Rebirth of the Red Dragon: Self-Discipline Becomes Stronger

You know, since ancient times.

The five-color dragon and the metal dragon have never been at peace.

Especially the silver dragon and the red dragon are like a sea of ​​blood and deep feud.

Although the silver dragon is not as good as the red dragon, it is definitely ranked first in hating the red dragon.

Dage, who is older than Jinlong, is more fierce than Golden Dragon.

This may be related to the attributes and habits of both parties.

One uses Frost Breath to live in a humid place.

One uses flame breath to live in a dry and high temperature place.

Both are opposites.

But now Lilia actually wanted the silver dragon to obey the order of the red dragon Xilin.

All the soldiers present felt it impossible.

How could Yinlong listen to Red Dragon's words.

No, it should be said, how could the metal dragon listen to the five-color dragon.

Even the five-color dragon itself can hardly listen to the words of the old red dragon Dage, let alone the metal dragons of different camps.

This is simply a fantasy.

Unless Bahamut, Lord of the North Wind, and Tiamat, Mother of the Five Colored Dragons, become friends.

But this is impossible.

"Are you sure they will surrender to me?"

Xilin's sharp claw popped out, pointing to the group of silver dragons below and said.

It is not that simple to let this group of silver dragons surrender.

Don't think that by taking a soul threat, they can be forced to obey themselves.

Silver Dragon, a race for peace, would rather die than listen to Xilin's words.

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Lilia paused for a while, and she really couldn't make Silver Dragon surrender to Xilin.

The silver dragons underneath raised their heads one by one.

"Kill us if you have the ability!"

"Yes! Dirty dragon! The pure and beautiful silver dragon can't take orders from you!"

"Bah! The great North Wind Lord will punish you!"

As Xilin said, these silver dragons would not listen to him at all.

Lilia looked at these comrades, and remembered the days spent in Noxus these days.

She discovered that the Red Dragon Empire was not as evil as everyone thought.

The residents here live and work in peace and contentment, and all of them are friendly friends.

Even if there is a conflict, the conflict will be resolved through the use of force to win or lose on the fighting stage.

After playing this game, it is not allowed to care about previous conflicts anymore.

This is the true portrayal of the Red Dragon Empire Noxus.

Even if Noxus is respected by force, isn't it true that the rules of Western Fantasy Continent are not supreme in reality?,

Even if it is a peace-loving silver dragon, their leader does not necessarily have to be strong, only in this way can they better lead the silver dragon to peace.

Besides, even if there is no Red Dragon Empire, is there no war in the Western Fantasy Continent?

The Western Fantasy Continent has been at war from beginning to end.

The emergence of the Red Dragon Empire only allowed everyone to find a common vent in the war.

"Did you see it? I gave them a chance, but they won't take it and send them to the Noxus guillotine."

Xilin already gave Lilia a face, and also gave these silver dragons a chance.

Since you don't cherish it, just kill it!

As for those golden dragons, there is no need to ask. They, as the old Dage of the metal dragons, are even less likely to obey Xilin's orders.

Soon, a group of giant dragons were sent to the side of the Noxus guillotine.

Suddenly, countless residents of the imperial capital came here, and they all wanted to see what the scene of beheading the dragon was.

A red dragon was killed here once.

Xilin led everyone to the Noxus guillotine.

Lilia and Fior did not follow.

Who would want to see their own people beheaded off one by one.

-Ask for flowers...

"Evil dragon! One day, you will be sent here too!"

"Roar!"

The sound of dragons filled the entire Noxus guillotine.

One by one looked at Xilin with hatred.

Xilin didn't take them seriously.

A silver dragon was pushed onto the high guillotine.

The cold guillotine immediately calmed down the silver dragon underneath.

The feeling of Death hanging on the top page is really not friendly.

The blood-colored Longsuo penetrated the silver dragon's torso and fixed him firmly under the black guillotine.

At the moment when he was lying under the guillotine, Yinlong felt the monkey-like gaze of the Noxus crowd and felt endless humiliation.

"Roar!

As the last dignity of the dragon clan, Yinlong roared at the group of people in the audience.

Puffy!

The next moment!

The dazzling guillotine fell suddenly.

Even the extremely sturdy body of Yinlong's body looked like tofu from the guillotine, split in two.

The huge dragon head rolled down to the stage, attracting the attention of the masses.

Blue blood flowed from the neck of the silver dragon.

The blood that was supposed to wash the guillotine was strangely absorbed by the guillotine.

The dragons that have not yet gone up face each other.

They saw fear and fear in each other's eyes.

At this moment they regretted a little, but the dragon was proud and did not allow them to intercede with Xilin.

But there are always cases.

"Great red dragon, humble Puksa prays that you can let go of the ignorant and stupid me."

One of the silver dragons hoped that Xilin would let him go.

"Let you go? Don't forget, I gave you a chance before." B.

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