Gods: Start with Goblins

.But you must remember, since you have chosen to join the demon clan, you must serve the demon clan wholeheartedly. This is not just a verbal promise, but also a guideline for your future actions. The demon clan never keeps idle people, and will not tolerate any betrayal or double-mindedness. If you dare to slack off or have a different mind, I will never let you off easily! I will personally send you to a place of no return and make you regret your original choice! "Lord Luodan's voice was low and powerful, and every word seemed to carry a thousand pounds of weight, hitting the dragon's heart heavily.

Jiaolong was overjoyed when he heard this, as if a huge rock had fallen to the ground. He knew that he had finally made the right choice. He hurriedly responded respectfully: "Thank you, sir! I will do my best to serve the demon clan! I will go through fire and water without hesitation! Please rest assured, sir, from now on, I, Jiaolong, will be a member of the demon clan in life and a ghost of the demon clan in death!" His voice was firm and resolute, full of determination and faith in the future.

In the hall, the demon soldiers applauded and cheered, applauding Lord Luodan's wise decision. They knew that the addition of Jiaolong would undoubtedly add a powerful force to the demon clan. And Jiaolong finally found his home under the protection of the demon clan. He felt an unprecedented sense of belonging and security, as if he had finally found the harbor of life.

However, deep in the dark and mysterious palace of the demon clan, the huge body of the dragon was trembling slightly. He felt an unprecedented tension and uneasiness, as if an invisible hand was tightly strangling his throat. He stared at the adult sitting on the throne in front of him with wide eyes, his heart full of doubts and confusion. The adult's surname was Long, which was an extremely rare surname in the demon clan. You know, in the demon clan, the surname Long often represents nobility and power, which made him curious about the adult's identity.

"Sir, are you...are you really a dragon?" Jiaolong finally couldn't help but ask, his voice trembling with awe. He knew his question might be a bit presumptuous, but the doubts in his heart surged like a tide, making him unable to suppress it.

Lord Luodan smiled slightly upon hearing this, and that smile revealed a hint of mystery and depth. "Haha, Jiaolong, why are you so interested in my identity? In the demon clan, identity and surname are not important, what is important is your strength and loyalty. However, since you asked, it doesn't matter if I tell you. I do have a close connection with the dragon clan, but so what? In the demon clan, I am just an ordinary soldier, and like you, I am fighting for the future of the demon clan." Lord Luodan's voice was calm and indifferent, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

After hearing this, Jiaolong suddenly became enlightened. He understood that no matter what the master's identity was, he was a leader worthy of his respect and loyalty. He bowed deeply and said firmly: "Master, I understand! No matter who you are, I will serve you wholeheartedly! Serve the demon clan!" His eyes flashed with a firm light, as if he had seen his future path.

"Could it be that you know this person, sir?" A demon soldier beside the dragon asked in a low voice. His voice was as thin as a mosquito, but it was full of tentativeness and caution that could not be concealed. He tilted his head slightly and glanced at the lord sitting on the throne with his peripheral vision, trying to catch a clue from the lord's expression. He felt that there seemed to be some kind of subtle and complex atmosphere between the lord and the dragon. This atmosphere was like an invisible net, making them, the bystanders, feel that something was wrong.

"Or did this guy do something to you before? Do we need to take action?" Another soldier echoed. Although his voice was low, his tone revealed strong hostility and vigilance. He tightly grasped the weapon in his hand, and his eyes flashed with a sharp light, as if he was ready to rush forward at any time to clear all obstacles for you. They all knew that in the territory of the demons, any disturbance could not be taken lightly, let alone this seemingly calm but undercurrent situation.

When Jiaolong heard these words, he felt even more uneasy, as if a huge rock was pressing on his heart, making it almost impossible for him to breathe. He stood there, not daring to move, fearing that his every move would anger this adult and cause unnecessary trouble. Thoughts flashed through his mind quickly, trying to find out why he had offended this adult. However, he racked his brains but couldn't figure it out. He and this adult really didn't know each other and had never had any intersection!

"Sir, I... I really don't know you, and I have never offended you!" Jiaolong finally mustered up the courage and said in a trembling voice. Although his voice was weak, it was full of helplessness and fear. He knew that he was like a fish on the chopping board, and could only be slaughtered, but he still hoped that there would be a chance of a turnaround, so that he could get out of this embarrassing situation.

Hearing this, the master raised his head slightly, his deep eyes seemed to be able to see into people's hearts. He glanced at Jiaolong, then at the surrounding demon soldiers, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "Hehe, you don't have to be so nervous. Brother Jiaolong and I are indeed strangers, and we have never had any intersection. The reason why I pay attention to him is just because the aura he exudes is a little special, which makes me feel a little curious." The master's voice was calm and indifferent, but it seemed to have a kind of magic that instantly eased the originally tense atmosphere.

When Jiaolong heard what the master said, he was relieved. He knew that he had finally escaped from this unprovoked disaster. He looked at the master gratefully, then bowed deeply and said sincerely: "Thank you for your magnanimity! I, Jiaolong, will be more careful in the future and will never cause any trouble to you and the demons!"

"Could this lord have made a mistake?" Jiaolong muttered to himself. Although his voice was weak, as if it was just the breath of his lips moving gently, it was particularly clear in the palace where only his heartbeat could be heard. He looked up at the lord sitting on the throne. His eyes seemed to be able to penetrate all the fog, trying to find a trace of admitting his mistake, or even a little warmth and reconciliation on his face. However, the lord's face was as cold as an iceberg, without any expression, as if it was a lifelike stone statue, making it impossible to peek into his true thoughts.

"I have never met you, but I have never forgotten you. This is impossible!" Jiaolong continued to talk to himself, his tone full of helplessness and confusion, as if he was talking to himself, and as if he was seeking answers from this empty palace. He knew very well that in the hierarchical world of the demon clan, the importance of identity and status was self-evident. He was just a small Jiaolong, and although he had impressive strength, he was just an insignificant existence in the demon clan. How could he have anything to do with this noble and powerful adult? This was simply a fantasy!
At this moment, the atmosphere in the palace suddenly became solemn. The master suddenly spoke, his voice was low and majestic, as if it was an echo from the abyss, making people involuntarily feel awe: "Jiaolong, you don't need to be nervous. I really don't know you, and I have never had any grudges. The reason why I pay attention to you is that the aura on you is similar to that of an old friend I once knew. I will never forget that aura. It reminds me of an event many years ago, an event that I buried deep in my heart and didn't want to touch."

The words of the master were like a flash of lightning, instantly illuminating the fog in Jiaolong's heart. He suddenly realized that he had attracted the master's attention only because of his similar aura to that of the master's old friend. The tension and uneasiness in his heart instantly dissipated, replaced by a strong curiosity about the master's mysterious past. "Master, who is that old friend?" Jiaolong couldn't help but ask. Although his voice was still a little trembling, it was much firmer than before. He wanted to know which master he had such a deep connection with that made this noble master unable to forget.

Hearing this, the master was silent for a moment. His eyes became deep and distant, as if he had traveled through the barriers of time and space and returned to the distant past. Then, he slowly opened his mouth and told a long-forgotten story, a story about friendship, betrayal and redemption...

Hearing this, Jiaolong heaved a sigh of relief, as if a huge rock had been removed from his chest, making him feel more relaxed than ever before. He knew that he had finally been freed from this sudden and unprovoked disaster, and was no longer the object of misunderstanding and suspicion. He looked at the Lord with gratitude, his eyes gleaming with sincerity, and said respectfully: "Thank you for your insight, Lord. I have never met you before and have never had any intersection. It is my honor to have you be so magnanimous today. If there is a chance, I will do my best to serve the demon clan, and I will go through fire and water without hesitation to repay your generosity and understanding."

Hearing this, the master nodded slightly, and the smile on his face was like the warm sun in spring, warm but not dazzling, and his satisfaction was beyond words. He knew that his words not only resolved the confusion and anxiety in the dragon's heart, but also established his own image of majesty and compassion. At the same time, he also successfully subdued this extraordinary dragon, adding a powerful force to the demon clan. In the days to come, this dragon will become a mainstay of the demon clan and contribute his own strength to the prosperity and prosperity of the demon clan.

"Jiaolong, since you are willing to work for the demons, I will give you a chance." The master pondered for a moment and said slowly, "Recently, the demon border has been frequently invaded. I need you to lead a team to the border to guard our homeland. Are you qualified for this task?"

Hearing this, Jiaolong's eyes flashed with determination. He knew that he had finally waited for the opportunity to prove himself, and he also knew the difficulty and importance of this mission. But he did not hesitate at all, but straightened his chest and answered loudly: "My lord, I am willing! I will do my best to protect the border of the demon clan and not let any enemy step into our territory!"

The master looked at the determined eyes and high morale of the dragon, and couldn't help but secretly praise him. He knew that he had chosen the right person, and that the dragon would live up to his expectations and make great contributions to the demon clan. So he stood up, walked in front of the dragon, and personally handed a token that was shining with a faint light to the dragon: "This is a mobilization order. With this order, you can go to the barracks to mobilize troops. Remember, your mission is not only to guard the border, but also to show the power of the demon clan and make those enemies who dare to invade us terrified!"

Jiaolong took the token and felt its heavy weight. He knew that this was not just a token, but also the trust and expectations of the master. He held the token tightly and bowed deeply to the master: "Master, I will not fail in my mission!"

In that ancient and mysterious palace of the demon clan, the light was dim as if night had fallen. Only a few magic crystal lamps emitted faint blue light, like fireflies in the netherworld, illuminating the stone walls with intricate totems carved all around. Those totems were simple and mysterious, and seemed to contain the long history and legends of the demon clan. The huge body of the dragon was particularly eye-catching in the empty hall. His shimmering scales glowed coldly in the weak light, but his eyes revealed a trace of confusion and uneasiness, as if he was a giant beast that had gone astray and didn't know where to go.

Opposite him, the adult sitting on the throne carved from obsidian had a face as cold as the top of an iceberg, and eyes as deep as the night sky, as if he could see into the deepest secrets of people's hearts. The adult's posture was upright, and he exuded an aura of majesty without anger, which made people dare not look directly at him. What surprised Jiaolong the most was that this adult's surname was Long, which was rare among the demons, and could almost be regarded as a unique existence.

"Could it be that you know this person, sir?" A demon warrior standing next to the dragon asked in a low voice, with a hint of temptation and curiosity that was difficult to conceal in his voice. He obviously felt the subtle and tense atmosphere in the air. His eyes moved back and forth between the dragon and the sir, trying to catch a clue to solve the mystery from their expressions and movements.

Jiaolong's heart tightened when he heard this. He was afraid that there was some unknown connection between him and this gentleman, which would cause unnecessary trouble. He quickly explained: "Sir, I... I really don't know this gentleman, and we have never had any intersection. I came here today because..."

However, before Jiaolong could finish his words, he was interrupted by the adult's low and majestic voice: "Jiaolong, you don't need to say more. I really don't know you, and we have never had any grudges. (End of this chapter)