Chapter 1014 Poor Guy

The next day, when Imrik, whose legs were a little weak, met a group of Aslays, the mental state of these once arrogant shunners had improved significantly.

From being in disbelief yesterday to slowly accepting the reality today, his expression is heavy and crazy.

Aslay is crazy and Imric doesn't care. They are just a bunch of tool people. Do you really think you can become a first-class citizen of Caledor with just a few words?

Looking at Araloth, who seemed a little different from before, Imric wanted to laugh a little, what a sad person.

Maybe Lilith really loves you, but her love requires you to give everything you value.

"So Aralos, you have changed your mind and are ready to join the Phoenix King's army."

"Yes, but I only obey Her Majesty Alarielle's orders. After all..."

Imric waved his hand to tell him to stop talking, and said politely, "After all, I am not the Phoenix King yet, and I am not qualified to order Alaros, the great hero of Athel Loren.

If you want to fight Drucci, you can. But don't make things worse for me. You promise to withstand the pressure of a front, but then run away because you can't bear the casualties. "

"Don't think too badly of Aslay, no sacrifice is unacceptable."

"Then let me wait and see."

After finishing his conversation with the hero, Imric turned around and looked at the figures of Drachnir and the Twilight sisters side by side, feeling a little sad for no reason.

What is my son's sexual fetish? He doesn't really like giant dragons. He just dreams about hanging out with a group of giant toads. He even likes a lowly Itain girl.

But she actually hooked up with two Aslays... Did you know that the Twilight sisters are actually jungle spirits, and they have sex with trees? What a blasphemy to the family's honor.

"You three..."

Drachnir coughed and said seriously, "Father, Alohan and Neralise want to temporarily join the Dragon Gate to avenge the Mage Queen with Ariel's army."

Imrik glanced at his son suspiciously. How could he be called by his name and so intimately in just one night? Are you sure he is the son of my incomprehensible dragon prince?

Alarielle grabbed her lover's sleeves without leaving any trace. She always talked about free love. Could it be that her two new maids were not worthy of Prince Caledor?

Although the Eternal Queen vaguely feels that Draconir, who has the blood of two ancient families, and the Twilight sisters are indeed a bit high...

But that doesn't matter, it's okay to talk about feelings and contribute to the elven race.

By the way...can they conceive a baby dragon?

The queen's suspicious gaze also gave the Twilight sisters a chill in their hearts. Of course, they figured out their identity immediately after Ariel disappeared and regarded Alarielle as their new mistress.

But if you calculate it this way, is Imric the head of the family...

The outspoken Neralis did not hesitate. For the sons of Athel Loren, life has its own source, and freedom means freedom of mind.

"Mother and head of the family, please rest assured that Ariel's military front will cooperate with all Caledor's military operations and vow to make Drucci pay the price with blood."

The determination in Nelaris' words was strong, but Imric's blood pressure suddenly began to rise, the veins in his head bulged, and his hair unnaturally emitted high-temperature white air.

But within a few breaths, the head of the house, who was comforted by the queen's spirit, calmed down, glared at Drachnir, and said in a bad tone, "I hope you can give me and your mother an explanation later."

Draconir nodded blankly, thinking that no matter how much explanation he had, it would be nonsense. His father, who was probably busy with other things, would forget about it later. Prince Caledor expressed that he was not panic at all.

Imrik had several reasons for being angry. One was that his son had hooked up with the jungle spirit Twilight sisters, and the other was the special meaning of the word "house master" in the Elvish language.

Although the Dragon Tamer family has many vassals, there is no one who can call themselves the head of the family, because there are no collateral members at all.

We, Caledor, need to open a branch in Athel Loren?

After giving his son a look of self-understanding, Imric was about to end his short journey to Athel Loren. He was busy with a series of troubles after the dragon's resurrection. It was not easy to spare a day to come to the old world.

"I will return to the palace. If Asrai wants to catch up with the progress of revenge, he'd better hurry up and go to Ulthuan. Caledor's hatred of Druchi is no less than yours."

No one knows how Imric came to Athel Loren, just as no one knows how he escaped from the shackles of the magic network and disappeared into a ball of red and white light.

The ten dragons were left behind in Athel Loren, and their mission was extremely simple. They were to "assist" the weak Everqueen to unify Athel Loren's intricate forces.

After hearing Araloth explain the arrangements while stroking his chest and bowing his head to express respect, Alarielle nodded slightly, approved Lord Tasern's decision, and praised it generously,

"You did a great job Araloth. It would be extremely difficult for anyone in your situation to adjust their emotions in a short period of time and prepare for the continuation of the race. You make me proud, Queen Ariel's chosen champion."

But Aralos just shook his head and denied one of the words.

"Your Majesty, you have obtained everything from Queen Ariel. In the name of inheritance, I am already your divinely chosen champion."

Alarielle didn't know how to tell the truth to the honorable warrior. The queen naturally has a champion warrior. Although this champion warrior has not fulfilled his duties for even a day, he still holds the distinguished title in Ulthuan.

Draknir wasted no time in mocking, "Stop it, Araloth. If you want to be His Majesty's champion, you have to take away my father's title."

But who knew that Araloth did not react at all to this taunt, and still emphasized firmly, "You are not only the Eternal Queen of Assur, but also the Forest Queen of Athel Loren. Prince Imric of Caledor is the Eternal Queen's son." Champion warrior, and I am the divinely chosen champion personally proclaimed by His Majesty Ariel. Maybe he will be dissatisfied and kill another of your champions, but he cannot stop me from doing my duty."

"I feel honored by Sir Alaros's faith." Alarielle did not hesitate to praise the brave men, and she did not even hide her blessings. A unique mark of her divine power emerged from her hands and was slowly imprinted on Alaros. Ross's shoulders.

A heart of Elsa wrapped in a ring of thorns is clearly imprinted on the hero's body.

Draconir chuckled and did not stop the queen's actions. In his eyes, Araloth was a tool man, a tool man who pushed Aslay to Caledor because he discovered the truth about Lilith.

Since he is a tool man, he must respect his ideas, otherwise where can he find a poor guy with status and ability. (End of chapter)