Chapter 364: Chapter 359: The Nation of The Different Kind Chapter 364: Chapter 359: The Nation of The Different Kind “What need is there for you to tell me? Don’t you think I know already?” The Zor Elf Queen gave a dismissive glance towards the voluptuous Elf, scantily clad, covering only her private regions. Her displeasure was hardly concealed.

“Please forgive me, Your Majesty.” Iris, who was once a matriarch of the Zor family, quickly apologized. She knew the Queen was suspicious of the Elf mothers who had surrendered to her and would take any opportunity to reprimand them.

“Well, in that case, you should head the delegation to attend the ceremony in response to Lockman Kingdom’s request.” The Zor Elf Queen took advantage of the situation to assign her a task, “Since Belradin has invited my kingdom of Medis Dark Region, we mustn’t show any weaknesses.”

“Your Majesty!” On hearing the assignment of a diplomatic mission to her, Iris’s face turned extremely pale. It was clearly a thankless task, and what was worse, was the likelihood of danger. After all, sometimes, humans were even more ruthless than demons. No, to be exact, humans had no bottom-line at all.

“You’re unwilling?” The Zor Elf Queen asked, looking at Iris with a gentle smile.

“I am willing.” Seeing the smile on the face of the Queen, who wasn’t even two hundred years old yet, made Iris shudder. She quickly lowered her head, remembering it was the same smile the Queen had when she had issued the order to slaughter a Tauren tribe that had refused to submit.

“That’s good then, prepare yourself and set off in ten days.” Hearing that the former Zor elf mother accepted her order, the Elf Queen, whose hands’ knew no shortage of bloodshed, nodded her head in satisfaction and resumed her previous languid demeanor.

“After the ceremony ends and you return, come to see me right away. Report everything you saw and heard, I am quite curious about this Golden Dragon Regent Duke.”

“If you’re curious, why not go yourself? Why send me to die? Damned dark-skinned bitch.” Iris acquiesced respectfully on the outside, but internally she had begun to fantasize of a hundred and eight ways for the Elf Queen to die.

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Ding! Ding! Dang! Dang! In the royal capital of the Sherman Dwarf Principality, located in the Eastern Territory of Lockman Kingdom, you can always hear the sound of dwarves forging metal. Sparks drift above the city every now and then, and the air is filled with the sensation of heat.

“Your Highness, King Belradin of Lockman Kingdom has sent an invitation. In a fortnight, he will abdicate the throne for a golden dragon named Muria to take reign as the Regent Duke. They are conducting a ceremony for the transfer of power and have invited our Sherman Duchy to attend.”

A heavily armored dwarf, but stocky and sturdy, reported to the gigantic dwarf duke sitting not far from him on the steel throne.

He was a giant with distinctive dwarf features. Like the average dwarf, he appeared squat and sturdy, as a dwarf magnified by more than tenfold. Considering the size, it had nothing to do with being a dwarf. He was a dwarf who had awakened the bloodline of the Mountain King.

“Inviting a golden dragon to serve as the Regent Duke? Hehe.” An intrigued look broke on the face of the dwarf king – who had ousted the previous weak duke and ruled with unprecedented toughness – “Belradin, that waste, still has some ideas.”

“Your Highness, who are you planning to send to Lockman Kingdom to attend the enthronement ceremony of the Regent Duke?” Hearing the report from the dwarf general, a dwarf elder stroked his braided beard, trailing close to the ground and volunteered, “Let me lead the team and go there!”

“No, I’ll go there myself.” The dwarf duke rejected the minister’s proposal, making an unexpected decision that surprised all the dwarfs.

“Your Highness, that’s not right. You should know our Sherman Duchy is already in opposition with Lockman Kingdom. If you personally attend this ceremony in the royal capital of these humans, the humans might seize the opportunity to…”

“Even if these humans want to harm me, I can kill them all with Mjolnir.” The dwarf duke hummed heavily, exuding strong confidence, “But the probability of that happening is slim.”

“Why?”

“Didn’t you hear? A Golden Dragon is about to ascend to the throne of Lockman Kingdom. He is definitely not the same as those despicable humans. So there’s no need to worry. That’s final.”

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If a tribe reputation contest were to be held, the Golden Dragon Clan would surely be at the top. From the godly to the mortal, as long as they had some intelligence, everyone knew the golden dragons were benevolent and were undoubtedly trustworthy as friends.

Hence, with the golden dragon’s blood flowing through his body, Muria was welcomed everywhere. He was a giant dragon that could find allies to help him no matter where he went. They maintained relationships above mere friendly with all kind factions.

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In the vast wild forests of the northern Lockman Kingdom stood an austere, primitive city, built around a short volcano using massive stones. It is the Royal Capital of the Kingdom of Red Wings, which was founded less than five years ago.

In the heart of this giant stone city is the Obsidian Palace, built on the crater of the volcano. Sesa, the King of the Gnolls, a unique being that had evolved from a Gnoll to a Red Dragon, lived there.

Of course, with his current form and appearance, Sesa had no connection to the Gnolls. This title was given to him by the Lockman Kingdom with a hint of scorn.

In reality, within the Kingdom of Red Wings, all the Gnolls that had awakened the Dragon Vein called themselves Dragon People and respectfully referred to Sesa as the King of the Dragon People.

At this moment, when the Sherman Dwarf Principality and the Zor Elves of the Dark Region received the invitation, as an alien nation in the northern territory of the Lockman Kingdom, and the object Belradin most wanted Muria to intimidate – the King of Dragon People had naturally also received the invitation.

“Great King of the Dragon People…” A Dragon Person, over five meters tall, covered with light red scales and sporting a long tail, stepped into the rugged Obsidian Palace. He kneeled in front of the Red-scaled, majestic Sesa, offering his tribute and conveyed Belradin’s invitation.

“A Golden Dragon as Regent Duke!” On hearing the report of this Dragon Person, whose form had evolved from a Gnoll, Sesa, with his brilliant red scales and majestic demeanor, slowly opened his magma-like Dragon Eyes and lifted his Dragon Head, getting into a sitting position.

“Pass the order, I shall go to the Kingdom of Lockman, to attend the ceremony of my Dragon Race.”

“I will follow your will, my great king.” There was no doubt at all. This powerful Dragon Person, who distorted the air around it with its presence, left to prepare. As one who had risen from the very bottom alongside Sesa, he was a diehard loyalist of Sesa.

“A Golden Dragon.” After the Dragon Person left, Sesa, who had already learned of Muria’s existence murmured, “How wonderful it would have been if I had awakened the Golden Dragon lineage when I first awakened mine.”

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