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"After the Dragon Legion and the Black Hawk Legion, the battle flag of the Dragon Spirit Legion was added. Brandt was granted the title of the Dragon Spirit Clan leader and the commander of the Third Dragon Spirit Legion."

When he heard Lao Lei's decision, Brandt suddenly turned around and became stunned, as if someone had hit him on his head, standing there like a wooden stick, looking at Lao Lei with his eyes stunned.

In the next few seconds, Brandt's slender eyes suddenly flashed with a straight and warm light.

Maybe Lao Lei wouldn't understand a feeling of belonging. When he found out that Lao Lei was not a joke, Brandt couldn't believe his ears for a moment.

Is this still the Emperor of Glory, the Dragon Ruler, and the Butcher Executioner whom he knew?

But then again, no matter how shocked Brandt was, and how much the other voice in his body was cursing, he was an idiot who gave up his life.

At this moment, all Brandt had in his heart was gratitude.

As a disgusting reptile who is called a monster by the sub-elves, a disgusting reptile who is hostile to the higher elves, and an ugly dragon spirit in the eyes of humans.

Brandt thought about ending his life more than once.

It's just another sound deep in consciousness that has always prevailed.

If this time, who can give a race glory and belonging?

Then this man must be Lao Lei. He is both an emperor with one word and a conqueror who is glorious.

In ten years, the reputation of the evil dragon ruler of the evil dragon empire has become famous in the wasteland continent.

Any words he said were valued by the entire Wasteland Continent. Whether it was a brilliant city, a Thunder Cliff, or even the ruler of the three planes of the Wasteland Continent.

Any order he issued to the army was related to the survival of a tribe or even a race.

As for the Ba Jin Dynasty, which was surviving, and Ha himself, now he doesn't even deserve to carry shoes to the evil dragon ruler.

"Soul High Priest, Dragon Spirit Clan Chief, and Dragon Spirit Legion Commander Brandt. Come to see my Emperor!"

Brandt used the title of the Old Forest Kingdom to formally accept Lao Lei's imperial edict.

The Spartan war gun in Lao Lei's hand, and the light tap on the left and right of Brandt's shoulder, represents the supreme glory and gift of power, which was recognized by the entire Empire of Glory.

"Brant was too proud and stubborn to bring trauma to Lao Lei and the shame of dignity. Perhaps only by adding some selfishness and honor to his character can he become a qualified conqueror. And half of the dragon bloodline in his body does this."

Lao Lei believes in this.

The newly established Dragon Spirit Legion currently has only 300 people, but in the near future, Brandt's own noble golden blood appeal is not only enough to shock the five-type evil dragons, but also can directly recruit all the Dragon Spirit clans.

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Smack~~~~

The pack beast's roar was mixed with a loud whip.

In front and behind a huge wooden car, there were not only hundreds of pack beasts, but also densely packed sub-elf coolies.

These selected sub-elf coolies are all Lamin warriors who have lived after the war, but would rather die than surrender. Or they are on the surface but are captured in the riots. Among them are even some soul archers who were once glorious and known as the top group of mainland troops.

As a soul archer who has advanced cultivation and close guard of the Queen of the Forest, Pattyson's iconic image is that he has long flowing green hair with slightly curly curly.

And his fair and tough appearance, and that handsome face.

When the whip soaked in salt water fell on him like raindrops, bright red blood fell on the ground, new wounds covered the old wounds, and the heart-wrenching pain made him breathless.

Smack~~~

The dragon warrior, who is strong in body, walks like the wind, and is as strong as pine, is still dissatisfied with his speed.

When a cold sound stinged his eardrums, he woke up again from the vague edge of consciousness, and another poisonous whip was blown.

Pattyson gritted his teeth, his gums were blue, and he refused to beg for mercy. He didn't know how many times it was, but he only knew that he couldn't die...

"For a proud warrior, a powerful soul shooter, it is too humiliating and not worth it to die like this..."

Let these difficult-to-taste sub-elf coolies consume and die on the way. This is a cold command issued by the dragon ruler directly to the dragon warriors.

After three days, this taciturn soul Sagittarius was covered with countless scars on his face, whether it was his wrist, neck or cheeks, and there was a faint deep and shallow scar in the sunlight.

The new wound covers the old wound. On the skin on the back, the finger is just the most obvious one. Beside it, hundreds of feet are gushing out like dark flowers, and extremely thin shadows. Every move will shine in the bright sun.

Sweat dripped from Pattyson's smooth forehead and crossed a slope. He suddenly felt his steps difficult, and his intuition told him, "If this continues, it will take less than an afternoon to think of the tribe members who were eaten by wolves before, and they will turn into a pile of roadside wreckage filled with flies."

When life is about to be exhausted and all the glory is deprived, Pattyson kept asking himself in his heart, "Faced with humiliating death, where is the glory, and where is the glory cub? Is it just a pair of smelly dung behind the wolf, or a full meal for those flies on the roadside."

As the close guard of the Queen of the Forest, Pattyson knows many secrets that others don't know.

In fact, since three years ago, he began to doubt the glory of flowers he shouldered. When he witnessed the holy and noble Queen of the Forest, Pattyson had been entangled in his chaotic heart.

Looking up at the bleak light in the sky, illuminating the blood stains dragged all the way on the grass, and also illuminating the vast mountains and fields. The mountains were covered with white days, and the road was just under my feet, but Pattyson could not see any trace of the road.

"General Bellinger has an order, and the speed is too slow. Execute this power on the spot and replace them with the newcomers behind!"

Finally, a military order from the evil dragon warrior beside him defeated the last glorious will in Pattyson's heart.

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Chapter completed!