The red dragon just wants to do whatever it wants

Chapter 41 Conservation
"This is a transgressive action that is not officially recognized by the high elves." Drow replied succinctly.

And after Drow's analysis of the political policies of the high elves, from all kinds of black history to corruption, David finally understood:

If the high elves really redeemed them and went back, it would be tantamount to acknowledging the legitimacy of the elves' military operation in disguise.

This military action is legal. Doesn't that mean that their high elves have blatantly invaded the territory of the scarlet calamity Pavla?
Isn't this blatantly giving this crazy red dragon an excuse to retaliate against them?
No elves would dare to repeat the crimson calamity eight years ago, especially since this crimson calamity is likely to burn directly to their homeland of Devenser.
At that time, it may not be called the Crimson Calamity anymore.

It's "Scorched Earth," "Tears of a Fairy," and "Defending Dvinsell."

No one can afford the crime of digging up 180 generations of ancestors and repeatedly flogging their corpses.

No one dared to take responsibility, and naturally no one dared to claim these elf prisoners of war, let alone prepare any ransom.

At this moment, the family members of these high elves may have been notified and ran to the back door of the logistics department, lined up in tears to receive the compensation for the exercise accident, and signed the sealing agreement.
".Wardfake!"

David, who knew the cause and effect, immediately felt like a fucking goblin.

This loss of expectation made him even more excited to play a strategy game and open a second mine in the early stage. As a result, a mob did not die because of the two-line operation. A burst like.

"Then what's the use of me keeping you?!! Who will answer me?"

David's roar full of [rage] immediately made all the high elves tremble.

I'm afraid that the next sentence of this furious red dragon will be the tyrant's words of 'let them dig a hole and bury them themselves'.

Fortunately, David is now more and more comfortable controlling his emotions.

Especially angry emotions.

Due to the benefits of rage, it can be transformed into a group control that weakens taunts at critical times.

So now, in most cases, David vents his inner anger wantonly, and after the entry of [Furious Rage], he returns to the original state, just like now.

But no one knows the reason except himself.

But a red dragon who is moody and can turn his face faster than a book, makes these high elves feel even more frightened.

Immediately, an elf couldn't bear the torture of being repeatedly ravaged mentally, and knelt down and prayed:

"I can sing, dance, and master 36 instruments."

David, a reckless man among dragons, scoffed at these 'arts'.

But seeing that the other party was the first to surrender, he moved his paw immediately, and told Drow beside him:
"This one will be taken into custody first, and you drow will be treated like elf prisoners of war."

As soon as David finished speaking, the scene was dead silent.

The high elf who had already surrendered was even more desperate, and immediately grabbed the ground with his head, as if planning to drown himself directly in the beach.

But he was dragged out by Drow, and the disheveled latter spit out a mouth full of sand, and uttered a sentence that Yevgeny often talked about recently:

"Kill me!"

"What's the matter? How do you drow usually treat high elf prisoners of war?" David raised his confusion.

"Well, we usually pull them directly for breeding." Drow replied.

"." David.

Zorhiat did not show the slightest gloat, but looked at Kretian, who pursed his lips and said nothing, with some pity, and explained:
"After all, the males of our drow are really limited, and we generally rely on external sources to supplement them."

Even if it is a giant dragon.

Of course, she didn't dare to say this in front of the master who is also a giant dragon.

David slapped his head with some headaches, and said casually:
"Then change it to the treatment of the high elves who captured the drow."

The scene continued to be silent.

"What's the matter?" David was a little distressed, thinking that there must be some kind of moth on the side of the high elves.

I heard Yevgeny, the representative of the high elves beside me, say with a blank face:

"Because of the eternal hatred and drow's cunning nature, we usually catch drow and interrogate the information, and either directly execute him on the spot, or sink the sea to feed the fish."

".You guys with long ears are really awesome. After so many years of working, you still haven't died."

David couldn't help but wondered, but after comparing the treatment of prisoners of war on the two sides, he was shocked to find out:
Breeding at the same time, can be slaughtered at the same time, can you believe that the quality of the gods is conserved?

I really can't stand this group of long-eared, vengeful David immediately wagged his tail and said angrily:
"You continue to recruit and surrender, and when you're done, take it to the seaside first, and pull out all the valuables from the wreckage first, and then find a place with higher terrain to build a nest for me."

"clear."

Drow immediately understood, and immediately asked:
"What about the rest?"

The rest, of course, are hard bones that refuse to surrender.

All pulled to bury, David thought for a while and took back the order that was too cruel and a bit wasteful of elves, and immediately changed his words:

"All go to the Katjana plains to dig potatoes."

As soon as this statement came out, it was more effective than any threat.

Before Drow had time to take orders, the group of high elf prisoners who were still stubbornly holding their heads up with a generous look of sacrifice softened half of them on the spot, and shouted scramblingly:
"I surrender! I surrender!"

"Let me do anything, but don't send me to the plains of Katgana, please."

"Just give me the treatment of a human prisoner of war!"

Compared with human beings, high elves generally live longer and live longer, and their general knowledge is not too short.

What the hell is the weather on the Katjana Plain? It’s already spring at this moment, and it’s still facing down at minus [-] degrees, and it’s really dripping into ice.

And how could it be possible to just dig potatoes when pulling them over? They may face heavy physical labor such as mining and logging, and they don't know what kind of cruel treatment they will face.

Under this kind of cruel test, most of them would die under the double torment of hunger and cold within a few years.

Even if they didn't die, under the supervision of Drow and the Surrender Faction, their lives would be worse than death.

David nodded satisfied with the effect, and immediately prepared to leave first.

The loss of hope for the elf's ransom still hurt him, and he needed something to eat to slow down.

"Master, wait!" Drow, who seemed to see what David was thinking, quickly stopped him.

"What else?" David asked a little annoyed.

"Master, in fact, you still have some booty, which may be able to make up for your loss." Hiate said solemnly.

"Oh?" David really couldn't think of any other spoils he could have.

Zall said with a look of 'admiration':

"Yes, as the master expected, you still have a ship of spoils buried in the seabed not far from the port."

David was stunned at first, then finally remembered something, smacked his lips and said:
"That wreck of yours?"

He finally remembered the drow ship that sank when he broke out of his shell five years ago.

It's just that they have been soaked in sea salt water for five years, what else is left?

"Yes, it is the batch of dragon eggs we once collected." Drow gave the answer.

They were all kinds of dragon eggs collected by a group of drow who were born and died in the Old Continent for three full years.

"." David's mouth opened slowly and uncontrollably.

Finally, it freezes into a devilish smile.

Dragon eggs?

Wonderful~~~~~~ah.

(End of this chapter)