the status quo of being servile to the high elves, and completely get rid of the situation of fighting with each other for food and territories, and even one day, we high mountain barbarians will be able to work together to counterattack the new continent… ”

David and Nymphadora silently revealed a smile.

Laughing at this barbarian’s naivety.

It would be nearly impossible, or at least not as easy as he thought.

Because human nature, was never selfish.

Sure enough, he heard Loxinde laugh in some frustration:
“But when I brought it along with the High Elf’s professional heritage and told the patriarch about my vision, what I received was an icy rebuke.

“While telling me to keep it a secret, he told me that if I did reveal it to the public, the only thing I would get would be endless strife among the tribes, and merciless strangulation from the ‘Sons of my Father,’ no, from the ‘Sons of the Barbarians. The only thing you get is eternal strife among the tribes, and a merciless hanging from the ‘sons of my father’, no, from the ‘sons of barbarians’.

“I hesitated until I traveled to the Dragon’s Lair, after my uncle’s stern warning.

“So as of now, only the few neighboring tribes that were talked into moving away from Katgana together with my uncle know about it.

“After the battle in the southern foothills of the mountain range, these few tribes that have lost a large number of their youthful strength have gradually tended to integrate under my uncle’s consolidation.

“According to my uncle’s intention, the only barbarians who are willing to join our tribe by either joining the family or swearing in with their own beast spirit will be granted the qualification of Dragonblood Warrior, along with the right to try to study elven professions and martial skills.”

Hearing this, David basically had a number in his heart.

Thanks to him, he originally thought that the barbarians of the entire Old Continent were about to receive a major version update, directly promoted to the sons of the version at the end of this century.

Now it seems that it’s not that this barbarian doesn’t want to do this, but another variable has appeared, a variable that makes their group of barbarians all have to hold back their development.

“So what’s this My Father, bah, Savage Son thing?” David asked directly.

Loxinde, who had already received a divine burn once, was still thinking about what he could do to circumvent the risk of being cleaved again to explain to his own dragon lord, when he heard Nymphadora, the green dragon at the side, open her mouth to explain:

“A group of guys who take the name of their fighting father god as their title, sort of a group of fanatics who developed as a tribe, and an alternative and rougher form of church.”

I.e., the Sons of Ushigar!
Once prompted by Nymphadora, Loxinde naturally opened his mouth, his words filled with contempt and indignation:

“This group of Sons of Battle in the name of God almost holds the right to communicate directly with God, and also nearly monopolizes the way forward for the inauguration of all the barbarians in the whole of Skannis, if you want to learn the ‘Barbarian Way’, you either have to believe in that false god directly through the rituals, or you have to bribe those greedy guys with a lot of money. guys.

“These ugly and short-sighted people don’t care about the fact that we barbarians are already weak and have been oppressed by the elves, they are more afraid of a war than of being exploited by the elves, a war in which they will be wiped out and lose their power. Speaking of which, this barbarian also began to learn to show his loyalty just like the green dragon Nymphadora:

“One day, I, Loxinde, will completely eradicate this gang of corrupt roots that haunt and suck the blood of all barbarians, leave the shadow of that false god looming over me, and embrace the embrace from the great and generous Queen of the Five-Colored Dragons.”

But the actual effect was more like a rusty dragon’s fart slapped directly on the dragon’s root with a slip of the mouth.

The slap caused David some egg pain, the green dragon’s heart was weak, and the eyes of the red and white dragons on the side swam.

One to say one, they were present in the four five-colored dragons, there is no one counted on the queen of the dragon faith firm, even pan faith is a little difficult.

No matter what, faith in the Dragon Queen costs money!
Whether it’s praying for the Mother of Dragons to link to the Pillar of Faith’s sacrifice, or inviting the Queen of Dragons to witness the oath, or praying for God’s grace to be bestowed, which is not something that this group of poor people can afford to believe in.

In fact, I have to say that, in order to the clarity of the feedback given by the Queen of Dragons, or the degree of reliability of the oath, or the degree of the grace of God’s power, it is estimated that they can be ranked in the forefront of the gods.

Even strictly speaking, the cost of the sacrifices charged to be apportioned down the cost-effective, compared to other churches can even be counted on the conscience.

But. Who let His believers, is a group of dragons spend their money than to take their life is more difficult stingy guys it.

That’s why the same saying circulated amongst the followers of the five-colored dragon:

Only by abandoning the instinct of greed is the path to greatness.

But it was scoffed at by almost all the dragons.

Because it’s a piece of nonsense that’s close to the truth.

Any fucking dragon would know that.

There’s even a profession called the Dragon of the Seal of the Gods, and as long as you swallow all of your own treasure you can open the path to the sealing of the gods, although the path to becoming a god is still a long way off, and even the 10,000-foot tall building has just risen from the ground.

But it is still the same old problem, without treasure, without the fun of continuing to chase wealth, what is the point of living for these dragons?

In order to alleviate the awkward and eerie silence, Davy smashed his mouth, and his gaze resettled on his dependent Loxind who still thought he had said something wrong again:

“I believe the facts are already known to you, so I’ll tell you this.

“That Dragonblood Warrior ascension ceremony of yours originally belonged to our giant dragon’s familiars’ rituals, and sooner or later, I had to take back the ban completely on behalf of my ancestors.

“So, my favored Rosinde, I now give you a choice:

“Is it for me to go and reclaim it now?

“or to follow me on a journey to the New World, and when you return, solve this problem for me?”

Even Loxinde, who was a barbarian, had finally gotten the hang of it, where he still didn’t understand what this Dragon Lord of his meant.

This was simply condoning his clan to enjoy this rare avenue of power before his master reclaimed his dragon’s grace!
Thinking that more clansmen and barbarians joining the tribe would be able to escape from the exploitation and control of the Sons of Ushgah, and be able to obtain extraordinary power no less than that of a barbarian warrior or a Beast Spirit shaman, and even join the Red Dragon Lord’s banner like him!
Instantly captured by the wonderful vision before him, Loxinde took a deep breath and replied in a deep voice:
“I wish to follow my Lord to the New World.

“Having spent my whole life in this bitterly cold land, I

“I want to go to the other side of the sea and see.

“I’ve heard that the scenery over there is beautiful.”

David instantly raised his dragon claw and pointed at the turquoise blue sea to the west, joking:

“Then you might be destined to be disappointed.

“The other side of the sea.
“It’s the enemy.”

(End of chapter)