Warwick the Godfather of Terra

The red mark has already extended far beyond me.

Immediately, Charmander rushed over.

"Little Red Riding Hood, you broke the rules!"

While the youngsters here were having a great time, a group of old folks over there were also drinking and enjoying themselves.

The werewolf and the rat king were toasting each other, talking about children.

The emperor standing by said, "I don't have a baby, so I won't get involved."

He filled a glass of red wine and poured it into his mouth.

Then his face suddenly changed.

Damn, I forgot this cup was filled with sand.

"Oh my, you have finally met your end, you stupid penguin."

Just then, another voice was heard.

This voice sounded extremely unfamiliar to the werewolf.

But judging from the emperor's happy expression, the person who came must be a friend.

Sure enough, a blue parrot flew in.

Then, he mercilessly kicked the emperor, who was still spitting sand out of the chair, off his chair.

Warwick clapped his hands.

"Well done!"

The parrot wearing glasses turned around and sat on the chair, with a human-like smile on his face.

"Ask, accept, accept."

A wolf and a bird looked at each other.

After confirming through eye contact, I know that he is the one who is against the Emperor.

In this case, we are all friends.

"Mr. Warwick, I have heard of your great name."

The parrot with glasses looked very knowledgeable, and it was obviously different from the flat-haired beast.

"There, I haven't asked..."

The werewolf waved his hand.

“Call me!!!!!!”

The big blue parrot straightened his eyes and was about to introduce himself when suddenly a black shadow flashed and its fat body hit him directly on the head.

"The Elegant Aria of Leitania"

"Stupid parrot, why don't you come out here to play in the mud in the forest?"

The emperor cursed while spanking the parrot on the mouth with his arm.

The blue parrot was obviously not someone to be trifled with, and immediately began to fight back.

"You've already crawled out of the tower in Leitania, and you won't allow me to go out for a walk? You psychopathic fat penguin."

The two birds fought fiercely. Even though it was just a simple slapping and pecking at each other, the werewolf felt that this was much more exciting than those crappy movies made in the past.

The victory lies in the truth.

The werewolf silently took out his communicator and turned on the video.

If he didn't record such an exciting situation, it would be a waste of the new communicator that Texas bought for him.

Yes, I bought it newly, and it’s not expensive, just over 10,000 Longmen coins.

He didn't want it, but his daughter insisted buying it for him.

The two flat-haired beasts fought for a while, and finally stopped fighting after the emperor lost half of his sunglasses and one of the blue-haired parrot's wings was plucked bald.

A few people started to clink glasses again.

The pizza and barbecue on the table were almost finished, and the high priest wiped his mouth with his hairy wing.

"Mr. Warwick, let's get straight to the point.

I have come to you for help.”

The blue parrot said this and used its bald chicken wing to take out a communicator.

"I heard that you have made great achievements in the field of mechanical manufacturing. I recently encountered some problems with the mecha I made, so I came here to ask for your advice."

As he spoke, the bald chicken wing slid nimbly and drew a picture on it.

It was a weird mecha, looking like a tractor and an exoskeleton that had an affair and found out they were brother and sister, the product of a crossbreeding between close relatives.

Yes, that's what the high priest came for.

After all, it's quite uncomfortable to be bombed every day. Although the beast master is immortal, he still feels the pain.

Looking at this extremely abstract mecha, the werewolf twitched his lips.

He thought that what he made was actually quite shabby.

But I didn't expect that there is always someone stronger than you, and there are hands that are rougher than mine.

"Ahem, Mr. High Priest..."

The werewolf cleared his throat and was about to decline.

"Unknown location retrieved, location does not match, unlock failed."

Suddenly, the information that popped up in his head made him change his words.

“I have to say, this is really a great design.”

While praising, the werewolf took the communicator and looked at the product of incestuous marriage on it, praising it against his conscience.

"Sure enough, your vision is as accurate as your creations."

When the high priest heard these words, the bird's feathers stood up with joy.

“Ah, yes, yes.

However, I am not very knowledgeable and may not be able to help you. But I have a blueprint I have designed. Please wait a moment."

The werewolf said this and disappeared in the golden light.

Then, about five minutes later, the werewolf reappeared in the golden light.

Handing a blueprint to the high priest, Warwick turned his head to look at the emperor who was playing finger-guessing games with the Rat King and had drunk half a box of wine after losing.

The emperor knew it without even looking at him.

He took out his communicator and dialed the number.

"Yes, it's still me, the same bar, the same design style and furnishings, the same old rules."

Then he snapped the communicator shut.

He continued to play rock-paper-scissors with the Rat King, and once again the Rat King won his cloth by using a stone.

“This is a work I created many years ago.”

As he spoke, the werewolf handed the blueprint to the high priest.

Upon hearing this, the high priest quickly took it and spread it with his wings.

A huge wasteland punk-style manned mecha appeared above, with a huge hydraulic flamethrower on the left side of the black body and an onboard chainsaw on the right side.

Suddenly, the high priest's eyes lit up.

This is the perfect mecha he has always dreamed of.

“But it’s a little difficult for me to make it.”

What the werewolf said is true.

This mecha is none other than Wasteland Baron Rambo’s vehicle, the Death Off-Road.

The difficulty of manufacturing this thing is extremely outrageous. Rambo is a well-known high-tech talent, and his wisdom among the Yodels is on par with that of Big Head and Ziggs.

So, just give it to the high priest as a favor.

When he has the opportunity later, he can also go to the high priest to conduct research on the topic of scientific research.

It's just a skin, it would be a waste not to take it.

"Well, I won't delay your business any longer. Please take this."

The high priest was no fool. Without saying a word, he plucked out the longest and thickest hair on his head and handed it to the werewolf, then flapped his wings.

"I won't interrupt, I'm leaving."

Having said that, he flew out like an arrow.

The werewolf put away the aho-man.

Then pick up the glass.

"Let's continue."

Kroning put down the communicator in his hand and looked at his men in front of him.

His face looked particularly pale under the light.

"Four days from now, it will be the day for the official evening performance."

"When the time comes, I hope you know what I want to do and get rid of that guy. As for the reward, don't worry about it."

Sitting on Hermann's chair, Kroening stroked the armrest that Hermann had touched before. When he thought that this would all belong to him in the future, his whole body was boiling with excitement.

Xiosta, this is where he struggled, and everything here was earned by his hard work.

Therefore, he deserves to be the new master of Xiosta!

Let old Hermann be buried where his wife was buried.

Burying a husband and wife together is also considered a beautiful thing.

Looking at the clouds in the sky, Kronen clenched his teeth.

Four days later, this place will be his!

Chapter 54 Obsidian Carnival (I)

On the volcano of Xiosta, a Lupert with a very large tail and a Philin who looked like he would easily lose his temper were walking side by side.

Judging from the way they were wrapped, which was totally inconsistent with the overall style of Xiosta, these two people were probably not here for vacation.

He stretched out his hand to fan himself to cool down while looking around.

Provence was a little unhappy.

Recently, Little Red Riding Hood hasn't come to touch his tail. Provence was originally very happy and planned to devote himself to the vacation.

But who would have thought that the lady code-named Skyfire who was assigned to this position was such a show-off.

As a natural disaster messenger, Provence's duty is to monitor the local situation wherever he goes to check whether there is a risk of natural disasters in the area.

Therefore, the Messengers of the Scourge are also a high-risk profession on Terra. They are the first group of people who truly face the Scourge.

But Provence has long been accustomed to it, and her years of work experience have enabled her to monitor at an incredibly fast speed.

Of course, if the young lady next to me didn't bother me, she would have finished the monitoring and was lying on the beach basking in the sun...

When Provence thought of this, he felt a stomachache.

I just bought a swimsuit yesterday. The Coral Coast series is so expensive. If I hadn’t accepted the endorsement of hair conditioner, I wouldn’t be able to afford it.

especially...

She reached out and gently pulled the shoulder strap of her bra. The clothes, which were already soaked with sweat and stuck to her body, did make her feel a little uncomfortable.

Coupled with Tianhuo's calm look, Provence felt even more sad.

As the ruler of the flame source stone technique, Skyfire has excellent tolerance to high temperatures.