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In a demagogic tone, the auctioneer introduced this precious dragon slave consigned by a mysterious seller.
Capturing a proud dragon alive is a hundred times more difficult than killing one.
In the eyes of real bosses, pure beauty has no meaning.
They need "unique" attributes to prove their wealth and status...
Dragon slaves are rare. Although this blue-eyed white dragon is a male, his appearance is good enough. Many aristocrats don’t discriminate between men and women...
Five million gold coins were sent, and it quickly doubled to over ten million.
Twenty million, fifty million, seventy million...
Bids at the venue tended to go crazy.
In the end, it reached a terrifying 87 million!
The nobles are all stupid. Eighty-seven million just for a blue-eyed white dragon. Is it because the empire is strong, or is there something else wrong?
The auctioneer's voice was almost hoarse: "Eighty-seven million going once, eighty-seven million going twice, eighty-seven million...goin—"
Before he could finish his words, he suddenly noticed that the body of the blue-eyed white dragon boy beside him was emitting a dazzling green light.
Then the green light devoured the entire hall and tore apart layers of protective circles.
Two seconds later, the beautiful and supreme mystery auction house shone through, spreading across the surrounding neighborhoods, causing waves of explosions and collapses...
"Nature follows the law, the soul returns to the ancestral tree!"
A fanatical cry, accompanied by the dragon's roar, resounded through the sky.
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At the same time.
"The Colosseum of Natural Selection"
A battlemage with an intermediate level of magic, fully armed, is challenging high-level monsters by leaps and bounds.
Although there is a gap in strength between the two sides, the battle mage's targeted preparations and superb skills have completely suppressed the advanced tiger-shaped beast in front of him.
Battlemages are warriors or assassins among sorcerers. They are proficient in using magical weapons to fight the enemy hand to hand.
Their attacks are powerful and the upper limit of their strength is high, but it also makes them very vulnerable.
An excellent battle mage can frequently perform incomparably gorgeous battles.
In the martial centric empire, even a magistrate can make the battle blood boil.
The venue was packed with over 80,000 spectators. They fell into a frenzy and cheered for him as they saw the battlemage's sharp operation dancing on the blade!
Even the guards had been attracted by the fierce battle, ignoring the surrounding environment.
It was not discovered that several people covered in gray robes entered the venue in different directions.
A faintly visible magic circle covered the vast Colosseum.
"Nature follows the law, the soul returns to the ancestral tree!"
The screams came from different directions, and as the terrifying magic moved, countless audience members covered their throats in pain.
The power to grow is also extraordinary. The sprouting saplings accumulate power, then finally, penetrate their palms, growing wildly at an even more terrifying speed after touching the air!
These spectators were twisted into mummified corpses almost instantly, and then treants ten meters high drilled out of their bodies, frantically attacking and destroying everything within sight.
The Colosseum had collapsed and a few grey-robed men had turned to blood in a matter of seconds...
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In the North City Camp, a celebration banquet for the officers awarded the honor, is being held.
Although the Queen of Eternal Night did not come to the scene in person, her special envoy, Lord Dio Brando, was also loved by the officers.
Because he highly praised and affirmed everyone's actions this time, he eliminated everyone's confusion and made all their efforts meaningful.
Officers like Joey Barton Jr., who had always felt guilty for witnessing civilian deaths, were no longer troubled by underlying PTSD as a result of Roger's words.
The young people indulge in this night especially prepared for them.
At the celebratory banquet, food and drinks were continuously supplied, and many people finally dared to get drunk.
Little Joey also drank a lot of wine.
With the help of alcohol, and with the encouragement of several female officers, she finally gathered up the courage and walked towards Lord Dio Brando with a glass of wine.
In the eyes of Little Joey, this young and handsome minister of history is a very unusual figure.
He has knowledge far beyond that of an ordinary officer, but he is a civilian who has won the trust of Her Majesty, and he has an extremely deep understanding of war and history.
The most important thing is that he understood the troubles of front-line officers faced after performing their tasks, and with his charismatic speeches, he resolved the nightmares that had kept her awake for many nights.
Slaughter is inevitable, but the battlefield is not limited to killing.
There is always someone who has to carry the burden for the empire!
What a reasonable sentence!
There are so many bigwigs in the army who have also explained the meaning of the actions of the Fuguo Army to them, but none of them have been as profound as Dio's words, and those words penetrated her heart as deeply.
Little Joey, who just returned to the mysterious city, is a traveler who fell into a bloody swamp and a prisoner bird lost in the night.
When she was almost helpless, almost unable to breathe or sleep, Lord Dio was like a ray of light, shining into her life and saving her.
And, there is another very important point.
Mr. Dio is so handsome!
What girl wouldn't want to go after a man like Dio?
Little Joey is not a twisted person, joining the army made her more straightforward.
Although many male officers had expressed admiration for her, she didn't reciprocate any of their feelings.
It was the first time in her life that she felt strongly attracted to the opposite sex.
Little Joey felt that she had to give it a try.
You may be sad for days if you are rejected, but you may regret it for a lifetime if you miss it!
Roger discussed some applications of unrestricted warfare with a senior military man, and when he turned around, he saw Little Joey Patton waiting beside him.
Her eyes flickered as if she wanted to say something to him
"Do you need anything?" Roger asked.
Little Joey's pretty face turned red, and when she met those dark pupils, she forgot the words she'd thought of.
She raised her glass sullenly and whispered, "Master Dio, I respect you!"
Before Roger could answer, she drank the full glass of wine in her hand.
Roger accompanied her for a drink.
Little Joey poured another glass of wine, remembering the lines her female friend taught her.
But when Roger looked over, she was confused again, and said in a panic, "Lord Dio, I will respect you again!"
She drank another glass of wine, and Roger could only accompany her.
"Lord Dio, I have to respect you!"
Little Joey drank the third cup and started pouring the fourth cup.
Roger didn't want to accompany her.
Is this a toast or a drink?
And he felt that many eyes were already looking towards this side, with envy and hatred, the lemons in the fruit area were not enough.
He held Little Joey's hand and said helplessly, "Wait for a drink later, and talk to me about your experience in the front line, okay?"
The female officer should have come to express her gratitude, but she was too nervous.
She took the initiative to toast and madly poured herself glass after glass of wine, that she was pushing herself to the opposite of the people.
After all, in the magical world, where there is no shortage of handsome guys and beauties, Little Joey Patton can be considered a top-notch beauty.
She has a heroic personality, a more heroic figure, and turbulent waves on her chest. In the empire, she is also the first echelon of women of the same age.
The kind of when you sit down, you have to place a pair of road wheels on the table.
In addition, her combat power and IQ are excellent, she is already a colonel at a young age, and her suitors are plentiful like crucian carp crossing a river.
Roger didn't think too much about it, he just thought that she had something to think about because of the front line, so he was going to solve her alone.
Little Joey also found that he was not playing well, she shyly responded softly, and followed Roger to a corner where he would not be paid too much attention.
The celebration banquet seemed to be back to normal. There were many stories between young men and women.
The officers who were releasing their suppressed emotions didn't realize that some of their colleagues, whose eyes crossed from time to time, were planning something.
The center of the undercurrent was the lieutenant colonel who had reported to Joestar.
